<?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-19927786</id><updated>2011-07-29T08:54:12.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>all my loves</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19927786/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19927786-1384864780159071961?l=unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/1384864780159071961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19927786&amp;postID=1384864780159071961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19927786/posts/default/1384864780159071961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19927786/posts/default/1384864780159071961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com/2010/01/have-moved.html' title='have moved!'/><author><name>Medeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08145859573945414217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19927786.post-1781519425351118426</id><published>2009-10-11T20:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T20:23:00.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>boring life</title><content type='html'>life is damn boring ok. i dis-like work to the max. not that i hate my job, hate my boss or anything like that! but i just dont really enjoy the 8am to 6pm kinda job. damn boring ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have to attend some halal course on wed and thurs, and then gotta wake up damn early next next mon to set up our booth for a promotion in tampines. =((((((((((( damn sad. damn boring la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMN SIAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know.. i dont really like this blog anymore because if i can, i want to give up and forget everything that has happened and written on this blog. the same old truth remains, you cant turn back time, whats done is done, you had a chance, blew it, we cant go back to where we were anymore. you didnt cherish what we had, its just too bad. you're not worth my time anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19927786-1781519425351118426?l=unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/1781519425351118426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19927786&amp;postID=1781519425351118426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;i wanna look for jason mraz's songs to sing to. hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im currently so in love with lucky and im yours!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wheee!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i conclude... working in a corporate world is not fun. i'd rather teach piano anyday anytime. seeing my students get their distinctions and merits and all the "thank you for teaching me ms medeline" teacher's day cards makes me feel like i've lived a fulfilling life. it is something the corporate world can never give me. so what if i've made a brochure look nicer? so what if i see a label i've designed on the shelves? so what if i've made customers happier by giving them their orders on time, making sure they get their items? so what if i've got my own room in the office? so what the hell am i doing waking up at 7am for work everyday and doing the same old every single day? i dont really care if those bakers/hotel/businesses gets their suppliers or not. i dont really care if those brochures are nice or not - they end up being written on and thrown away anyway right?? i dont really care if my customers gets their supplies in time or not. i dont really care about selling and promoting some healthcare food. i dont really care. its none of my business, but why am i responsible for all that irritating shit? thats because im the bloody marketing exec there and i do all shits. come look for me for the brochure, come look for me for this and that, come look for me to make this paper look pretty. oh i dont really care. all i wanna do is to sit on a piano bench, infront of a piano, play and practice till my hands break, and i'd still be the happiest girl on the world. all i wanna do is to make sure my students get their distinctions and merits (no, i am not satisfied with a pass, unless you are a goner, which thankfully none of my students are). thats really all i care about. why cant i do what i really want to do? all i wanna do is to play the piano. its not really that difficult. i dont wanna go to the office and stare at the computer and reply emails, do brochures, design labels, edit pictures. oh screw all that. i dont really care!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19927786-2407637345054939369?l=unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/2407637345054939369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19927786&amp;postID=2407637345054939369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19927786/posts/default/2407637345054939369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19927786/posts/default/2407637345054939369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com/2009/10/youtube-is-down-for-maintenance.html' title='youtube is down for maintenance'/><author><name>Medeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08145859573945414217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19927786.post-5640476839417175751</id><published>2009-09-26T00:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T00:40:01.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i keep getting lost in holland v</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i got lost today again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;could not find the right bus stop to get off to holland v.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;had to walk 1000000000000km before reaching holland v.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;tmd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BUT THEN ITS FRIDAY!!!!!  yay!!!! i get to enjoy 2 days of rest (or not) before i go back to work ((=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;damn tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;celebrated don's 24th bday yest!! wonderful company ((= had lotsa great food and laughs!! each guest had to bring something "24" and i bought 24 safety pins for him whereas gav bought him 24 sweets for a sweet 24!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;celebrated lijia's 22nd bday today with the sec sch peeps!!! (woohoo!!) went wala wala and the band was damn good. really damn good. had dinner at the 3 monkeys. super zoo-ish place. hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;gonna celebrate joanna's 21st tomorrow!! (finally 21 babe!!) wheee!! so exiting ((=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;wells, i also met up with tracy and kim a couple of weeks ago and we had so much laughters reminiscing about pri and sec sch days ((=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and not forgetting i met dearest ee gongs for zh's bday!! (like finally cause his bday was in aug) we had a simple steamboat dinner. shared a super squeezy table, 1 steamboat, fought over how to cook the meat and nonsense like that. we had so much laughters again and its moments like this that money cant buy ((=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;whee ive been meeting so many people and spending so much im really broke right now. need to wait for another 3 days before its PAYDAY!! ((= whee cant wait. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;till other days.. i love you all!! ((= &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19927786-5640476839417175751?l=unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/5640476839417175751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19927786&amp;postID=5640476839417175751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19927786/posts/default/5640476839417175751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19927786/posts/default/5640476839417175751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-keep-getting-lost-in-holland-v.html' title='i keep getting lost in holland v'/><author><name>Medeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08145859573945414217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19927786.post-4100118555591223053</id><published>2009-09-10T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T22:45:46.235+08:00</updated><title type='text'>im starting to dislike blogspot</title><content type='html'>im starting to dislike blogspot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i might leave this little space of mine anytime soon because firstly i get super exhausted after work everyday and i really have no time to pen my daily activities down for future rememberance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;secondly, uploading pictures are a hassle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there are a lot of missing pics through this entire blog because we accidently moved photobucket's links and now all the links are broken. =((((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sighs. i think i might just change a blog link if i have the bloody time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyways, work is still the same. boring but watch out for some new products in supermakets, i did the labels!! yays. hahahaha. ok lah, its nothing much. really simple designs, but i just feel proud can. hahahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yays, got my first month's pay but ironically, im broke like never before. sighs. i swear im never ever gonna overspend ever again. hhahahaahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok bye.. im getting sleepy and i need all the rest i can because work is like a battle everyday. busy like dont know what. have ten thousand things to do, ten thousand emails to send.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19927786-4100118555591223053?l=unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/4100118555591223053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19927786&amp;postID=4100118555591223053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19927786/posts/default/4100118555591223053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19927786/posts/default/4100118555591223053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-starting-to-dislike-blogspot.html' title='im starting to dislike blogspot'/><author><name>Medeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08145859573945414217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19927786.post-4495512114396807044</id><published>2009-08-17T22:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T23:28:10.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i miss piano</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;working life is kinda sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i feel like a cow on a weekday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19927786-4495512114396807044?l=unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/4495512114396807044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19927786&amp;postID=4495512114396807044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19927786/posts/default/4495512114396807044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19927786/posts/default/4495512114396807044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-miss-piano.html' title='i miss piano'/><author><name>Medeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08145859573945414217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19927786.post-992921168076498646</id><published>2009-08-12T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T22:16:28.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i dont understand why Lord?</title><content type='html'>i dont understand. i dont think it was meant to be understood. i dont know why. why did it had to happen this way? i dont know only God knows. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why Lord, why did it had to be so tragic? i do not think anyone deserves that. i dont know Lord, i know you must have a reason. but im befuddled. i dont understand. i really dont. its heart wrenching and here i am again, today, fighting to accept reality. why lord why? its hard to accept, but its real. its not a dream you can wake up from. why lord why? why her? why lord wasnt she taken care of? im sorry for all the broken hearts, all the broken souls. lord i just pray you will take care of all their gaping wounds and mend them someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord i pray that people will find a reason to be closer to you and understand what you hold in store for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lord i just pray that she is, whole in heaven, with you and in your loving hands and free from pain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19927786-992921168076498646?l=unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/992921168076498646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19927786&amp;postID=992921168076498646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19927786/posts/default/992921168076498646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19927786/posts/default/992921168076498646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-dont-understand-why-lord.html' title='i dont understand why Lord?'/><author><name>Medeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08145859573945414217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19927786.post-4450224821515851607</id><published>2009-08-08T00:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T00:53:24.431+08:00</updated><title type='text'>whee.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;wheee!! work is kinda wonderful....... for now!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its kinda fun though tiring, but im learning a lot!!! the amount of work is crazy. i'll probably need 2 weeks to finish whatever's on hand at the moment. but no.. it just keeps piling up and i have new stuffs to do like every 3 to 4 hrs. geez. im having a bit of trouble keeping up with what i have to do and what is of priority. shits. everything seems to be of priority. AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH. im going crazy but im enjoying it. HAHAHAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then again, its damn tiring to wake up at 7am everyday. i would start to feel extremely tired at 11p.m.. and to survive until 12.43a.m at this moment is kinda like a miracle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though im enjoying corporate life, im still extremely thrilled that ITS A LONG WEEKEND THIS WEEK!!!!!!!!!!!!! YAYS!!!!!!!!!!!!! SO HAPPY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AND NO PIANO THIS SUNDAY!!!!!!! YAYS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so anyways, gotta go bathe. smelly smelly. oh ya talking abt smelly, i saw a guy who was sweating like he ran 983745892734895km while waiting for the train to come in the morning. and you know what... i had to squeeze in the train with him. very sian u know? =(( and got one bloody fat indian push me away again!!! #!$#$%$#%^ bloody hell. so angry. i tried to step on his feet w my heels but i couldnt find his feet and i stepped on someone else's instead. oops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyways, tatas. i hate the bloody morning crowd. i need to get a car. a car. a car. a car. any sponsors????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19927786-4450224821515851607?l=unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/4450224821515851607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19927786&amp;postID=4450224821515851607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19927786/posts/default/4450224821515851607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19927786/posts/default/4450224821515851607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com/2009/08/whee.html' title='whee.'/><author><name>Medeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08145859573945414217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19927786.post-4200337312576046902</id><published>2009-07-30T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T23:37:26.471+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I AM SO NOT USED TO SQUEEZING IN THE STUPID TRAIN WITH ALL THE OTHER PEOPLE GOING TO WORK LIKE ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE STUPID TRAIN IS SERIOUSLY SO PACKED I CANT EVEN MOVE MY HEAD. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so horrible. i hate the crowd. i hate having to squeeze in the train w everyone else. i hate it when people keep pushing me, i hate it when people lean on me in the train, i hate it when people wear back their stinky sweaty clothes from yesterday and i have no choice but to inhale all that disgusting stuff, i hate it when my arm, my legs my butt my hips touch some other god knows whos body. I HATE TAKING THE BLOODY MRT IN THE MORNING AND EVENING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you know what.. the bloody smell gets worse in the evening and all the jam in the expressway makes me nauseous in the bus. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on top of all terror i go through every morning, i smell dying ducks when i step out of the bus because the factory beside our office KILLS DUCKS and the smell is %^#%^@!@#$!@#4 disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am so sad. tomorrow i have to squeeze with all the smelly people again and go to work knowing that next door is killing so many ducks =((&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/19927786-4200337312576046902?l=unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/4200337312576046902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19927786&amp;postID=4200337312576046902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19927786/posts/default/4200337312576046902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19927786/posts/default/4200337312576046902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-am-so-not-used-to-squeezing-in-stupid.html' title=''/><author><name>Medeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08145859573945414217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19927786.post-5270545397068654749</id><published>2009-07-23T21:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T21:23:31.838+08:00</updated><title type='text'>jobs!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;YAY!!!! i've found a job already and im offically employed! wheeeets. i'm both happy and sad about it though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy cause yeah i have finally increased my income (though not by a lot... but still....) and sad because i cant meet moo moo everyday or as often as i'd like anymore =((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyways, im in the midst of adjusting to this new life. this erm... life prison of the corporate world where theres no more hols to look forward to, but work n more work to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and its only my first day in the co today... so theres really still a lot to learn and i hope (so is my boss) that i can learn and pickup everything there is to be learnt ASAP. and ASAP means by 2 weeks. and i tell ya... it is almost be impossibe to learn everything by 2 weeks because there is 100 million things to do. and im not complaining... its always better to be employed and be busy than having nothing to do. so yeah now the most impt thing for me is to brush up my almost non-existent photoshop and probably flash skills. geez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tadah now i've offically joined all my friends in this crazy world.... finally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and by now u must be wondering where the hell am i working right??? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;wells im working in phoonhuat and yes the zoo did not contact me *SOBS SOBS SOBS SOBS SOBS* but thats ok.......... phoonhuat was one the company i really hoped with all my heart that they'll select me for the job because my interviewer a.k.a my boss told me she had a lot of rmit applications this year.. and yes i nearly fainted when she told me that. im just lucky and blessed to be able to get this job and im gonna do it well ((=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okie dokes! i guess i'd probably MIA even more now that erm i've embarked on my career life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would really miss my moo, my friends and piano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tadah.. till then... take care all my loves!!!!!!!&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/19927786-5270545397068654749?l=unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/5270545397068654749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19927786&amp;postID=5270545397068654749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19927786/posts/default/5270545397068654749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19927786/posts/default/5270545397068654749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com/2009/07/jobs.html' title='jobs!'/><author><name>Medeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08145859573945414217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19927786.post-8507722738239315743</id><published>2009-07-13T15:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T16:06:43.472+08:00</updated><title type='text'>zoo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I JUST APPLIED FOR A MARKETING POSITION IN THE ZOO. OH MY GOSH. I REALLY HOPE THEY WILL AT LEAST GIVE ME A CHANCE TO GO FOR AN INTERVIEW. PLS PLS PLS PLS PLS. PLS PRAY THAT I WOULD AT LEAST SCORE A CHANCE FOR AN INTERVIEW PLSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I REALLY REALLY WANNA WORK IN THE ZOO. I THINK I WOULD BE THE HAPPIEST PERSON IN THE WHOLE WIDE WORLD.... IF ONLY MY APPLICATION WOULD GET THROUGH. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19927786-8507722738239315743?l=unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/8507722738239315743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19927786&amp;postID=8507722738239315743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19927786/posts/default/8507722738239315743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19927786/posts/default/8507722738239315743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com/2009/07/zoo.html' title='zoo'/><author><name>Medeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08145859573945414217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19927786.post-351229274581226942</id><published>2009-07-06T01:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T01:48:45.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'>whee</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i dont know how i managed to be so busy, but well yes, i am very busy with lotsa dates with moo, going for piano lessons, helping his mum occasionally with stuffs, learn baking from her, watching movies n dramas, playing games, meeting up his friends last sat, and tmr we're going to malacca for a day with his mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i seriously dont ever want to know how my life is gonna be like when i start working. no more bumming away like now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;sighs. i've yet pack my bag for tomorrow though its only a day at malacca but you know as long as im away and i have to bathe somewhere else other than home, i have already ten thousand things to bring like my toner, moisturizer, facial foam, shower foam, shampoo, toothbrush, toothpaste, perfume etc etc. but moo moo will cover my facial foam shampoo and shower foam cause its all at his place already! yays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and i kinda have been having indigestion for almost a week already. geez. gotta eat slower already. have been eating faster n faster i dont know why. slow down man right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hmm anyways, er i kinda have lost the motivation to blog. so yes i shall end here and hope i'll be back some other day. till then... tatas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19927786-351229274581226942?l=unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/351229274581226942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19927786&amp;postID=351229274581226942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19927786/posts/default/351229274581226942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19927786/posts/default/351229274581226942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com/2009/07/whee.html' title='whee'/><author><name>Medeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08145859573945414217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19927786.post-1290284220417896680</id><published>2009-07-02T02:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T02:32:33.468+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;haha. well erm i've been MIA for a while i have no idea why. i suppose i have been busy in june with the part time cafe waitering thingy... but the cafe has already closed down so i have more time to update this dusty blog of mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;so anyways, no more cafe and irritating customers whom i just wanna slap sometimes. if theres something that i've learnt from working in the cafe, it is that a company closes down because of poor management and them not understanding what is happening on the frontlines.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;so now erm with so much time on hand, i'm just gonna spend a couple of weeks more with moo and then i'll go look for a job in mid july.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;oh yes i finally met up with ee gongs last week... and yes erm besides the guys who have/ are going to ord, i'm the only one left without a job. haha. anyways, it was nice meeting up with them catching up like the good old times ((=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;LOVE U ALL SO MUCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! MUST CONTINUE TO MEET UP AND HOPEFULLY MORE OFTEN ((=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;okk.. thats all for this post. tata. will be back soon ((=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19927786-1290284220417896680?l=unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/1290284220417896680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19927786&amp;postID=1290284220417896680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19927786/posts/default/1290284220417896680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19927786/posts/default/1290284220417896680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com/2009/07/haha.html' title=''/><author><name>Medeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08145859573945414217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19927786.post-6823298285039966919</id><published>2009-06-11T15:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T15:27:30.