<?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-31619724</id><updated>2011-10-17T19:37:42.870+08:00</updated><category term='life sucks'/><category term='I SCREWD UP MY OWN LIFE'/><category term='Harry Potter'/><category term='smiles'/><category term='happiness'/><category term='Welcoming a new life'/><category term='Chocolate cheese cake'/><category term='A short trip home'/><category term='Happy New Year :D'/><category term='random'/><title type='text'>storie of a gurl</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dastoryofmii.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31619724/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dastoryofmii.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31619724/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>MyStoRie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06522890790759088562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>231</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31619724.post-3772932040457337995</id><published>2011-03-03T16:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T16:04:45.978+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VXrWkukmmMc/TW9LSL9PbhI/AAAAAAAAAs4/PNO6Kb3zAw8/s1600/tumblr_lgzxwsh9Mk1qzabkfo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 217px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579761239154716178" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VXrWkukmmMc/TW9LSL9PbhI/AAAAAAAAAs4/PNO6Kb3zAw8/s320/tumblr_lgzxwsh9Mk1qzabkfo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is so nice!! I wanted a pheonix tattoo, it would represents my mum well. As she is the chicken in the chinese Zoodiac. But she is brave and fierce, doesn't chicken out no matter what circumstances. She is also a very perseverance person, never says die or give up. If plan A don't work out, there is always plan B. Just like the pheonix will rise again from the ashes. And she is a beautiful woman, absolutely gorgeous, despite aging signs are catching up with her, she is still possess very much the stunning beauty that she has.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31619724-3772932040457337995?l=dastoryofmii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dastoryofmii.blogspot.com/feeds/3772932040457337995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31619724&amp;postID=3772932040457337995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31619724/posts/default/3772932040457337995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31619724/posts/default/3772932040457337995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dastoryofmii.blogspot.com/2011/03/this-is-so-nice-i-wanted-pheonix-tattoo.html' title=''/><author><name>MyStoRie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06522890790759088562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/-VXrWkukmmMc/TW9LSL9PbhI/AAAAAAAAAs4/PNO6Kb3zAw8/s72-c/tumblr_lgzxwsh9Mk1qzabkfo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31619724.post-8787100400279351007</id><published>2011-01-26T14:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T14:55:02.175+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Have you ever been embarrassed by your iphone autocorrections?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Stumbled upon this website call &lt;a href="http://damnyouautocorrect.com/"&gt;damnyouautocorrect.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's mad funny.. Below are some of which I find the funniest!! Warning!! You gonna laugh till you clap like a retarded seal..!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lJlX_p5lU6I/TT_DbuOGc1I/AAAAAAAAAsc/RXAWA7RLsvk/s1600/auto%2Bcorrection6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566382545484280658" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lJlX_p5lU6I/TT_DbuOGc1I/AAAAAAAAAsc/RXAWA7RLsvk/s320/auto%2Bcorrection6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lJlX_p5lU6I/TT_DH4TKhJI/AAAAAAAAAsU/evVIo0jHZ40/s1600/auto%2Bcorrection5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 248px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566382204592489618" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lJlX_p5lU6I/TT_DH4TKhJI/AAAAAAAAAsU/evVIo0jHZ40/s320/auto%2Bcorrection5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lJlX_p5lU6I/TT_DHmPx0tI/AAAAAAAAAsM/XhPbKjnKqkA/s1600/auto%2Bcorrection4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 263px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566382199746450130" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lJlX_p5lU6I/TT_DHmPx0tI/AAAAAAAAAsM/XhPbKjnKqkA/s320/auto%2Bcorrection4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lJlX_p5lU6I/TT_DHsEXm2I/AAAAAAAAAsE/I5NaREdJiWM/s1600/auto%2Bcorrection3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 252px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566382201309207394" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lJlX_p5lU6I/TT_DHsEXm2I/AAAAAAAAAsE/I5NaREdJiWM/s320/auto%2Bcorrection3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lJlX_p5lU6I/TT_DHTqJAtI/AAAAAAAAAr8/diNDSVIGXaA/s1600/auto%2Bcorrection2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566382194756747986" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lJlX_p5lU6I/TT_DHTqJAtI/AAAAAAAAAr8/diNDSVIGXaA/s320/auto%2Bcorrection2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lJlX_p5lU6I/TT_DHXjHYjI/AAAAAAAAAr0/A05yA2lsg2M/s1600/auto%2Bcorrection1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 282px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566382195801023026" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lJlX_p5lU6I/TT_DHXjHYjI/AAAAAAAAAr0/A05yA2lsg2M/s320/auto%2Bcorrection1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lJlX_p5lU6I/TT_DbypUPxI/AAAAAAAAAsk/_8slJQp4NkE/s1600/auto%2Bcorrection7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566382546672172818" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lJlX_p5lU6I/TT_DbypUPxI/AAAAAAAAAsk/_8slJQp4NkE/s320/auto%2Bcorrection7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lJlX_p5lU6I/TT_DcDa6ijI/AAAAAAAAAss/EH5QTewBLkM/s1600/auto%2Bcorrection8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 269px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566382551175170610" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lJlX_p5lU6I/TT_DcDa6ijI/AAAAAAAAAss/EH5QTewBLkM/s320/auto%2Bcorrection8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for a smart phone...&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/31619724-8787100400279351007?l=dastoryofmii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dastoryofmii.blogspot.com/feeds/8787100400279351007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31619724&amp;postID=8787100400279351007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31619724/posts/default/8787100400279351007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31619724/posts/default/8787100400279351007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dastoryofmii.blogspot.com/2011/01/have-you-ever-been-embarrassed-by-your.html' title=''/><author><name>MyStoRie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06522890790759088562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_lJlX_p5lU6I/TT_DbuOGc1I/AAAAAAAAAsc/RXAWA7RLsvk/s72-c/auto%2Bcorrection6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31619724.post-9163919599445030032</id><published>2011-01-19T00:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T00:43:25.813+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='smiles'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;People say &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;noisy&lt;/span&gt; people are &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; serious.. But they &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt; know that &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;behind&lt;/span&gt; those &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;happy&lt;/span&gt; smiles and&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; joyous&lt;/span&gt; laughter are a thousand&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;kinds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;pain&lt;/span&gt; which they tried to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;hide&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Laughter&lt;/span&gt; is not the best &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;medicines&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, it's just the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;best disguise&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&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/31619724-9163919599445030032?l=dastoryofmii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dastoryofmii.blogspot.com/feeds/9163919599445030032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31619724&amp;postID=9163919599445030032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31619724/posts/default/9163919599445030032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31619724/posts/default/9163919599445030032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dastoryofmii.blogspot.com/2011/01/people-say-noisy-people-are-not-serious.html' title=''/><author><name>MyStoRie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06522890790759088562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31619724.post-771759868738990588</id><published>2011-01-14T16:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T16:39:34.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="1 by princess_bunny1202, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35990126@N02/5354177982/"&gt;&lt;img alt="1" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5046/5354177982_7340db29e4.jpg" width="400" height="311" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I would love to have this as my birthday present ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="2 by princess_bunny1202, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35990126@N02/5353564163/"&gt;&lt;img alt="2" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5170/5353564163_9b05ae9f5b.jpg" width="250" height="250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Look so sleek and edgy ^^&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;But it's quite pricy :(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="5 by princess_bunny1202, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35990126@N02/5354178078/"&gt;&lt;img alt="5" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5164/5354178078_1121ca3b39.jpg" width="320" height="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So this 1 also can :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="7 by princess_bunny1202, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35990126@N02/5354178052/"&gt;&lt;img alt="7" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5210/5354178052_320f65212b.jpg" width="320" height="237" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Of course I want pink color 1 ^^&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="instant film disney by princess_bunny1202, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35990126@N02/5353564341/"&gt;&lt;img alt="instant film disney" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5167/5353564341_507b17d531.jpg" width="320" height="318" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It would be great if you guys get me the film as well ;p&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="instant film princess by princess_bunny1202, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35990126@N02/5354178110/"&gt;&lt;img alt="instant film princess" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5166/5354178110_6bbf234b1a.jpg" width="274" height="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Being the typical me, I want the princess collection 1 ^.^&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="tumblr_lexhxy7t9H1qbeu2oo1_500 by princess_bunny1202, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35990126@N02/5354178240/"&gt;&lt;img alt="tumblr_lexhxy7t9H1qbeu2oo1_500" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5207/5354178240_220718b9e6.jpg" width="500" height="309" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I would be over the moon if anyone give me this!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I'm not really into LV brand, more of  chanel girl, but this is just so sweet looking! And totally age approperate for me (not too childish, not too matured).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31619724-771759868738990588?l=dastoryofmii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dastoryofmii.blogspot.com/feeds/771759868738990588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31619724&amp;postID=771759868738990588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31619724/posts/default/771759868738990588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31619724/posts/default/771759868738990588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dastoryofmii.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-would-love-to-have-this-as-my.html' title=''/><author><name>MyStoRie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06522890790759088562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://farm6.static.flickr.com/5046/5354177982_7340db29e4_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31619724.post-7216324207625577216</id><published>2010-12-28T09:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T09:56:47.365+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i want a boy who will move the hair away from my eyes, and then kiss me. who will hold my hand in line at the mall and make all the girls jealous. a boy who lets me sleep on his chest. i want a guy who will tell his family and friends all about me. bring me soup or orange juice when i’m sick. i want a boy who is more goofy than romantic, but knows the right things to say at the right times. i want a boy who will call me 3 times a day if he went away. a boy who will apologize for calling too much, and no matter how many times i tell him its okay, he’d still do it. a boy who will let me gossip to him and just smile and agree with everything i say. a boy who will throw stuffed animals at me when i acted dumb and then jump on me and kiss me a million times. who will bet kisses on who could beat who on at game. who makes fun of me just to make me laugh. a boy who will surprise me with 25 cent ring and we could have contest of how far we can spit our gum. who will take me to the park, put his hands around my waist and give me big bear hugs all the time. a boy who will kiss my neck, just to have a reason to tell me how much he loves my new perfume. i want a boy who, at night, who will dance in his pajamas with me. a boy who will take pictures in photo booths with me, someone who will never turn down a trip to the lake and who will play tag on the beach with me. a boy who could sit with me on the kitchen floor and eat sandwiches. who will kiss me in the pouring rain. i want a boy who would try to teach me how to play the guitar, even if we just end up laughing at each other. i want a boy who will run his fingers through my hair, share his lollipops with me, and get along with all of my friends. someone who would never be afraid to say i love you in front of his friends and someone who would argue with me about silly things just to make up. i want a boy who will take me to target to just make fun of some of the stuff there. someone who will kiss me at midnight on new years and who will make funny faces at me when i’m on the phone. i want a boy who will count stars with me and be friends with my family. i want a boy who will stay home with me on a friday night just to help me make dinner and watch movies together under the same blanket. someone who will squirt water guns at me in the house after i’ve got him soaked. i want a boy who looks me the eye and tell me something serious, that was also funny and make me promise not to laugh. a boy who could make me laugh like no one else can. i want a boy who will hold me closer than normal when i’m sick, and would play with my hair. but mostly i want a boy who is my best friend and will always be there for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31619724-7216324207625577216?l=dastoryofmii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dastoryofmii.blogspot.com/feeds/7216324207625577216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31619724&amp;postID=7216324207625577216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31619724/posts/default/7216324207625577216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31619724/posts/default/7216324207625577216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dastoryofmii.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-want-boy-who-will-move-hair-away-from.html' title=''/><author><name>MyStoRie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06522890790759088562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31619724.post-1487636747072381934</id><published>2010-12-22T10:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T10:50:03.750+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy New Year :D'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Worry about your character and not your reputation. Because your character speaks for who you are. Your reputation in the other hand, is just what people think you are. And how people think, u cant force them to change. But who you are, is totally up to you to mold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, let the new year be a whole new chapter for u to decide, and re-define yourself .. Just, who you really are ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31619724-1487636747072381934?l=dastoryofmii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dastoryofmii.blogspot.com/feeds/1487636747072381934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31619724&amp;postID=1487636747072381934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31619724/posts/default/1487636747072381934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31619724/posts/default/1487636747072381934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dastoryofmii.blogspot.com/2010/12/worry-about-your-character-and-not-your.html' title=''/><author><name>MyStoRie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06522890790759088562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31619724.post-8530268189848381931</id><published>2010-12-19T21:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T21:58:23.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;I LIKE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your mischievous &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your rather weird &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your sense of &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;humor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your preserve &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The occasional annoying conversations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;burning touch&lt;/span&gt; of your fingertips on my skin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How you know&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; most of the things&lt;/span&gt; on my mind&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/31619724-8530268189848381931?l=dastoryofmii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dastoryofmii.blogspot.com/feeds/8530268189848381931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31619724&amp;postID=8530268189848381931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31619724/posts/default/8530268189848381931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31619724/posts/default/8530268189848381931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dastoryofmii.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-like-your-mischievous-smile-your.html' title=''/><author><name>MyStoRie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06522890790759088562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31619724.post-429415382726847311</id><published>2010-12-17T17:16:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T17:21:41.175+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lJlX_p5lU6I/TQsrfa3V0hI/AAAAAAAAArA/cTNV1ckMoUU/s1600/tumblr_laf127dxw11qzl0pco1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551578784451645970" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lJlX_p5lU6I/TQsrfa3V0hI/AAAAAAAAArA/cTNV1ckMoUU/s320/tumblr_laf127dxw11qzl0pco1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just wanna lay down with you, nap with you, hold me when we sleep together, &lt;em&gt;cuddle&lt;/em&gt; with you, &lt;em&gt;hug&lt;/em&gt; you, &lt;em&gt;kiss&lt;/em&gt; you on your cheek while you’re still asleep,&lt;em&gt;Play with your hands&lt;/em&gt; too, and just lay my head on your chest and fall asleep with you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;You’re the softest pillow,and the cuddliest teddy bear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fall asleep in the afternoon in your tacky pj pants,and me in some sweats. Then at night wake up and watch movies all night. Your parents might think we’re doing something,then they walk in to see that we’re just peacefully resting together. Knowing that I can just sleep with you makes me realize, we have something special. I can lay here with you forever, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Perfect.♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31619724-429415382726847311?l=dastoryofmii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dastoryofmii.blogspot.com/feeds/429415382726847311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31619724&amp;postID=429415382726847311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31619724/posts/default/429415382726847311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31619724/posts/default/429415382726847311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dastoryofmii.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-just-wanna-lay-down-with-you-nap-with.html' title=''/><author><name>MyStoRie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06522890790759088562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_lJlX_p5lU6I/TQsrfa3V0hI/AAAAAAAAArA/cTNV1ckMoUU/s72-c/tumblr_laf127dxw11qzl0pco1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31619724.post-2972151441731545464</id><published>2010-12-16T11:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T11:28:15.145+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Back to updating my blog. It's like sooo dead. Just feel really uninspired to blog. I would totally blog more, except that my days are SO extremely lazy I absolutely have no activities to blog about!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus I'm almost 99% wearing casual (meaning unattractive) clothes and without a trace of make up so I'm not in the mood to take a lot of pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually there are quite a few things to blog about, eg: my 3 days 2 nights trip to Genting and KL.&lt;br /&gt;I need to edit the pictures 1st. Not to photoshop my face lah (it's much needed though, I look like crap). We brought along 2 cameras, 1 shitty and 1 okok. Guess what: being the clever girl that I am, I forgot to bring the charger for the "okok" camera!! So it died by the 1st night, which left us with the shitty camera!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn mad at myself for that. Anyway, all the juicy details shall leave for the next post ;)&lt;br /&gt;The purpose of this post?? Well... Just a quick update: got myself a new job, new hair colour.. Just a lot of new stuff. Going through major changes (like real). I promise to blog more (when I can)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31619724-2972151441731545464?l=dastoryofmii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dastoryofmii.blogspot.com/feeds/2972151441731545464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31619724&amp;postID=2972151441731545464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31619724/posts/default/2972151441731545464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31619724/posts/default/2972151441731545464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dastoryofmii.blogspot.com/2010/12/back-to-updating-my-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>MyStoRie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06522890790759088562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31619724.post-7279145485799665880</id><published>2010-10-28T15:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T15:59:18.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lJlX_p5lU6I/TMktPRh38GI/AAAAAAAAAq4/F_ovSey9dh8/s1600/promises.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 222px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533003357628133474" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lJlX_p5lU6I/TMktPRh38GI/AAAAAAAAAq4/F_ovSey9dh8/s320/promises.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can’t promise you perfection, because that’s not who I am. I can’t promise you forever, because I don’t hold fate in my hands. I can’t promise you the sunshine, because there will always be rain. I can’t promise you complete happiness, because with true love, there comes pain. I can’t promise you I’ll always smile, because life always finds a way to make me cry. I can’t promise you I’ll stay strong, because it’s not easy to want to give life another try. I can’t promise you this life will always be fair, but I can promise you that no matter what, when you look back, I’ll always be there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31619724-7279145485799665880?l=dastoryofmii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dastoryofmii.blogspot.com/feeds/7279145485799665880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31619724&amp;postID=7279145485799665880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31619724/posts/default/7279145485799665880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31619724/posts/default/7279145485799665880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dastoryofmii.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-cant-promise-you-perfection-because.html' title=''/><author><name>MyStoRie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06522890790759088562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_lJlX_p5lU6I/TMktPRh38GI/AAAAAAAAAq4/F_ovSey9dh8/s72-c/promises.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31619724.post-5488872274961188274</id><published>2010-10-24T12:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T12:57:22.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lJlX_p5lU6I/TMO8o4lZ3RI/AAAAAAAAAqw/QfruFsonEuU/s1600/tumblr_l8imdqbrd11qcapg4o1_500_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 228px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531472177911160082" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lJlX_p5lU6I/TMO8o4lZ3RI/AAAAAAAAAqw/QfruFsonEuU/s320/tumblr_l8imdqbrd11qcapg4o1_500_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know that feeling? When you're just waiting. Waiting to get home, into your room, close the door, fall into bed, and just let everything out that you kept in all day. That feeling of both relief and desperation. Nothing is wrong. But nothing is right either. And you're tired. Tired of everything, tired of nothing. And you just want someone to be there and tell you it's okay. But no one's going to be there. And you know you have to be strong for yourself, because no one can fix you. But you're tired of waiting. Tired of having to be the one to fix yourself and everyone else. Tired of being strong. And for once, you just want it to be easy. To be simple. To be helped. To be saved. But you know you won't be. But you're still hoping. And you're still wishing. And you're still staying strong and fighting, with tears in your eyes. You're fighting...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31619724-5488872274961188274?l=dastoryofmii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dastoryofmii.blogspot.com/feeds/5488872274961188274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31619724&amp;postID=5488872274961188274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31619724/posts/default/5488872274961188274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31619724/posts/default/5488872274961188274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dastoryofmii.blogspot.com/2010/10/you-know-that-feeling-when-youre-just.html' title=''/><author><name>MyStoRie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06522890790759088562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_lJlX_p5lU6I/TMO8o4lZ3RI/AAAAAAAAAqw/QfruFsonEuU/s72-c/tumblr_l8imdqbrd11qcapg4o1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31619724.post-6231638384742760878</id><published>2010-10-23T13:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T13:10:22.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lJlX_p5lU6I/TMJuKiOii0I/AAAAAAAAAqo/cifyXw9L3QY/s1600/cute+eggs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531104419629927234" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lJlX_p5lU6I/TMJuKiOii0I/AAAAAAAAAqo/cifyXw9L3QY/s320/cute+eggs.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to be so many things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You make me wish I was as beautiful as you seem to think I am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm afraid of you. I'm afraid of how much I like you and the ways in which I think I like you and how none of it makes sense...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31619724-6231638384742760878?l=dastoryofmii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dastoryofmii.blogspot.com/feeds/6231638384742760878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31619724&amp;postID=6231638384742760878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31619724/posts/default/6231638384742760878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31619724/posts/default/6231638384742760878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dastoryofmii.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-want-to-be-so-many-things.html' title=''/><author><name>MyStoRie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06522890790759088562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_lJlX_p5lU6I/TMJuKiOii0I/AAAAAAAAAqo/cifyXw9L3QY/s72-c/cute+eggs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31619724.post-8129206751348969033</id><published>2010-10-22T12:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T12:41:40.604+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I’m the kind of girl who is quiet in large groups or around people I don’t know; you only see the real me if we’re close. I smile and laugh a lot, especially at the most inappropriate times. I’m a hopeless romantic who’s too afraid to fall herself. I trip over air, up stairs, and over people’s feet. I am the hardest person to offend, but it is all too easy to make me feel horrible. I hate telling people about my problems; they don’t need to worry about me. I’m the one who listens to other people’s problems. I believe people should not be judged before one takes the time to get to know them, yet I am guilty of doing that exact thing. I love to think rather than talk. I prefer rainy, cloudy days to sunny ones. I’m awkward, clumsy, shy, strange… but this is me. Take it or leave it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31619724-8129206751348969033?l=dastoryofmii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dastoryofmii.blogspot.com/feeds/8129206751348969033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31619724&amp;postID=8129206751348969033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31619724/posts/default/8129206751348969033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31619724/posts/default/8129206751348969033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dastoryofmii.blogspot.com/2010/10/im-kind-of-girl-who-is-quiet-in-large.html' title=''/><author><name>MyStoRie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06522890790759088562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31619724.post-3396013758157784285</id><published>2010-10-20T13:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T13:44:39.365+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>'I love you' means that I accept you for the person that you are, and that I do not wish to change you into someone else. It means that I do not expect perfection from you, just as you do not expect it from me. It means that I will love you and stand by you even through the worst of times. It means loving you when you're in a bad mood or too tired to do the things I want to do. It means loving you when you're down, not just when you're fun to be with. 'I love you' means that I know your deepest secrets and do not judge you for them, asking in return only that you do not judge me for mine. It means that I care enough to fight for what we have and that I love enough not to let go. It means thinking of you, dreaming of you, wanting and needing you constantly, hoping that you feel the same way for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31619724-3396013758157784285?l=dastoryofmii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dastoryofmii.blogspot.com/feeds/3396013758157784285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31619724&amp;postID=3396013758157784285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31619724/posts/default/3396013758157784285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31619724/posts/default/3396013758157784285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dastoryofmii.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-love-you-means-that-i-accept-you-for.html' title=''/><author><name>MyStoRie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06522890790759088562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31619724.post-2096924973907528081</id><published>2010-10-16T18:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T14:02:18.991+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lJlX_p5lU6I/TLqRU2F_oGI/AAAAAAAAAqg/zZn1zwRep8c/s1600/tumblr_la74ozUuJw1qbsl20o1_500_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 216px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528891279854772322" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lJlX_p5lU6I/TLqRU2F_oGI/AAAAAAAAAqg/zZn1zwRep8c/s320/tumblr_la74ozUuJw1qbsl20o1_500_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;如果你的女朋友生气了...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1、&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果你的女朋友在你面前哭了&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;无论什么原因，请抱紧她..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;再反抗也要抱紧！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;趴在桌子上永远没有在你怀里安心..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2、&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果你的女朋友指出了你的不是&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;请不要总是嫌她唠叨&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;若不是因为在乎她不会说你..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3、&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果你的女朋友和你赌气不理你，不要也学她&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这正是考验你们的时候&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"脸皮厚"的精神此时不发扬又更待何时?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4、&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果你的女朋友不听你的话，转身走了..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一定要追上她！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;若真的还爱着，丢下她一个人你又如何放心呢?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5、&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果你的女朋友说"你走吧！我不想理你了！"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;千万不要相信..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;女人最是口是心非，其实那是她最需要你的时候&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6、&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果你的女朋友生气了，说心情不好不想吃饭&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;千万不要问她想干吗?想吃什么?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;她一定说什么都不要..