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random updates</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;geez i have a million pictures to upload and facebook is taking forever and i keep getting "upload failed" which is pissing me off so badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wells anyways, attended moo sister's wedding which was a damn super tiring day for everyone. but at the end of the day, seeing the couple glow in bliss made all the effort worth. the wedding had somehow made me grow closer to moo's family as well ((=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the rest of the days were spent on work, having dinner w moo's family and erm, watching movies at moo's house!! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alrights, am gonna upload more pics on facebook now... tatas. cyas pple. time to meet up with my friendssssssss!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! where have u all beeen?!!?!?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19927786-6823298285039966919?l=unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/6823298285039966919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19927786&amp;postID=6823298285039966919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19927786/posts/default/6823298285039966919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19927786/posts/default/6823298285039966919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com/2009/06/random-updates.html' title='random updates'/><author><name>Medeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08145859573945414217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19927786.post-3590364301844356844</id><published>2009-05-31T14:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T02:12:07.079+08:00</updated><title type='text'>facebook is irritating.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;facebook is so irritating!! cant upload any photos and photobucket is taking 99999999 years to upload pictures =((&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;so wells anyways!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;we're back from Genting n KL ((=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;it has been a whole load of fun, trying on those scary rides, enjoying the cool weather and i love love love it when it gets cold and foggy with passing clouds ((=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;we won an orange giraffe and shihui n vic won a pink one in the arcade on the very first day even before we checked into the hotel! ahahaaa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and i made a virgin trip into the casino and yes yes they checked my passport each time i went in without fail. eh it gets quite irritating. whats up man. so anyways!!!!! we only spent like 30rm to play jackpot. hahahaha. but then again, come to think of it, we could have saved that 30rm to get ourselves another giraffe at the arcade which is even more fun than the casino lor!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;anyways!! the rest of the days were spent exploring the place and playing at the themeparks!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;tried some of the indoor games like archery, bumper car and some indoor rollar coaster on the first night. it wasnt exactly some scary shite, not until i sat on the rides at the outdoor ones!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the second day was spent at the outdoor themepark. it rained like 10 minutes after we entered into the themepark but thankfully the rain lasted only for a while ((=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and after that it was all about queueing and taking the rides. omg. i sat out a couple of rides because they were just too scary for my poor heart to take. hahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;wells, hhhmmm all in all, the bumper car, archery n go kart were fun, the rest were just pretty scary. kel n don tried the tower thingy 3 times. my gawd. i tried viking for the first time and it scared the life outta me. shihui and moo felt a abit sick after all the swinging and i was just scared mad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and after which, to make a long story short, me n moo had a very late dinner and after which we went to take photos outside and had icecream!! if anyone thought singapore's service standards were mediocre, genting has the weirdest service ever. hahahhaa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;4 of us, shihui and vic, moo and me proceeded to KL the next day. checked into capitol hotel with 2 china aunties and one really cool thing about capitol hotel is that, to use the lift we have to insert our room cards to activate the lift buttons. so after checking in, the 2 china aunties went into one lift, us another to go up to our rooms. the hotel was a lot better than the one in GT and we had connecting rooms with shihui and vic!! so exciting!! but we realised it was 2 single beds and decided to go downstairs to change rooms. and guess what? when we reached the lobby with our luggage and all, the lift door opened and out came the 2 china ladies. the best thing was you know what.... they've been INSIDE THE LIFT waiting for god knows how long for the lift to go up since we took the lift at the same time as them, went upstairs to open our room doors and coming back down to request for a change of rooms. can you believe it?!?!?!?!!? they were inside the lift for so damn long before realising its not going up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;so anyways, they didnt have queen sized beds so we stucked to the one given. after which was shopping at berjaya times sq. the mall is so damn huge we havent had enough time to go into every shop ya know. took a cab, rushed to twin towers to take some touristy shots and had A&amp;amp;W for dinner!! ((=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;walked around the mall which was kinda like vivo and then took a cab down to chinatown for some night market shopping. dont be fooled by number of shops. basically there are only 3 types of products (i) pirated bags (ii) pirated watches (iii) pirated shirts (iv) random shops like sticker, food, fruits shops.  thats all. and they are all the SAME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;so anyways, no matter how similar the shops are and how boring it sounds, we still managed to buy a lot of things i have no idea why. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the next day we only had a few hrs before boarding the bus back to singapore... went to berjaya times sq yet again because its walking dist from our hotel and we've yet to cover the entire mall. so little time, so many things to buy... but still i managed to get what i wanted but wished we could stay longer. hahaha. if we missed the bus we wouldnt be very sad you know, it just meant another day for us to shop! hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;whee im still trying to upload the pics and im getting so irritated with facebook n photobucket. dont know whats wrong. anyways, time to sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;yet another day at work tomorrow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;*sighs i realised the pay is like so little. like snail crawling not even running. ok.. tatas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19927786-3590364301844356844?l=unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/3590364301844356844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19927786&amp;postID=3590364301844356844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19927786/posts/default/3590364301844356844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19927786/posts/default/3590364301844356844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com/2009/05/facebook-is-irritating.html' title='facebook is irritating.'/><author><name>Medeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08145859573945414217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19927786.post-1386352477005180589</id><published>2009-05-21T19:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T19:21:24.169+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i pass my tp!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HEYA!! TIME FLIES SO QUICKLY AND ITS BEEN ALREADY 2 DAYS SINCE MY TP AND I PASSED MY TP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! IM SUCHA HAPPY GIRL!!! YAY NO MORE SPENDING 500 EVERY MONTH JUST TO LEARN DRIVING. PHEW. THANK GOODNESS IT HAS ENDED ITS DEPLETING MY BANK ACCT SO BADLY. ARGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok anyways, just got back from work w moo at the restaurant. lunch was insane yet again, argh damn exhausting. and i've sorta become like some cup washer i/c. every time they have cups to wash they just dump it near the sink and very soon i'll be at it washing away. but anyways, no complains, i'd rather wash the cups than anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moo moo is peeking at my post. hahahaha. ok we gonna go play some games watch some movies.. tata!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19927786-1386352477005180589?l=unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/1386352477005180589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19927786&amp;postID=1386352477005180589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19927786/posts/default/1386352477005180589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19927786/posts/default/1386352477005180589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-pass-my-tp.html' title='i pass my tp!!'/><author><name>Medeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08145859573945414217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19927786.post-4555975335240639396</id><published>2009-05-15T01:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T02:09:21.878+08:00</updated><title type='text'>argh</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;shit. the last i blogged it was 11 days to TP. now its 4 days more to TP. OH SHIT MAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so scary ok. i seriously hope i can pass because its draining my bank acct pretty badly and i really need to start looking for a job, send 20 resumes in a day kind of thing. sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so erm, pls do pray for me okkk?? hehee thank you veryyy much!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and its been huh what a week since i last started work @ geek terminal with moo moo and went to the pool?? feels like only a couple of days has passed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wells, moo has kind of fallen sick with flu (NOT SWINE FLU) and plans to go swimming is cancelled tmr till he gets bettter. wells, we have other stuffs to do, like prepare this song cd for his sister's wedding, go phillps to change my straightener, watch movies (tons of movies at home ok), play games (still life, pes, samurai warrior, kung fu panda etc), go gai gai at IMM and Jurong Point. and yes you can tell from all these that we are on a budget. recession is real and has very sadly affected us (one of the reason why i have no full time job) and why we have decided to work part time n save some money for the trip ((=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work at the restaurant/cafe has been erm TIRING!!!!!!!!!!!!! my poor feet is the most tired of all. and most of the time we eat cold food. NOT FUN. NOT FUN. as much as i hate to admit, it is a good place to pick up some lessons like erm service (am actually doing it finally after studying what is service blah blah how to improve blah blah service quality blah blah) and i "attended" this sph asiaone workshop about internet/interactive marketing which was rather useful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so wells anyway, need to get some rest now, driving tmr at 11.30am, my 3rd last lesson. seriously oh shit. wish me luck. till then pple.. take careee!! ((=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19927786-4555975335240639396?l=unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/4555975335240639396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19927786&amp;postID=4555975335240639396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19927786/posts/default/4555975335240639396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19927786/posts/default/4555975335240639396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com/2009/05/argh.html' title='argh'/><author><name>Medeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08145859573945414217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19927786.post-3361110205875508981</id><published>2009-05-08T19:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T19:57:05.557+08:00</updated><title type='text'>holidays!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;wheet. i've been enjoying my "holiday" with moo moo since after his exams. have been playing games on his ps2, watching movies, gai gai-ing, mambo(ed) 2 weeks ago which was not as fun as expected, but the supper after made up for it. and today we went to JE complex for some water and sun!! and not to forget i've been going for driving lesson religiously because me TP is like in 11 days time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moo and me is also currently helping out in his mum's workplace, geek terminal in raffles (come look for us if you're free on tues and thurs we'll be there from 11am to 4pm) as WAITER and WAITRESS. wth right. i've never done waitering and yesterday was our first day of work. the lunch time crowd was insane, our feet were hurting after. =(((( it wasnt VERY fun, but it was not too bad, still tolerable, but i wouldnt want to be waitering for my entire life. heh. i'd still rather teach piano. sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so comfortable with piano that i cant see myself doing some 8 - 5 job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wells anyways, after swimming today, moo and me went to pay the remaining travel fees in 5 stars. wheeee.. cant wait to get out this hot weather!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, moo's back from dinner. movie time!!!!!!!!!!! ahahahaha. seeeeee ya pple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WILL MEET UP W EE GONGS SOON!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tata. love u all loads!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19927786-3361110205875508981?l=unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/3361110205875508981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19927786&amp;postID=3361110205875508981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19927786/posts/default/3361110205875508981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19927786/posts/default/3361110205875508981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com/2009/05/holidays.html' title='holidays!!'/><author><name>Medeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08145859573945414217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19927786.post-6268559327252982338</id><published>2009-04-28T22:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T22:27:43.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mother earth</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;oh dear. not another flu virus spreading around. mother nature is falling really really sick. first SARS, then now the swine flu. and theres global warming killing the polar bears first, before the heat kills the rest of us. then theres the ever-present bird flu and mad cow disease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is next? we should really take care of our earth now. even now maybe too late. we should really stop wasting paper for a start. during my days in poly and uni, i lost count of how many reams of paper i've used. and im only 1 person. i may have already killed hundreds of trees. now multiple that few hundred trees with millions and billions and trillions of people. how many more trees have we already killed? how many more do we have to kill to supply us with? we're killing the only living thing that can help save mother nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pls dont take global warming lightly. do recycle papers, send papers for recycling, if u have recycle collection bins in school, do use them!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19927786-6268559327252982338?l=unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/6268559327252982338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19927786&amp;postID=6268559327252982338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19927786/posts/default/6268559327252982338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19927786/posts/default/6268559327252982338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com/2009/04/mother-earth.html' title='mother earth'/><author><name>Medeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08145859573945414217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19927786.post-8894768344071860608</id><published>2009-04-27T18:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T19:09:36.331+08:00</updated><title type='text'>whee!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;whee my exam just ended today! wells, passing shouldnt be a problem this time, but i think scoring might be. =(( but on a brighter note, i did the right forecasting model today!! ((= wells anways, i managed to finish all the questions for the first time in my entire life without having to scribble for an extra 10 secs so i can erm "write a few more points" hoping to score a "few more marks"! hahaha. and i still used 2 booklets to write and my arm is seriously aching. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;oh ya to digress, while i was studying in the morning at some hdb void deck near my house, i was accompanied by this super cute and sweet tabby cat who kept meowing at me. hehehehe. so happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;so anyways, 2 more days!!!! just 2 more days!!!!!!!!! moo moo's exam will finish and we'll start playing games, going gai gai, go GT (so excited!!), go mambo (on wed. hahahahaha. my first time ok.), watch movies, lotsa hug hug and manja-ing! wheee. so excited ok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;moo moo just have to go thru 1 more paper. just one more!!! very fast over one. go go go moo moo!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;moo moo has also been very stressed up because every single paper has been a killer paper =((&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;so anyways, im gonna go surf the net, look for songs for moo moo's sister wedding and go shoppping online!! whee i have updated a few more shopping links at the side bar. hahahahahhaa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ok ciaos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;p.s: moo moo was so sweet and brightened up my day today, he came over to pass me his cashcard cause i needed one to print my exam notification slip in school and accompanied me for a while before going home to mug again ((= (and then i sun bian borrowed his liquid paper also!! hahahaha.) hehe thank you darling!!! love u.. just 2 more days to go!&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/19927786-8894768344071860608?l=unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/8894768344071860608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19927786&amp;postID=8894768344071860608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19927786/posts/default/8894768344071860608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19927786/posts/default/8894768344071860608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com/2009/04/whee.html' title='whee!'/><author><name>Medeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08145859573945414217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19927786.post-6875876362658433213</id><published>2009-04-24T00:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T00:18:13.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>secretcode</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;smaxeretfarettebeblliwgnihtyreveepohi.ebotdesuewsuehtssimodyllaeri,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;eromuoyevolotdiarfamiesuacebstiebyam,doirepmaxeehtstiebyam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;ebotdesuewsuehtssimi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19927786-6875876362658433213?l=unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/6875876362658433213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19927786&amp;postID=6875876362658433213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19927786/posts/default/6875876362658433213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19927786/posts/default/6875876362658433213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com/2009/04/secretcode.html' title='secretcode'/><author><name>Medeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08145859573945414217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19927786.post-1937593167225753883</id><published>2009-04-22T23:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T23:35:29.548+08:00</updated><title type='text'>waiting waiting for 29th to come!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;today was just another ordinary day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had driving at 4pm which turned out to be just like any other ordinary lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then had piano at 6.30pm which too, turned out to be like any other ordinary lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;came home... bummed about, watched tv, surfed the net blah blah like any other ordinary evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i really had a very ordinary day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so boring right????? i know. =(((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyways!! on a random note: i think girls who have thick very obvious unplucked eyebrows look damn funny/weird. look v erm... MAN. especially when they wear sexy clothes, put on make up to look pretty pretty then when you look up at their faces, you realise something is not right and then you scrutinize further and realise its the eyebrows!!!! wha lao eh. you put on make up wear nice clothes to look pretty, then what happened to your eyebrow!?!?!?!? *giggles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh heh will share w moo moo n gossip later. hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a even more random note: i have a cat (which i finally have to agree w moo), not a dog at home because pappy got frightened by a gust of wind that she came running, desperate to have me carry her. scaredy cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yays, tmr i'll be studying w ah bu. i need to study so badly. i studied the first 3 lects the other day and i need to complete the rest by 2 days so i can revise all thru again. I NEED TO STUDY!!!!!!!!!!!!!! and print the articles tmr in school. sighs so sad ok. i hope i can remember everything. =(((&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19927786-1937593167225753883?l=unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/1937593167225753883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19927786&amp;postID=1937593167225753883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19927786/posts/default/1937593167225753883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19927786/posts/default/1937593167225753883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com/2009/04/waiting-waiting-for-29th-to-come.html' title='waiting waiting for 29th to come!'/><author><name>Medeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08145859573945414217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19927786.post-4471479315953380780</id><published>2009-04-21T20:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T20:11:39.054+08:00</updated><title type='text'>damn sad</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i am damn sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my samsung phone died-ed on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i used my old nokia phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then.. i dropped it into the toilet bowl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW BOTH MY PHONES ARE SPOILED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;='''(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i gotta use my dad's old old phone which has a lot of dust beneath the screen. wth i dont know how the dust got there. but u get my drift- old.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19927786-4471479315953380780?l=unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/4471479315953380780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19927786&amp;postID=4471479315953380780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19927786/posts/default/4471479315953380780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19927786/posts/default/4471479315953380780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com/2009/04/damn-sad.html' title='damn sad'/><author><name>Medeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08145859573945414217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19927786.post-8724126499204528003</id><published>2009-04-17T22:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T00:40:15.759+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bday dinner</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;met lijia for dinner @ westmall's mayim. it was his birthday treat for me ((= thanks dude!!! and then met up with the sec sch gang - meigee, jeremy, charlene, samuel and lijia for "supper". they came over and fussed over pappy for a while and she of course, enjoyed the attention she was given. haha silly pappy. anyways! it was nice meeting them, i'd always get this funny feeling when im w the sec sch pple. the kind of familarity and dependence, something like family. i dont know how to explain, but i feel very very very comfortable around them, feels very homely, family. like fairfield is a world on its own, and each time i meet up with them, its like visiting that world again, going back to my roots, knowing that i am still who i am, the world outside has not changed me, i feel so right with around them. feels like they understand me no matter how much i've changed, i am still me, and they see the me that i was, always have been and always will be. and i still see them as them, no matter how much they have changed, they are still the ones i know since pri 1 to pri 3 to pri 6 to sec 1 and to sec 4. they keep me on track.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19927786-8724126499204528003?l=unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/8724126499204528003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19927786&amp;postID=8724126499204528003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19927786/posts/default/8724126499204528003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19927786/posts/default/8724126499204528003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com/2009/04/tired-lonely-saturday.html' title='bday dinner'/><author><name>Medeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08145859573945414217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19927786.post-917093308795384463</id><published>2009-04-16T22:35:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T23:21:08.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'>home alone</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;boo... im gonna be home alone with the fat dog for 4 days because my parents will be jetting off to genting for some poker, blackjack, jackpot action tmr morning. not going to envy them because it will be my turn in about a months time!!!!!!!! wheeeeeeeeeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moo moo just had his first paper today and 4 more to go!!!!! i cant wait for the 29th of apr to come ((=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder if i am still meeting ah bu to study tmr she has MIA-ed. wells, i gotta start studying for my paper on the 27th too!!!! bloody hell. one bloody careless mistake cost me $1,500 plus 5 months of my life. argh. too late for regrets now, i will try to get a distinction if i can for this paper. *angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways.... PLS DO WATCH THIS VIDEO BELOW!!!! damn touching...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object height="322" width="512"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://d.yimg.com/static.video.yahoo.com/yep/YV_YEP.swf?ver=2.2.40"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="AllowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#000000"&gt;&lt;param name="flashVars" value="id=12964979&amp;amp;vid=4863134&amp;amp;lang=en-gb&amp;amp;intl=sg&amp;amp;thumbUrl=http%3A//l.yimg.com/a/p/i/bcst/videosearch/8332/83622614.jpeg&amp;amp;embed=1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://d.yimg.com/static.video.yahoo.com/yep/YV_YEP.swf?ver=2.2.40" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="512" height="322" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" bgcolor="#000000" flashvars="id=12964979&amp;vid=4863134&amp;lang=en-gb&amp;intl=sg&amp;thumbUrl=http%3A//l.yimg.com/a/p/i/bcst/videosearch/8332/83622614.jpeg&amp;embed=1"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sg.video.yahoo.com/watch/4863134/12964979"&gt;Susan Boyle on Britains Got Talent 2009!! 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Video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19927786-917093308795384463?l=unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/917093308795384463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19927786&amp;postID=917093308795384463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19927786/posts/default/917093308795384463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19927786/posts/default/917093308795384463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com/2009/04/home-alone.html' title='home alone'/><author><name>Medeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08145859573945414217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19927786.post-3826024938846350350</id><published>2009-04-08T11:37:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T00:57:40.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>08.04.09 bday celebration ((=</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;whee! happy birthday to me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yet another year older ((=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyways!!!!!! er.. life goes on as usual. had tuition in the morning at 9.30am and then driving at 12pm. so sad right? hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;came home..bummed about, facebooked and piano-ed for a few hours before moo moo came over for the cake cutting ceremony!!! ((=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://s229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/our%20little%20loves/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P4070178-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 328px; HEIGHT: 279px" height="910" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/our%20little%20loves/P4070178-1.jpg" width="495" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tell u ah the cake is super delicious ok!! if you love durians you'd love this! its 90% durian puree, pure pure durian and 10% sponge cake. my daddy bought it from goodwood park hotel, famous for their durian puff. if you think the puffs were the nicest durian confectionary item u've eaten, then you havent tried their durian mousse cake, its is 10000 x better!! no cream at all!!! its toally edible!!! by edible i mean no wastage!! no need to clear away cream or whatsoever. the durian was just heavenly, as good as eating durian if not even more shiok!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://s229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/us%20and%20friends/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P4070192-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 326px; HEIGHT: 257px" height="758" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/us%20and%20friends/P4070192-1.jpg" width="510" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://s229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P4070196-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 229px; HEIGHT: 328px" height="970" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/P4070196-1.jpg" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://s229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P4070185-2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 229px; HEIGHT: 360px" height="903" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/P4070185-2.jpg" width="217" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://s229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P4070207-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 228px; HEIGHT: 335px" height="999" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/P4070207-1.jpg" width="260" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://s229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P4070208-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 232px; HEIGHT: 353px" height="944" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/P4070208-1.jpg" width="184" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after the cake cutting session/photo-taking session, us and my parents took the train down to novena for steamboat!! it was a pleasant surprise to find that the drinks are now free flow instead of $1.50 per cup and there was no queue at all! hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as usual, we were stuffed from the steamboat session. food was you know.. normal. nothing fantastic but for that kind of price ($16++/pax) its pretty satisfying. the food wasnt bad, the teppanyaki was nice, there were live prawns, crabs, chocolate fondue and all other meat/seafood to fill you up and now theres even free flow of drinks! whats there to complain about? hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cabbed home and i learnt something new.. never flag for a cab around a bend because they cant see you beforehand and they cant stop in time for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyways, came home before going down to meet my bro at 11pm for him to pass me my bday pressie from him and his gf. whoa i feel bad/weird/funny. in my 22 years of life, this is the first time he wished me happy birthday and got me a pressie. you say weird or not? and i feel bad because he had to spend money to get me a gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://s229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/our%20little%20loves/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P4070232.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 328px; HEIGHT: 257px" height="700" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/our%20little%20loves/P4070232.jpg" width="391" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://s229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/our%20little%20loves/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P4080234.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 329px; HEIGHT: 243px" height="760" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/our%20little%20loves/P4080234.jpg" width="690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well my day didnt just end there. moo moo gave me a surprise by buying this super nice chocolate icecream and he brought along a candle to have a mini celebration w me. wheeee!!!! i was really touched and was so so so happy!!! it was just a simple chocolate icecream and lighted candle, but it really showed how much he wanted me to be happy and it was something so simple and pure that came straight from this heart. and whats more, moo moo is having exams next thurs and time is really precious for him, but yet he was willing to spend that extra hour w me ((= i was really happy moo moo and i love you so much!!!!!! thank you for being so thoughtful and sweet!!!!!! it really made my day ((=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P4070229-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 231px; HEIGHT: 340px" height="991" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/P4070229-1.jpg" width="211" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all in all my 22nd was as wonderful as my 21st because i received precious bday wishes from many dear to me ((=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you all for remembering and for making my day!!! ((=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;p.s: I LOVE YOU LOADS MOO MOO!! I CANT WAIT FOR YOUR EXAMS TO END AND THE TRIP TO GT!! ((=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19927786-3826024938846350350?l=unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/3826024938846350350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19927786&amp;postID=3826024938846350350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19927786/posts/default/3826024938846350350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19927786/posts/default/3826024938846350350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com/2009/04/080409-bday-celebration.html' title='08.04.09 bday celebration ((='/><author><name>Medeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08145859573945414217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/our%20little%20loves/th_P4070178-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19927786.post-3750640795993541453</id><published>2009-04-07T22:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T23:22:22.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>22nd bday w ee gong loves ((=</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;met up with ee gongs @ marina sq's paris international buffet to celebrate my birthday!! initially i had wanted to go to the ngee ann city one but they said they have moved to marina and they have also changed their brand name! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;anyways i missed them truckloads and it was really nice to sit around and gather once again to chat, laugh, tease, gossip, play and just basically laugh, enjoy ourselves and have fun together!! there is never a dull moment with them around and we'd never fail to give our tummies a good workout during gatherings. i love love love them to little teeny bits and i hope we can continue to stay this way no matter what happens. i hope no personal problem will become a barrier to our friendship. e.g. bgr or family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;so anyways, i met moo moo first before jia hopped onto the train at clementi to go marina sq together ((=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;wells, as expected the rest were late but its ok!!!! they had to rush from work/camp and were not very late ((= im glad they all managed to turn up!! (with the exception of ee huimin) thanks sweeties!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i had so much laughters and im really so happy! lishi's bf-andy tiong bought a bengawan solo cake for me on their behalf and shihui bought my curler/straightener (which erm i have already broke the straightener and is planning to bring it for repair with the warranty card)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;heheheheee thanks sweeties! love the pressie and love u all loads!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i hope all of you enjoyed the evening as well as the super expensive dinner (oops, sorry sweeties!!!! thats why i say no need to give ang bao alr!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;expensive it may be, but the company i had was priceless so it was all worth it for me!! ((=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;you know what makes ee gongs so special?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;its not because we always end up with so much fun and laughters (tho part of the reason), its mainly because they're a lot who cherishes the friendships that we all have with each other as well. we put one another's feelings into consideration, care for one another and think for one another. we treat each other like our family members, we have our ups and downs, quarrels and whatnots. but at the end of the day we're always there for each other and thats what i really love about them. we feel bad if anyone is neglected we'd do what we can to help. it is heartwarming to think as i type about all the little things they've done for me, the things that we've done together and the little things we have done for each other. all in all, they're definitely not a selfish lot. i am blessed to find friends like that. they are a precious blessed lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i had a really wonderful evening!!! ((=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;p.s: all pictures in facebook! ((=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19927786-3750640795993541453?l=unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/3750640795993541453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19927786&amp;postID=3750640795993541453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19927786/posts/default/3750640795993541453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19927786/posts/default/3750640795993541453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com/2009/04/22nd-bday-w-ee-gong-loves.html' title='22nd bday w ee gong loves ((='/><author><name>Medeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08145859573945414217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19927786.post-7112052015887875608</id><published>2009-04-02T13:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T13:45:55.527+08:00</updated><title type='text'>backdates!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;met ms soh at jurong point for dinner and some gai gai-ing which i bought a pink top as well as to enquire at 5 stars. hahaha. and as usual, WE GOT LOST WALKING AROUND IN JP!! it would have been surpirsing and out of the ordinary if we DIDNT get lost. yay. each time we go out we have to spare an extra 30 mins to an hr's timeframe for walking in the wrong direction and getting back to the right direction or walk one HUMONGOUS round before reaching our destination. hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, went back to ms soh's house after all that tiring walking and i tried her curler and straighteners before deciding if they should get that as bday pressie for me! hahahaa. my friends are so nice right... i get to choose my bday pressie and on top of that i'd still get ang bao from them. hahahaha. (ms soh, not $1 per person ok). so now i have to decide where to have dinner to celebrate my bday w them on fri!! ((= but i really dont know where i wanna go for dinner le... sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://s229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/us%20and%20friends/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P3290046-2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 227px; HEIGHT: 307px" height="893" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/us%20and%20friends/P3290046-2.jpg" width="228" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://s229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/us%20and%20friends/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P3290047-2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 227px; HEIGHT: 308px" height="892" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/us%20and%20friends/P3290047-2.jpg" width="282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ms soh i think i want to buy that top!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/us%20and%20friends/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Eegongs.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 343px; HEIGHT: 327px" height="906" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/us%20and%20friends/Eegongs.jpg" width="419" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/us%20and%20friends/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P3300076-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 230px; HEIGHT: 298px" height="924" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/us%20and%20friends/P3300076-1.jpg" width="302" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://s229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P3300056-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 226px; HEIGHT: 295px" height="996" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/P3300056-1.jpg" width="153" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ms soh and me and my beautiful hair. hahahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P3300057-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 225px; HEIGHT: 314px" height="962" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/P3300057-1.jpg" width="147" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i doubt i'll use the curler a lot because im not used to looking older. hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;so anyways!! i had so much fun w her and i love love love her to bits!!!!!! ((=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19927786-7112052015887875608?l=unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/7112052015887875608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19927786&amp;postID=7112052015887875608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19927786/posts/default/7112052015887875608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19927786/posts/default/7112052015887875608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com/2009/04/backdates.html' title='backdates!'/><author><name>Medeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08145859573945414217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/us%20and%20friends/th_P3290046-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19927786.post-3966112833676616232</id><published>2009-03-31T13:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T22:35:09.967+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rasa sentosa food tasting</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;moo's sister invited us to her wedding dinner's food tasting at rasa sentosa! so i met moo in the evening straight after his lessons and off we took the mrt to habourfront. so anyways to digress, i realised im greatly affected by the bloody expensive public transport because i top up $10 every 2 to 3 days. wth right. and i dont even travel much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways! to sum up the dining experience, rasa really was a disappointment. food was nothing special at all unless you consider having bakkwa on the cold dish as erm special?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;most of the food was damn salty and the ee fu mian tastes like maggie mee. my only favourite was the dessert - dont know what hashima thing w dont know what got longan and red dates. and the service was comparable to some pizza hut/kfc kind of service. both the waiter and the waitress were a clueless pair. seems like they've not gone thru any training at all. what the hell right. so disappointing. its a nice and romantic place in general but the restaurant spoils it all cause the food sucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19927786-3966112833676616232?l=unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/3966112833676616232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19927786&amp;postID=3966112833676616232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19927786/posts/default/3966112833676616232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19927786/posts/default/3966112833676616232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com/2009/04/rasa-sentosa-food-tasting.html' title='rasa sentosa food tasting'/><author><name>Medeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08145859573945414217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19927786.post-7536502802924581760</id><published>2009-03-28T22:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T23:23:33.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>28th march- new cammie! ((=</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;had lessons in the morning and finally handed up our last project!!! wheee! so its revision and exams on the 27th apr (same as moo moo!) and i can look forward to a pending holiday ((=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met moo moo at 5pm and i went for driving at eunos while moo moo went to sim lim. WHEE my driving is so far so good. except the slope in the circuit. i still cant pull the handbrake i have no idea why. shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, met moo at sim lim after driving and guess what?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOO MOO BOUGHT A CAMMIE FOR ME!!!!!!!!!!! HAHAHA. THANK YOU MOO MOO!!! he has been looking at cams w me but it didnt occur to me he might get one for me ((=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehehe thanks moo moo... i love the cam so much! and love you loads n loads too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moo moo got pissed w the sales person selling him the cam. and anyways, to cut the unhappy long story short, DONT GO "CAMERATALK" ON THE 2ND FLOOR OF SIM LIM. THEY ARE NOT V ETHICAL. WILL TRY TO SELL/GIVE U 2ND STUFFS AND RIP U OFF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so there. dont go to that shop ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyways!!! moo moo wanted to have pizza hut we went to bugis street looking for pizza hut, but alas there was no pizza hut, so we went PS instead! and once we got settled in pizza hut we started playing w the cam and was still busy with it till our food came. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went back to moo moo's house and we fell asleep again after listening to mrbrown's podcasts and playing w facebook. geesh. we're a couple of sleepyheads. hahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then moo moo rode me home around 3 plus and you know what!!! when i reached home i saw a baby cockroach near my shoe rack and i very calmly went to look for the insecticide but couldnt find it and i remembered my pesticide for plants and i took it and KILLED THE BABY COCKROACH!! WHEEEEEEEEEE!! BUT THEN I REALISED IT CAN FLY SO IT SCARED THE HELL OUT OF ME FIRST. im sucha saddist but im so happy it died. i slept v peacefully after that ((=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyways, here some pics we took w the new cammie ((=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://s229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P3280017.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 310px; HEIGHT: 234px" height="634" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/P3280017.jpg" width="687" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://s229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P3280018.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 312px; HEIGHT: 235px" height="680" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/P3280018.jpg" width="670" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://s229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P3280010.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 238px; HEIGHT: 334px" height="975" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/P3280010.jpg" width="436" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://s229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P3280020.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 239px; HEIGHT: 335px" height="938" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/P3280020.jpg" width="463" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://s229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P3280024.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 237px; HEIGHT: 340px" height="949" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/P3280024.jpg" width="441" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://s229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P3280030.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 237px; HEIGHT: 342px" height="878" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/P3280030.jpg" width="370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://s229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P3280031.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 237px; HEIGHT: 337px" height="881" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/P3280031.jpg" width="441" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://s229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P3280037.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 237px; HEIGHT: 337px" height="880" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/P3280037.jpg" width="319" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and of course i had to used my old cammie to take my new cammie! ((=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://s229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/our%20little%20loves/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF7538.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 306px; HEIGHT: 243px" height="662" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/our%20little%20loves/DSCF7538.jpg" width="632" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://s229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/our%20little%20loves/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF7539.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 305px; HEIGHT: 242px" height="649" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/our%20little%20loves/DSCF7539.jpg" width="667" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://s229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/our%20little%20loves/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF7537.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 307px; HEIGHT: 255px" height="580" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/our%20little%20loves/DSCF7537.jpg" width="473" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;((=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once again, thank you moo moo for the birthday pressie, i like it very very much ((= love u loads!&lt;br /&gt;we will take more pictures!