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;买好你记忆里她最爱吃的东西(最好是有包装的，这样等她心情好了再吃也不会冷)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;但一定不要以自己也不吃来威胁她&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7、&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果你的女朋友对你们说狠话&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;请保持三秒钟不说话&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;然后搂过她的肩&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;笑笑说："老婆，你讲话的声音真可爱！"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;珍惜你们的女朋友&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不要把她们想的坏、想的复杂&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;女人要的永远最简单&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;她忙碌的时候不一定就是充实，或许只是因为寂寞&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;所以如果你爱上她，就不要怕打扰她&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;她跟你吵架时不一定就是真有事&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;而是想撒娇没找对途径&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;错误的以为这样你就会注意到她&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;吵完架不要给她时间冷静&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;实际上她一点也不需要冷静&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;她需要你跟她说话哄哄她&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;她想哭时先不要问原因&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;而是在任何时候任何状态下&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;都先给她一个肩膀让她有依靠&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;她不知道该怎么办时就喜欢说分手&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;多半都是在以退为进&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;尽管常常让自己没有了下台阶&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;她整天跟你唠叨个没完时&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;是因为她还在爱你愿意与你分享&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;女人不爱的方式，才是沉默&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;她成了"黄脸婆"的原因常是因为沮丧&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;而这种沮丧一定和你的爱有关&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;所以，也就能够改变&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;她梦想一些不切合实际的浪漫时&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不要粗暴地打断她&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果连梦想也枯萎的女人更可怕&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;大多数时候她都是动态的&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你也千万别总是静态&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;相处时你们更需要互动，哪怕是争执不休&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;女人都是水做的&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;所以情愿热着她也别冷着她&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不然一过了零度她就会结成了冰&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;最终冻着你&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;她有时候需要听一些谎言&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;比如要你说什么你就说什么&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在你不脸红的情况下说到她脸红&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;她烦闷的时候最不喜欢一个人待着&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这时候她是不会嫌你烦的&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你越跟她缠绵她心里就越好受&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;当她吃醋的时候可不是好玩的&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;最有效的办法还是让她无醋可吃&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;要不在醋缸里淹死的可是你&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;女人的眼泪并不都是珍珠&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;但你一定每次都把它们当成珍珠&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这样她才会变得连哭都很吝啬&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;她说得话你可以适当忽略&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;但在她需要你的时刻请陪在她身边&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这常常可以让她回味一辈子&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;女人都是感性的&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;所以常会做出一些你认为弱智的事情&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;也正因为如此，她才需要你的提醒与呵护&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不是所有的女人做了母亲后都会长大和变得坚强&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;所以正确教育孩子的重任常常是在你的肩膀上&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;她骂你的时候是因为爱你&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;她打你的时候也是因为爱你&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这一点上和男人的表现刚好完全相反&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;温柔的女人也会有脾气&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;坚强的女人也会有脆弱&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;独立的女人也会有固执&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你选择了她就请承担她 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31619724-2096924973907528081?l=dastoryofmii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dastoryofmii.blogspot.com/feeds/2096924973907528081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31619724&amp;postID=2096924973907528081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31619724/posts/default/2096924973907528081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31619724/posts/default/2096924973907528081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dastoryofmii.blogspot.com/2010/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>MyStoRie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06522890790759088562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_lJlX_p5lU6I/TLqRU2F_oGI/AAAAAAAAAqg/zZn1zwRep8c/s72-c/tumblr_la74ozUuJw1qbsl20o1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31619724.post-6233126588856246995</id><published>2010-10-14T11:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T11:49:28.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Why did you let your mother down again?" I fucking hate this sentence.. Have I not done enough to prove to her that I do care and want the best for her?&lt;br /&gt;1st I quit school to be with her. Ppl say to me: you are still young, still got time to study, don't worry, but you only got 1 mother. If you don't be with her now, you may regret it later.&lt;br /&gt;So I gave up my future here, my dreams, my life. Honestly speaking, those that I gave up, no matter how hard I try now, I just can't find it back. And those were the best things I ever had.&lt;br /&gt;Those who dunno thinks that I'm those play girl who only knows fun, that's why I quit school. Fuck that!!&lt;br /&gt;Now that she comes back here, I quit my job to help her out, I'm being said to be living off my mother, so useless, what the fuck is this?&lt;br /&gt;Have I not done enough??&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna care whether my mum is happy or sad. From this moment on, I live for myself. I'm the daughter she gave birth to, take it or leave it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31619724-6233126588856246995?l=dastoryofmii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dastoryofmii.blogspot.com/feeds/6233126588856246995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31619724&amp;postID=6233126588856246995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31619724/posts/default/6233126588856246995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31619724/posts/default/6233126588856246995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dastoryofmii.blogspot.com/2010/10/why-did-you-let-your-mother-down-again.html' title=''/><author><name>MyStoRie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06522890790759088562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31619724.post-1696445966382289351</id><published>2010-10-09T00:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T00:43:27.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Now I understand why some people get themselves drunk.&lt;br /&gt;It's not because they want to escape each killing moment the spent every fucking night thinking about what's happening with their damn life. Of course they don't forget their problems, but at least they don't spend the night crying themselves to sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31619724-1696445966382289351?l=dastoryofmii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dastoryofmii.blogspot.com/feeds/1696445966382289351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31619724&amp;postID=1696445966382289351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31619724/posts/default/1696445966382289351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31619724/posts/default/1696445966382289351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dastoryofmii.blogspot.com/2010/10/now-i-understand-why-some-people-get.html' title=''/><author><name>MyStoRie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06522890790759088562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31619724.post-580659817475409679</id><published>2010-10-06T16:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T16:30:23.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Adults sometimes can be even worst than a child, more childish, more insecure, harder to coax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? Because they are hurt once too many times to trust and love someone like they fall in love the 1st time round. And fuck it! Whenever they are unhappy, the people around them suffer too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just trying to help.. Is there a need to throw tantrum at me too?? You have your bad days, so do I!! Most young adults at my age are busy chasing their dreams, making a name for themselves. What about me? I'm here to back you up. Because of you I gave up my dreams TWICE!! Why are you still not happy with me? Not trying to understand me a little?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want my freedom!! I'm already jailed in this place for more than I can take..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31619724-580659817475409679?l=dastoryofmii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dastoryofmii.blogspot.com/feeds/580659817475409679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31619724&amp;postID=580659817475409679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31619724/posts/default/580659817475409679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31619724/posts/default/580659817475409679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dastoryofmii.blogspot.com/2010/10/adults-sometimes-can-be-even-worst-than.html' title=''/><author><name>MyStoRie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06522890790759088562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31619724.post-6974915543512698872</id><published>2010-09-23T09:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T09:51:21.818+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wonder why would you feel unwanted and disposable, when I always shower you with love, care and concern. This make me feel like, whenever I shower wit love care and concern, you will open up an umbrella and block all of those away, maybe just allow a few drops to sprinkle on you. It's like all of my efforts hab been wasted, like you hab ignored all the things that I hab done for you. I guess it doesn't mean much cause it's coming from me, not...&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;Did you know how many nights I had cried myself to sleep thinking how disposable I'm to you? I feel like I'm watching a really nice horror movie, knowing there is a big bad thing gonna happen, just not knowing when it'll take place or how. But because it's so good, I'm willing sit through it, even though I knew the ending.&lt;br /&gt;I keep wishing and praying every single day that "the ending" part will be different. Even though whenever I whisper those wishes to the stars, those prayers to god, my inner voice keep telling me "it'll never happen."&lt;br /&gt;Just hope you know that I'll always hold you dearly to my heart, whether my heart is whole or broken. I'm not pushing you away, just don't wanna let you see me break down. Don't wanna show you my tears, just my smile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31619724-6974915543512698872?l=dastoryofmii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dastoryofmii.blogspot.com/feeds/6974915543512698872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31619724&amp;postID=6974915543512698872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31619724/posts/default/6974915543512698872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31619724/posts/default/6974915543512698872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dastoryofmii.blogspot.com/2010/09/wonder-why-would-you-feel-unwanted-and.html' title=''/><author><name>MyStoRie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06522890790759088562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31619724.post-7131679526432592361</id><published>2010-08-24T21:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T21:46:49.025+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;He said to me: "even if I go flirt around with other girls, but I'm still coming back to you, you should be happy enough, that's enough to show you that I love you. You should learn to open one eye and close one eye."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I dont even know how to decribe how I felt when I heard this.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It begins when I tell him I'm going to Hong Kong with my girls next april. He replies by saying that it's a good thing, so that he can go taiwan with his friends without having to bring me along. Asked him why he seems so happy about it, his answer was: "because with you around, I cant go gui hun with my friends wad. So many places I cant go, things I cant see."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm quite an open minded person, what is it that he wanna see and do that cannot do it in my presence? And he gave me the answer as above. That really left alot of questions in my head, am I being too doubtful?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I once thought I had turn into one of those annoying girlfriend who always doubt their bf. Has no self esteem, and demand attention. Somehow, now I kinda realized, it's not me who had changed, it's him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Checking out girls even when I'm around, even openly comparing me to them. Eg: look at her legs, so slim and long, that's the kind I like, look at yours, ew! like stewed pork trotter. Or: wa! her waist so power, up there one, dear ah, try harder.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I used to tell him: 'wa dear! tat girl so pretty.' because his respond used to be: 'so so only la, who would be prettier than my dear' I no longer do it as I'm afraid of the hurtful words he'll say. I think it's partially my fault, as I allowed him to have power over me, I valued every of his opinions. Making him think that he has the right, but shouldnt he understand that there is a limit to everything?? That words can kill??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just feel so hurt...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31619724-7131679526432592361?l=dastoryofmii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dastoryofmii.blogspot.com/feeds/7131679526432592361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31619724&amp;postID=7131679526432592361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31619724/posts/default/7131679526432592361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31619724/posts/default/7131679526432592361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dastoryofmii.blogspot.com/2010/08/he-said-to-me-even-if-i-go-flirt-around.html' title=''/><author><name>MyStoRie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06522890790759088562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31619724.post-4581265773461983864</id><published>2010-04-10T14:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T15:04:10.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tears after tears. I don't even have the power to hold it back.&lt;br /&gt;"You belong to the group of girls who needs make up on to look pretty, but even ur make up look weird."&lt;br /&gt;These words keep on echo-ing in headm and when it play in my head, my tear will start rolling down again. I'm so overwhelmed with emotions.&lt;br /&gt;I know that I'm not a stunningly beautiful women, that's why I always put in extra effort to look good. That sentence really sent me straight to hell!&lt;br /&gt;If it was to come out from others mouth, I would hab just brush it off, and laugh at the person for not being able to appreaciate my beauty that's all.&lt;br /&gt;But it came from u! The 1 person that I trust and love. So that's how you always see me as?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31619724-4581265773461983864?l=dastoryofmii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dastoryofmii.blogspot.com/feeds/4581265773461983864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31619724&amp;postID=4581265773461983864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31619724/posts/default/4581265773461983864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31619724/posts/default/4581265773461983864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dastoryofmii.blogspot.com/2010/04/tears-after-tears.html' title=''/><author><name>MyStoRie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06522890790759088562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31619724.post-8758810677114794145</id><published>2010-04-04T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T22:35:52.048+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>How was your long weekend holiday?&lt;br /&gt;Mine passed by like those F1 race.. Zoom zoom and it's all gone..&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow have to go back to work!! Life sucks!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall blog more tomorroa since I'll more time..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31619724-8758810677114794145?l=dastoryofmii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dastoryofmii.blogspot.com/feeds/8758810677114794145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31619724&amp;postID=8758810677114794145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31619724/posts/default/8758810677114794145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31619724/posts/default/8758810677114794145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dastoryofmii.blogspot.com/2010/04/how-was-your-long-weekend-holiday-mine.html' title=''/><author><name>MyStoRie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06522890790759088562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31619724.post-7707489294281540001</id><published>2010-04-02T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T23:55:50.719+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life sucks'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow first time blogging with my blackberry..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought this year would be a really good year. but so far everything is in a mess..&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder if there are people who actually remember that I'm only 20, bearly an adult..&lt;br /&gt;They all expect so much from me, and I've to struggle so hard to live up to it..&lt;br /&gt;I may give ppl a feel of being the "I don't give a fuck" kind of girl..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes! I don't give a damn about how you feel or how you see me if you are a nobody to me. However, if I do care, it would kill me to know that I let my loved ones down.&lt;br /&gt;But who actually turned back and think "hmm.. Actually I had let amy down too."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe my life would be much easier if I don't care. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31619724-7707489294281540001?l=dastoryofmii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dastoryofmii.blogspot.com/feeds/7707489294281540001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31619724&amp;postID=7707489294281540001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31619724/posts/default/7707489294281540001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31619724/posts/default/7707489294281540001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dastoryofmii.blogspot.com/2010/04/wow-first-time-blogging-with-my.html' title=''/><author><name>MyStoRie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06522890790759088562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31619724.post-5791173538805647700</id><published>2010-02-18T10:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T10:50:32.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;emember the days before every kid in school had a cell phone? The good old days when if you wanted to tell someone something you had to secretly write it down and scope out your trustworthy peers and rely on their combined effort to deliver your note while avoiding detection from the teacher? But now, all you have to do is find the right angle to hold your phone in order to get enough service to send a text msg.&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31619724-5791173538805647700?l=dastoryofmii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dastoryofmii.blogspot.com/feeds/5791173538805647700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31619724&amp;postID=5791173538805647700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31619724/posts/default/5791173538805647700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31619724/posts/default/5791173538805647700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dastoryofmii.blogspot.com/2010/02/r-emember-days-before-every-kid-in.html' title=''/><author><name>MyStoRie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06522890790759088562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31619724.post-1155290511948718102</id><published>2010-02-16T14:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T15:09:05.952+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How was your three days of visiting?&lt;br /&gt;It definately tired me out, but earned easy money. Lol...&lt;br /&gt;Followed baby around to visit his families. They all seems to know me already, can't we just hurry up and take the next obvious step already? ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I think put on alot of weight liao lor!! Thanks to all the good food =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's the pictures to all the talking from now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="DSC00287 by princess_bunny1202, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35990126@N02/4361913550/"&gt;&lt;img alt="DSC00287" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4004/4361913550_5106e33a31.jpg" width="375" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="DSC00288 by princess_bunny1202, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35990126@N02/4361173337/"&gt;&lt;img alt="DSC00288" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4067/4361173337_58848f66ae.jpg" width="500" height="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="DSC00350 by princess_bunny1202, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35990126@N02/4361174611/"&gt;&lt;img alt="DSC00350" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2692/4361174611_392f864c56.jpg" width="500" height="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="DSC00351 by princess_bunny1202, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35990126@N02/4361916924/"&gt;&lt;img alt="DSC00351" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4060/4361916924_9637483fa9.jpg" width="500" height="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CNY shopping at China Town with colleagues and manager, it hot and humid, to add to my suffering it was bloody crowded! The trip was rathering fruitful though, got alot of stuff back, like all the goodies that help the needle on my weight scale move more to the right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="DSC00330 by princess_bunny1202, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35990126@N02/4361917658/"&gt;&lt;img alt="DSC00330" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2797/4361917658_ab3da5b6c8.jpg" width="375" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stuff my face with food!! Like my hamsters, like owner like pet!! LoL..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="DSC00411 by princess_bunny1202, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35990126@N02/4361177441/"&gt;&lt;img alt="DSC00411" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4022/4361177441_272a81bb92.jpg" width="500" height="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the Kok's clan HQ. My baby was so happy that he got so many Ang Bao.&lt;br /&gt;It was rather boring though, everyone was fighting to get a chance to play com. I was reading My Sister Keeper, NICE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="DSC00413 by princess_bunny1202, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35990126@N02/4361178361/"&gt;&lt;img alt="DSC00413" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4070/4361178361_5891b0c3cb.jpg" width="500" height="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="DSC00412 by princess_bunny1202, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35990126@N02/4361179205/"&gt;&lt;img alt="DSC00412" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4071/4361179205_9da2bd107b.jpg" width="500" height="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="DSC00409 by princess_bunny1202, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35990126@N02/4361921226/"&gt;&lt;img alt="DSC00409" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4070/4361921226_d6a7f80462.jpg" width="375" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My tired feet! So much for pretty heels. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="DSC00408 by princess_bunny1202, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35990126@N02/4361931672/"&gt;&lt;img alt="DSC00408" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2694/4361931672_98c0aa3fd5.jpg" width="500" height="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Huimin walk walk at Orchard, everywhere was still closed. =..=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="DSC00401 by princess_bunny1202, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35990126@N02/4361932466/"&gt;&lt;img alt="DSC00401" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4001/4361932466_a20f1b3df7.jpg" width="500" height="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sumsious meal for the new year! Yum!! This is gonna be a yumilious year :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="DSC00400 by princess_bunny1202, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35990126@N02/4361192043/"&gt;&lt;img alt="DSC00400" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4011/4361192043_228b6e0f97.jpg" width="500" height="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="DSC00399 by princess_bunny1202, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35990126@N02/4361192717/"&gt;&lt;img alt="DSC00399" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4070/4361192717_d618463468.jpg" width="500" height="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love max!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="DSC00356 by princess_bunny1202, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35990126@N02/4361193621/"&gt;&lt;img alt="DSC00356" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2697/4361193621_51d1484775.jpg" width="375" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got this from baby for my birthday. I feel so sorry for spoiling his suprise plan for my birthday. Fuck my tantrum!! I appreaciate the thought being put into it though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that more or less concluded my CNY. BBQ and steamboat coming up soon, and company dinner, FML more food!! =.=&lt;br /&gt;I need to go london weight management liao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31619724-1155290511948718102?l=dastoryofmii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dastoryofmii.blogspot.com/feeds/1155290511948718102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31619724&amp;postID=1155290511948718102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31619724/posts/default/1155290511948718102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31619724/posts/default/1155290511948718102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dastoryofmii.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-new-year-how-was-your-three-days.html' title=''/><author><name>MyStoRie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06522890790759088562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://farm5.static.flickr.com/4004/4361913550_5106e33a31_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31619724.post-8173639400985665783</id><published>2010-01-28T22:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T22:21:48.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a title="SNC00437 by princess_bunny1202, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35990126@N02/4310833611/"&gt;&lt;img alt="SNC00437" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2780/4310833611_3183b01713.jpg" width="500" height="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did your year end/start?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mine ends with a big bang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="SNC00425 by princess_bunny1202, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35990126@N02/4311573426/"&gt;&lt;img alt="SNC00425" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2680/4311573426_0e0d3a254e.jpg" width="500" height="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be there again this year end. Who wanna join me? Lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="SNC00420 by princess_bunny1202, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35990126@N02/4311574958/"&gt;&lt;img alt="SNC00420" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2774/4311574958_7d79828351.jpg" width="500" height="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="SNC00432 by princess_bunny1202, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35990126@N02/4310859459/"&gt;&lt;img alt="SNC00432" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4063/4310859459_de7b00d27e.jpg" width="500" height="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="SNC00433 by princess_bunny1202, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35990126@N02/4310857677/"&gt;&lt;img alt="SNC00433" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4008/4310857677_e3f2eff791.jpg" width="375" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="SNC00381 by princess_bunny1202, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35990126@N02/4311576658/"&gt;&lt;img alt="SNC00381" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4044/4311576658_abe0ecfbe1.jpg" width="500" height="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="SNC00399 by princess_bunny1202, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35990126@N02/4311578210/"&gt;&lt;img alt="SNC00399" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4068/4311578210_57b4963858.jpg" width="375" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black hair now by the way. Does it look better? Or bright hair better?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="17065_316992542984_192666757984_4749556_4544005_n by princess_bunny1202, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35990126@N02/4310832087/"&gt;&lt;img alt="17065_316992542984_192666757984_4749556_4544005_n" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4029/4310832087_e9bf59e726.jpg" width="500" height="333" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so obsessed with this show, I had stopped watching dramas for quite sometimes now, but the moment I start watching this, I'm hooked!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Hachiko: A Dog's Story movie poster by FontShop Benelux, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/fontshopbenelux/4191849229/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Hachiko: A Dog's Story movie poster" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2638/4191849229_6089df0dac.jpg" width="354" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this movie too, so touching!! It's a 4/5 from me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31619724-8173639400985665783?l=dastoryofmii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dastoryofmii.blogspot.com/feeds/8173639400985665783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31619724&amp;postID=8173639400985665783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31619724/posts/default/8173639400985665783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31619724/posts/default/8173639400985665783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dastoryofmii.blogspot.com/2010/01/how-did-your-year-endstart-mine-ends.html' title=''/><author><name>MyStoRie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06522890790759088562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://farm3.static.flickr.com/2780/4310833611_3183b01713_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31619724.post-6611273719518903812</id><published>2010-01-20T13:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T13:30:05.497+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMG!! My blog is rotting away!! Shall be updating it tonight. Be ware!! Heavily loaded with pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QUICK UPDATE: gotten a new job as purchaser, changed hair colour, still same old boyfriend =.=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31619724-6611273719518903812?l=dastoryofmii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dastoryofmii.blogspot.com/feeds/6611273719518903812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31619724&amp;postID=6611273719518903812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31619724/posts/default/6611273719518903812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31619724/posts/default/6611273719518903812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dastoryofmii.blogspot.com/2010/01/omg-my-blog-is-rotting-away-shall-be.html' title=''/><author><name>MyStoRie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06522890790759088562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31619724.post-6006093407650641999</id><published>2009-10-15T11:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T11:26:03.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Dual Signs Horse and Aquarius&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What characterizes you most is your chivalrous mind. Animated with generous ideas, you behave as a genuine humanitarian and idealist. Enthusiastic, you believe in progress, in the future, in the disappearance of frontiers, in universal brotherhood. Some people would take you for a naive or utopian type, but they should recognize your good heart. You willingly bring help to the weak, the oppressed, the underprivileged, the widow and the orphan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You like to express your ideas although, quite often, you've the impression of preaching in the desert. Your warm comportment attracts all sympathies to you. One finds you very charming though somewhat disconcerting. Friendships, fortuitous encounters, and happy hazards play a great role in your destiny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've an intense interest in the world, ideas, human sciences, all means of communication, and it's in these domains that you can achieve very beautiful successes. But it will always be difficult for you to comply with a rigid discipline or routine. You'll be at the best of your capacities only by moving or traveling. You can become head of a social or spiritual movement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In love, you tend to live intense passions all the while proving to be disconcerting and impossible to be grasped. In order to be happy, you must enter a union based as much on friendship as on love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;P.S: does it sounds like they are talking about me to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31619724-6006093407650641999?l=dastoryofmii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dastoryofmii.blogspot.com/feeds/6006093407650641999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31619724&amp;postID=6006093407650641999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31619724/posts/default/6006093407650641999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31619724/posts/default/6006093407650641999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dastoryofmii.blogspot.com/2009/10/dual-signs-horse-and-aquarius-what.html' title=''/><author><name>MyStoRie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06522890790759088562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31619724.post-1460907707708956117</id><published>2009-10-14T00:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T00:28:18.815+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;TALK ABOUT THE BIG&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;L.O.V.E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(part2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MY MUMMY:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is the one woman who I hail to. After all the things that she was put through for all her life, all the shit that threw at her, she is going strong and striving hard,  she bounce right back even stronger than before. Nothing put this woman down, damn! And of course her love for me, more than what a mother can possibly give her child. She gone through so much for me, sacraficed her youth and happiness. No words is good enough to describe her. Who say super woman doesn't exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MY GRANDMA:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my love and respect goes to her, even though she is not around me anymore. Her presents is still so strong in my heart. She is like my idol, she is the woman who trained me into a some what respectable woman that I'm now. There were so many promises I made to her but couldn't carry out. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MY BABY BOY:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh! It's gonna be four yrs since we got together. Looking back at all the things we had for each other, it all show me how love and being loved felt like. We had our fair share of fights and quarrel too. But we didn't fight against each other, we fought for our future. Whenever I think of him, I could taste the sweetness right from my heart, I never know that it would be possible. He is the only person in the world that is able to make me smile like a silly little girl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31619724-1460907707708956117?l=dastoryofmii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dastoryofmii.blogspot.com/feeds/1460907707708956117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31619724&amp;postID=1460907707708956117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31619724/posts/default/1460907707708956117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31619724/posts/default/1460907707708956117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dastoryofmii.blogspot.com/2009/10/talk-about-big-l_13.html' title=''/><author><name>MyStoRie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06522890790759088562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31619724.post-5516653900369443612</id><published>2009-10-12T23:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T23:47:11.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;TALK ABOUT THE BIG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;L.O.V.E&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently I realised that I've a few really really good friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HUIMIN:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We know each other from dance in secondary school. And since then we are friends for like as long as it has been, and without ever quarrelling at all. I can't believe it. I've had lots of friends who come and go. But she stay through it all, she can just brighten up my days by some stupid jokes, without having to even ask what's wrong. We might be pissed with each other but seconds later we'll just laugh it off, like from the bottom of our heart. We know each other deepest secrets, and who we really are and still accept each other. Aaaaww. Like where can you friends like us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JOLEEN:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've not seen her in a long while now. But I'll bounce to her side as soon as I finish up all my mess. Missing that bitch lots. She also walk with me through so many ups and downs, and we never had a quarrel for as long as our friendship had been. Although she doesn't provide much solutions, but she is a good listener. She is a friend whos is like a star, she may not be there now but she will be there whenever she can. I hope she feel the same way too. So many stuff to share with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOREN:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.. I'm only writing this cos she might be reading. Haha. Joking joking. She is the ultimate lover that I know of. We don't really meet up or share alot of secrets, but I know that she is a good person, and i love her dogs, and forgive me for alot of stupid things I did, like the hamsters I always ended up living them in her care. Hope she doesn't hate me, I really don't mean to make use of your love for animals, just that I really had no choice. Still owe her shit loads of money. Haiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MISSY JODI:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We know each other not too long ago, about a year plus if I'm not wrong. She is not bad, just abit short tempered sometimes, we also never quarrel ( I can't remember). If you need help, she will jsut help all she can without asking. Have not meet her for such a long time now. We both busy with work and study. Glad that she is happily attached after being hurt by such a bastard, and I can proudly say that I'm one of the match maker :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SUKO:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During my time in London, she is the one who cheers me up during my gloomy days. We supported and sheltered each other as much as we can. As being young girls, alone without family, was really tough. She is literally my sister. I feel so bad leaving her alone in UK. But luckily she found someone to lean on. She will be in taiwan soon. I'll be able to visit her then. We can have our girly talks again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TO BE CONTINUE..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31619724-5516653900369443612?l=dastoryofmii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dastoryofmii.blogspot.com/feeds/5516653900369443612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31619724&amp;postID=5516653900369443612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31619724/posts/default/5516653900369443612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31619724/posts/default/5516653900369443612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dastoryofmii.blogspot.com/2009/10/talk-about-big-l.html' title=''/><author><name>MyStoRie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06522890790759088562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31619724.post-8598067018985836997</id><published>2009-10-12T22:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T22:42:33.331+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zVNTdWbVBgc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zVNTdWbVBgc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love have no boudaries and time limit&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31619724-8598067018985836997?l=dastoryofmii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dastoryofmii.blogspot.com/feeds/8598067018985836997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31619724&amp;postID=8598067018985836997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31619724/posts/default/8598067018985836997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31619724/posts/default/8598067018985836997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dastoryofmii.blogspot.com/2009/10/love-have-no-boudaries-and-time-limit.html' title=''/><author><name>MyStoRie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06522890790759088562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31619724.post-5027219713449204862</id><published>2009-10-07T22:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T22:25:46.159+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;NEW CLOTHES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally the clothes that my mum bought me had arrived. I love all of them, exactly my taste.&lt;br /&gt;I shall show you some of my favourites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="SNC00227 by princess_bunny1202, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35990126@N02/3990025540/"&gt;&lt;img alt="SNC00227" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2450/3990025540_807d59508b.jpg" width="375" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't this just so adorable...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="SNC00228 by princess_bunny1202, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35990126@N02/3990025564/"&gt;&lt;img alt="SNC00228" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2640/3990025564_2b309ef320.jpg" width="375" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the love of all loves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="SNC00229 by princess_bunny1202, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35990126@N02/3990025562/"&gt;&lt;img alt="SNC00229" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3451/3990025562_0bd0b4dae2.jpg" width="375" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woohoo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="SNC00230 by princess_bunny1202, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35990126@N02/3990025560/"&gt;&lt;img alt="SNC00230" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2593/3990025560_e397f0028c.jpg" width="375" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="SNC00234 by princess_bunny1202, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35990126@N02/3990025552/"&gt;&lt;img alt="SNC00234" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2551/3990025552_9e042d9e86.jpg" width="500" height="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at the pile!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in cloud nine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31619724-5027219713449204862?l=dastoryofmii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dastoryofmii.blogspot.com/feeds/5027219713449204862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31619724&amp;postID=5027219713449204862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31619724/posts/default/5027219713449204862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31619724/posts/default/5027219713449204862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dastoryofmii.blogspot.com/2009/10/new-clothes-finally-clothes-that-my-mum.html' title=''/><author><name>MyStoRie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06522890790759088562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://farm3.static.flickr.com/2450/3990025540_807d59508b_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31619724.post-760596252640252873</id><published>2009-10-06T23:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T00:24:33.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've got so many things to blog about. But i'm gonna make it short and simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ONE NIGHT STAND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One night, this guy just randomly sms me how I was doing. I didn't recognise his number, so I asked him who he is, and he totally shocked that I forgot about it. So he revealed his name and claimed that we had one night stand before. I was like so stunned. Like WTF. I don't even know you, and I'm not a one night stand kind of girl too. So I told him he got the wrong number. But he doesn't stop there, he go on and claims that he remember very clearly is me. Fine, I asked him how he got my number, he said I gave him at the club that we met. By now, I thought it was a case of prank call or something, as I don't give out my number at clubs. And even if I had one night stand with him, one night stand is an one night stand, why would I bother contacting you anymore, it's an no-string-attached-affair. I go on and ask which club, he say can't remember, I got pretty pissed off, so I still tell him nicely that I'm not the one he's looking for. He still don't wanna give up and say he remember it clearly, and my kissing was great(this is quite true la  :p). Like come on la, if we did had sex, I can assure you that it's only my kissing that's great. :p&lt;br /&gt;Then I decided not to waste my time and sms-es on him, and ignored him. He texted me again, "Are you G____?" I censored out cos I don't think it's good to mention names, not that I know her. I replied "Dude, you seriously got the wrong person!!". He still can have the face to ask me who am I. "You don't need to know, but i'm not the G sth that you said, ok!". Finally he gave up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MY UNDERWEAR MAY MAKE IT WAY INTO YOUTUBE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok! This is totally stupid. My neighbour claims that my wet undies (just washed kind of wet) were dripping water on her clothes. Techincally, she always claims that our clothes drip water onto hers. Which is ridiculous! My block got like more than 10 storey, cannot be other house, must be our house, funny right! Then one day she decided to be funny and video down my undies dripping water, after I just washed it. But I put it until so extreme right and away from her clothes, how can it be dripping on hers, plus I don't see water dripping at all lor.&lt;br /&gt;At first, she said that she gonna send it to the authority to complain. Like they care like that, even if they do care, what are they gonna do? Send me a warning for dripping water undies? Ok I shall wait, when I get one, I scan and post it here for ya'll to see.&lt;br /&gt;After a heated arguement wit my bf mum, she claims that she's gonna post it on youtube! Ok, she thinks funny ah! Like who gonna view this kind of video? Some pervert? Old uncle? Unless she name it like it's some porn video or what la, then some stupid people will click on it.&lt;br /&gt;Just to think that some pervert or old uncle jacking off to the video of undies dripping water, not only send chill down my spine, it sends chill everywhere in my body. And my undies look pretty hot ok. I don't like those ah ma underwear!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My life is getting so scandalous!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31619724-760596252640252873?l=dastoryofmii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dastoryofmii.blogspot.com/feeds/760596252640252873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31619724&amp;postID=760596252640252873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31619724/posts/default/760596252640252873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31619724/posts/default/760596252640252873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dastoryofmii.blogspot.com/2009/10/ive-got-so-many-things-to-blog-about.html' title=''/><author><name>MyStoRie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06522890790759088562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31619724.post-7361262728755619276</id><published>2009-09-30T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T23:51:15.575+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9wk5z-kVC90&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9wk5z-kVC90&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This make me go aaaaaawwwwwwww. LoLs&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31619724-7361262728755619276?l=dastoryofmii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dastoryofmii.blogspot.com/feeds/7361262728755619276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31619724&amp;postID=7361262728755619276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31619724/posts/default/7361262728755619276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31619724/posts/default/7361262728755619276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dastoryofmii.blogspot.com/2009/09/this-make-me-go-aaaaaawwwwwwww.html' title=''/><author><name>MyStoRie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06522890790759088562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31619724.post-1377677616735720074</id><published>2009-09-23T22:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T23:10:53.134+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Met up with huimin. Supposed to be working, but boss busy office never open.&lt;br /&gt;The day didn't start well, on the train to bugis to meet Huimin, this ah ma keep peeping at my fone, that annoy me big time. Then got this primary school kid sit opposite me, he keep dropping his stack of pokemon cards, like is he retarded or what? Hold a stack of cards also can't hold properly. Next come a couple, the guy was trying so hard to impress the girl or something, he kept boosting about his fights in school. If I were the girl I won't be interested lor, don't like violence people, hate wars and fights. Fists can't solve problems.(they don't even have a brain for crying out loud).&lt;br /&gt;After meeting her things got better. Due to over girly, emotion and silly chat, totally feel better and baby say he misses me out of the blue. Surrounded by people I love never fail to put a smile on my face.&lt;br /&gt;Then when we about to head home, we went to giant for no particular reason. There and then, a horrible accident happened. Huimin suddenly stop, I smashed into her, and her shoes totally ripped off my &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TOE NAIL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!! It was bleeding and hurting like nobody business. Ok lets the pitures do the talking for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="SNC00204 by princess_bunny1202, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35990126@N02/3947234173/"&gt;&lt;img alt="SNC00204" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2556/3947234173_4a99b03d33.jpg" width="500" height="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enjoying my cappuchino like kids enjoying christmas presents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="SNC00206 by princess_bunny1202, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35990126@N02/3947234933/"&gt;&lt;img alt="SNC00206" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2665/3947234933_25eb180659.jpg" width="375" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then came the horrific accident. My blood actually drip all over the cold storage floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="SNC00207 by princess_bunny1202, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35990126@N02/3948016064/"&gt;&lt;img alt="SNC00207" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3445/3948016064_a48808ca73.jpg" width="500" height="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like 1/4 of nail is gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="SNC00208 by princess_bunny1202, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35990126@N02/3948016776/"&gt;&lt;img alt="SNC00208" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3510/3948016776_dcc340ef7e.jpg" width="375" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least huimin still got the heart to give me this cute tweetie bird plaster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm gonna have to live on acrylic nails for the rest of my life.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31619724-1377677616735720074?l=dastoryofmii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dastoryofmii.blogspot.com/feeds/1377677616735720074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31619724&amp;postID=1377677616735720074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31619724/posts/default/1377677616735720074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31619724/posts/default/1377677616735720074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dastoryofmii.blogspot.com/2009/09/met-up-with-huimin_23.html' title=''/><author><name>MyStoRie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06522890790759088562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://farm3.static.flickr.com/2556/3947234173_4a99b03d33_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31619724.post-8438926287957561926</id><published>2009-09-21T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T23:13:30.185+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My laptop is back.&lt;br /&gt;Amy is happy again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31619724-8438926287957561926?l=dastoryofmii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dastoryofmii.blogspot.com/feeds/8438926287957561926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31619724&amp;postID=8438926287957561926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31619724/posts/default/8438926287957561926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31619724/posts/default/8438926287957561926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dastoryofmii.blogspot.com/2009/09/yay.html' title=''/><author><name>MyStoRie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06522890790759088562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31619724.post-4988677939450343972</id><published>2009-09-16T14:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T14:23:33.601+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a title="robert pattinson by princess_bunny1202, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35990126@N02/3925502126/"&gt;&lt;img alt="robert pattinson" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3515/3925502126_6abb4cf45a.jpg" width="500" height="485" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31619724-4988677939450343972?l=dastoryofmii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dastoryofmii.blogspot.com/feeds/4988677939450343972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31619724.post-6747636800697364903</id><published>2009-09-05T23:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T23:40:58.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>mood ❥ lost and empty&lt;br /&gt;listening to ❥ you are still the one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with huimin.&lt;br /&gt;Movie marathon. Year one and I love Beth Cooper.&lt;br /&gt;Some how felt the two movies didn't worth the money.&lt;br /&gt;Baby tio guard duty. Poor little thing. He hab to walk around Tekong whole night. -.-&lt;br /&gt;Miss him so much. Can't sms him, can't call him, no news from him at all. But tomorrow morning will be fetching him. Should have gone down to find him yesterday when he can book out for a few hours, I can totally kick myself for feeling lazy to travel until so far. T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm soooooooooo broke now. And feeling emo too. Lost and down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31619724-6747636800697364903?l=dastoryofmii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dastoryofmii.blogspot.com/feeds/6747636800697364903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31619724&amp;postID=6747636800697364903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31619724/posts/default/6747636800697364903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31619724/posts/default/6747636800697364903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dastoryofmii.blogspot.com/2009/09/met-up-with-huimin.html' title=''/><author><name>MyStoRie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06522890790759088562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31619724.post-8612103603999497531</id><published>2009-08-22T13:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T13:41:34.070+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chocolate cheese cake'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a title="cheese cakes by princess_bunny1202, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35990126@N02/3844027543/"&gt;&lt;img alt="cheese cakes" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2577/3844027543_6d2ed4ce16.jpg" width="500" height="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freshly baked cheese cakes made by me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="chocolate cheese cake by princess_bunny1202, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35990126@N02/3844817166/"&gt;&lt;img alt="chocolate cheese cake" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3480/3844817166_71409879c3.jpg" width="500" height="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with chocolate flakes.... YUM!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31619724-8612103603999497531?l=dastoryofmii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dastoryofmii.blogspot.com/feeds/8612103603999497531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31619724&amp;postID=8612103603999497531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31619724/posts/default/8612103603999497531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31619724/posts/default/8612103603999497531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dastoryofmii.blogspot.com/2009/08/freshly-baked-cheese-cakes-made-by-me.html' title=''/><author><name>MyStoRie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06522890790759088562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://farm3.static.flickr.com/2577/3844027543_6d2ed4ce16_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31619724.post-1830876482376068663</id><published>2009-08-22T11:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T11:20:16.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a title="P03-07-09_11.37[01] by princess_bunny1202, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35990126@N02/3844538594/"&gt;&lt;img alt="P03-07-09_11.37[01]" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2432/3844538594_7efabe18c2.jpg" width="375" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boy...♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="P15-08-09_21.36 by princess_bunny1202, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35990126@N02/3844538648/"&gt;&lt;img alt="P15-08-09_21.36" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2474/3844538648_6be5fa9f6c.jpg" width="500" height="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M girl...♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="P15-08-09_11.45 by princess_bunny1202, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35990126@N02/3843748795/"&gt;&lt;img alt="P15-08-09_11.45" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2626/3843748795_7d931a4ae8.jpg" width="375" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me... :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.. I'm so lame... Down with flu... Thanks to the baking weather... Lost sleep for a few nights... Roar...&lt;br /&gt;Baby is on his way back now  :D&lt;br /&gt;Gonna make some mini cheese cakes... Anyone want?  &gt;.&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31619724-1830876482376068663?l=dastoryofmii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dastoryofmii.blogspot.com/feeds/1830876482376068663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31619724&amp;postID=1830876482376068663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31619724/posts/default/1830876482376068663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31619724/posts/default/1830876482376068663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dastoryofmii.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-boy.html' title=''/><author><name>MyStoRie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06522890790759088562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://farm3.static.flickr.com/2432/3844538594_7efabe18c2_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31619724.post-2243265463071752832</id><published>2009-08-20T23:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T23:46:41.371+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hate 7th so much. It's so hot, not just because of the heat from summer but also from all the burning of papers and stuff. It's just adding the heat, I just can't sleep. Need an air con badly. Roar. This sucks so bad, and I'm falling sick so easily too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31619724-2243265463071752832?l=dastoryofmii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dastoryofmii.blogspot.com/feeds/2243265463071752832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31619724&amp;postID=2243265463071752832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31619724/posts/default/2243265463071752832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31619724/posts/default/2243265463071752832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dastoryofmii.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-hate-7th-so-much.html' title=''/><author><name>MyStoRie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06522890790759088562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31619724.post-6109652972558366927</id><published>2009-08-16T16:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T16:27:18.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday went to watch where ghost by Jack Neo with Huimin. The show was quite dry, there were funny and scary parts, but overall, it's a boring movie, especially the first story. With the good records that Jack Neo had for the previous few movies that he made, this one is quite a dissappointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, after that we went to little india Mustafa centre. Before we were at woodlands, we had to rot for like 5 hours before we watch the moive. We walked around Causeway Points for several rounds, I totally lost count. We wanted to get pedicures, but it was too expensive, so we just wandered around aimlessly. Stopped by at the arcade to watch some hardcore auntys and uncle playing the candy catching machine. They are like so pro can. All went home with big bags of candy and the big price. Was very tempted to play but I thought it was kinda waste of money. At Mustafa centre I found many good bargains, especially on beauty products, there were other things too, but beauty products were my main focus. Definately gonna make another trip there soon.&lt;br /&gt;I bought two things, one is Veet shaving cream and some self tan lotion. So far I love Veet shaving cream the best. It gaves me smooth and hairless skin within minutes, about 3-5 minutes. Painless and effortless. It uses a bladeless shaving tool, which ensure no cuts and no thicken hair when grow out. Did a little of research on it, it contains mild acid, so you can't leave it on for too long, other wise it is perfectly fine.&lt;br /&gt;For the self tan lotion I need to wait for about a week to see the results. For instant, it smells lovely and quite mosturising too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby came back at about 10plus last night, poor baby, he looks so worn out. He fell asleep the monent he hits the pillow, so we didn't really talk much, that's abit saddening. So I decided to cancel all other progams the following days, and spent quality time at home with him. It was pretty fruitful. He's busy packing right now, I don't wanna disturb him so I take time off to do some blogging and other stuff. Alot of people tell me it is hard to maintain a relationship with a NS man, but I fine it pretty cool though. The missing him part is pretty tough but it's endurable. Maybe it's because we're staying together, so I get to stay with him no matter what. I think in a relationship, the most important thing is being understanding, and give and take. If you always insist it your ways, it gonna be hard for the other party. And you gotta cool off your temper too, nobody likes to be screamed at. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, this is a pretty long entry. Tata... Till next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31619724-6109652972558366927?l=dastoryofmii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dastoryofmii.blogspot.com/feeds/6109652972558366927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31619724&amp;postID=6109652972558366927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31619724/posts/default/6109652972558366927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31619724/posts/default/6109652972558366927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dastoryofmii.blogspot.com/2009/08/yesterday-went-to-watch-where-ghost-by.html' title=''/><author><name>MyStoRie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06522890790759088562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31619724.post-3349458702254066495</id><published>2009-08-15T06:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T07:18:13.317+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;57 Girl Confessions!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1. Is it cute when guys kiss you on your forehead?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ya.. It also depends on who is the guy. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2. A big poof dress or a short party dress?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anything comfortable. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3. What would you do if you received a long love letter?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;er, skim thru, den ltr read in detail.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.4. Group dates or single dates?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;IDK. both also can? i love people. HAAHHAHHAH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5. Do you hate it when guys act different around their friends?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;how different can they be?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;6. Are diamonds a girl’s best friend?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love anything sparkly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;7. Is your hair up or down today?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;down, I always let my hair down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;8. Do you straighten your hair?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nope. prefer curly ones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;9. Favorite mascara:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;falsies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;10. Do you get your nails done?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;got the $$ and time than say la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;11. Small or large purses?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;medium.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;12. In your purse, what are your must haves?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;$$, posb card, ez-link card.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;13. Jeans or sweats?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jeans&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;14. Do you wear clothes/shoes/jewelry that’s uncomfortable?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i will have to wear it at least once b4 i know its uncomfortable right? what rubbish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;15. Do you text message a lot?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;YES!! My sms always maxed out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;16. What would you do if you got pregnant?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;IDK. Never really thought about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;17. What’s your favorite color?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pink&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;18. Heels or flats?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;flats, easier to walk in. but sometimes i slip on heels. releasing the vixen in me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;19. Did you ever cry during a romantic movie?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yes. always.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;20. Would you ever leave the house without make-up on?