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19927786-7536502802924581760?l=unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/7536502802924581760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19927786&amp;postID=7536502802924581760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19927786/posts/default/7536502802924581760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19927786/posts/default/7536502802924581760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com/2009/03/had-lessons-in-morning-and-finally.html' title='28th march- new cammie! ((='/><author><name>Medeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08145859573945414217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/our%20little%20loves/th_DSCF7538.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19927786.post-3945258284288546684</id><published>2009-03-26T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T23:09:28.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>heartshaped bakkwa</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i found this in the pack of bak kwas:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://s229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/our%20little%20loves/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF7534.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 309px; HEIGHT: 256px" height="723" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/our%20little%20loves/DSCF7534.jpg" width="500" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://s229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/our%20little%20loves/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF7530.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 309px; HEIGHT: 248px" height="720" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/our%20little%20loves/DSCF7530.jpg" width="408" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO CUTE RIGHT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;love loves ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19927786-3945258284288546684?l=unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/3945258284288546684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19927786&amp;postID=3945258284288546684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19927786/posts/default/3945258284288546684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19927786/posts/default/3945258284288546684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com/2009/03/heartshaped-bakkwa.html' title='heartshaped bakkwa'/><author><name>Medeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08145859573945414217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/our%20little%20loves/th_DSCF7534.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19927786.post-6757439804122918146</id><published>2009-03-23T19:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T19:55:02.025+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mcgriddles surprise from moo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;had tuition as usual in the morning and met moo moo for lunch!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;moo moo was so sweet, he bought me my favouritest mcgriddles and a packet of vapour drops for my throat! much loves moo! ((=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;we had our lunch at one of the voidecks and then sat there to chat for a while before moo sent me to the train station because i had to go for driving lessons ((=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;it was a simple happy lunch spent w moo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;While it is faith that makes all things possible, it is love that makes all things easy.                                                                       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;- Evan H. Hopkins &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19927786-6757439804122918146?l=unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/6757439804122918146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19927786&amp;postID=6757439804122918146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19927786/posts/default/6757439804122918146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19927786/posts/default/6757439804122918146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com/2009/03/mcgriddles-surprise-from-moo.html' title='mcgriddles surprise from moo'/><author><name>Medeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08145859573945414217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19927786.post-7059527456375565655</id><published>2009-03-21T15:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T20:49:31.048+08:00</updated><title type='text'>updates</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;21.03.09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF7527.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 242px; HEIGHT: 324px" height="904" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/DSCF7527.jpg" width="352" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WE WORE THE SAME CLOTHES AS WE DID IN THAT PICTURE ON THE LEFT SIDE BAR. HAHAHA. CAN YOU SPOT THE DIFFERENCE THOUGH? (besides the pose la although i know our pose is almost always the same one. hahaha.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, had school in the morning and as usual this sem, im not bothered to bring my notes not because i havent printed them but i left ALL my notes in mc and am too lazy to lug them home. lesson was as usual too, funny and interesting because of geoffery. he's the most wonderfullest teacher i've ever had!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, after lessons i went home to rest for a bit because i was kind of sick. started sneezing like crazy a few days back and then booo there comes the sorethroat and cough and runny nose. i think i caught the bug from my student. %^&amp;amp;#@^* and im afraid i might pass it to my other students, BUT THEN i refuse to call in sick because i hate makeup lessons. haha. i very selfish hor. oops. i hope none of them catches the flu bug, otherwise i would feel so guilty =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, met moo at 5.30pm in the evening to go for my driving lesson at eunos (wth so far right) which was at 6pm! we were supposed to meet at 5pm but then i overslept and moo forgot abt the time while studying. haha. so we rushed and rushed, and decided that it was too late to take the train thus we took a cab down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and still! i was late. hahaha. for about 10 mins? argh. anyways, i had to go eunos for driving lessons because my instructor booked a circuit slot for me at ubi driving centre. argh. wells, lesson that day was a disaster because everything sucked except the S-course. and my instructor kept telling me to go gym because i had difficulty pulling the hand gear. he even advised me to change to auto because im under 50kg. WHAT RUBBISH IS THAT. many pple under 50kg have passed the exam. and i refuse to change. i suck at driving, but im gonna practice till i can pass. humph. *growls*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, after the horrible experience in the circuit, met up with moo again who waited for me at the coffeeshop nearby. thank you moo moo for accompanying me ((=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the place was ulu like shit and we walked and walked and finally saw a busstop!!! had to go toh payoh to take a bus to vivo because there was no buses going anywhere near vivo much less going directly there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we had dinner at kim gary hk resturant because the food there is cheap and nice!!! well most of it la. i had twin sauce chicken chop spag and moo had this curry cheese fish fillet w rice. then we had this wanton side order thing which was just ok. moo had a coconut mango drink which was nice! it was milky milky and mangoish. i had this hot green tea w lemon and honey which i think i could replicate it on my own i suppose. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the time we finished dinner, the shops were all closing alr. so we went back to bb where moo parked his bike at my house and we went to his house for a movie! watched starsky and hutch. hehe i like owen wilson!! so anyways, it was a long day and we were tired moos then we fell asleep for a while before moo sent me home ((=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;p.s: i've decided to use bigger font size and its easier to read now!!! ((=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19927786-7059527456375565655?l=unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/7059527456375565655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19927786&amp;postID=7059527456375565655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19927786/posts/default/7059527456375565655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19927786/posts/default/7059527456375565655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com/2009/03/updates.html' title='updates'/><author><name>Medeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08145859573945414217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19927786.post-1967339959970545013</id><published>2009-03-20T14:45:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T19:16:59.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;being in a relationship for the past 20 months definitely has taught me many things, particularly love alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people always ask what is love? how in world do you know if you're in love. what is love? what is true love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to me i think love is just simply love alone. love has no conditions. if you love, you love. if you dont, you dont.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you love a person, you go the extra mile to do extra things, put in extra efforts because you want to. because it makes you happy to see the other person happy, to want to love the other person, because you just love him/her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it doesnt matter what you get back in return unless you're talking about getting back negative responses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you love a person, you put in the extra effort because you love, the other person will do the same in return to show his/her love. and we support and encourage each other this way. pls correct me if i am wrong. or does it not work this way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or does it work this way instead... if you love a person, you put in the extra effort because you love, the other person should show appreciation, but it doesnt matter if he/she does not do the same in return to show his/her love? is this true love from the other person? show appreciation, but is not able to return that love? i doubt so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you love the person, you dont just go through the motion, you do it because you want to, not because someone told you to. if you love the person, you will not forget to show love and take care of your partner's feelings. you will not forget, you will not neglect. if you did, your love isnt true. you will get tired from doing it because it didnt come from your heart. you're doing it because you have to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people like that have excuses for everything that they do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love and trust are among virtues for a healthy relationship. and of course, love is the base of all virtues to follow, so if your love isnt true, dont expect to be trusted. love isnt selfish, but once you find yourself being selfish, taking care of your own needs only, your own feelings, not bothering to care for your other half, your love isnt true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love is just simply love, love has no conditions, love isnt selfish, love is doing things because you want to not because you want to get something in return. love is simply love. if you love, you love, there isnt reasons for it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love isnt to be seen nor heard. love isnt just saying i love you, love isnt just seeing the words i love you on sms nor hear the words before i go to bed. it is feeling it from my heart and returning it from my heart. doing it from my heart. love uses the heart to communicate, not your 5 senses. it doesnt work that way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19927786-1967339959970545013?l=unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/1967339959970545013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19927786&amp;postID=1967339959970545013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19927786/posts/default/1967339959970545013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19927786/posts/default/1967339959970545013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com/2009/03/love.html' title='love'/><author><name>Medeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08145859573945414217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19927786.post-381253154766924336</id><published>2009-03-17T23:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T19:17:22.392+08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 STEPS TO Be A Better Couple</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Found this while reading thru my old emails... i think its pretty encouraging. i admit, i am a horrible girlfriend. Darling has been patient with me and im thankful for that. I'll try to be a better girlfriend ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then of course, it takes two to clap.. right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;10 STEPS TO Be A Better Couple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;1. Be realistic about each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Don't try to turn ur partner into something he or she is not. Let's face it, guys-there's only 1 Pamela Anderson in the world, and even she has had her implants removed! Give ur gal a break and understand that her physical appearance is NOT going to change overnite with the help of a few facials or treatments. And ladies, Brad Pitt has already been taken, so u're gonna have to do with what ur guy is like! Chill out, love each other for what u are. There is more to ur partner than what meets the eye. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;2. Always talk things out.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Now guys, I know this is not ur fave pastime or mode of resolving issues, but u know what? This works with the gals. Don't make assumptions about each other's feelings. Learn to xpress urself better so that ur partner undrstands what u're angry about, or hurt about, or even happy about! When u stop talking to each other from the heart, it's the beginning of the end. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;3. Do stuff together.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Make an effort to do t hings together. Do some sports or involve urselves in some shared activities; something both of u enjoy or are interested in. It could be as simple as watching movies together, or jus strolling hand-in-hand down Orchard Road. Watch soccor with him once in a while though the green patch on TV puts u to sleep in 3 seconds. And guys, do give in if ur gal asks for another day at window-shopping, rather than suggest that she go out with her girlfriends for 'that sort of activities' instead. If u're spending more time with ur friends rather than with ur partner, it's a warning sign that u're drifting apart!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;4. Meet each other halfway.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If he agrees to throw out that rotten T-shirt with the 'The_Rock' print, u shouldn't kick up much of a fuss if he asks u to keep ur room tidy... There's gotta be a little giving and taking in a relationship, so learn to meet each other halfway. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;5. Show ur love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Buy her flowers or candy or perfume everynow and then, even if u have been together for 5years. It's wonderful to continue showing someone that u care for him or her. Cook him a special meal, paint him a Valentine's Day card. Knit him mini-socks he can't wear ( like for decoration purposes ), buy him a packet of milk for breakfast, or pack his wardrobe for him...so he knows u can still be romantic and loving despite having been together for quite a while. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;6. Respect each other.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Stop making jokes about her hair or skin, or whatever it is u love to laugh at. Ask urself if she thinks if its funny. And if he has an inferiority complex about his height, stop ogling at tall guys and make him feel worse! Love is about respecting each other's feelings and being sensitive to each other at all times. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;7. Bury the past.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Stop bringing up the past. Gals..don't bring up the happy things about u and ur ex to ur guy, it would jus make him jealous or unhappy. And guys, don't talk about the happy times that u had with ur ex or mention about her in ur every other sentence as it would make ur gal feel un-happy and she might think that u saying all this b'cos u are gonna get back with ur ex or not interested in her anymore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;8. Sit on ur jealousy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;All of us go thru' spells of insecurity at the beginning of the relationship, but don't translate that insecurity into jealousy. If u're gonna go through ur partner's mail and cupboard, and eavesdropping on conversations, u know something is wrong - with u!!! Jealousy is like a poison that slowly spreads thru' the relationship before finall y killing it. Trust ur partner; love has to have trust in it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;9. Keep ur commitments to each other.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If ur partner is standing u up all the time and cancelling dates and breaking promises, u need to talk! If u're in a relationship, make ur partner ur priority and don't disappoint them if u can help it. It's really terrible when someone promises to take u to dinner, and then calls to cancel it. Don't make promises u can't keep. If ur partner starts to feel that he/she is not important enough to u, u may jus lose him/her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;10. Be honest.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Honesty is not scowling at how awful she looks first thing in the morning, or telling him that he has the biceps of a fly~! When we say 'be honest', we mean expressing ur feelings clearly, not being bitingly cruel. When u're hurt, say so, and when u're angry, tell him/her, w/o getting hysterical. If u can't be honest with ur partner, who can u be honest with? Love is also about honesty, and a relationship where no honesty exists probably isn't worth it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19927786-381253154766924336?l=unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/381253154766924336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19927786&amp;postID=381253154766924336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19927786/posts/default/381253154766924336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19927786/posts/default/381253154766924336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com/2009/03/10-steps-to-be-better-couple.html' title='10 STEPS TO Be A Better Couple'/><author><name>Medeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08145859573945414217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19927786.post-4057606396212315432</id><published>2009-03-16T20:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T19:17:38.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>job interview</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;pro:&lt;br /&gt;1) more pay&lt;br /&gt;2) good experience&lt;br /&gt;3) good for resume&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;con:&lt;br /&gt;1) less time&lt;br /&gt;2) more stress&lt;br /&gt;3) cant do what i like to do anymore&lt;br /&gt;4) might not be able to go for trip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i hope i my job interview will not be successful tomorrow so i will not have to fret if i should accept the job or not =((&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19927786-4057606396212315432?l=unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/4057606396212315432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19927786&amp;postID=4057606396212315432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19927786/posts/default/4057606396212315432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19927786/posts/default/4057606396212315432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com/2009/03/job-interview.html' title='job interview'/><author><name>Medeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08145859573945414217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19927786.post-7432702891469292093</id><published>2009-03-15T22:58:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T19:18:03.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>klutz in r/s</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;school really sucks without the company of jiajia and shihui. i've become sucha klutz without the two of you. i have ZERO motivation to study. i dont bother bringing the right set of notes (or i dont even bother to bring anymore), never bothered to sign attendence anymore (tho i finally did last week to sign for all lectures) and i dont really give two hoots about projects anymore. i have become the ultimate slacker of all times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe i just love my girls so much! shihui just smsed me this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;mad your bday coming wor . Pick a date we go out celeb tgthr! =)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i replied:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hehe Okie! Me will choose a date soon! See you soon soon soon k! =)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shihui:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;haha. remember to choose and message everybody and think of what present you want ok! see you soon too.. :*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exactly what she said, loves to call me MAD, typo spacing error, short forms and all. haha ((=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was just a simple sms but it did a wonderful job showing me how much she cares and it really brightened my day and friends who bothers about how you feel and truly care are hard to come by, ((= thank you girl! missed you so much! love you loads! and i hope to see all of you soon!! ((=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;being in a relationship is a funny thing. its all about love, yet its more than just love alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19927786-7432702891469292093?l=unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/7432702891469292093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19927786&amp;postID=7432702891469292093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19927786/posts/default/7432702891469292093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19927786/posts/default/7432702891469292093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com/2009/03/klutz-in-rs.html' title='klutz in r/s'/><author><name>Medeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08145859573945414217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19927786.post-2593415748124357181</id><published>2009-03-14T21:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T19:18:17.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy ever after?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;havent been exactly in my best of mood recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been having disturbing dreams. i really wish i could STOP HAVING DREAMS FOR ONCE IN MY LIFE because they really disturb my sleep i cant sleep well at all. i dream of killing and running away from worms and cockroaches, pple chasing me, kidnapping me, exgfs snatching bf away, friends dying, me quarreling with my mum, quarreling with gavian and whatnots. super duper bloody disturbing ok. i frequently wake up feeling angry, sad, crying and scared, but yet relieved because it was all just a dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how to start a good day rolling out of the right side of the bed when i dont wake up from a good dream?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19927786-2593415748124357181?l=unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/2593415748124357181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19927786&amp;postID=2593415748124357181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19927786/posts/default/2593415748124357181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19927786/posts/default/2593415748124357181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-ever-after.html' title='happy ever after?'/><author><name>Medeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08145859573945414217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19927786.post-8480023999782285809</id><published>2009-03-11T23:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T19:18:37.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>backdates</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;went gai gai-ing w dearest jiajia and shopped for only a mere 3 hours and thats it, we were so tired alr. haha. mine feet was hurting dont know why and hers was aching. shit we are becoming like some old women alr. i know why... must be we dont exercise. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well anyways, it was time well spent ((= i bought a dress, a blouse, a pair of socks for my flats and a formal skirt. jia bought a new bag (as usual). haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i brought my cam along to take some pics but then i forgot about it. its been so long since i last went on a date with wjj! haha i still rem how often we do that while we were single and the rest were attached.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had fun w you dear!! MUST MEET UP W THE REST SOON ((=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;MY BIRTHDAY IS COMING PPLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ((=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;IT IS MY &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2nd 21st&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I INSIST!