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ya. a girl can get real lazy sometimes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;21. Walmart or Target?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;NTUC, walmart&amp;amp;target must go all the way to USA den can shop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;22. Do you wear collared shirts?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sometimes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;23. Do you like preppy boys?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i like pretty boys. =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;24. Do you think lip gloss is the best!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yes. lipstick is kinda over the top sometimes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.25. Do you own any big sunglasses?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a few of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;26. How long does it take you to get ready in the morning?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;IDK. it depends on the time allowed. it ranged from 15mins to abt 2hrs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;27. Do you like to wear band-aids?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;unless cute ones, like me. (omg bhb =.=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;28. Do you like skater boys?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nia. i like korean boys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;29. Do you often wish there was something you could change?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ya. I wish i was born with Jessica Alba body not my body, and born as rich as Paris Hilton, and my boyfriend is Robert Pattinson, I actually had a chance with him considering the fact that I stayed in London for quite sometime.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;30. Gold or silver?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;both la, authentic ones pls!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;31. Do you like to receive flowers?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yup. it would be better if it's handmade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;32. Do you like surfer boys?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oooooooo... they are hot hot hot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;33. Do you dress up for the holidays?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hhhhhmmmmmmmmmmm. depends on my mood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;34. Do you like to wear dresses?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ya.i love lil pretty dresses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;35. On a scale of 1-10 how much do guys confuse you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;50-50?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;36. In the last 48 hours have you hung out with a guy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ya. my manager. in the office yo. dun get the wrong idea. we were just working. nt on each other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;37. Would you date a guy shorter than you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no way man. like i'm nt short enough?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;38. Do you like to hold hands?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ya. except for sweaty palms. eeeeekkkkkk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;39. What is the youngest you would date?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i dun date younger guys. unless you are one of the jonas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.40. What is the oldest you would date?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tom cruise age? hahaha. i dun mind dating him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;41. What do you notice when you first meet a guy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeerrrrrrrrrrrrr. overall la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;42. Is it hot when guys sweat?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hot for them, smelly for me. GO BATH LA =.=. unless you are taylor lautner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;43. What is the best feature in a guy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;funny, witty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;44. Do you like making eye contact?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i shy la. =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;46. Would you kill for chocolate?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;if the chocolate worth like $1000000000000000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;47. Did you ever spend all day/night getting pretty for a guy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i get pretty for myself. and like no point la. i'm pretty enough. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;48. On a scale from 1-10 how fun is shopping?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;fifteen. but the aftetmath isn't fun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;49. Do you freak out if you miss your favorite show?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no, YOUTUBE ppl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;50. Do you yell a lot?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i have a loud irritating voice, you say lei?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;51. Do you wear sweatpants/pajamas to school/work?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm not a pajamas person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;52. Have you ever dressed unlike yourself to impress a guy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no , gross to the max. me tis girl here don't do stuff for guys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;53. Do you write a lot of mushy love poems?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;what century is tis again?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;54. What makeup could you not live w/ out?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;IDK&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;55. Do you fall in love easily?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;easy in easy out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;56. Do you have cramps?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;not really. unless u r refering to the bitch call PMS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;57. Do you think you have the bestest friend ever?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;alot lei. HAHAHAHA &lt;3&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31619724-3349458702254066495?l=dastoryofmii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dastoryofmii.blogspot.com/feeds/3349458702254066495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31619724&amp;postID=3349458702254066495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31619724/posts/default/3349458702254066495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31619724/posts/default/3349458702254066495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dastoryofmii.blogspot.com/2009/08/57-girl-confessions-1.html' title=''/><author><name>MyStoRie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06522890790759088562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31619724.post-2707639245064708515</id><published>2009-08-12T11:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T11:47:50.081+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>7 more days and "&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Proposal&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;" will be coming to singapore.&lt;br /&gt;This movie is promising to be hilarious. Normally, it'll be up to the guy to do the proposing thing. However, in this movie, it's the lady who did it. And the lady is Sandra Bullock!!! OMG!!! I love her movies, her acting is natural, you can't even tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to what I know, Ryan Reynolds is Sandra Bullock assistant. And she's a nasty boss. She got deported cos her work permit expired. She's from Canada. Out of desperation, she just grab Ryan and tells the boss that they are getting married, so that she can remind in the US. Well, of cos over time they fell in love, but not in a very sweet loving way, according to the trailer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to watch this movie. So sick and tired of all the lovey-dovey romance movies. This one is like they literally fought their way into love. You just gotta see Ryan face when Sandra tell him they are getting married. OMG. I thought I would die laughing. Ryan "Alaska" Sandra "Alaska...a..ha?". Where can you find such a couple. The moments they had to act loving awkwardly, that's priceless. And the scene where Ryan is naked, you just gotta look at those muscles, wow. Like what not to like about this movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Proposal opens in cinemas 20 August 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://wdmpi-0.vo.llnwd.net/d1/proposalWidget/UK/index.swf"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://wdmpi-0.vo.llnwd.net/d1/proposalWidget/UK/index.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31619724-2707639245064708515?l=dastoryofmii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dastoryofmii.blogspot.com/feeds/2707639245064708515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31619724&amp;postID=2707639245064708515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31619724/posts/default/2707639245064708515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31619724/posts/default/2707639245064708515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dastoryofmii.blogspot.com/2009/08/7-more-days-and-proposal-will-be-coming.html' title=''/><author><name>MyStoRie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06522890790759088562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31619724.post-5547921615585170800</id><published>2009-08-12T10:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T10:37:22.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/A_4gQdQnYUg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/A_4gQdQnYUg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Their dance is awsome&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31619724-5547921615585170800?l=dastoryofmii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dastoryofmii.blogspot.com/feeds/5547921615585170800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31619724&amp;postID=5547921615585170800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31619724/posts/default/5547921615585170800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31619724/posts/default/5547921615585170800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dastoryofmii.blogspot.com/2009/08/their-dance-is-awsome.html' title=''/><author><name>MyStoRie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06522890790759088562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31619724.post-2606662896841968839</id><published>2009-08-11T16:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T17:04:45.084+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;THIS IS WAY OVER DUE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the pictures taken on dear enlistment date. He's enlisted for a month already, but my laptop crashed so there's nothing I can about the pictures. Better late than never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="P090709_10.10[01] by princess_bunny1202, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35990126@N02/3811143322/"&gt;&lt;img alt="P090709_10.10[01]" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3439/3811143322_b26bfed239.jpg" width="500" height="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's enlisted in tekong. The island is far way and ulu -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="P090709_10.09 by princess_bunny1202, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35990126@N02/3810326219/"&gt;&lt;img alt="P090709_10.09" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2527/3810326219_cc688cc1b8.jpg" width="500" height="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys and their family. We were on the ferry ride towards tekong. I'm still wondering how come all the chairs are covered with plastic bags...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="P090709_09.48[01] by princess_bunny1202, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35990126@N02/3811143174/"&gt;&lt;img alt="P090709_09.48[01]" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2641/3811143174_be40aa60da.jpg" width="500" height="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can tell that they are pretty excited with the new experiences coming up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="P090709_10.10[02] by princess_bunny1202, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35990126@N02/3810326357/"&gt;&lt;img alt="P090709_10.10[02]" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2607/3810326357_85fd165b31.jpg" width="500" height="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us. I tried to dress as casual as possible, but it turns out that all the gf dressed up pretty much. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="P090709_10.35 by princess_bunny1202, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35990126@N02/3810326419/"&gt;&lt;img alt="P090709_10.35" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2562/3810326419_7da68567ef.jpg" width="500" height="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least their place is clean, although some days they have to sleep with bugs in the jungle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="P090709_10.41[01] by princess_bunny1202, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35990126@N02/3810326473/"&gt;&lt;img alt="P090709_10.41[01]" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2502/3810326473_93b5aec421.jpg" width="500" height="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got air-con recreation room some more. Not bad not bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="P090709_11.49 by princess_bunny1202, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35990126@N02/3811143582/"&gt;&lt;img alt="P090709_11.49" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2443/3811143582_5e88f52d48.jpg" width="500" height="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we left. Someone doesn't look too happy here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="P100809_23.35 by princess_bunny1202, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35990126@N02/3810326621/"&gt;&lt;img alt="P100809_23.35" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3513/3810326621_94ef27b862.jpg" width="500" height="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday went to lee sia 21st birthday. The people there are mad as hell. It was wickedly fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="P100809_23.35[01] by princess_bunny1202, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35990126@N02/3810326701/"&gt;&lt;img alt="P100809_23.35[01]" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3525/3810326701_44e375f82f.jpg" width="500" height="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She loves her cake. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="P100809_23.38 by princess_bunny1202, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35990126@N02/3811143838/"&gt;&lt;img alt="P100809_23.38" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2527/3811143838_e58f6f53b8.jpg" width="500" height="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know the purpose of two cakes? One will land in your stomach, the other one IN YOUR FACE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="P100809_20.47 by princess_bunny1202, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35990126@N02/3810326847/"&gt;&lt;img alt="P100809_20.47" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2492/3810326847_45880de650.jpg" width="500" height="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chicken wings everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="P100809_20.43[01] by princess_bunny1202, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35990126@N02/3811144060/"&gt;&lt;img alt="P100809_20.43[01]" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3570/3811144060_efdd116607.jpg" width="500" height="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling hungry yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="P100809_20.43 by princess_bunny1202, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35990126@N02/3811144098/"&gt;&lt;img alt="P100809_20.43" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2660/3811144098_498f988581.jpg" width="500" height="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is the best chef. She made the best chicken wings I've ever ate so far, and the chilli sauce too. You just can't get enough. Just thinking about it is enough to make me drool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about all the pictures I've got so far. The rest of night was filled with screams and cakes flying everywhere. I'll try to get the pictures, I was busy running around looking for shelter from the icing(from the cake) rain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31619724-2606662896841968839?l=dastoryofmii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dastoryofmii.blogspot.com/feeds/2606662896841968839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31619724&amp;postID=2606662896841968839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31619724/posts/default/2606662896841968839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31619724/posts/default/2606662896841968839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dastoryofmii.blogspot.com/2009/08/this-is-way-over-due-some-of-pictures.html' title=''/><author><name>MyStoRie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06522890790759088562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://farm4.static.flickr.com/3439/3811143322_b26bfed239_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31619724.post-5776751842826831365</id><published>2009-08-09T12:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T13:05:01.191+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Qzu6Y7jhtqc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Qzu6Y7jhtqc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;this is ironic...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hoxfREbNMCI&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;feature=player_profilepage&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hoxfREbNMCI&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;feature=player_profilepage&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Don't forget to give your new friend a facebook invitation&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31619724-5776751842826831365?l=dastoryofmii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dastoryofmii.blogspot.com/feeds/5776751842826831365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31619724&amp;postID=5776751842826831365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31619724/posts/default/5776751842826831365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31619724/posts/default/5776751842826831365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dastoryofmii.blogspot.com/2009/08/this-is-ironic.html' title=''/><author><name>MyStoRie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06522890790759088562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31619724.post-4641372586910061434</id><published>2009-08-04T09:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T11:49:19.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Met up with my sweet angel last night after her work. Had dinner and listen her pour her heart out. Poor little girl. Someone just doesn't know how to treasure her, appreciate her and treat her right. That someone is just too childish.&lt;br /&gt;She is so funny, we have alot in common too. We never fail to make each other laugh. Hmmm. Just so relaxing being around her. I think she need someone better. She deserves alot better.&lt;br /&gt;Well, maybe I can be the one?&lt;br /&gt;Can I watch over an angel? Lol...&lt;br /&gt;This song totally describe what i'm feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hold on little girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Show me what he's done to you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Stand up little girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A broken heart can't be that bad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When it's through, it's through&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fate will twist the both of you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So come on baby come on over&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let me be the one to show you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm the one who wants to be with you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Deep inside I hope you feel it too&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Waited on a line of greens and blues&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just to be the next to be with you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Build up your confidence &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So you can be on top for once&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wake up who cares about&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Little boys that talk too much&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I seen it all go down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Your game of love was all rained out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So come on baby, come on over&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let me be the one to hold you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm the one who wants to be with you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Deep inside I hope you feel it too&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Waited on a line of greens and blues&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just to be the next to be with you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why be alone when we can be together baby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You can make my life worthwhile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I can make you start to smile[solo]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When it's through, it's through&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fate will twist the both of you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So come on baby come on over&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let me be the one to show you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm the one who wants to be with you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Deep inside I hope you feel it too&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Waited on a line of greens and blues&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just to be the next to be with you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm the one who wants to be with you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Deep inside I hope you feel it too&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Waited on a line of greens and blues&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just to be the next to be with you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just to be the next to be with you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31619724-4641372586910061434?l=dastoryofmii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dastoryofmii.blogspot.com/feeds/4641372586910061434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31619724&amp;postID=4641372586910061434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31619724/posts/default/4641372586910061434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31619724/posts/default/4641372586910061434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dastoryofmii.blogspot.com/2009/08/met-up-with-my-sweet-angel-last-night.html' title=''/><author><name>MyStoRie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06522890790759088562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31619724.post-5173218906773671991</id><published>2009-06-29T19:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T19:38:31.084+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've so many photo to upload but i got no space... View it on my facebook ba...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lJlX_p5lU6I/SkimhOfwYaI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/Ekgta1Q3P8w/s1600-h/DSCN1547.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352711246887018914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lJlX_p5lU6I/SkimhOfwYaI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/Ekgta1Q3P8w/s320/DSCN1547.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lJlX_p5lU6I/Skimg1TkHZI/AAAAAAAAAqI/nSYiE0jpjLE/s1600-h/DSCN1553.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352711240124997010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lJlX_p5lU6I/Skimg1TkHZI/AAAAAAAAAqI/nSYiE0jpjLE/s320/DSCN1553.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lJlX_p5lU6I/SkimgqM4BaI/AAAAAAAAAqA/ggqcy5fOWAk/s1600-h/DSCN1557.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352711237144151458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lJlX_p5lU6I/SkimgqM4BaI/AAAAAAAAAqA/ggqcy5fOWAk/s320/DSCN1557.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lJlX_p5lU6I/SkimgJuXUMI/AAAAAAAAAp4/AM412BIq3bU/s1600-h/DSCN1526.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352711228426244290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lJlX_p5lU6I/SkimgJuXUMI/AAAAAAAAAp4/AM412BIq3bU/s320/DSCN1526.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the boys getting facials and hairwash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some of the food that we ate...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lJlX_p5lU6I/Skikyd5-XcI/AAAAAAAAApo/SNalqQGPtNA/s1600-h/DSCN1517.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352709344058039746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lJlX_p5lU6I/Skikyd5-XcI/AAAAAAAAApo/SNalqQGPtNA/s320/DSCN1517.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lJlX_p5lU6I/SkikyJr_a6I/AAAAAAAAApg/GXso7FlMjCw/s1600-h/DSCN1428.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352709338630679458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lJlX_p5lU6I/SkikyJr_a6I/AAAAAAAAApg/GXso7FlMjCw/s320/DSCN1428.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lJlX_p5lU6I/Skikx_Qs7nI/AAAAAAAAApY/oCEU9SNby44/s1600-h/DSCN1420.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352709335831866994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lJlX_p5lU6I/Skikx_Qs7nI/AAAAAAAAApY/oCEU9SNby44/s320/DSCN1420.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lJlX_p5lU6I/SkikxQKxZbI/AAAAAAAAApQ/E4Fd7dtxvec/s1600-h/DSCN1418.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352709323190527410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lJlX_p5lU6I/SkikxQKxZbI/AAAAAAAAApQ/E4Fd7dtxvec/s320/DSCN1418.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lJlX_p5lU6I/SkikxHr3AwI/AAAAAAAAApI/-D1C92PvBVY/s1600-h/DSCN1415.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352709320913388290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lJlX_p5lU6I/SkikxHr3AwI/AAAAAAAAApI/-D1C92PvBVY/s320/DSCN1415.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31619724-5173218906773671991?l=dastoryofmii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dastoryofmii.blogspot.com/feeds/5173218906773671991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31619724&amp;postID=5173218906773671991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31619724/posts/default/5173218906773671991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31619724/posts/default/5173218906773671991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dastoryofmii.blogspot.com/2009/06/ive-so-many-photo-to-upload-but-i-got.html' title=''/><author><name>MyStoRie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06522890790759088562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_lJlX_p5lU6I/SkimhOfwYaI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/Ekgta1Q3P8w/s72-c/DSCN1547.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31619724.post-4815571832577432622</id><published>2009-06-10T12:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T08:27:45.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;VIETNAM TRIP DAY 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="DSCN1346 by princess_bunny1202, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35990126@N02/3612288797/"&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="DSCN1346" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2463/3612288797_c2a0ac2446.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In front of the budget terminal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="DSCN1348 by princess_bunny1202, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35990126@N02/3613106086/"&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="DSCN1348" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3406/3613106086_6bc4d8932e.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys with their daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="DSCN1349 by princess_bunny1202, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35990126@N02/3612292401/"&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="DSCN1349" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3407/3612292401_14f6baa23e.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Final check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="DSCN1355 by princess_bunny1202, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35990126@N02/3613114066/"&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="DSCN1355" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3358/3613114066_341672e0f1.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="DSCN1356 by princess_bunny1202, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35990126@N02/3613115260/"&gt;&lt;img height="500" alt="DSCN1356" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3344/3613115260_ae1bc802e4.jpg" width="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our together. I'm so excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="DSCN1359 by princess_bunny1202, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35990126@N02/3613119342/"&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="DSCN1359" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3628/3613119342_e3f25c46d8.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="DSCN1362 by princess_bunny1202, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35990126@N02/3613151462/"&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="DSCN1362" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3377/3613151462_b5b8b169a1.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotcha!! Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="DSCN1366 by princess_bunny1202, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35990126@N02/3612243519/"&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="DSCN1366" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3356/3612243519_52972b019e.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our flight!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="DSCN1368 by princess_bunny1202, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35990126@N02/3612340861/"&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="DSCN1368" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3661/3612340861_c353ddbd68.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="DSCN1353 by princess_bunny1202, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35990126@N02/3612297979/"&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="DSCN1353" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3591/3612297979_ace249fbef.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at the crazy queue..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="DSCN1370 by princess_bunny1202, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35990126@N02/3613158874/"&gt;&lt;img height="500" alt="DSCN1370" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3601/3613158874_236288f8f8.jpg" width="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More "Q"....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="DSCN1373 by princess_bunny1202, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35990126@N02/3613162916/"&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="DSCN1373" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3632/3613162916_50a84a4bf1.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our plane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="DSCN1376 by princess_bunny1202, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35990126@N02/3613166322/"&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="DSCN1376" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3345/3613166322_1f5068860a.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;up up up we go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35990126@N02/3612467069/" title="DSCN1385 by princess_bunny1202, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3352/3612467069_2139e50308.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="DSCN1385" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;inside the plane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35990126@N02/3612469709/" title="DSCN1388 by princess_bunny1202, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3297/3612469709_959439e42d.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="DSCN1388" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pretty!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35990126@N02/3613287060/" title="DSCN1389 by princess_bunny1202, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2454/3613287060_50c8f93374.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="DSCN1389" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;filling in the white cards... so troublesome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35990126@N02/3613291972/" title="DSCN1394 by princess_bunny1202, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2462/3613291972_167560ce85.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="DSCN1394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some sort of entertainment... it's effing boring...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35990126@N02/3613167700/" title="DSCN1377 by princess_bunny1202, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2484/3613167700_dc97f7211f.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="DSCN1377" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is what i do when i'm bored...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35990126@N02/3613170250/" title="DSCN1379 by princess_bunny1202, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3316/3613170250_e051c0347b.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="DSCN1379" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35990126@N02/3612465367/" title="DSCN1383 by princess_bunny1202, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3654/3612465367_295fa348e3.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="DSCN1383" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35990126@N02/3613115260/" title="DSCN1356 by princess_bunny1202, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3344/3613115260_ae1bc802e4.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="DSCN1356" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loves...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31619724-4815571832577432622?l=dastoryofmii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dastoryofmii.blogspot.com/feeds/4815571832577432622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31619724&amp;postID=4815571832577432622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;So long never update...