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;*lalalalalaalaaaaaaa* =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;the 11th of march rings a sad note in my head. and is proven its aint a good day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19927786-8480023999782285809?l=unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/8480023999782285809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19927786&amp;postID=8480023999782285809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19927786/posts/default/8480023999782285809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19927786/posts/default/8480023999782285809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com/2009/03/backdates.html' title='backdates'/><author><name>Medeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08145859573945414217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19927786.post-6716234237318137866</id><published>2009-03-09T22:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T19:19:14.147+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cute catz</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i found a really really good site that has asztremeli kutez kitti peekturez and and and kaptionz!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.icanhascheezburger.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;http://www.icanhascheezburger.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUPER CUTE OK!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/icanhascheezburger/?action=view&amp;amp;current=cutecatbacon.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/icanhascheezburger/cutecatbacon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/icanhascheezburger/?action=view&amp;amp;current=cutecatconfused.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/icanhascheezburger/cutecatconfused.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/icanhascheezburger/?action=view&amp;amp;current=cutecatelectrokitten.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/icanhascheezburger/cutecatelectrokitten.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/icanhascheezburger/?action=view&amp;amp;current=cutecathalp.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/icanhascheezburger/cutecathalp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/icanhascheezburger/?action=view&amp;amp;current=cutecathedidit.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/icanhascheezburger/cutecathedidit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/icanhascheezburger/?action=view&amp;amp;current=cutecathighground.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/icanhascheezburger/cutecathighground.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/icanhascheezburger/?action=view&amp;amp;current=cutecatloveinabox.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/icanhascheezburger/cutecatloveinabox.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/icanhascheezburger/?action=view&amp;amp;current=cutecatmilkplz.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/icanhascheezburger/cutecatmilkplz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/icanhascheezburger/?action=view&amp;amp;current=cutecatonefonecall.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/icanhascheezburger/cutecatonefonecall.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/icanhascheezburger/?action=view&amp;amp;current=cutecatprayin.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/icanhascheezburger/cutecatprayin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/icanhascheezburger/?action=view&amp;amp;current=cutecatvalentinekitten.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/icanhascheezburger/cutecatvalentinekitten.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i copied till page 19 and there are 411 pages to go. i sewiously cannutz getz enuffs of theze fluffie kutie piez. hahahahaha. sorweh, i got influwenzed by the captionz. hahahaha. okok i shall stop it. hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whee. anyways, i cant wait to go gai gai with jia on wed. wjj dont suddenly ps me ok!!!!!! i havent been gai gai-ing since dec. i cant believe it. me the one who has all the time in the world has not gone gai gai-ing for 3 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and and and!! i drove in heavy rain today during lesson!! hahahahaha. t'was quite fun. hahahhahahaa. couldnt hear anything my instructor said. hahahahahaha. only left/right. ahhahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i met moo moo after his lessons for a tiny while today and we went to buy sweepstake from this guy in a wheelchair near the interchange. (try try luck mah!!! GOOD LUCK MOO MOOO!!!) and beside him was this irritating insurance agent. and he was trying to sell us his insurance plans yada yada and when we dont seem that interested he tried using a different tactic to get to know us, like asking how old are we. he thought moo was 20 and i was 12? 16? 17? 19? i dont know if he was acting stupid or what. but 12 is seriously kua zhang. 19 still ok la.. faints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyways, me is going to zelebratex moi 2nd 21st birthday in april ((=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW EXCITING. (*grumbles)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19927786-6716234237318137866?l=unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/6716234237318137866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19927786&amp;postID=6716234237318137866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19927786/posts/default/6716234237318137866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19927786/posts/default/6716234237318137866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com/2009/03/cute-catz.html' title='cute catz'/><author><name>Medeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08145859573945414217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/icanhascheezburger/th_cutecatbacon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19927786.post-3550210107572372462</id><published>2009-03-08T21:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T19:19:29.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>one of the many things which irks me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;guys who goes around flirting with girls in school/work place/anywhere/anytime are plain disgusting and desperate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guys who already have a girlfriend but yet goes around knowing girls on friendster/facebook is bloody disgusting and shallow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyone who cheats on their partner is a worthless piece of cowdung to me. being a cowdung is bad enough, being a worthless cowdung is pathetic. if you happen to be my friend, then i probably dont hold you in high regard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then there are the desperate kind of girls who are ready to sleep with anyone, change 10 thousand boyfriend and sleep with every single one of them. hello, why dont you just go sell your backside, at least still can earn some money out of it while being cheap and slutty right? ((=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19927786-3550210107572372462?l=unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/3550210107572372462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19927786&amp;postID=3550210107572372462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19927786/posts/default/3550210107572372462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19927786/posts/default/3550210107572372462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com/2009/03/one-of-many-things-which-irks-me.html' title='one of the many things which irks me'/><author><name>Medeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08145859573945414217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19927786.post-9011035504020030185</id><published>2009-03-06T18:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T19:19:47.818+08:00</updated><title type='text'>moo moo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;moo moo is the best!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am going over to play game and watch movie laters!!! wheeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and moo moo has been racing machoo (my cat in pet society) to earn coins so we can buy her a bed!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the weather is so darn hot today. ARGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sighs. sometimes i think im really so difficult to please, i get irritated even with myself. sighs i resolve to be more patient w moo moo and shower him more love!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;p.s: moo moo thanks for trying your best not to neglect me even though u're really busy with school these few weeks. i love you loads n loads!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19927786-9011035504020030185?l=unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/9011035504020030185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19927786&amp;postID=9011035504020030185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19927786/posts/default/9011035504020030185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19927786/posts/default/9011035504020030185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com/2009/03/moo-moo.html' title='moo moo!'/><author><name>Medeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08145859573945414217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19927786.post-8260964932327568841</id><published>2009-03-05T23:43:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T19:20:07.741+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rainy day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;eh.. whats up with the weather?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rain shine rain shine rain then shine again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reminds me of a garfield comic strip i saw on the newspaper a days back. super funny. i love love garfield comics!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, whats up with the weather?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh. either the weather is making me sick or my wisdom tooth is. i feel like a fever is about to come. to top it off, the extra tooth caused an ulcer on my gums all the way back and its so painful. its difficult to even open my mouth. ouchhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh. im extremely tired i have no idea why. each time i pass by my bed i just feel lying on it and snooze away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm to digress a little, i wonder if there are aliens in the universe. im pretty sure there is. hahaha. i dont believe we're the only living things in this vast universe. maybe aliens dont need oxygen or water to live leh? maybe they need er.. carbon dioxide or maybe fire to live? why MUST they need water and oxygen to live? things on earth needs them does not mean that aliens need them too right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok la.. kinda dreaming alr. alrights. goodnites pple.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19927786-8260964932327568841?l=unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/8260964932327568841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19927786&amp;postID=8260964932327568841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19927786/posts/default/8260964932327568841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19927786/posts/default/8260964932327568841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com/2009/03/rainy-day.html' title='rainy day'/><author><name>Medeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08145859573945414217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19927786.post-2850565835193702234</id><published>2009-03-03T17:05:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T19:20:26.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wisdom tooth</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i am quite certain that my wisdom tooth has finally decided to grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wheee.. dont think i've accquired any more wisdom since its growth, but its definitely making me feel uncomfortable, achy gums and constantly feeling that i've got some food stuck at the back of my teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh, ive been procrastinating the trip to the dentist for ten thousand years, so i guess i'll be forced to visit the dentist this year for sure if my wisdom tooth decides to grow at an awkward angle. =((((((((((((((((((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is as depressing as getting chicken pox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wells, im kinda in a dilemma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met ms soh (LOVE YA GIRL!!!) at bb for lunch today and she asked me if its really so difficult to secure a job now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then i pondered over it and told her no, actually i think it isnt difficult. its only difficult to get something you enjoy doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so my dilemma is.... should i look for a full time job or not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im getting along fine without a full-time-slog-your-heart-out job because my stipends from teaching piano and the daily tuition is keeping me moderately fed and happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i enjoy what im doing now. in fact i LOVE IT. i love teaching piano. and i actually kindof enjoy going for tuition every morning because my student can be quite endearing if he wants to. and it makes me happy. (&lt;em&gt;on a side note: it makes me happy too when i walk through the voidecks of my student's place and see ten thousand cats roaming and mewing at me.&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then there is this freedom factor that no full time job can provide. i am happy being as free as a bird. go for lessons, come home, play w machoo, disturb pappy, go teach piano, sleep, eat blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then again, a full time job offers me more monetary fulfillment as well as putting my dip/degree into good use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so how. bum away or go find a job? sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if i find a job right now before may, i might not be able to go on a trip with darling. and all my plans will be ruined!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (that is unless i am able to find a company that'll allow me take leave la!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wisdom tooth grow alr also no use. i still cant decide what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s: i feel like eating oneh oneh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19927786-2850565835193702234?l=unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/2850565835193702234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19927786&amp;postID=2850565835193702234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19927786/posts/default/2850565835193702234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19927786/posts/default/2850565835193702234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com/2009/03/wisdom-tooth.html' title='wisdom tooth'/><author><name>Medeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08145859573945414217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19927786.post-1854730951147576917</id><published>2009-02-28T21:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T19:20:51.732+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yet another rainy saturday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;woke up at 2pm today to a lazy day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dad bought my favourite mcgriddles for me!! supposedly for breakfast, but it ended up as my lunch. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wells anyways, met moo moo in the evening yesterday and we had dinner at botak jones at clementi before heading off to expo for the travel fair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;headed back to moo moo's house and we watched a movie - journey to the centre of the earth and this bbc documentary about prehistoric sea monsters. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whee! the movie was damn exciting from the beggining to the end so it was damn nice. i love love the bird in the show!! it was so cute!!! i love the part where the bird shaked his head because the boy he was trying to save nearly fell off some magnetic rock. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the bbc documentary was interesting though moo felt that the cinematography was kinda fake. well, technically speaking, IT IS fake because we cant flim real dino documentaries can we? hahaha. but overall, it was interesting to watch how those those digitally enhanced mega huge sea monsters behave in the past. im so glad they're all extinct. mega sharks, crocodiles and whatnots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monsters they truly were, almost indestructible. but none would have foreseen, that they, invincible predators would fall prey to nature itself. given the issue of global warming and disturbing instances of natural disasters from the past years, it got me wondering if we, humans, being at the top of the food chain, will be wiped out by nature's forces because our time like all prehistoric creatures have come to an end? we would never ever know till one day it happens.. right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, heres my lovely lovely pot of roses... and heres the flower which has pollen:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://s229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/our%20little%20loves/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF7508.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 323px; HEIGHT: 217px" height="706" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/our%20little%20loves/DSCF7508.jpg" width="650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the naughty girl:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://s229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/our%20little%20loves/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF7510.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 212px; HEIGHT: 296px" height="955" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/our%20little%20loves/DSCF7510.jpg" width="297" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moo moo and me ((=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://s229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF7521.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 212px; HEIGHT: 299px" height="900" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/DSCF7521.jpg" width="247" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19927786-1854730951147576917?l=unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/1854730951147576917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19927786&amp;postID=1854730951147576917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19927786/posts/default/1854730951147576917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19927786/posts/default/1854730951147576917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com/2009/02/yet-another-rainy-saturday.html' title='yet another rainy saturday'/><author><name>Medeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08145859573945414217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/our%20little%20loves/th_DSCF7508.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19927786.post-5185803438370811400</id><published>2009-02-26T14:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T19:21:11.109+08:00</updated><title type='text'>boredddd</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i am bored to tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been teaching piano, giving tuition, going for driving lessons, playing pet society in facebook, signed up for nuffnang and have only 50% idea of how that thing works, havent been looking for jobs, am doing nothing at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh. bored like dont know what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i am stucked as to what the hell am i gonna do for this year. work? teach piano? slack at home? howwwwwwwwww???????????????????????? i feel a little lost somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna find a job which i like, i wanna continue to teach piano, i wanna continue to teach my tuition student, and i also wanna slack at home. HOWWWWWWWW? i cant do all that at once can i? work slack and teach at the same time. moreover, how in the world am i able to find a job that i like in the midst of this financial turmoil???? i have to stop giving myself excuses to NOT find a job. i have kindof grown accustomed to slacking at home. oh dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have all the time in the world, i am wasting my precious time at home playing w machoo (my beloved pet in pet society), and slacking my life away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh to digress a little, the potted rose plant that moo bought for me has super disgusting worms living in the soil. i found some disgusting dont know which idiot's eggs on the soil ok. like what the hell you know. damn bloody disgusting. i digged them all out and threw the eggs into the toilet bowl. my poor plant has holes in its leaves which i believe the worms are the culprits. and there is also another kind of silvery fast moving worm/insect living in the soil. damn the disgusting. I AM GOING TO BUY INSECTICIDE SOON. KILL ALL THE WORMS. have them die in the soil, fertilize my plant abit. oh perhaps, i will get some fertilizers too. 3 of the roses have er... fallen off/torn/broken off. i have no idea what is happening to my poor plant. is it normal or what??? i need to get to the nursery soon and ask the guy howwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww. someone save my poor plant. other than the flowers falling off and the worms problem, my plant looks fine, happily green, and one of the flowers have pollen in it and i cross my heart and hope the bees wouldnt come flying in otherwise i am going to freak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;le sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so damn bored la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19927786-5185803438370811400?l=unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/5185803438370811400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19927786&amp;postID=5185803438370811400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19927786/posts/default/5185803438370811400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19927786/posts/default/5185803438370811400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com/2009/02/boredddd.html' title='boredddd'/><author><name>Medeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08145859573945414217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19927786.post-3781211238229326756</id><published>2009-02-23T22:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T19:21:32.732+08:00</updated><title type='text'>facial day!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i finished my toner in the morning so i thought i would go over to westmall's faceshop to get another toner before meeting moo moo for lunch. and i swear really, the toner was all i really wanted to get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but somehow besides getting the toner, i ended up with these:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://s229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/our%20little%20loves/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF7456-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 339px; HEIGHT: 233px" height="629" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/our%20little%20loves/DSCF7456-1.jpg" width="797" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://s229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/our%20little%20loves/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF7461-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 341px; HEIGHT: 244px" height="684" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/our%20little%20loves/DSCF7461-1.jpg" width="742" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and gotten myself a member card. hahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19927786-3781211238229326756?l=unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/3781211238229326756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19927786&amp;postID=3781211238229326756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19927786/posts/default/3781211238229326756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19927786/posts/default/3781211238229326756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com/2009/02/facial-day.html' title='facial day!!'/><author><name>Medeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08145859573945414217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/our%20little%20loves/th_DSCF7456-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19927786.post-5681041504113088038</id><published>2009-02-21T20:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T19:22:03.595+08:00</updated><title type='text'>randam day ((=</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;went out w moo moo for dinner in town. had dinner in this turkish cafe at far east. so so yummmmmyyyy!! and after dinner i had my favouritest turkish ice cream. but not before getting tricked first and have me doubling up in fits of laughters. oh anyways, its a must try if u havent!! because the way the turks makes their ice cream is not like those kind of usual ice cream you can find anywhere else. and its especially true for the one sold at anatolia. its the chewiest i've ever eaten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/our%20little%20loves/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF7435.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 334px; HEIGHT: 231px" height="673" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/our%20little%20loves/DSCF7435.jpg" width="631" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF7437-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 244px; HEIGHT: 309px" height="948" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/DSCF7437-1.jpg" width="326" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/?action=view&amp;amp;current=NewFolder2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 326px; HEIGHT: 323px" height="847" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/NewFolder2.jpg" width="715" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;after dinner me n moo walked to PS to get his dad a bday pressie ((= bought a letter opener from caesar. i tell you... i absolutely loveeeeeeeeeee the katanas there ok!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i wanna go sword fighting!!!!!!!!!!!!!! hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to the arcade after that and saw kel n his friend there!