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Roar...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;St james+arena on wed was fun...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;All my friends, lets meet up soon...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I miss you all too...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Going on a holiday on 29...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Can't wait for it...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31619724-485305179777425334?l=dastoryofmii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dastoryofmii.blogspot.com/feeds/485305179777425334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31619724&amp;postID=485305179777425334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31619724/posts/default/485305179777425334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31619724/posts/default/485305179777425334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dastoryofmii.blogspot.com/2009/05/so-long-never-update.html' title=''/><author><name>MyStoRie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06522890790759088562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31619724.post-4996715935432748640</id><published>2009-05-02T13:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T13:23:55.092+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Smoking is good for HELL. If you think you are the smoker, you are not. It is the cigarette that smokes. You are merely the &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sucker&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; at the end." =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31619724-4996715935432748640?l=dastoryofmii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dastoryofmii.blogspot.com/feeds/4996715935432748640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31619724&amp;postID=4996715935432748640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31619724/posts/default/4996715935432748640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31619724/posts/default/4996715935432748640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dastoryofmii.blogspot.com/2009/05/smoking-is-good-for-hell.html' title=''/><author><name>MyStoRie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06522890790759088562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31619724.post-4959712432775303158</id><published>2009-05-02T13:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T13:09:17.994+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;会唱情歌的人不一定懂的如何去爱 我们都会唱情歌 但我们都无法把爱说出口.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31619724-4959712432775303158?l=dastoryofmii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dastoryofmii.blogspot.com/feeds/4959712432775303158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31619724&amp;postID=4959712432775303158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31619724/posts/default/4959712432775303158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31619724/posts/default/4959712432775303158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dastoryofmii.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post_02.html' title=''/><author><name>MyStoRie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06522890790759088562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31619724.post-5982738403282493467</id><published>2009-05-01T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T23:54:48.169+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Does this describe me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You are flat out fun. You are the party girl who everyone wants to be around. You're fun, silly, and confident a great combination. You would never be caught dead in a pant suit, but a micro-mini? You bet. Low rise, torn up fashion jeans are your style, and dancing is what you're best at. Purse in one hand, a drink in the other; put both above your head and dance the night away. Tramp stamp? Yep "I got one, lemme see yours!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31619724-5982738403282493467?l=dastoryofmii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dastoryofmii.blogspot.com/feeds/5982738403282493467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31619724&amp;postID=5982738403282493467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31619724/posts/default/5982738403282493467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31619724/posts/default/5982738403282493467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dastoryofmii.blogspot.com/2009/05/does-this-describe-me-you-are-flat-out.html' title=''/><author><name>MyStoRie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06522890790759088562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31619724.post-4266893001732335388</id><published>2009-05-01T23:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T23:50:11.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="WIDTH: 300px"&gt;&lt;object height="110" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/5Dty92GsFP"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/5Dty92GsFP" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="PADDING-RIGHT: 1px; 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I used to make so may of these using photoshop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s84.photobucket.com/albums/k12/princess_bunny_01/?action=view&amp;amp;current=ourlurb.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i84.photobucket.com/albums/k12/princess_bunny_01/ourlurb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel like doing all these again, but my skill is so rusty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s84.photobucket.com/albums/k12/princess_bunny_01/?action=view&amp;amp;current=29052007.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i84.photobucket.com/albums/k12/princess_bunny_01/29052007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not like my skill was good then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="P11-02-09_19.54[01] by princess_bunny1202, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35990126@N02/3490897079/"&gt;&lt;img height="500" alt="P11-02-09_19.54[01]" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3322/3490897079_26624f1d39.jpg" width="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby... come back to me, I'm missing you already.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31619724-999565026074318429?l=dastoryofmii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dastoryofmii.blogspot.com/feeds/999565026074318429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31619724&amp;postID=999565026074318429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31619724/posts/default/999565026074318429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31619724/posts/default/999565026074318429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dastoryofmii.blogspot.com/2009/05/look-what-i-found.html' title=''/><author><name>MyStoRie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06522890790759088562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://farm4.static.flickr.com/3322/3490897079_26624f1d39_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31619724.post-1522592143838032103</id><published>2009-05-01T22:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T22:58:48.714+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Met up with my one only meimei.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She is going back to Denmark again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Last time I left her for England, now is her turn. Karma is a bitch.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="DSC00900 by princess_bunny1202, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35990126@N02/3491612430/"&gt;&lt;img height="500" alt="DSC00900" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3386/3491612430_cfe1dd6ca2.jpg" width="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is seriously the best picture of the lot, although I look hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="princess-0134 by princess_bunny1202, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35990126@N02/3490805703/"&gt;&lt;img height="500" alt="princess-0134" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3655/3490805703_1e2ba72caf.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is like Dec 2006, I didn't change much huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="tiff, me,wanhao by princess_bunny1202, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35990126@N02/3490797629/"&gt;&lt;img height="500" alt="tiff, me,wanhao" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3322/3490797629_a43cc4ae47.jpg" width="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiffany, me and wanhao. She kept insist that I stand in the middle, and that bastard wanhao kept calling her lao po, and people kept staring at me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="DSC00902 by princess_bunny1202, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35990126@N02/3491612606/"&gt;&lt;img height="500" alt="DSC00902" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3318/3491612606_065c13d0f0.jpg" width="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm eating and she still snapping away, HAPPILY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="P30-04-09_14.44 by princess_bunny1202, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35990126@N02/3491612884/"&gt;&lt;img height="500" alt="P30-04-09_14.44" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3372/3491612884_3958fd72b9.jpg" width="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were in the toilet for half an hour snapping away. After Wanhao just can't stop nagging. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanhao is kinda handsome, except he's sooooooooo zilian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="me by princess_bunny1202, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35990126@N02/3491612940/"&gt;&lt;img height="500" alt="me" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3632/3491612940_1865d9653f.jpg" width="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took this today. My hair needs a make over, my skin need some facial care, roar, I'm in a terrible state.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31619724-1522592143838032103?l=dastoryofmii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dastoryofmii.blogspot.com/feeds/1522592143838032103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31619724&amp;postID=1522592143838032103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31619724/posts/default/1522592143838032103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31619724/posts/default/1522592143838032103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dastoryofmii.blogspot.com/2009/05/met-up-with-my-one-only-meimei.html' title=''/><author><name>MyStoRie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06522890790759088562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://farm4.static.flickr.com/3386/3491612430_cfe1dd6ca2_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31619724.post-5876886436090609046</id><published>2009-04-29T17:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T18:00:04.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Another post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;OMG. I'm suppose to be studying for my exams instead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Watched 17again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;It was damn hilarious. Nothing like HSM. I've nothing against it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;It's kinda true, reflected on so many aspects of life, like marriage life, which I very much looking forward to. Making choices and sacrifices. Sex and love. Respecting yourself, and stuff like that. On the surface it may appear to be some typical stupid comedy, but if you really look into it, it has alot of meaningful message.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Hmmm.. So the time I taken off really worth it, I had gotten time to reflect on what I had been missing out, and what I should do in the next few years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;And come to think of it, I'm turning 20 next year!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;What have I achieved so far?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;A great boyfriend, not a perfect one, but at least he cares and love me truely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;A bunch of good friends, not those I can say there for me always, but they always try their best to do so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Alot of working experience, in both F&amp;amp;B and sale line.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Seen many places, and come across different kind of people, some really nice and some really nasty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;So overall, I can't say I achieved nothing at all, also can't say I gained alot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I'm not too sure what I'll face next, but I feel ready for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Lala... Off to work now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31619724-5876886436090609046?l=dastoryofmii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dastoryofmii.blogspot.com/feeds/5876886436090609046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31619724&amp;postID=5876886436090609046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31619724/posts/default/5876886436090609046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31619724/posts/default/5876886436090609046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dastoryofmii.blogspot.com/2009/04/another-post.html' title=''/><author><name>MyStoRie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06522890790759088562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31619724.post-8624509748687898796</id><published>2009-04-29T17:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T17:14:13.479+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Roar...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So many complaints for not updating my blog...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What have I been up to?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just started work two days ago...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Before that was just slacking around, catching up with old friends, and reading books.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Not working at Butter anymore make me so much more relaxed and peaceful.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Everything is going at a slower pace, more time to plan on other stuff, like keep fit and catch up on my study. And making new friends too.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nothing much interesting going on.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I wanna get my pay ASAP.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So dead broke.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31619724-8624509748687898796?l=dastoryofmii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dastoryofmii.blogspot.com/feeds/8624509748687898796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31619724&amp;postID=8624509748687898796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31619724/posts/default/8624509748687898796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31619724/posts/default/8624509748687898796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dastoryofmii.blogspot.com/2009/04/roar.html' title=''/><author><name>MyStoRie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06522890790759088562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31619724.post-1857981134538398006</id><published>2009-04-09T14:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T14:54:30.744+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a title="2627_80162401544_556126544_2070187_5607193_n by princess_bunny1202, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35990126@N02/3425284091/"&gt;&lt;img height="374" alt="2627_80162401544_556126544_2070187_5607193_n" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3378/3425284091_85dd944139.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My managements...&lt;br /&gt;They are fun loving right?&lt;br /&gt;I'm behind them....&lt;br /&gt;LoL...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="P4060571 by princess_bunny1202, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35990126@N02/3426093782/"&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="P4060571" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3549/3426093782_33abd9d7d5.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The managements are fun loving...&lt;br /&gt;So are we....&lt;br /&gt;Butter are all fun-loving people....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="P4060573 by princess_bunny1202, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35990126@N02/3426094650/"&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="P4060573" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3633/3426094650_2fcbef2909.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favourite picture...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="P4060568 by princess_bunny1202, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35990126@N02/3425286673/"&gt;&lt;img height="500" alt="P4060568" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3377/3425286673_0754ea59b4.jpg" width="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31619724-1857981134538398006?l=dastoryofmii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dastoryofmii.blogspot.com/feeds/1857981134538398006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31619724&amp;postID=1857981134538398006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31619724/posts/default/1857981134538398006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31619724/posts/default/1857981134538398006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dastoryofmii.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-managements.html' title=''/><author><name>MyStoRie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06522890790759088562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://farm4.static.flickr.com/3378/3425284091_85dd944139_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31619724.post-4886045145835409674</id><published>2009-04-08T13:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T13:34:59.222+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Amy, you deserves a break!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm..........&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how to describe what i'm feeling right now.&lt;br /&gt;Tired? Maybe...&lt;br /&gt;Worried? Yes...&lt;br /&gt;Depress? Sort of...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna run away and hide...&lt;br /&gt;I've so many problem to juggle right now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O LEVEL...&lt;br /&gt;Due to work, I've not been spending time studying at all...&lt;br /&gt;I've a very strong feeling that I'll fail or do very badly.&lt;br /&gt;But I can't quit yet, I've no money to survive that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WORK...&lt;br /&gt;I've been improving lately, my colleagues are very nice people, but the management is kinda scary...&lt;br /&gt;Like got pms...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY WEIGHT&lt;br /&gt;So many had been calling me fat lately....&lt;br /&gt;Feeling really depressed about it........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31619724-4886045145835409674?l=dastoryofmii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dastoryofmii.blogspot.com/feeds/4886045145835409674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31619724&amp;postID=4886045145835409674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31619724/posts/default/4886045145835409674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31619724/posts/default/4886045145835409674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dastoryofmii.blogspot.com/2009/04/amy-you-deserves-break-im.html' title=''/><author><name>MyStoRie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06522890790759088562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31619724.post-1038809174304875651</id><published>2009-04-06T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T21:55:32.672+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Recovering from a car accident.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31619724-1038809174304875651?l=dastoryofmii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dastoryofmii.blogspot.com/feeds/1038809174304875651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31619724&amp;postID=1038809174304875651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31619724/posts/default/1038809174304875651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31619724/posts/default/1038809174304875651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dastoryofmii.blogspot.com/2009/04/recovering-from-car-accident.html' title=''/><author><name>MyStoRie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06522890790759088562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31619724.post-4801588608956642197</id><published>2009-03-25T11:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T11:59:48.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WARNING!! ULTRA LONG POST.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What have I been doing?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Eat, sleep, work, slack, and PARTY.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I like the last part.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Starting operation tonight, feeling kinda nervous.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*let out a huge sign* Haiz........................&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pray for the best...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Feeling kinda sad too, won't have much time with BB...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just a few more months, once I've saved enough, I'll all the time in the world...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now let the pictures do the talking...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="DSC00327 by princess_bunny1202, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35990126@N02/3384199460/"&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="DSC00327" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3593/3384199460_45255509ef.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The three clowns, from the left we've dini, glenn and vernon. They were supposed to help us to take pictures, counted to three then they turned the camera around and snap themselves -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="DSC00325 by princess_bunny1202, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35990126@N02/3383407385/"&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="DSC00325" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3089/3383407385_03f9485526.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the floor staff, plus four cashiers, got one extra bartender, LoL, Ooopps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="DSC00328 by princess_bunny1202, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35990126@N02/3384220532/"&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="DSC00328" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3611/3384220532_5f788c0a1e.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="P120309_23.04 by princess_bunny1202, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35990126@N02/3383407945/"&gt;&lt;img height="500" alt="P120309_23.04" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3653/3383407945_d52ecee11e.jpg" width="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At artica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="P130309_22.58[01] by princess_bunny1202, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35990126@N02/3383423351/"&gt;&lt;img height="500" alt="P130309_22.58[01]" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3604/3383423351_0065e65f9a.jpg" width="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Rebel. Say hello to the big mama( her name is ekin). She's the most experiened among all of us..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="P130309_22.58 by princess_bunny1202, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35990126@N02/3384235736/"&gt;&lt;img height="500" alt="P130309_22.58" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3617/3384235736_84c88ea1ab.jpg" width="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say i got a horny face. WTF!!!??? I just have a little too much alcohol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="P130309_22.06 by princess_bunny1202, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35990126@N02/3384235690/"&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="P130309_22.06" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3577/3384235690_4da13ee84f.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna kill whoever took this picture, make me look so fat!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="P130309_23.26 by princess_bunny1202, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35990126@N02/3384235890/"&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="P130309_23.26" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3151/3384235890_47a1f157ff.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess who is he?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="P130309_23.33 by princess_bunny1202, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35990126@N02/3383423561/"&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="P130309_23.33" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3637/3383423561_4e2c7edf18.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's right. He's JJ Lin. *scream* P.S: he's so shy in person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="P130309_23.27 by princess_bunny1202, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35990126@N02/3384235928/"&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="P130309_23.27" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3460/3384235928_b2b19339b5.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This moron claims that they look alike.*i'm gonna get killed for this*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="P240309_18.33 by princess_bunny1202, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35990126@N02/3383423715/"&gt;&lt;img height="150" alt="P240309_18.33" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3593/3383423715_ecc8d5912e.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the moron's "art work".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="P240309_18.35 by princess_bunny1202, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35990126@N02/3383423879/"&gt;&lt;img height="150" alt="P240309_18.35" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3617/3383423879_63fde8405c.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My art work, she's nor, my clubbing partner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="P240309_18.34 by princess_bunny1202, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35990126@N02/3384236508/"&gt;&lt;img height="150" alt="P240309_18.34" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3462/3384236508_7111dd1e76.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Used to have a crush on him, but now no more... Haha... believe it or not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="P130309_18.01 by princess_bunny1202, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35990126@N02/3383423231/"&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="P130309_18.01" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3560/3383423231_0c586e1627.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pure fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="P130309_17.33[01] by princess_bunny1202, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35990126@N02/3383408061/"&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="P130309_17.33[01]" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3625/3383408061_a868560c06.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chilling out beside the merlion. They say lightning won't struck the same place twice right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="P130309_17.33 by princess_bunny1202, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35990126@N02/3383407993/"&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="P130309_17.33" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3618/3383407993_e3acbe5472.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Candid&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31619724-4801588608956642197?l=dastoryofmii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dastoryofmii.blogspot.com/feeds/4801588608956642197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31619724&amp;postID=4801588608956642197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>Wow..&lt;br /&gt;My blog is rotting away...&lt;br /&gt;Haiz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much going on actually, work and school, same old routines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just that some friends are changing, that is so sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought people say, when you make a wish upon a star, it'll come true.&lt;br /&gt;All I asked for is everything that I've remain the same, is it too much to ask for?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31619724-294279033766095381?l=dastoryofmii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dastoryofmii.blogspot.com/feeds/294279033766095381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31619724&amp;postID=294279033766095381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31619724/posts/default/294279033766095381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31619724/posts/default/294279033766095381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dastoryofmii.blogspot.com/2009/03/wow.html' title=''/><author><name>MyStoRie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06522890790759088562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31619724.post-2143700684223827842</id><published>2009-02-26T00:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T00:29:25.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A quick post before I hit the sack, and escape to la la land.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Had been going for training at the new butter factory, love the lay out there, especially the wallpaper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Got lots of cute cartoon drawings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1st day of training was god damn boring, talks and talks, and more talks, most of them are common sense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2nd day, which is yesterday, was much better, got to know more people, the talk was more fun too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;They taught us how to recognise different glass, and its name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And also shared some jokes too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hate the fact that I'm always the only pink one around, most of them dressed in black.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And mostly are malays, and I'm the only girly chinese around, that kinda sucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Not that I've a problem with the rest of the people, just that if there were somebody who is more or less like me would be better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jodi and Yunnie, come butter factory join me lei, so I won't be so lonely and left out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31619724-2143700684223827842?l=dastoryofmii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dastoryofmii.blogspot.com/feeds/2143700684223827842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31619724&amp;postID=2143700684223827842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31619724/posts/default/2143700684223827842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31619724/posts/default/2143700684223827842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dastoryofmii.blogspot.com/2009/02/quick-post-before-i-hit-sack-and-escape.html' title=''/><author><name>MyStoRie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06522890790759088562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31619724.post-6808742142860754391</id><published>2009-02-19T19:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T19:44:42.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Started school...&lt;br /&gt;My schedule is like 5.30 get up prepare for school, 7.30 class start, till 12.30, 2pm start work till 10pm, reach home at about 11, go to bed at 12...&lt;br /&gt;Crazy schedule isn't it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="P140209_15.12 copy by Miss MeiMei, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/31355263@N02/3292777176/"&gt;&lt;img height="500" alt="P140209_15.12 copy" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3359/3292777176_371d252185.jpg" width="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you see from my face that I need some sleep badly?&lt;br /&gt;Hope the end result of it will worth all the sacrifice...&lt;br /&gt;I don't have time for my baby boy, no time for my girls...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="P18-02-09_09.36 by Miss MeiMei, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/31355263@N02/3291959519/"&gt;&lt;img height="500" alt="P18-02-09_09.36" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3357/3291959519_af8f6c2347.jpg" width="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk about baby, he gave me tis for V-day.&lt;br /&gt;How lovely!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="P150209_11.08[01] by Miss MeiMei, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/31355263@N02/3291959589/"&gt;&lt;img height="500" alt="P150209_11.08[01]" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3573/3291959589_41c94890e4.jpg" width="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accidentally bite my lip...&lt;br /&gt;T.T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31619724-6808742142860754391?l=dastoryofmii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dastoryofmii.blogspot.com/feeds/6808742142860754391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31619724.post-5573785561003296220</id><published>2009-02-19T12:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T12:21:58.