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it was back to moo moo's home and we watched i am legend. wheet it was a nice show. i love love love the german shepherd but so sad it had to die =((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF7450-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 242px; HEIGHT: 318px" height="896" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/DSCF7450-1.jpg" width="389" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;((=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19927786-5681041504113088038?l=unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/5681041504113088038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19927786&amp;postID=5681041504113088038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19927786/posts/default/5681041504113088038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19927786/posts/default/5681041504113088038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com/2009/02/randam-day.html' title='randam day ((='/><author><name>Medeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08145859573945414217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/our%20little%20loves/th_DSCF7435.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19927786.post-738674346549341816</id><published>2009-02-20T23:31:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T19:22:20.724+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;argh. feel like i cant breathe. everything is suffocating me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im suffocating myself.&lt;br /&gt;work is suffocating me.&lt;br /&gt;school is suffocating me.&lt;br /&gt;im suffocating myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ive mentioned that already?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im suffocating myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shit. i hope tomorrow faster come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19927786-738674346549341816?l=unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/738674346549341816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19927786&amp;postID=738674346549341816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19927786/posts/default/738674346549341816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19927786/posts/default/738674346549341816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com/2009/02/argh.html' title=''/><author><name>Medeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08145859573945414217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19927786.post-8481069089728045833</id><published>2009-02-19T13:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T19:22:38.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nostalgia</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;booooo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had tuition in the morning and i was late!!!!! argh. oh i think ive not mention that im tutoring one of my piano student for p1 subjects EVERYDAY mon to fri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;initially i woke up at 8am so i can get there in time for lesson at 9.15am. then i realised its only 4 bus stops away so i dont have to wake up so early. so i set my alarm at 8.15am, and it got later and later 8.30am... then 8.35am... and today 8.45am. HAHHAA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder how is ms soh doing at work. hahaha. i missed those days in poly when we always had to panick and fly through the wakeup, brush teeth, wash face, get changed and get out of the house process because we're the late queens of the gang. and when we get to school, esp if its during tutorial lessons, we would stand outside the classroom because we feel to paiseh to barge in, and least get scolded and wait for "da fan shu" to give the class breaktime so we can sneak in without being noticed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when we went to uni, the same prob still existed and we again, have to go thru that same process of rushing and panicking and then reaching class late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i used to give her morning calls if i woke up earlier than her and vice versa. i wonder how does she get thru every morning nowadays waking up at unholy hours of i dont know.. 6am or 7am?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sighs. time flies, everyone is moving on to new chapters in their lives. everyone is busy with school, work, army, camp, and whatnots. i hardly see them anymore. not even once a month. but its ok.. its not the amount of time we spend together, its being able to spend quality time together even if its over just a span of 4 hrs over dinner. those precious moments that we spent laughing together, sharing, connecting and just being there as friends knowing how is everyone leading their lives and if they are well, is simply happiness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19927786-8481069089728045833?l=unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/8481069089728045833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19927786&amp;postID=8481069089728045833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19927786/posts/default/8481069089728045833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19927786/posts/default/8481069089728045833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com/2009/02/nostalgia.html' title='nostalgia'/><author><name>Medeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08145859573945414217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19927786.post-5633543499367780937</id><published>2009-02-17T20:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T19:22:58.115+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kitty cat</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I WANT THIS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://video.msn.com/?mkt=en-us&amp;amp;vid=e689cc5e-bf5a-4fed-9abc-8b58913c4100&amp;amp;playlist=videoByUuids:uuids:8a6f6ce1-0994-4f26-935d-bb32f1271b9f%2Cbe9b7454-7b5f-48b3-890f-abc137aa74b4%2C58c2214c-864a-42ef-83ab-e761ce27b816&amp;amp;from=MSNHP&amp;amp;tab=m1233601335183&amp;amp;gt1=42003"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;http://video.msn.com/?mkt=en-us&amp;amp;vid=e689cc5e-bf5a-4fed-9abc-8b58913c4100&amp;amp;playlist=videoByUuids:uuids:8a6f6ce1-0994-4f26-935d-bb32f1271b9f%2Cbe9b7454-7b5f-48b3-890f-abc137aa74b4%2C58c2214c-864a-42ef-83ab-e761ce27b816&amp;amp;from=MSNHP&amp;amp;tab=m1233601335183&amp;amp;gt1=42003&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19927786-5633543499367780937?l=unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/5633543499367780937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19927786&amp;postID=5633543499367780937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19927786/posts/default/5633543499367780937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19927786/posts/default/5633543499367780937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com/2009/02/kitty-cat.html' title='kitty cat'/><author><name>Medeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08145859573945414217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19927786.post-6691919186952766636</id><published>2009-02-15T23:33:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T19:24:05.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy valentines day! ((=</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY VALENTINES DAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; PPLE!!! (((=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know why, but this year's valentines was especially special for me ((=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was just abso-lovely to be able to spend the entire day with moo moo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i was truly a happy girl every single minute from 11am to 2am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happiness no.1:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moo moo brought me to mcdonalds to have Mcgriddles!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! was so so so happy because ive been wanting to eat Mcgriddles for the longest time ((=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://s229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/valentines%20day%2009/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF7334-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 236px; HEIGHT: 317px" height="917" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/valentines%20day%2009/DSCF7334-1.jpg" width="539" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;after breakfast @ jurong east station ((=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;happiness no.2:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moo moo gave me an entire pot of roses for valentines!!!! i love love love the roses so muchhhie!!!!!! i will take good care of it!!!!!! i'll water it and bring them for suntanning session everday!!! thank you darling!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/valentines%20day%2009/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF7426.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 237px; HEIGHT: 299px" height="919" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/valentines%20day%2009/DSCF7426.jpg" width="398" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/valentines%20day%2009/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF7425.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 238px; HEIGHT: 323px" height="914" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/valentines%20day%2009/DSCF7425.jpg" width="468" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;happiness no.3:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moo moo brought me to sing kbox. hahahhaa. this is the first time i went kbox alone w moo moo!!!! sang so many english songs and the system for english songs sucks man. we had fun hitting, or rather, not hitting the high notes ((=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://s229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/valentines%20day%2009/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF7341-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 236px; HEIGHT: 325px" height="852" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/valentines%20day%2009/DSCF7341-1.jpg" width="393" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;happiness no.4:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;moo moo brought me to parkmall for dinner at this kublai khan mongolian international buffet. wheeeeeeeeee~!! here i had my abso-satisfying feast of chocolate fondue. the food was not too bad, but wouldnt be back there again cause we're gonna go feast on another international buffet at taka instead the next time. anyways, we ate so much food ok!!!!! and i love love love fondues!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;no pictures because we were too hungry i forgot to take!!!!! =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;happiness no.5:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moo moo brought me to taka and I BOUGHT MY EEL WALLET!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I AM SO HAPPY OK!!!!!!!!!! love love love my wallet. cost me quite a bit of money, but its all worth it because i love love love it ((=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://s229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/valentines%20day%2009/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF7431.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 327px; HEIGHT: 230px" height="688" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/valentines%20day%2009/DSCF7431.jpg" width="508" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;happiness no.6:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went back to BB and moo moo surprised me with part 2 of valentines plans. moo moo rode us to the hendersons waves bridge. it was quite scary because the floor has gaps inbetween. argh. but nontheless, it is a very very nice and romantic place. but could have been nicer and romantic-er if there werent so many groups of noisy pple around. but anyways, i dont mind going back there again!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! love the area where we can lie down and rest except that the gaps on the floor kinda freaks me out so its hard to relax. hahahhaa. my palms are sweating as i think about the gaps. hahaha. those who know me should know heights tops my list of fears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://s229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/valentines%20day%2009/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF7346-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 237px; HEIGHT: 326px" height="914" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/valentines%20day%2009/DSCF7346-1.jpg" width="298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://s229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/valentines%20day%2009/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF7349.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 326px; HEIGHT: 225px" height="656" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/valentines%20day%2009/DSCF7349.jpg" width="613" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/valentines%20day%2009/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF7358-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 233px; HEIGHT: 311px" height="916" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/valentines%20day%2009/DSCF7358-1.jpg" width="328" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://s229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/valentines%20day%2009/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF7365-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 238px; HEIGHT: 305px" height="952" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/valentines%20day%2009/DSCF7365-1.jpg" width="403" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://s229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/valentines%20day%2009/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF7385.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 280px" height="939" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/valentines%20day%2009/DSCF7385.jpg" width="403" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://s229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/valentines%20day%2009/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF7391.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 328px; HEIGHT: 227px" height="680" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/valentines%20day%2009/DSCF7391.jpg" width="555" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;happiness no.7:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moo moo then rode us to marina barrage and i love love love being there because its so serene there. the flyer was exceptionally beautiful yesterday and i love being w moo moo at the barrage ((= how i wish there and then that we didn't have to go home and end such a wonderful day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://s229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/valentines%20day%2009/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF7395-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 232px; HEIGHT: 321px" height="934" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/valentines%20day%2009/DSCF7395-1.jpg" width="357" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://s229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/valentines%20day%2009/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF7402-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 235px; HEIGHT: 308px" height="972" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/valentines%20day%2009/DSCF7402-1.jpg" width="351" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://s229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/valentines%20day%2009/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF7404-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 333px; HEIGHT: 232px" height="624" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/valentines%20day%2009/DSCF7404-1.jpg" width="706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;happiness no.8:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moo moo then sent me home and can you believe it... i was so sleepy that I NEARLY DOZED OFF WHILE HE WAS RIDING. i was fighting so hard to keep my eyes open. anyways, moo moo is love! thanks for everything that you've done and making valentines this year so lovely and memorable.. i love you so so so so much!! ((=&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/19927786-6691919186952766636?l=unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/6691919186952766636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19927786&amp;postID=6691919186952766636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19927786/posts/default/6691919186952766636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19927786/posts/default/6691919186952766636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-valentines-day.html' title='happy valentines day! ((='/><author><name>Medeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08145859573945414217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/valentines%20day%2009/th_DSCF7334-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19927786.post-4222525808683483081</id><published>2009-02-09T01:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T19:24:28.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>self deception</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;self deception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the ultimate button of self destruction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the meaning &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dictionary.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;http://www.dictionary.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; provided me was: an act or fact of deceiving oneself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;personally i think self deception is believing what you want to believe in, instead of what you should believe in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or in simple terms, you're just afraid to face up to reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what do ya think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i must admit i am guilty of such and im sure everyone is. there will be times when we're too afraid to know the truth, or we cover up facts with make-believe assumptions and talk ourselves into "giving it one more chance'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and most of the time we do it to make ourselves feel better and less hurt with excuses being "there must be a reason for it"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and at the end of the day, when you have finally snapped out of that self deceiving phase, you'll realise the reason was simple and it was silly to hold on so tightly to something you shouldnt have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the hardest lessons in life i feel, is to learn to let go. but apparently, it is one of life's greatest lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone has no choice but to go through such a phase in our life. if you hadn't, i believed you have lived in vain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19927786-4222525808683483081?l=unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/4222525808683483081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19927786&amp;postID=4222525808683483081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19927786/posts/default/4222525808683483081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19927786/posts/default/4222525808683483081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com/2009/02/self-deception.html' title='self deception'/><author><name>Medeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08145859573945414217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19927786.post-6648585571788841104</id><published>2009-02-05T20:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T19:24:44.191+08:00</updated><title type='text'>world cutest things!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MUST WATCH!!!!!!!!!!!!! THEY ARE THE CUTEST THINGS EVERRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO TO THE LINK BELOW:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://video.msn.com/?mkt=en-us&amp;amp;vid=c08544e7-2d7c-495c-acff-ffe19fc86f6f&amp;amp;playlist=videoByUuids:uuids:ad8d223a-cd3d-41cd-92eb-2cf36c47d6b7%2C26f39619-122c-476e-806c-0be26c6622e9%2C5500405e-9443-46d7-af2a-24cfe03815bb&amp;amp;from=MSNHP&amp;amp;tab=m1233601335183&amp;amp;GT1=42003"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;http://video.msn.com/?mkt=en-us&amp;amp;vid=c08544e7-2d7c-495c-acff-ffe19fc86f6f&amp;amp;playlist=videoByUuids:uuids:ad8d223a-cd3d-41cd-92eb-2cf36c47d6b7%2C26f39619-122c-476e-806c-0be26c6622e9%2C5500405e-9443-46d7-af2a-24cfe03815bb&amp;amp;from=MSNHP&amp;amp;tab=m1233601335183&amp;amp;GT1=42003&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND WATCH EVERYTHING!! ALL THE OTHER VIDEOS TOO!!!!!! SO CUTE SO CUTE SO CUTE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://video.msn.com/?mkt=en-us&amp;amp;vid=c08544e7-2d7c-495c-acff-ffe19fc86f6f&amp;amp;playlist=videoByUuids:uuids:ad8d223a-cd3d-41cd-92eb-2cf36c47d6b7%2C26f39619-122c-476e-806c-0be26c6622e9%2C5500405e-9443-46d7-af2a-24cfe03815bb&amp;amp;from=MSNHP&amp;amp;tab=m1233601335183&amp;amp;GT1=42003"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19927786-6648585571788841104?l=unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/6648585571788841104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19927786&amp;postID=6648585571788841104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19927786/posts/default/6648585571788841104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19927786/posts/default/6648585571788841104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com/2009/02/world-cutest-things.html' title='world cutest things!!!'/><author><name>Medeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08145859573945414217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19927786.post-1321974351456300751</id><published>2009-02-02T20:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T19:25:05.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'>moo moo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;me and moo moo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF7267.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 250px; HEIGHT: 331px" height="888" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/DSCF7267.jpg" width="615" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF7270.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 256px; HEIGHT: 332px" height="923" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/DSCF7270.jpg" width="628" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF7273.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 252px; HEIGHT: 333px" height="892" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/DSCF7273.jpg" width="350" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19927786-1321974351456300751?l=unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/1321974351456300751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19927786&amp;postID=1321974351456300751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19927786/posts/default/1321974351456300751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19927786/posts/default/1321974351456300751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com/2009/02/moo-moo.html' title='moo moo'/><author><name>Medeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08145859573945414217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19927786.post-4405325430416682099</id><published>2009-01-31T23:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T19:25:50.692+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pri 1 picture</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hahahahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;facebook is a damn good catching up/reuniting with old friends tool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone posted a primary 1 class photo of ours and while looking thru and chatting w lijia on msn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;medeline and gavian says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the one beside amy yeo&lt;br /&gt;dont look familar at all le&lt;br /&gt;i think right&lt;br /&gt;the girl beside chua ling ling&lt;br /&gt;on the right&lt;br /&gt;is fatimah is it&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Lijia - Board Games fun!! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;FADILLAH&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*somemore conversation... ...*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Lijia - Board Games fun!! says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;you think she's ur maid ah?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;medeline and gavian says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;hahahahaha&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;________________________&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oops. hahhahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant believe it. everyone in the p1 pictures are so damn cute ok!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;most of us moved onto sec sch together, except for a handful who strayed into other schools. hahahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its really nice reminising these good ol' times, brings back lotsa childhood memories ((=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had dinner @ novena square's ichiban with ee gongs yesterday!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was fun fun fun and i love their company so much! there would always be nonsensical things to talk and laugh about everytime we meet ((=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/meds%20CNY%202009/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF7261-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 463px; HEIGHT: 346px" height="658" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/meds%20CNY%202009/DSCF7261-1.jpg" width="565" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/meds%20CNY%202009/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF7263-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 462px; HEIGHT: 362px" height="687" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/meds%20CNY%202009/DSCF7263-1.jpg" width="516" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;we must continue to meet up occasionally k?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and and and!! i went to lishi's bf - andy tiong's house to play mahjong today!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/meds%20CNY%202009/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF7277.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 271px; HEIGHT: 385px" height="952" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/meds%20CNY%202009/DSCF7277.jpg" width="282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;me n ah bu ((=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/meds%20CNY%202009/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF7278.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 469px; HEIGHT: 352px" height="568" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/meds%20CNY%202009/DSCF7278.jpg" width="617" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hei bai pei! ((=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19927786-4405325430416682099?l=unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/4405325430416682099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19927786&amp;postID=4405325430416682099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19927786/posts/default/4405325430416682099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19927786/posts/default/4405325430416682099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com/2009/01/pri-1-picture.html' title='pri 1 picture'/><author><name>Medeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08145859573945414217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/meds%20CNY%202009/th_DSCF7261-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19927786.post-6188361876209487580</id><published>2009-01-28T22:28:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T19:27:08.342+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cny 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;happy chinese new year pple!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope you received many many ang bows and won lots and lots of money on the mahjong table or by playing cards!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for moi, i won nothing because i didnt play at alll!!!!!!!!!!!! i had no chance to play mahjong cause all the tables got dominated by my hardcore mahjong addict relatives. but its ok.. i think ang bows i received from my aunt and uncles made up for it. heheeee. and thats good enougggggh! time to go get myself my wallet!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;24.01.09&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had reunion dinner at darling's mum's place in the evening and it was my first time meeting his mum so i was a little nervous. but his mum was nice and friendly, so i was quite settled by the time we had dinner. and, as usual, moo parked his bike at my place and we took the public transport to his mum's place ((=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we helped to cut nian gao and prepare yu sheng and then it was dinner! his mum whipped up a really sumptuous dinner. the prawns were seriously gigantic, they were as big as my palms if not even BIGGER! and we had chicken redang, veggies and herbal duck? and erm, soup which had all sorts of ingredients, as well as the nian gao for dessert! hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and after dinner, darling's sister and fiance brought us to chinatown, and we dropped by her fiance's condo and played the new electronic monopoly by the pool. it was windy and quiet and it was not dark, and there were no mosquitos, so it was a really perfect place to unwind after a day of gruelling work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF7227.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF7225.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF7226.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 331px; HEIGHT: 443px" height="964" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/DSCF7226.jpg" width="511" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;us by the pool ((=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;25.01.09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whee! it was new year's eve and the official day for reunion dinner. so i had mine w my parents at the teochew restaurant nearby the neighbourhood. oops. no pictures because the food was just so so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met darling and he rode us on his bike to river ang bao as well as to china town to watch fire crackers and the fireworks! thanks moo moo for bringing me there!!!!! love u loads n loads!!!! ((=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://s229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/our%20little%20loves/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF7229.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 332px; HEIGHT: 443px" height="964" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/our%20little%20loves/DSCF7229.jpg" width="444" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://s229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF7234.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 332px; HEIGHT: 465px" height="924" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/DSCF7234.jpg" width="273" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://s229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF7248.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 473px; HEIGHT: 373px" height="656" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/DSCF7248.jpg" width="502" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://s229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/our%20little%20loves/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF7251.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 332px; HEIGHT: 451px" height="965" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/our%20little%20loves/DSCF7251.jpg" width="258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://s229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/our%20little%20loves/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF7232.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 464px; HEIGHT: 366px" height="717" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/our%20little%20loves/DSCF7232.jpg" width="674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://s229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/our%20little%20loves/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF7245.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 465px; HEIGHT: 382px" height="731" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/our%20little%20loves/DSCF7245.jpg" width="658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;26.01.09 a.k.a chu yi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;went to my aunt's place like every other year, and as usual, certain things dont change, family will always be family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/meds%20CNY%202009/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF7258.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 474px; HEIGHT: 373px" height="717" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/meds%20CNY%202009/DSCF7258.jpg" width="630" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/meds%20CNY%202009/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF7256.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 329px; HEIGHT: 452px" height="957" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/meds%20CNY%202009/DSCF7256.jpg" width="397" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/meds%20CNY%202009/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF7257.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 330px; HEIGHT: 494px" height="954" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/meds%20CNY%202009/DSCF7257.jpg" width="259" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/meds%20CNY%202009/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF7255.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/meds%20CNY%202009/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF7254.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 472px; HEIGHT: 386px" height="689" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/meds%20CNY%202009/DSCF7254.jpg" width="592" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/meds%20CNY%202009/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF7253.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 474px; HEIGHT: 378px" height="701" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/meds%20CNY%202009/DSCF7253.jpg" width="697" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;27.01.09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to another aunt's place again as usual, had dinner before i left to bai nian at moo's place ((=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and moo changed his lcd screen to this hugeass LG 22 inch which is perfect for playing ps2. hahahah. yes la i know its the ps3 n xbox age alr, but moo has got ps2, so its ps2 we shall settle with which is good enough!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;28.01.09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;darling came over after lessons in the afternoon to bai nian and my parents invited him to my aunt's place for dinner. went to my aunts place and we stayed a while, introduced him to my aunt and uncles, had dinner and we played this tortise game before he had to go home and me came back to bb to teach piano ((=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes.. and just last week i met up with the fmps/fmss peeps for jieling's farewell and as usual, there would always be so much fun and laughters, and its really nice having these people in my life and i really missed those years we took for granted in school. they are ONE OF A KIND, never to be found anywhere else ((=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and not forgetting to mention, i also met up with the mc people and i had so much fun and laughters again because we cant stop teasing and gossiping about each other, and it brings back so many memories when we were all still teaching in mc. love love all these people and im really so glad i've got them brightening my days ((=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers to all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant wait for fri to meet up with eegongs, yet another of my favouritest group! i misss all of u so much! ((=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19927786-6188361876209487580?l=unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/6188361876209487580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19927786&amp;postID=6188361876209487580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19927786/posts/default/6188361876209487580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19927786/posts/default/6188361876209487580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com/2009/01/cny-2009.html' title='cny 2009'/><author><name>Medeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08145859573945414217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/our%20little%20loves/th_DSCF7229.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19927786.post-4028796187980844522</id><published>2009-01-16T16:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T19:26:11.925+08:00</updated><title type='text'>overcrowded singapore</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://kennysia.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;http://kennysia.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh. go read the post posted on 15 jan abt "singapore engrish".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont wonder why my resentment towards foreigners in singapore has increased over the past couple of years. those foreigners wanna come squeeze into this small island that is already overcrowded like mad, fine. but its not fine when they bring they bad habits over. argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then there are some foreigners who resent the way we live over here in singapore. like the fireangelism.com person i mentioned the other time, who also wanna squeeze in crowded singapore and then complain complain complain over the way we live, everywhere too crowded (crowded because of pple like her also what), girls too materialistic, no good food blah blah blah. so many complaints, then get your ass out of singapore k? one foreigner less would do us good. leave the space for some other who is matured enough to do as the romans do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19927786-4028796187980844522?l=unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/4028796187980844522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19927786&amp;postID=4028796187980844522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19927786/posts/default/4028796187980844522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19927786/posts/default/4028796187980844522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com/2009/01/overcrowded-singapore.html' title='overcrowded singapore'/><author><name>Medeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08145859573945414217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19927786.post-832179694957731248</id><published>2009-01-12T23:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T19:27:34.647+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ATTENTION EE GONGS!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ATTENTION ALL EE GONGS!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARE U ALL FREE ON THE 30TH OF JAN (FRI)???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE GO HAVE DINNER OPP NOVENA CHURCH HAVE STEAMBOAT!! ITS NICE AND WORTH IT AND I LOVE THE DESSERTS THERE!!! I THINK U GUYS WILL LIKE IT TOO. HAHAHAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE HAVE TO MEET SOON. TEN THOUSAND YEARS NV SEE ALL OF YOU ALR. BTW, MR LKK IS STILL PMS-ING OVER DONT KNOW WHAT. THAT IDIOT. I DONT WANT TO SMS HIM ALR LAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im craving for dim sum @ crystal jade, eat meatballs and chicken @ ikea and lastly ben and jerry ice cream ((=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh im turning into such a glutton i know.. but i dont care!!!! im also looking forward to cny mainly because i wanna buy my wallet!! hahahaa. and im also (for once) looking forward to some mahjong session which i possibly could lose but who cares i wanna play for the fun of it as long as i dont lose over $20.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19927786-832179694957731248?l=unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/832179694957731248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19927786&amp;postID=832179694957731248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19927786/posts/default/832179694957731248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19927786/posts/default/832179694957731248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com/2009/01/attention-ee-gongs.html' title='ATTENTION EE GONGS!!'/><author><name>Medeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08145859573945414217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19927786.post-3668908175337977333</id><published>2009-01-06T21:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T19:27:53.004+08:00</updated><title type='text'>too fast too furious</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;well u know, hols has passed so quickly again, i've yet to spend enough time with darling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=((((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is so so horrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well anyways, im kinda done with tidying my room!!! yayness ((=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive been to so many places, spent so much time with darling (and still not enough!!), captured lotsa memories on flim in the month of dec 08.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we've gone shisha-ing, zoo-ing, night safari on our 17th mth, sentosa, IKEA-ing, mount faber twice, labrador park once, marina barrage, the dino place, went novena for steamboat w his dad, bowling, play ping pong, bbq-ing, dempsey, watched 3d Bolt, spent the first 20 mins of christmas day prata-ing, went to our secret birdpark high high place, west coast park, pet safari at simei, brought pappy to the clinic for vac, spring cleaned my room together, fixed my drawer and table together, rode on his bike for the longest time on new years eve from my house to his house to jj's house to changi and back etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoa. i'll try to post some pictures up if im patient enough. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss my moo =((&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19927786-3668908175337977333?l=unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/3668908175337977333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19927786&amp;postID=3668908175337977333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19927786/posts/default/3668908175337977333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19927786/posts/default/3668908175337977333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com/2009/01/too-fast-too-furious.html' title='too fast too furious'/><author><name>Medeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08145859573945414217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19927786.post-939821668793522870</id><published>2009-01-02T15:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T19:28:12.747+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy new year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;alrightys.. HAPPY NEW YEAR TO EVERYONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2008 came and passed me by in what feels like a wink. i remember celebrating new years day for year 2008, and before i could do anything to make sure 2008 wasnt spent in vain, the year is over and i'm celebrating new years day for 2009. oh my gawd. in short, 2008 hasnt been very fruitful. spent 2/5 of my time sleeping, another 2/5 on school and work, and the other 1/5 for random stuffs like meeting bf, travelling, surfing the net etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the midst of living life, there were a few things worth remembering about in 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) the bangkok trip in june with darling and jia and sh and their boyfriends ((=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) celebrated our 1st year in july ((=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) "graduated" from uni. (screw this.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) got started on driving (like finally)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) got started on refurnishing my room (almost.. just almost done)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, its already the 2nd Jan 09. and im turning 22 in approximately 4 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. why am i turning 22 in 4 more months when i thought i've just celebrated my 21st bday not long ago???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to accomplish more things so as not to let my youth go to waste. NEED TO FIND A JOB A JOB A JOB!!!!!!!!!!!!! earn some money, gain some experience and start on my career NOW!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;darling is here to fix my table and drawers!!!!!! ((=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOTSA PICTURES TO UPLOAD FROM DEC!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19927786-939821668793522870?l=unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/939821668793522870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19927786&amp;postID=939821668793522870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19927786/posts/default/939821668793522870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19927786/posts/default/939821668793522870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-year.html' title='happy new year!'/><author><name>Medeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08145859573945414217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19927786.post-6193376579808862855</id><published>2009-01-01T13:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T19:29:04.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>27.12.08</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;27.12.08 - outing w the guys!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF7002.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 333px; HEIGHT: 452px" height="768" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/DSCF7002.jpg" width="333" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;went bowling.. thats moo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF7003.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 468px; HEIGHT: 386px" height="642" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/DSCF7003.jpg" width="617" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;thats moi. i cant bowl for nuts. hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://s229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF7024.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 332px; HEIGHT: 454px" height="589" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/DSCF7024.jpg" width="328" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a little sleeeeepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://s229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/us%20and%20friends/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF7010.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 471px; HEIGHT: 364px" height="713" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/us%20and%20friends/DSCF7010.jpg" width="623" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats jj! must have striked again which explains the expression... haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://s229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/us%20and%20friends/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF7011.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 470px; HEIGHT: 366px" height="681" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/us%20and%20friends/DSCF7011.jpg" width="518" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is don.. another bowling pro!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://s229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/us%20and%20friends/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF7012.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 329px; HEIGHT: 443px" height="719" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/us%20and%20friends/DSCF7012.jpg" width="329" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kelvin... YET ANOTHER BOWLING PRO! u noe their scores were like 100+ i was still at 40+ the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://s229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/us%20and%20friends/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF7018.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 331px; HEIGHT: 465px" height="650" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/us%20and%20friends/DSCF7018.jpg" width="331" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kel's bro.. jacky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://s229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/us%20and%20friends/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF7032.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 473px; HEIGHT: 385px" height="690" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/us%20and%20friends/DSCF7032.jpg" width="672" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanted to go timbre but it was packed and had to queue so we ended up exchanging christmas gifts at the carpark full of mosquitos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://s229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/us%20and%20friends/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF7035.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 475px; HEIGHT: 387px" height="684" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/us%20and%20friends/DSCF7035.jpg" width="543" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jj and his pressie..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://s229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/us%20and%20friends/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF7046.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 475px; HEIGHT: 376px" height="610" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/us%20and%20friends/DSCF7046.jpg" width="461" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;candids!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://s229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/us%20and%20friends/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF7037.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 474px; HEIGHT: 380px" height="709" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/us%20and%20friends/DSCF7037.jpg" width="564" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so coincidentally i drew kel's lot and he drew mine! i gave him a cute teapot and he gave me a mousepad which im using now! ((=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://s229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/our%20little%20loves/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF7029.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 474px; HEIGHT: 378px" height="647" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/our%20little%20loves/DSCF7029.jpg" width="558" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the heap of pressies..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://s229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF7057.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 334px; HEIGHT: 475px" height="692" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/DSCF7057.jpg" width="331" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next we went to some bar at prinsep street... damn cool place. i think ee gongs will love that place ((=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://s229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF7061.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 334px; HEIGHT: 489px" height="721" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/DSCF7061.jpg" width="334" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats a happy moo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://s229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF7062.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 335px; HEIGHT: 518px" height="708" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/DSCF7062.jpg" width="335" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and a happy me! ((=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://s229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/us%20and%20friends/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF7064.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 471px; HEIGHT: 356px" height="669" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/us%20and%20friends/DSCF7064.jpg" width="655" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the group ((=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://s229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/us%20and%20friends/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF7066.