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="WIDTH: 300px"&gt;&lt;object height="110" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/U1BGg5Iv6F/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/U1BGg5Iv6F/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="PADDING-RIGHT: 1px; PADDING-LEFT: 1px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 1px; PADDING-TOP: 1px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #e6e6e6"&gt;&lt;div style="PADDING-RIGHT: 4px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; FLOAT: left; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 4px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/E6E6E6/" border="0" 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src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/155/10/U1BGg5Iv6F/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/desx/music/nPFdY6JC/katy_perry_thinking_of_you/"&gt;Thinking of You - Katy Perry&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Comparisons are easily done&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Once you've had a taste of perfection&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Like an apple hanging from a tree&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I picked the ripest one&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I still got the seed&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You said move on &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Where do I go&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I guess second best&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Is all I will know&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cause when I'm with him&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am thinking of you&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thinking of you &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What you would do if&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You were the one &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Who was spending the night&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh I wish that &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I Was looking into your eyes&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You're like an Indian summer&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In the middle of winter&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Like a hard candy With a surprise center&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;How do I get better&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Once I've had the best&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You said there'sTons of fish in the water&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So the waters I will test&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He kissed my lips&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I taste your mouth&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He pulled me in &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was disgusted with myself&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cause when I'm with him&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am thinking of you&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thinking of you &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What you would do if&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You were the one &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Who was spending the night&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh I wish that I&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Was looking into...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You're the best&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And yes I do regret&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;How I could let myself&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Let you go&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now the lesson's learned&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I touched it I was burned&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh I think you should know&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cause when I'm with him&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am thinking of you&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thinking of you &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What you would do if&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You were the one &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Who was spending the night&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh I wish that I&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Was looking into your eyes&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Looking into your eyes &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Looking into your eyes&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh won't you walk through &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And bust in the door &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And take me away&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh no more mistakes&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cause in your eyes &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'd like to stay...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31619724-5573785561003296220?l=dastoryofmii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31619724.post-561202221159811216</id><published>2009-02-12T21:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T22:28:14.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="P120209_13.10[02] by Miss MeiMei, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/31355263@N02/3273642199/"&gt;&lt;img height="500" alt="P120209_13.10[02]" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3495/3273642199_1024cf4453.jpg" width="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My present from Jodi.&lt;br /&gt;Jodi, Heng Sheng, Jia Xiang Jia Hao, Haiyun, baby and me went to Bugis for steamboat.&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to Clementi for a K-box session, Haiyun went home 1st though.&lt;br /&gt;Hanged out till about 3 plus, they sang me a happy birthday song with a really weird&lt;br /&gt;MV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="P120209_14.18[01] by Miss MeiMei, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/31355263@N02/3273642161/"&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="P120209_14.18[01]" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3308/3273642161_c3c1464a0d.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one is from Joleen and Cherie.&lt;br /&gt;They treated me to sakea sushi lunch, it had been ages since I last seen them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="P110209_19.26[01] by Miss MeiMei, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/31355263@N02/3274460758/"&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="P110209_19.26[01]" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3396/3274460758_84f5e0192c.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early Valentine Day celebration.&lt;br /&gt;It's an ice-cream cake, it was so frozen we had difficulty cutting it, but it tasted fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="P110209_19.27[01] by Miss MeiMei, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/31355263@N02/3274460806/"&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="P110209_19.27[01]" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3404/3274460806_b70807d024.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="P12-02-09_13.11[01] by Miss MeiMei, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/31355263@N02/3274460830/"&gt;&lt;img height="500" alt="P12-02-09_13.11[01]" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3345/3274460830_24c09446da.jpg" width="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy and contented with where I'm and all that I have now.&lt;br /&gt;Please don't take anything anyway, or change anything.&lt;br /&gt;Amy is a happy girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="P12-02-09_13.12[02] by Miss MeiMei, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/31355263@N02/3273642433/"&gt;&lt;img height="500" alt="P12-02-09_13.12[02]" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3403/3273642433_de5745ea91.jpg" width="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>MyStoRie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06522890790759088562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://farm4.static.flickr.com/3495/3273642199_1024cf4453_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31619724.post-6592309667613915441</id><published>2009-01-08T23:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T00:01:18.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Met up with Huimin, went to Singapore Poly and Ngee Ann Poly together.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Singapore Poly was kinda boring, the campus is so small and old.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Whereas Ngee Ann Poly really impressed me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The campus was HUGE, with 5 canteens. 0.O&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The ambassadors were very energetic and friendly, they showed us around the campus in shuttle bus, that sounds alone already kinda ridiculous.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Whatever you say, I still prefer Ngee Ann.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Next week will going to Lasselle.(don't know how to spell)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then headed to town, Huimin treat me to Seoul Garden!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thanks babe.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think I'll have a lonh wish list for this year birthday.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Most of them will be coming from Sephora, it's at Takashimaya. =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Came across the "Hooking Up With Tila Tequila", it's definitely on my wish list.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Although, she appear to be quite a slut, she inspired me alot on being just yourself.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Her writing was kinda hilarious.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Seriously, the world would be a much easier place to live in if you can just tune out what people say about you, and follow your heart.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is taken from Stephenie Meyer's book: "If I'm going to hell, I may as well enjoy the journey."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31619724-6592309667613915441?l=dastoryofmii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dastoryofmii.blogspot.com/feeds/6592309667613915441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31619724&amp;postID=6592309667613915441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31619724/posts/default/6592309667613915441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31619724/posts/default/6592309667613915441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dastoryofmii.blogspot.com/2009/01/met-up-with-huimin-went-to-singapore.html' title=''/><author><name>MyStoRie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06522890790759088562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31619724.post-8623766844727670129</id><published>2009-01-04T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T23:37:30.092+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm feeling so many different emotions right now.&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know what to write about.&lt;br /&gt;There are tons of things I wanna do, need to do, should be doing in 2009.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not ready....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31619724-8623766844727670129?l=dastoryofmii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31619724.post-1458741975669386877</id><published>2008-12-30T22:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T22:55:44.067+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So long never blog liao...&lt;br /&gt;Work is burning me out so bad recently...&lt;br /&gt;So many problems...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="P17-12-08_12.15[02] by Miss MeiMei, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/31355263@N02/3150002515/"&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="P17-12-08_12.15[02]" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3121/3150002515_ccfbd490b9.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eyebag all come out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="P281208_13.23[03] by Miss MeiMei, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/31355263@N02/3150835488/"&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="P281208_13.23[03]" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3205/3150835488_f06cd6659e.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being silly at work... Boredom can really drive people crazy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="P281208_13.21[01] by Miss MeiMei, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/31355263@N02/3150835556/"&gt;&lt;img height="500" alt="P281208_13.21[01]" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3290/3150835556_a6dc767b73.jpg" width="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who do you think will make better teacher?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think should be me...&lt;br /&gt;Cause SOMEBODY say me fierce!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="P251208_00.47[01] by Miss MeiMei, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/31355263@N02/3150002717/"&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="P251208_00.47[01]" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3249/3150002717_dc216cd928.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, christmas at orchard was super fun and unique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="P241208_23.41 by Miss MeiMei, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/31355263@N02/3150002757/"&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="P241208_23.41" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3111/3150002757_a867846e54.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First time spending it with colleagues, and there were only three people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="P251208_00.39 by Miss MeiMei, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/31355263@N02/3150002783/"&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="P251208_00.39" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3205/3150002783_85d84288d9.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were attacked mercilessly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="P251208_00.37 by Miss MeiMei, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/31355263@N02/3150835808/"&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="P251208_00.37" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3220/3150835808_a7bcd77978.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really hope she had fun, it's hard to live alone without family and friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="P241208_23.43[01] by Miss MeiMei, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/31355263@N02/3150835862/"&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="P241208_23.43[01]" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3265/3150835862_08bdfc6f65.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't stop laughing wheneverI look at this, look at jodi's face!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Innocent+shock+stunned+blur!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took neoprint too.&lt;br /&gt;So long never done that, will upload ASAP.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31619724-1458741975669386877?l=dastoryofmii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dastoryofmii.blogspot.com/feeds/1458741975669386877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31619724&amp;postID=1458741975669386877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31619724/posts/default/1458741975669386877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31619724/posts/default/1458741975669386877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dastoryofmii.blogspot.com/2008/12/so-long-never-blog-liao.html' title=''/><author><name>MyStoRie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06522890790759088562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://farm4.static.flickr.com/3121/3150002515_ccfbd490b9_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31619724.post-1584942883899467369</id><published>2008-12-09T10:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T11:12:11.252+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;TEN HOW’S:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;1. How did you get one of your scars?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The two below my chin are from falling down the stairs and stabbed some broken glass, one on my left index finger is the result of my first time trying to cook, near my left elbow is burnt by Mcchicken basket, on my wrist is the newest addition, Baby scratched me  -__-;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;2. How did you celebrate your last birthday?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Celebrated it with baby's family, thanks auntie uncle, chong chong and da da. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;3. How are you feeling at this moment?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Thirsty, gotta wait for missy Jodi to come then can buy drinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;4. How did your night go last night?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Nice, the weather was chilling, slept without dreams.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;5. How did you do in high school?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;There's no high school in singapore&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;6. How did you get the shirt you’re wearing?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Catchybag shirt... LOL&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;7. How much money did you spend last month?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;1k+......... My salary is only1k+ lei........&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;8. How old do you want to be when you get married?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;As soon as possible, I don't want too much age gap between me and my children&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;9. How old will you be at your next birthday?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;19, one more yr and i'll be 20, old......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;10. How do you spell your name?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Amy?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;9 WHATS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;1. What is your mother’s name?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Don't tell you&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;2. What did you do last weekend?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Worked and worked.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;3. What is the most important part of your life?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Baby, family, friends, happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;4. What would you rather be doing?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Chill out at Sentosa&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;5. What did you last cry over?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I don't remeber&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;6. What always makes you feel better when you’re upset?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Cry, comfort food, my girls, jokes, and comedy&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;7. What’s the most important thing you look for in a significant other?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;He gotta know what he wants for the future, and I've to be in it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;8. What are you worried about?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Something I wouldn’t tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;9. What did you have for breakfast?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Handmade bread by love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;EIGHT HAVE YOU’S:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;1. Have you ever liked someone who had a girlfriend/boyfriend?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Yupp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;2. Have you ever had your heart broken?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;duh, don’t be stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;3. Have you ever done something outrageously dumb?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Sometimes. (i tend to do it intentionally)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;4. Have you ever been back-stabbed by a friend?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;backstabbed yes, but i cannot say friend because I don’t see that person as my friend anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;5. Have you ever had sex on the beach?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Ya, with Jonathan, Yunnie, and my mummy. Wait, you mean the drink right?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;6. Have you ever dated someone younger than you?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Once.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;7. Have you ever read an entire book in one day?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Yep, new moon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;8. Have you ever sang in the shower?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Nope, I dance&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;SEVEN​ WHO’S​:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;​1. Who was the last person you saw?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The fish spa auntie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;2.Who was the last person you texted?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;3. Who was the last person you hung out with?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Tagger, he was at my shop yesterday, is that considered hanging out?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;4. Who was the last person to call you?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Jodi&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;5.Who did you last hug?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Love.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;6. Who was the last person you said “I love you” to?♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;7. Who made you smile today?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Not yet, cause it's early in the morning.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;SIX WHERE’S:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;1. Where does your best friend live?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Bishan.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;2. Where do you go to school?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Bishan&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;3. Where is your favorite place to be?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;In a hot tub.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;4. Where did you sleep last night?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Baby's bed, he has to sleep on the floor.... Wahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;5. Where did you first kiss your boyfriend?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;He said on the forehead&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;6. Where’s your cellphone right now?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Next to me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;FIVE DO’S/​DOES:&lt;br /&gt;​&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;1. Do you like someone right now?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;YES!!! Robert Pattinson&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;2. Do you think anyone likes/loves you?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;My ♥?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;3. Do you know all your friends’ birthdays?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;er… somewhere there. I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;4. Do you ever wish you were someone else?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I wanna be Heidi Montag, successfl, and happily married, most inportantly, SHE"S HOT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;5. Does the future scare you?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;FOUR WHY’S:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;1. Why did you get a friendster?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Friend recommended?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;2. Why did your parents give you the name you have?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I also don't know.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;3. Why are you doing this survey?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Cos I'm bored&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;4. Why are you crying?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;cos I am emotional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;THREE IF’S:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;1. If you could have one super power what would it be?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The ability to see the future or read some's mind, then I don't hab to keep saying, wish I could have seen hat coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;2. If you could go back in time and change one thing, would you?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;3. If you were stranded on a deserted island and could bring one thing, what would you bring?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;My electronic cooker.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;TWO WOULD-YOU-EVER’S:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;1. Would you ever get back together with any of your ex’s?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Nope. One chance is all he gets.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;2. Would you ever shave your head to save someone you love?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;For my mummy's health, or daddy? Yes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;ONE LAST QUESTION:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;1. Are you happy with your life right now?&lt;br /&gt;Almost there.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31619724-1584942883899467369?l=dastoryofmii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dastoryofmii.blogspot.com/feeds/1584942883899467369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31619724&amp;postID=1584942883899467369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31619724/posts/default/1584942883899467369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31619724/posts/default/1584942883899467369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dastoryofmii.blogspot.com/2008/12/ten-hows-1.html' title=''/><author><name>MyStoRie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06522890790759088562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31619724.post-2897748327318493269</id><published>2008-12-07T23:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T23:36:27.968+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a title="P04-12-08_10.56 by Miss MeiMei, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/31355263@N02/3088950621/"&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="P04-12-08_10.56" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3012/3088950621_b6fc55be0a.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had been so busy lately, work and my own business, small tiny one..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="P04-12-08_10.53[03] copy by Miss MeiMei, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/31355263@N02/3088950755/"&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="P04-12-08_10.53[03] copy" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3261/3088950755_f41f015011.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I look serious enough?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna specially thank huimin for helping me to set up the spree lay out, the icon, and recommendations..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you, girl....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm selling contact lenses by the way, contact me if you are interested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="P04-12-08_10.56[01] by Miss MeiMei, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/31355263@N02/3088950901/"&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="P04-12-08_10.56[01]" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3194/3088950901_98cbb1e430.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what you are up to recently, up or down, good or bad, it's good to smile...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may not be miss universe, but you are still beautiful some how, you are one in the million, no1 is same with you, so love yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, that's how I live my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="P04-12-08_10.55[02] by Miss MeiMei, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/31355263@N02/3088951059/"&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="P04-12-08_10.55[02]" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3166/3088951059_09b285a71c.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accidental shots can be pretty candid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31619724-2897748327318493269?l=dastoryofmii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dastoryofmii.blogspot.com/feeds/2897748327318493269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31619724.post-8442741109810214667</id><published>2008-12-02T21:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T21:43:35.251+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Being tagged by Huimin&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;FACT #1&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love the colour pink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;FACT #2&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I used to be very tomboy when I was young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;FACT #3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am funny and witty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;FACT #4&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My favourite celeb is me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;FACT #5&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I hate it when people lie to me, or pretend something they are not in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;FACT #6&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When I grow up, I wanna be famous, I wanna be a star, I wanna be in movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;FACT #7&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sometimes I can be so emo that I cry myself to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;FACT #8&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cause I hate to show people that I'm weak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;FACT #9&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am right handed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;FACT #10&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cockroach is god worst creation.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31619724-8442741109810214667?l=dastoryofmii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dastoryofmii.blogspot.com/feeds/8442741109810214667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31619724&amp;postID=8442741109810214667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31619724/posts/default/8442741109810214667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31619724-278946007885738827?l=dastoryofmii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dastoryofmii.blogspot.com/feeds/278946007885738827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31619724&amp;postID=278946007885738827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31619724/posts/default/278946007885738827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31619724/posts/default/278946007885738827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dastoryofmii.blogspot.com/2008/12/went-to-watch-biverly-hills-chihuahua.html' title=''/><author><name>MyStoRie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06522890790759088562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31619724.post-6967188389173740372</id><published>2008-11-30T20:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T20:11:54.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/mlc5K799ne"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/mlc5K799ne" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/people/anxZB2/music/Zx8UNrvf/pink_dont_let_me_get_me/"&gt;Dont Let Me Get Me - Pink&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Don't Let Me Get Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Never win first place, I don't support the team&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I can't take direction, and my socks are never clean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Teachers dated me, my parents hated me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I was always in a fight cuz I can't do nothin'right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Everyday I fight a war against the mirror&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I can't take the person starin' back at me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm a hazard to myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Don't let me get me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm my own worst enemy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Its bad when you annoy yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So irritating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Don't wanna be my friend no moreI wanna be somebody else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I wanna be somebody else, yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LA told me, "You'll be a pop star,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;All you have to change is everything you are."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tired of being compared to damn Britney Spears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;She's so pretty, that just ain't me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Doctor, doctor won't you please prescribe somethin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A day in the life of someone else?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cuz I'm a hazard to myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Don't let me get me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm my own worst enemy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Its bad when you annoy yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So irritating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Don't wanna be my friend no moreI wanna be somebody else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Don't let me get me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm my own worst enemy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Its bad when you annoy yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So irritating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Don't wanna be my friend no more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I wanna be somebody else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Doctor, doctor won't you please prescribes omethin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A day in the life of someone else?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Don't let me get me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Don't let me get me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm my own worst enemy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Its bad when you annoy yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So irritating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Don't wanna be my friend no more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I wanna be somebody else&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31619724-6967188389173740372?l=dastoryofmii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dastoryofmii.blogspot.com/feeds/6967188389173740372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31619724&amp;postID=6967188389173740372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31619724/posts/default/6967188389173740372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31619724/posts/default/6967188389173740372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dastoryofmii.blogspot.com/2008/11/dont-let-me-get-me-pink-dont-let-me-get.html' title=''/><author><name>MyStoRie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06522890790759088562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31619724.post-4623444104887980450</id><published>2008-11-27T21:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T22:04:33.911+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AQUARIUS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Sweetheart Optimistic and honest. Sweet personality. Very independent. Inventive and intelligent. Friendly and loyal. Can seem unemotional. Can be a bit rebellious. Very stubborn, but original and unique Attractive on the inside and out. Eccentric personality.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31619724-4623444104887980450?l=dastoryofmii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dastoryofmii.blogspot.com/feeds/4623444104887980450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31619724&amp;postID=4623444104887980450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31619724/posts/default/4623444104887980450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31619724/posts/default/4623444104887980450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dastoryofmii.blogspot.com/2008/11/aquarius-sweetheart-optimistic-and.html' title=''/><author><name>MyStoRie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06522890790759088562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31619724.post-4374222852431558343</id><published>2008-11-26T19:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T21:26:45.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally done with choosing my blogskins...&lt;br /&gt;Hope ya guys like it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many stuff to blog about...&lt;br /&gt;First of all, MY HAIR.&lt;br /&gt;I made some really stupid mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="image_0001copy by Miss MeiMei, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/31355263@N02/3061273446/"&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="image_0001copy" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3271/3061273446_de624e96ec.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cut my bangs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear I told the hairdresser what I wanted, but this is not what I wanted, don't really know how to explain it here...&lt;br /&gt;Just my hair really sucks...&lt;br /&gt;To make thing worse, my boy keep making fun of my hair...&lt;br /&gt;ROAR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="P25-11-08_10.12 by Miss MeiMei, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/31355263@N02/3061273482/"&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="P25-11-08_10.12" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3144/3061273482_7616da73e8.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been really grumpy these days...&lt;br /&gt;I also don't know why, maybe due to bad hair days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="P251108_19.42 by Miss MeiMei, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/31355263@N02/3061273638/"&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="P251108_19.42" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3213/3061273638_4520c7762b.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met with huimin and yilin yesterday, ate at NYDC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="P251108_19.58 by Miss MeiMei, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/31355263@N02/3060437235/"&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="P251108_19.58" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3247/3060437235_c974e21777.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had grandma goes nuts, seriously! mudpie, I remember veryclearly that I ordered cookie monster mudpie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="DSC01328 by Miss MeiMei, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/31355263@N02/3061272892/"&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="DSC01328" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3166/3061272892_918efb06b7.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had fun taking random pictures...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="DSC01322 by Miss MeiMei, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/31355263@N02/3061272840/"&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="DSC01322" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3186/3061272840_fc15f274fc.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="P25-11-08_20.24[01] by Miss MeiMei, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/31355263@N02/3061273534/"&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="P25-11-08_20.24[01]" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3165/3061273534_b2dde99fd7.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="(00)DSC01334 by Miss MeiMei, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/31355263@N02/3061272712/"&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="(00)DSC01334" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3200/3061272712_e932d1229a.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="DSC01321 by Miss MeiMei, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/31355263@N02/3060436293/"&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="DSC01321" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3158/3060436293_3339822018.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you had noticed, huimin is playing wih phone,&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;I used her phone to her picture...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="DSC01467 by Miss MeiMei, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/31355263@N02/3061273412/"&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="DSC01467" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3163/3061273412_300ca8c97a.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yilin zi lian-ing with my phone, she actually use this as my phone display pic, freak the hell out of me at first...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="warp(4) by Miss MeiMei, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/31355263@N02/3060436969/"&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="warp(4)" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3044/3060436969_a5820cf6bf.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Candid right? Haha... I can't stop laughing looking at this.... &gt;.&lt; &lt;a title="P251108_19.36 by Miss MeiMei, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/31355263@N02/3061273696/"&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="P251108_19.36" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3172/3061273696_1b2167ec49.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I want this for christmas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="P241108_15.56 by Miss MeiMei, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/31355263@N02/3061273938/"&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="P241108_15.56" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3272/3061273938_c28282a916.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this also....  =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31619724-4374222852431558343?l=dastoryofmii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3271/3061273446_de624e96ec_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31619724.post-6337059892393084968</id><published>2008-11-20T21:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T21:48:27.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know my blogskin is kinda screwd up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just make do with this for awhile...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying my best to design my own skins...(sounds wrong)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dum dee dum....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31619724-6337059892393084968?l=dastoryofmii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dastoryofmii.blogspot.com/feeds/6337059892393084968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31619724&amp;postID=6337059892393084968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31619724/posts/default/6337059892393084968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31619724/posts/default/6337059892393084968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dastoryofmii.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-know-my-blogskin-is-kinda-screwd-up.html' title=''/><author><name>MyStoRie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06522890790759088562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31619724.post-553787727138073291</id><published>2008-11-19T22:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T22:30:00.568+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000" size="5"&gt;My blog is saved!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31619724-553787727138073291?l=dastoryofmii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dastoryofmii.blogspot.com/feeds/553787727138073291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31619724&amp;postID=553787727138073291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31619724/posts/default/553787727138073291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31619724/posts/default/553787727138073291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dastoryofmii.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-blog-is-saved.html' title=''/><author><name>MyStoRie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06522890790759088562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31619724.post-5757895553198722322</id><published>2008-11-13T22:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T00:18:02.925+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;MY LUCK IS SO ROTTEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was followed by the same molester twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks ago, when I was walking home from the MRT station.&lt;br /&gt;I caught a glimpse of this guy, suddenly I felt uneasy.&lt;br /&gt;I thought to myself, maybe because he is not handsome.&lt;br /&gt;Instinctual reaction, I turn to look around me if it was safe to walk alone.&lt;br /&gt;And i saw alot of people coming towards our direction so I thought it was perfectly fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After walking happily for awhile, I started to realise, I was totally alone, and someone is behind me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Automatically, I turned off my music, my heart was throbbing so fast that I thought I could tear through my chest.&lt;br /&gt;I was a few steps from home so darted forwards, lucky I didn't take the lift that fellow followed me all the way to my house.&lt;br /&gt;While I was rushing up the stairs, he crossed my path and touched my butt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was totally dumb struck!&lt;br /&gt;Then he ran all the way up to some where in the middle of 4th and 5th level waited there, I opened my house door, his eyes almost popped from their sockets.&lt;br /&gt;He's stupid or what, or maybe it was me, anyway he ran away after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so regretted that I didn't give him a good kick in his balls, spit at him, curse his whole family, then snap a picture of him, then post everywhere on the Internet, or just send it to xiaxue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the incident, baby came fetch me from the bus stop everyday, love you to bits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a long while, nothing bad ever happened again, so we let down our guard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was walking home from the MRT sttation again.&lt;br /&gt;Then my eyes caught him standing at the exact same corner again.&lt;br /&gt;Every single cells in my brain screamed to me "IT"S HIM".&lt;br /&gt;I started to have a panic attack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grabbed my fone and dialed my knight's number.&lt;br /&gt;He came running, not in his shiny armor, in black shirt and jeans actually.&lt;br /&gt;The molester made it so obvious that he was following me.&lt;br /&gt;I crossed the traffic lights thrice, he followed suit.&lt;br /&gt;Everything that he does spells stupid to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended up stalking him, lets him have a taste of his own medicines.&lt;br /&gt;It was fun, and nerves wrecking at the same time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31619724-5757895553198722322?l=dastoryofmii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dastoryofmii.blogspot.com/feeds/5757895553198722322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31619724&amp;postID=5757895553198722322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31619724/posts/default/5757895553198722322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31619724/posts/default/5757895553198722322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dastoryofmii.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-luck-is-so-rotten-i-was-followed-by.html' title=''/><author><name>MyStoRie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06522890790759088562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31619724.post-7500437142314401079</id><published>2008-11-12T20:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T20:43:31.214+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'M HOOKED TO PET SOCIETY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so hooked up with pet society that I can spend one whole day playing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is the reason why I'm so lazy to update my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much going on, except for the fun gathering, not gonna call it the farewell party, sounds so sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="P081108_00.21 by Miss MeiMei, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/31355263@N02/3015863710/"&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="P081108_00.21" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3190/3015863710_c3ff241ca0.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(From left to right) Me, Shiya, Haiyun, Melissa, Jodi, Yunnie, Jonathan and Wanwan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="P081108_00.19 by Miss MeiMei, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/31355263@N02/3015030383/"&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="P081108_00.19" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3213/3015030383_c84c952ed9.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I prefer this pic, cos everyone is smiling so cheerfully, but people say I got other reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="P081108_01.31[1] by Miss MeiMei, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/31355263@N02/3015030919/"&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="P081108_01.31[1]" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3025/3015030919_a795ddc47b.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(From the right) Sponge Bod Square Pant *rofl*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="lol by Miss MeiMei, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/31355263@N02/3015864372/"&gt;&lt;img height="500" alt="lol" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3168/3015864372_4b0e7ed6b1.jpg" width="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Shiya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="P081108_01.32 by Miss MeiMei, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/31355263@N02/3015864128/"&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="P081108_01.32" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3175/3015864128_7bb61d5a40.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiyun and me!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31619724-7500437142314401079?l=dastoryofmii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dastoryofmii.blogspot.com/feeds/7500437142314401079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31619724&amp;postID=7500437142314401079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31619724/posts/default/7500437142314401079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31619724/posts/default/7500437142314401079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dastoryofmii.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-hooked-to-pet-society-im-so-hooked.html' title=''/><author><name>MyStoRie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06522890790759088562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://farm4.static.flickr.com/3190/3015863710_c3ff241ca0_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31619724.post-6666449690719747878</id><published>2008-11-06T23:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T23:26:26.042+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It has been so long since I last updated my blog....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Busy, busy, busy...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow will be Jon's farewell party....&lt;br /&gt;Sort of missig him already....&lt;br /&gt;He's just like a big brother that I never had....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope can still stay in touch lor...&lt;br /&gt;Best is he comes back to Catchybag...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; *hint,hint*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'M SO LATE WITH ALL THE PICTURES AND POSTING&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Had a surprise party for Haiyun, our latest addition to the Catchybag family...&lt;br /&gt;I sort of understand how it feels like to be away from your family, the place where you grew up...&lt;br /&gt;It's not easy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="P271008_16.38 by Miss MeiMei, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/31355263@N02/3008271506/"&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="P271008_16.38" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3135/3008271506_8fecc1de0b.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;The birthday girl all happy and smiling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="P271008_16.38[01] by Miss MeiMei, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/31355263@N02/3008271580/"&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="P271008_16.38[01]" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3025/3008271580_e05f24007e.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;With ah lian number one &gt;.&lt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a title="P271008_16.39 by Miss MeiMei, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/31355263@N02/3008271654/"&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="P271008_16.39" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3037/3008271654_56e3f7a5b4.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;With ah lian number two (don't really like the nickname, but sort of fun, so it's ok)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="P271008_16.39[02] by Miss MeiMei, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/31355263@N02/3008271728/"&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="P271008_16.39[02]" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3179/3008271728_7097058ef9.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Make a wish!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="image_0001a by Miss MeiMei, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/31355263@N02/3007433079/"&gt;&lt;img height="500" alt="image_0001a" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3142/3007433079_4b94c36ce1.jpg" width="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;With baby boy, so hard to get a pic with him lor, like celeb like that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="P06-11-08_11.59 by Miss MeiMei, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/31355263@N02/3007432731/"&gt;&lt;img height="500" alt="P06-11-08_11.59" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3136/3007432731_4c19cc7fdc.jpg" width="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;And finally the princess herself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31619724-6666449690719747878?l=dastoryofmii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dastoryofmii.blogspot.com/feeds/6666449690719747878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31619724&amp;postID=6666449690719747878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31619724/posts/default/6666449690719747878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31619724/posts/default/6666449690719747878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dastoryofmii.blogspot.com/2008/11/it-has-been-so-long-since-i-last.html' title=''/><author><name>MyStoRie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06522890790759088562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://farm4.static.flickr.com/3135/3008271506_8fecc1de0b_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31619724.post-2194247102320787765</id><published>2008-10-31T15:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T15:11:00.388+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8SPkrihvzro&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8SPkrihvzro&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There you go, as I had promised....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The song is damn random la...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But whatever...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yunnie, I wanna see your teeth drop lei, hurry!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then I promise I won't call you aunty anymore, cos you will look more like sponge box...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Haha...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Somebody stop my ingination lei...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gosh!!! I keep thinking of it......&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31619724-2194247102320787765?l=dastoryofmii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dastoryofmii.blogspot.com/feeds/2194247102320787765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31619724&amp;postID=2194247102320787765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31619724/posts/default/2194247102320787765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31619724/posts/default/2194247102320787765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dastoryofmii.blogspot.com/2008/10/there-you-go-as-i-had-promised.html' title=''/><author><name>MyStoRie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06522890790759088562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31619724.post-4171574825513617398</id><published>2008-10-27T10:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T11:41:09.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WORK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It gets so frustrating lor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna let everything resolve in peace...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet she just couldn't let go, still say wanna make life difficult for me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, if she wanna play bitchy with me, I don't mind entertaining her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure who will win, but one thing is for sure, both of us will be on the losing ends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like come on,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How old are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still play this kind of games....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've better things to do.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ON THE BRIGHTER SIDE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5KEeKPoy_qk"&gt; &lt;/param&gt; &lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5KEeKPoy_qk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31619724-4171574825513617398?l=dastoryofmii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dastoryofmii.blogspot.com/feeds/4171574825513617398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31619724&amp;postID=4171574825513617398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31619724/posts/default/4171574825513617398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31619724/posts/default/4171574825513617398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dastoryofmii.blogspot.com/2008/10/work-it-gets-so-frustrating-lor.html' title=''/><author><name>MyStoRie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06522890790759088562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31619724.post-2925749014653171587</id><published>2008-10-24T23:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T23:35:12.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YOU CAN STILL HAVE FUN AT WORK!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, work was really fun today, &lt;strong&gt;despite what happened yesterday&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I guess sometimes I gotta learn how to control my temper, abit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I already apologised&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, cos I know it was my fault, you should learn how to let go too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever, forget the unhappy things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="P241008_16.35 by Miss MeiMei, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/31355263@N02/2969649830/"&gt;&lt;img height="320" alt="P241008_16.35" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3021/2969649830_83de190b87.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason for this photo is&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; Ben&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; said that I look like this horse.. -____-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="P241008_16.30 by Miss MeiMei, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/31355263@N02/2969649900/"&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="P241008_16.30" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3051/2969649900_76d9174673.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="P241008_16.31 by Miss MeiMei, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/31355263@N02/2969650022/"&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="P241008_16.31" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3174/2969650022_f5698a61af.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few failed shots, unglam la...&lt;br /&gt;But looks fun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="P241008_16.35[01] by Miss MeiMei, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/31355263@N02/2969650264/"&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="P241008_16.35[01]" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3192/2969650264_df7b4322b5.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even Shiya joined in the fun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="P241008_14.06 by Miss MeiMei, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/31355263@N02/2969650438/"&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="P241008_14.06" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3167/2969650438_c7998f1c3f.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tried to get a shot of Jonathan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="P241008_14.06[01] by Miss MeiMei, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/31355263@N02/2968806171/"&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="P241008_14.06[01]" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3228/2968806171_a05cddc715.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's so unwilling to let me do it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="P241008_14.07 by Miss MeiMei, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/31355263@N02/2968806407/"&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="P241008_14.07" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3048/2968806407_708b1e0491.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally!!!!!!!! Say hi to the emperor...  =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My lala land is calling me...&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;P.S&lt;/span&gt;: I tried to photoshop my pics, but it hanged!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31619724-2925749014653171587?l=dastoryofmii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dastoryofmii.blogspot.com/feeds/2925749014653171587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31619724&amp;postID=2925749014653171587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a title="My LG KU990 Viewty by JDMOTO, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jdmoto/2087522558/"&gt;&lt;img height="333" alt="My LG KU990 Viewty" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2293/2087522558_91d5a9bdd6.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new toy......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mine is in pink.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall update more tomorrow....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go orh orh now....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31619724-7686824208620032630?l=dastoryofmii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dastoryofmii.blogspot.com/feeds/7686824208620032630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31619724&amp;postID=7686824208620032630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31619724/posts/default/7686824208620032630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31619724/posts/default/7686824208620032630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dastoryofmii.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-new-toy.html' title=''/><author><name>MyStoRie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06522890790759088562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://farm3.static.flickr.com/2293/2087522558_91d5a9bdd6_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31619724.post-3547430625703400349</id><published>2008-10-21T10:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T10:19:38.822+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm totally obsessed with the book Twilight...&lt;br /&gt;Gonna borrow New Moon soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edward Cullen is the love......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the movie is coming out in December...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrrhhh!!! *screaming at the top of my lungs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I start counting down....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As compare to Harry Potter, I'm more in love with Edward Cullen now....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the trailer of the movie....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be writting a preview for the book soon.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uxjNDE2fMjI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uxjNDE2fMjI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31619724-3547430625703400349?l=dastoryofmii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dastoryofmii.blogspot.com/feeds/3547430625703400349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31619724&amp;postID=3547430625703400349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31619724/posts/default/3547430625703400349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31619724/posts/default/3547430625703400349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dastoryofmii.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-totally-obsessed-with-book-twilight.html' title=''/><author><name>MyStoRie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06522890790759088562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31619724.post-7860246303026868517</id><published>2008-10-17T22:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T23:22:40.978+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="保持通話 by Miss MeiMei, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/31355263@N02/2948752699/"&gt;&lt;img height="500" alt="保持通話" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3172/2948752699_c38f301030.jpg" width="370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When to watch this movie with baby.&lt;br /&gt;Such a funny movie...&lt;br /&gt;Ok, it's not supposed to be funny...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it's a remake of a hollywood movie &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cellular...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I find this version is much better, alot of parts make more sense...&lt;br /&gt;Plus, they some humour into it...&lt;br /&gt;Worth watching...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with my girl...&lt;br /&gt;Walked around town...&lt;br /&gt;Do random stuff......&lt;br /&gt;Fetished over random things......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was supposed to be watching &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;House Bunny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, but we both too poor...&lt;br /&gt;Borrowed the book &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Twilight &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;by Stephanie Meyer...&lt;br /&gt;Strongly recommended by Huimin...&lt;br /&gt;Dinner at &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sakea Sushi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;Then headed home....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Christmas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; wish list is gonna be long....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So pictures for you to view...&lt;br /&gt;Addios....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Image001 by Miss MeiMei, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/31355263@N02/2949614944/"&gt;&lt;img height="500" alt="Image001" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3004/2949614944_e35d528250.jpg" width="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand why she gave me that face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Image000 by Miss MeiMei, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/31355263@N02/2949614728/"&gt;&lt;img height="500" alt="Image000" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3290/2949614728_cfa0ecaa8b.jpg" width="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look so natural, actually I've heavy make up on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Image021 by Miss MeiMei, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/31355263@N02/2948762093/"&gt;&lt;img height="500" alt="Image021" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3248/2948762093_5ea91d3b58.jpg" width="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the prove&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Image010 copy by Miss MeiMei, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/31355263@N02/2948837131/"&gt;&lt;img height="500" alt="Image010 copy" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3147/2948837131_a523a386ab.jpg" width="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in the midst of editing alot of photos, this is just one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Image004 by Miss MeiMei, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/31355263@N02/2949615836/"&gt;&lt;img height="500" alt="Image004" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3225/2949615836_fb9b19d589.jpg" width="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Random...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ps: I'm so excited about tomorrow, new girl coming in, and jonathan is working with me and Yunnie, like the first time ever!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31619724-7860246303026868517?l=dastoryofmii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dastoryofmii.blogspot.com/feeds/7860246303026868517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31619724&amp;postID=7860246303026868517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31619724/posts/default/7860246303026868517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31619724/posts/default/7860246303026868517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dastoryofmii.blogspot.com/2008/10/when-to-watch-this-movie-with-baby.html' title=''/><author><name>MyStoRie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06522890790759088562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://farm4.static.flickr.com/3172/2948752699_c38f301030_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31619724.post-1233683574206761223</id><published>2008-10-16T09:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T09:40:47.347+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bqpA5Acc8-c&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bqpA5Acc8-c&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a song!!! (p.s I'm just being random, no other intention)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31619724-1233683574206761223?l=dastoryofmii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dastoryofmii.blogspot.com/feeds/1233683574206761223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31619724&amp;postID=1233683574206761223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31619724/posts/default/1233683574206761223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31619724/posts/default/1233683574206761223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dastoryofmii.blogspot.com/2008/10/what-song-p.html' title=''/><author><name>MyStoRie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06522890790759088562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31619724.post-6852116537485154334</id><published>2008-10-13T11:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T12:00:03.994+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;WORK &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many thing has been happening lately at work...&lt;br /&gt;Both Jo(s) is leaving and left us.......&lt;br /&gt;Jolin left yesterday....&lt;br /&gt;Yunnie and Jodi cried like mad...&lt;br /&gt;I was like normal.......&lt;br /&gt;They may think that I'm so heartless...&lt;br /&gt;Jolin left, yet I act as if nothing had happened...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really how to express my feelings...&lt;br /&gt;I'm always holding back my feelings...&lt;br /&gt;As I think, whether you smile or cry, life still go on...&lt;br /&gt;So why not face it with a smile, things will be better...&lt;br /&gt;I had learned that through my many ups and downs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And things could have been worse...&lt;br /&gt;So why can't we be happy for her that things were solved peacefully...&lt;br /&gt;It's a pity for Catchybag that Jolin left, as she's a really strong leader with lots of experience...&lt;br /&gt;There are so many things to learn from her...&lt;br /&gt;And she's full of humour too...&lt;br /&gt;There's no air about her....&lt;br /&gt;She doesn't use her supervisor rank to speak to us, but like a big sister...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my god!!&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm getting emotional too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I better stop here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="DSCN1243 by Miss MeiMei, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/31355263@N02/2936314347/"&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="DSCN1243" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3176/2936314347_be24554a5d.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will miss you lots...&lt;br /&gt;Keep in touch, gorgeous...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HARDCORE AUNTIE!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Image032 by Miss MeiMei, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/31355263@N02/2936314617/"&gt;&lt;img height="500" alt="Image032" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3295/2936314617_9387c16c5b.jpg" width="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the poor quality!!!&lt;br /&gt;Her hair is all white liao la...&lt;br /&gt;Still dress up like that...&lt;br /&gt;Gosh!!&lt;br /&gt;Why some people just don't know their limits...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WORKING HARDLY v.s HARDLY WORKING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Image010 by Miss MeiMei, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/31355263@N02/2936314465/"&gt;&lt;img height="500" alt="Image010" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3185/2936314465_7a6582ccc3.jpg" width="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I'm too enthu about certain things that I do...&lt;br /&gt;So much that I sent out the wrong message...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I'm in such a fun mood that I go crazy...&lt;br /&gt;And people think that I'm not putting in my heart to do it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31619724-6852116537485154334?l=dastoryofmii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dastoryofmii.blogspot.com/feeds/6852116537485154334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31619724&amp;postID=6852116537485154334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31619724/posts/default/6852116537485154334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31619724/posts/default/6852116537485154334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dastoryofmii.blogspot.com/2008/10/work-so-many-thing-has-been-happening.html' title=''/><author><name>MyStoRie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06522890790759088562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://farm4.static.flickr.com/3176/2936314347_be24554a5d_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31619724.post-684394391374971136</id><published>2008-10-07T22:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T22:39:37.497+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wa....&lt;br /&gt;Didn't expect so many people to be reading my blog...&lt;br /&gt;Haha...&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wanna complain about &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;men who snatch seats from ladies....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was taking train to my friend's chalet....&lt;br /&gt;The lady who was sitting in front of me was getting down...&lt;br /&gt;Once she stand up, &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;a fat ass just totally squeezed his way into her seat...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like what is with the rush....&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind giving up the seat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My point is...&lt;br /&gt;Your are a guy lei....&lt;br /&gt;Can you be a gentleman?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stand awhile will die meh?&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe... &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YOUR LEGS JUST COULDN"T SUPPORT ALL YOUR FATS, HUH?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I FUCKING HATE &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FAT MEN&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;CHINA PEOPLE&lt;/span&gt;, RUDE PEOPLE, &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;AH LIANS&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;AH BENG&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31619724-684394391374971136?l=dastoryofmii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dastoryofmii.blogspot.com/feeds/684394391374971136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31619724&amp;postID=684394391374971136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31619724/posts/default/684394391374971136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31619724/posts/default/684394391374971136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dastoryofmii.blogspot.com/2008/10/wa.html' title=''/><author><name>MyStoRie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06522890790759088562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31619724.post-5452302880912151014</id><published>2008-09-30T23:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T23:29:56.324+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lJlX_p5lU6I/SOJEXk4rMjI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/6qTgf7Cv4pU/s1600-h/i-love-you-i-hate-you.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251835287296487986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lJlX_p5lU6I/SOJEXk4rMjI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/6qTgf7Cv4pU/s320/i-love-you-i-hate-you.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It rained like nobody's business,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And you just let me get home on my own.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Is that how you love me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Is what they call concern?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tears, tears, tears and more tears....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do you even worth it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sometime you make me think I've got all the best in the world...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just you alone is enough...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sometimes you take it all away....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Baby, why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31619724-5452302880912151014?l=dastoryofmii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dastoryofmii.blogspot.com/feeds/5452302880912151014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31619724&amp;postID=5452302880912151014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31619724/posts/default/5452302880912151014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31619724/posts/default/5452302880912151014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dastoryofmii.blogspot.com/2008/09/it-rained-like-nobodys-business-and-you.html' title=''/><author><name>MyStoRie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06522890790759088562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_lJlX_p5lU6I/SOJEXk4rMjI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/6qTgf7Cv4pU/s72-c/i-love-you-i-hate-you.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31619724.post-42856683210113490</id><published>2008-09-29T10:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T10:54:55.898+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm motherf*** pissed now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totally hating my phone....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was about update my blog with my girls, baby boy, and my colleages pictures...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The button on the phone is abit screwd, i thought there shouldn't be a problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my phone decided to delete all the photos....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angry or not, you tell me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totally spoilt my mood now....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm dying for a new phone...........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31619724-42856683210113490?l=dastoryofmii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dastoryofmii.blogspot.com/feeds/42856683210113490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31619724&amp;postID=42856683210113490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31619724/posts/default/42856683210113490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31619724/posts/default/42856683210113490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dastoryofmii.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-motherf-pissed-now.html' title=''/><author><name>MyStoRie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06522890790759088562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31619724.post-7901480777087394484</id><published>2008-09-03T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T22:55:57.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hate works.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It leaves me with no time for friends.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31619724-7901480777087394484?l=dastoryofmii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dastoryofmii.blogspot.com/feeds/7901480777087394484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31619724&amp;postID=7901480777087394484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31619724/posts/default/7901480777087394484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31619724/posts/default/7901480777087394484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dastoryofmii.blogspot.com/2008/09/hate-works.html' title=''/><author><name>MyStoRie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06522890790759088562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31619724.post-80111570682751752</id><published>2008-09-02T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T23:11:19.951+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="BORDER-RIGHT: gray 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: gray 1px solid; FONT: 12px arial, verdana, sans-serif; BORDER-LEFT: gray 1px solid; WIDTH: 320px; BORDER-BOTTOM: gray 1px solid; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; BACKGROUND: white; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: black; PADDING-TOP: 5px" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;b style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 8px; FONT: bold 20px 'Times New Roman', serif"&gt;What mental disorder do you have?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;div style="FONT-SIZE: 16px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 4px"&gt;Your Result: &lt;b&gt;Manic Depressive&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; BACKGROUND: white; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; WIDTH: 200px; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid"&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-SIZE: 8px; BACKGROUND: red; WIDTH: 79%; LINE-HEIGHT: 8px"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BACKGROUND: white; MARGIN: 10px; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; COLOR: black; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none"&gt;You have extreme cycles of highs and lows. Sometimes you feel like you don't know who you are. One week you could be very hyper and happy and the next week you are slow and depressed. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; BACKGROUND: white; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; COLOR: black; PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;OCD (Obsessive Compulsive Disorder)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; BACKGROUND: white; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; MARGIN-TOP: 4px; BACKGROUND: white; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; WIDTH: 100px; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid"&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-SIZE: 8px; BACKGROUND: red; WIDTH: 26%; LINE-HEIGHT: 8px"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; BACKGROUND: white; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; COLOR: black; PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;GAD (Generalized Anxiety Disorder)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; BACKGROUND: white; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; MARGIN-TOP: 4px; BACKGROUND: white; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; WIDTH: 100px; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid"&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-SIZE: 8px; BACKGROUND: red; WIDTH: 24%; LINE-HEIGHT: 8px"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; BACKGROUND: white; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; COLOR: black; PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;ADD (Attention Deficit Disorder)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; BACKGROUND: white; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; MARGIN-TOP: 4px; BACKGROUND: white; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; WIDTH: 100px; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid"&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-SIZE: 8px; BACKGROUND: red; WIDTH: 10%; LINE-HEIGHT: 8px"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; BACKGROUND: white; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; COLOR: black; PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;Paranoia&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; BACKGROUND: white; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; MARGIN-TOP: 4px; BACKGROUND: white; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; WIDTH: 100px; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid"&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-SIZE: 8px; BACKGROUND: red; WIDTH: 0%; LINE-HEIGHT: 8px"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 8px; PADDING-LEFT: 8px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 8px; PADDING-TOP: 8px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gotoquiz.com/what_mental_disorder_do_you_have"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What mental disorder do you have?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gotoquiz.com/"&gt;Quiz Created on GoToQuiz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Will I become the next Britney Spears? LOL.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31619724-80111570682751752?l=dastoryofmii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dastoryofmii.blogspot.com/feeds/80111570682751752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31619724&amp;postID=80111570682751752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31619724/posts/default/80111570682751752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31619724/posts/default/80111570682751752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dastoryofmii.blogspot.com/2008/09/what-mental-disorder-do-you-have-your.html' title=''/><author><name>MyStoRie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06522890790759088562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31619724.post-6764918155304639748</id><published>2008-09-02T23:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T23:07:59.089+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="width: 320px; border: 1px solid gray; padding: 6px; font: normal 12px arial, verdana, sans-serif; color: black; background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: black; font: bold 20px 'Times New Roman', serif; display: block; margin-bottom: 8px;"&gt;You are 53% Bittch!&lt;/b&gt; &lt;div style="width: 200px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 53%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 10px; border: none; background: white; color: black;"&gt;Wow! You really are becoming a real Bittch! Has anyone ever told you that? I think you need to calm it down! Before you can't turn back from being a big Bittch! Being Cruel isn't that fun!  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gotoquiz.com/how_much_of_a_b_tch_are_you" style="color: blue;"&gt;How much of a B*tch Are you?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gotoquiz.com/" style="color: blue;"&gt;Take More Quizzes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31619724-6764918155304639748?l=dastoryofmii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dastoryofmii.blogspot.com/feeds/6764918155304639748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31619724&amp;postID=6764918155304639748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31619724/posts/default/6764918155304639748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31619724/posts/default/6764918155304639748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dastoryofmii.blogspot.com/2008/09/you-are-53-bittch-wow-you-really-are.html' title=''/><author><name>MyStoRie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06522890790759088562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31619724.post-5759660064165869260</id><published>2008-09-02T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T23:03:31.429+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="BORDER-RIGHT: gray 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: gray 1px solid; FONT: 12px arial, verdana, sans-serif; BORDER-LEFT: gray 1px solid; WIDTH: 320px; BORDER-BOTTOM: gray 1px solid; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; BACKGROUND: white; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: black; PADDING-TOP: 5px" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;b style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 8px; FONT: bold 20px 'Times New Roman', serif"&gt;How will I die?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;div style="FONT-SIZE: 16px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 4px"&gt;Your Result: &lt;b&gt;You will die in a car accident.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; BACKGROUND: white; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; WIDTH: 200px; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid"&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-SIZE: 8px; BACKGROUND: red; WIDTH: 88%; LINE-HEIGHT: 8px"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BACKGROUND: white; MARGIN: 10px; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; COLOR: black; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none"&gt;Please, continue to buckle up, and try not to speed. More likely than not, it will happen very randomly and quickly. Occasionally, this result stands for death in a plane crash. Do not fear transportation. Avoid becoming a hermit, you cannot escape fate.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; BACKGROUND: white; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; COLOR: black; PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;You will die in a nuclear holocaust.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; BACKGROUND: white; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; MARGIN-TOP: 4px; BACKGROUND: white; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; WIDTH: 100px; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid"&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-SIZE: 8px; BACKGROUND: red; WIDTH: 76%; LINE-HEIGHT: 8px"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; BACKGROUND: white; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; COLOR: black; PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;You will die from a terminal illness.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; BACKGROUND: white; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; MARGIN-TOP: 4px; BACKGROUND: white; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; WIDTH: 100px; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid"&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-SIZE: 8px; BACKGROUND: red; WIDTH: 65%; LINE-HEIGHT: 8px"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; BACKGROUND: white; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; COLOR: black; PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;You will die in your sleep.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; BACKGROUND: white; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; MARGIN-TOP: 4px; BACKGROUND: white; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; WIDTH: 100px; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid"&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-SIZE: 8px; BACKGROUND: red; WIDTH: 63%; LINE-HEIGHT: 8px"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; BACKGROUND: white; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; COLOR: black; PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;You will die while saving someone's life.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; BACKGROUND: white; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; MARGIN-TOP: 4px; BACKGROUND: white; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; WIDTH: 100px; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid"&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-SIZE: 8px; BACKGROUND: red; WIDTH: 55%; LINE-HEIGHT: 8px"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; BACKGROUND: white; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; COLOR: black; PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;You will be murdered.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; BACKGROUND: white; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; MARGIN-TOP: 4px; BACKGROUND: white; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; WIDTH: 100px; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid"&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-SIZE: 8px; BACKGROUND: red; WIDTH: 50%; LINE-HEIGHT: 8px"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; BACKGROUND: white; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; COLOR: black; PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;You will die of boredom.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; BACKGROUND: white; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; MARGIN-TOP: 4px; BACKGROUND: white; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; WIDTH: 100px; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid"&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-SIZE: 8px; BACKGROUND: red; WIDTH: 49%; LINE-HEIGHT: 8px"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; BACKGROUND: white; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; COLOR: black; PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;You will die while having sex.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; BACKGROUND: white; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; MARGIN-TOP: 4px; BACKGROUND: white; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; WIDTH: 100px; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid"&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-SIZE: 8px; BACKGROUND: red; WIDTH: 31%; LINE-HEIGHT: 8px"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 8px; PADDING-LEFT: 8px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 8px; PADDING-TOP: 8px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gotoquiz.com/how_will_i_die"&gt;&lt;b&gt;How will I die?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gotoquiz.com/"&gt;Quiz Created on GoToQuiz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;How interesting!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31619724-5759660064165869260?l=dastoryofmii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dastoryofmii.blogspot.com/feeds/5759660064165869260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31619724&amp;postID=5759660064165869260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31619724/posts/default/5759660064165869260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31619724/posts/default/5759660064165869260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dastoryofmii.blogspot.com/2008/09/how-will-i-die-your-result-you-will-die.html' title=''/><author><name>MyStoRie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06522890790759088562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31619724.post-8801397742425544064</id><published>2008-09-02T22:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T22:45:46.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First day at work today.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Was quite fun, got along well with my new colleagues, really well in fact.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We were telling each other lame jokes, ghost stroies, playing around.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Basically, we were just simply having fun.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyways, met up with noren yesterday, it had been ages since we last shop together.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We spent most of our time at Far East Plaza looking for Show Luo's store.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We found it, but it was rather disappointing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There weren't much design to choose from, ya, so kinda wasted our time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Head down to ViVo later, bought some stuff for my boy and boy as well.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Can't reveal the secrets now, it supposed to be surprises.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've one day left to finish up my surprise, OH MY GOD.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;By the way, baby, I miss you like crazy, faster come back to my side.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31619724-8801397742425544064?l=dastoryofmii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dastoryofmii.blogspot.com/feeds/8801397742425544064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31619724&amp;postID=8801397742425544064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31619724/posts/default/8801397742425544064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31619724/posts/default/8801397742425544064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dastoryofmii.blogspot.com/2008/09/first-day-at-work-today.html' title=''/><author><name>MyStoRie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06522890790759088562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31619724.post-4293486199808230175</id><published>2008-08-31T20:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T20:36:06.979+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tagged by Zu Er.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;01. What's your favourite fruit?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;     &lt;em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Strawberry.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;02. Where will you go if someone sponsors you a tour ticket?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;     Japan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;03. What’s your favourite thing to do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;     &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shopping.(if no money then will be dancing)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;04. Do you think money can buy happiness?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;    &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; If you say money can't buy happiness, you don't know where to shop.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;05. If you can have one dream to come true, what would it be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;     &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Become as famous as Britney Spears (she sings, dance, acts), then have a chance to work with Jolin Tsai. Both of them are my idol.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;06. Do you prefer a kiss or a hug?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;     &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It really depends. I think I prefer a hug.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;07. What are you afraid to lose the most?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;    My mum&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;08. If you win $1 million, what would you do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;    &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Buy a condo, set my own business, deposit some into the bank to earn interest, go travelling with family and friends, donate to charity.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;09. List out 3 good points of the person who tagged you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;    &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Skinny, have a wicked sense of humour, sweet smile.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;10. What makes you happy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;     &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm a very easily contented person, so basically anything.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;11. What type of person do you hate the most?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;    &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Self centered freak!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12. Where do you see yourself 10 years down the road?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;     &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Be my own boss, with a successful business.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;13. If you could have a superpower, what would it be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;     &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To be able to see the future. You know, so that I won't have to keep saying "if I had knew it earlier"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;14. What do you think is the most important thing in your life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;    &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;      Stay positive&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;15. Any childhood memories you'll like to re-live?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;                     &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Those carefree days that I'm surrounded by my family and loved ones.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;16. How old do you want to get married?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;       &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21-24. Or maybe when I'm 19, on the o9.o9.o9.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;17. Which cartoon character you hate most?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;   &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;   Can't think of any&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;18. Are you courageous enough to go and tell the person that you like him/her?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;    &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yes. I draw a very clear line between love and hate.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;19. Write down one thing about you which people would be impressed of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;  &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;  I'm living very independently ( i'm not sure).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;20. 2 things that describe you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;    &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cheerful. Full of energy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Instructions: Remove 1 qn from above, &amp;amp; add in ur personal qn, make it a total of 20 qns, then tag 8 people in ur list, list them out at the end of this post. Notify them in their chat box that he/she has been tagged.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;8 person that had been tagged:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Huimin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yilin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Shelby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Noren&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Baiyu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Amanda Lim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Celeste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Si Min&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31619724-4293486199808230175?l=dastoryofmii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dastoryofmii.blogspot.com/feeds/4293486199808230175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31619724&amp;postID=4293486199808230175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31619724/posts/default/4293486199808230175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31619724/posts/default/4293486199808230175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dastoryofmii.blogspot.com/2008/08/tagged-by-zu-er.html' title=''/><author><name>MyStoRie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06522890790759088562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