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 470px; HEIGHT: 345px" height="626" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/us%20and%20friends/DSCF7066.jpg" width="664" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these 2 had beer and jon was red like dont know what! hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was so much fun during that few days, and i really do miss those days spent in dec with my moo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life's pretty boring now, moo's back to school, and im er.. still jobless and slacking away, waiting for CNY to come.. and speaking of which its high time i should be shopping for CNY clothes alr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wheee! CNY come quickly! mahjong and more time with darling ((=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19927786-6193376579808862855?l=unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/6193376579808862855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19927786&amp;postID=6193376579808862855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19927786/posts/default/6193376579808862855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19927786/posts/default/6193376579808862855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com/2009/01/271208.html' title='27.12.08'/><author><name>Medeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08145859573945414217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/us%20and%20friends/th_DSCF7010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19927786.post-3593630391604635356</id><published>2009-01-01T13:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T19:29:48.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>26.12.08</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;26.12.08&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://s229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF6959.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 332px; HEIGHT: 464px" height="768" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/DSCF6959.jpg" width="332" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brought pappy the vet in the morning for vaccination.. hahahaha. can u tell my dog is struggling?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://s229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF6960.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 332px; HEIGHT: 483px" height="757" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/DSCF6960.jpg" width="443" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to the dino place.. and i took 1 picture of moo w the dino..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://s229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF6961.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 332px; HEIGHT: 485px" height="704" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/DSCF6961.jpg" width="335" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://s229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF6966.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 332px; HEIGHT: 488px" height="768" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/DSCF6966.jpg" width="332" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to the car!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://s229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF6970.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 333px; HEIGHT: 508px" height="768" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/DSCF6970.jpg" width="333" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to dempsey for bens and jerrrrrry!!!!! ((=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://s229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF6972.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 332px; HEIGHT: 458px" height="768" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/DSCF6972.jpg" width="332" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to arab street for shisha!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i wore specs because i helped to read the map!!! wheeee! dont belittle me ok! I CAN READ MAPS OK!!!!!!!!! hahahaha. and no... WE DIDNT GET LOST OK!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://s229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/our%20little%20loves/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF6987.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 333px; HEIGHT: 432px" height="672" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/our%20little%20loves/DSCF6987.jpg" width="391" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sha sha!! hahahhaa. i couldnt taste anything at all... only could feel the mintyness cause we ordered something mint.. darling what was it ah??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://s229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/?action=view&amp;amp;current=2612.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 470px; HEIGHT: 304px" height="487" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/2612.jpg" width="562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weet! wonders that picasa can do!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19927786-3593630391604635356?l=unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/3593630391604635356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19927786&amp;postID=3593630391604635356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19927786/posts/default/3593630391604635356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19927786/posts/default/3593630391604635356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com/2009/01/261208.html' title='26.12.08'/><author><name>Medeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08145859573945414217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/our%20little%20loves/th_DSCF6987.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19927786.post-4193223408270168750</id><published>2009-01-01T13:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T19:31:47.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>25.12.08</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;25.12.08&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://s229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF6904.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 272px; HEIGHT: 358px" height="768" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/DSCF6904.jpg" width="333" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;t'was a day out with his dad!! and thats me showing him my freshly cut nails ((=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://s229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF6906.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 269px; HEIGHT: 344px" height="768" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/DSCF6906.jpg" width="333" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats moo moo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://s229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/our%20little%20loves/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF6931.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 391px; HEIGHT: 267px" height="698" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/our%20little%20loves/DSCF6931.jpg" width="572" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh.. sorry to mention we were at labrador park!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://s229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/our%20little%20loves/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF6911.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 391px; HEIGHT: 276px" height="759" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/our%20little%20loves/DSCF6911.jpg" width="656" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;levels of stairs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://s229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/our%20little%20loves/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF6917.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 273px; HEIGHT: 317px" height="679" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/our%20little%20loves/DSCF6917.jpg" width="347" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the jetty below..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://s229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/our%20little%20loves/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF6918.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 411px; HEIGHT: 334px" height="652" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/our%20little%20loves/DSCF6918.jpg" width="502" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lotsa pple fishing! and its so cool ive hardly seen wild fishes in the sea before!! hahhaaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://s229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF6942.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 405px; HEIGHT: 296px" height="665" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/DSCF6942.jpg" width="522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;marina barrage!! i feel that its one of the nicer places in singapore... or perhaps the nicest till the novelty of the place wears out ((=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://s229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF6954.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 312px; HEIGHT: 411px" height="768" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/DSCF6954.jpg" width="334" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went opp novena church for buffet steamboat and was back to moo's home.. and tis' the pressie i got for him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://s229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF6955.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 402px; HEIGHT: 276px" height="716" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/DSCF6955.jpg" width="551" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i got a thermal water bottle from moo!!! wheee!!! no more using plastic bottles!!! thanks moooooo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19927786-4193223408270168750?l=unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/4193223408270168750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19927786&amp;postID=4193223408270168750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19927786/posts/default/4193223408270168750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19927786/posts/default/4193223408270168750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com/2009/01/251208.html' title='25.12.08'/><author><name>Medeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08145859573945414217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/our%20little%20loves/th_DSCF6931.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19927786.post-7510182842682754588</id><published>2008-12-30T01:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T00:39:21.854+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kpo pple</title><content type='html'>whee me and min are probably the kpo-est pple at the moment because we are kinda 38-ing abt some people on facebook. wells anyways! cant blame us can you? im jobless and min is constantly distracted from studying.. isnt it ah bu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hhmm... anyways, heres some pictures taken in dec 08..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;24.12.08 a.k.a 17th mthsary &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF6840.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 473px; HEIGHT: 375px" height="606" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/DSCF6840.jpg" width="615" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i only know that place as the "high high place near bird park.." so there you go... the high high place near bird park ((=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF6851.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 335px; HEIGHT: 464px" height="768" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/DSCF6851.jpg" width="439" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gave moo moo his pressie in the car..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF6853.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 332px; HEIGHT: 478px" height="769" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/DSCF6853.jpg" width="445" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the flames are realllllllllllllll..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF6855-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 467px; HEIGHT: 355px" height="736" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/DSCF6855-1.jpg" width="738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nighta safarie!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF6860.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 332px; HEIGHT: 461px" height="768" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/DSCF6860.jpg" width="332" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weet! its a tradition of ours to take picture with tickets! hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF6886-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 331px; HEIGHT: 465px" height="768" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/DSCF6886-1.jpg" width="331" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry couldnt take any pics in the night safari itself.. so here we are at some prata place when the clock struck 12ve! ((=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/our%20little%20loves/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF6896.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 333px; HEIGHT: 441px" height="768" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/our%20little%20loves/DSCF6896.jpg" width="333" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our murtabak!!! so cute right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF6900.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 467px; HEIGHT: 361px" height="768" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/DSCF6900.jpg" width="654" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after supper we went to west coast park and i rode on the flying fox thingy! ahahahahhaa. so fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19927786-7510182842682754588?l=unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/7510182842682754588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19927786&amp;postID=7510182842682754588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19927786/posts/default/7510182842682754588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19927786/posts/default/7510182842682754588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com/2009/01/kpo-pple.html' title='kpo pple'/><author><name>Medeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08145859573945414217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/our%20little%20loves/th_DSCF6896.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19927786.post-4400449008373194754</id><published>2008-12-23T03:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T03:17:02.354+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lotsa stupid pple around</title><content type='html'>some pple just cannot understand simple english. studying in uni alr somemore. some psychology shit degree. gawd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, lotsa photos to upload here! sentosa w darling and some other random pics we took here and there ((=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more pictures to come from 23rd to 28th dec ((=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so so so so so so excited alr mooooooo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i love u loads n loads n loads n loads!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19927786-4400449008373194754?l=unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/4400449008373194754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19927786&amp;postID=4400449008373194754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19927786/posts/default/4400449008373194754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19927786/posts/default/4400449008373194754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com/2008/12/lotsa-stupid-pple-around.html' title='lotsa stupid pple around'/><author><name>Medeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08145859573945414217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19927786.post-5672230104353139240</id><published>2008-12-15T15:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T16:50:26.922+08:00</updated><title type='text'>song without words</title><content type='html'>music is a language, however, unlike the kind we hear and speak. this language can only be felt, not heard nor seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is not a language to be listened to. it is not just notes, rhythms and beats strung together to complete a song. if it is played without feeling it, meaning experssions, it means nothing. nothing to convey about. it becomes just pure fun from making sounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the music language requires a gamut of expressions and feelings to be expressed as well to be interpreted. a piece of music can bring back memories long forgetten as well as evoke feelings as strong as it was felt back then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the music you play represents how you feel. it has been tested and proven. if i feel bored, or the atmosphere is not right, what comes out is pure noise. and if i anyhow play, what comes out is a piece of rubbish, and if i feel irritated my music starts to irritate everyone. and if i feel like it and im in the right mood and of course when the atmosphere is right, its a kind of emotional release. like when you're having diarhoea and you shit everything out. hahaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so its all about playing with our hearts, not our limbs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and seriously after im done with refurnishing my room, my next mission is to save up to fix my bloody piano.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19927786-5672230104353139240?l=unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/5672230104353139240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19927786&amp;postID=5672230104353139240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19927786/posts/default/5672230104353139240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19927786/posts/default/5672230104353139240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com/2008/12/song-without-words.html' title='song without words'/><author><name>Medeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08145859573945414217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19927786.post-8642403887692111858</id><published>2008-12-10T21:43:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T00:17:44.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>zoo love on 9 dec 08</title><content type='html'>changed my blog's song and im looking for the piano score for it! its till the end - dou yu ost. i have no idea what drama is that. i tried searching for the score online but i cant find anything =((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pls pls if u have the piano score for this song pls send me ok!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im gonna play and sing and change some of the lyrics! hahahahaaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyways!!!! we had mcgriddles for breakfast (FINALLLYYYYYYYYY!!) and we went to the zoo yesterday!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wheeeee! so happy... the weather was good and we saw lotsa lotsa animals!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! and mcgriddles is nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whee!!! next im craving for dim sum. yum yum ((=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i had a really fun day out with darling and im falling in love with all the animals cause they're are all so cute and i would have kidnapped them home if darling hadnt stopped me. hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyways, heres some pictures in the zoo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/zoo%20dec%2008/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF6522-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 347px; HEIGHT: 486px" height="887" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/zoo%20dec%2008/DSCF6522-1.jpg" width="551" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/zoo%20dec%2008/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF6607-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 350px; HEIGHT: 506px" height="892" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/zoo%20dec%2008/DSCF6607-1.jpg" width="467" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/zoo%20dec%2008/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF6607-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/zoo%20dec%2008/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF6521.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 349px; HEIGHT: 467px" height="803" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/zoo%20dec%2008/DSCF6521.jpg" width="245" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahah. sorry for the obsessive picture taking w the ah meng map.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and heres the sculpture of our beloved ah meng!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/zoo%20dec%2008/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF6615.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 469px; HEIGHT: 361px" height="643" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/zoo%20dec%2008/DSCF6615.jpg" width="698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/zoo%20dec%2008/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF6523-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 472px; HEIGHT: 392px" height="616" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/zoo%20dec%2008/DSCF6523-1.jpg" width="764" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/zoo%20dec%2008/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF6519.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 349px; HEIGHT: 507px" height="899" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/zoo%20dec%2008/DSCF6519.jpg" width="534" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/zoo%20dec%2008/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF6607-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/zoo%20dec%2008/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF6532.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 470px; HEIGHT: 389px" height="562" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/zoo%20dec%2008/DSCF6532.jpg" width="605" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;otters!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/zoo%20dec%2008/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF6528.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 469px; HEIGHT: 356px" height="610" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/zoo%20dec%2008/DSCF6528.jpg" width="614" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/zoo%20dec%2008/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF6537.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 470px; HEIGHT: 364px" height="714" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/zoo%20dec%2008/DSCF6537.jpg" width="614" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tapir!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/zoo%20dec%2008/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF6543.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 473px; HEIGHT: 363px" height="588" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/zoo%20dec%2008/DSCF6543.jpg" width="586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pig!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/zoo%20dec%2008/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF6572.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 475px; HEIGHT: 357px" height="694" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/zoo%20dec%2008/DSCF6572.jpg" width="469" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hippo! which reminded me of ah bu!! hahaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/zoo%20dec%2008/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF6596.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 476px; HEIGHT: 380px" height="616" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/zoo%20dec%2008/DSCF6596.jpg" width="639" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cutie pie!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/zoo%20dec%2008/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF6598.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 477px; HEIGHT: 373px" height="555" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/zoo%20dec%2008/DSCF6598.jpg" width="722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/zoo%20dec%2008/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF6595.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 478px; HEIGHT: 367px" height="658" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/zoo%20dec%2008/DSCF6595.jpg" width="670" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/zoo%20dec%2008/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF6591.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 478px; HEIGHT: 373px" height="592" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/zoo%20dec%2008/DSCF6591.jpg" width="604" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/zoo%20dec%2008/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF6594.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 481px; HEIGHT: 374px" height="618" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/zoo%20dec%2008/DSCF6594.jpg" width="688" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cutie pie's papa!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/zoo%20dec%2008/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF6588.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 352px; HEIGHT: 465px" height="917" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/zoo%20dec%2008/DSCF6588.jpg" width="427" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baboon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/zoo%20dec%2008/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF6583.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 472px; HEIGHT: 360px" height="630" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/zoo%20dec%2008/DSCF6583.jpg" width="628" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;roo roo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/zoo%20dec%2008/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF6582.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 473px; HEIGHT: 412px" height="660" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/zoo%20dec%2008/DSCF6582.jpg" width="652" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/zoo%20dec%2008/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF6575.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 473px; HEIGHT: 362px" height="614" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/zoo%20dec%2008/DSCF6575.jpg" width="613" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pig again! dont know was he doing keeling down..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/zoo%20dec%2008/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF6651.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 474px; HEIGHT: 355px" height="578" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/zoo%20dec%2008/DSCF6651.jpg" width="632" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meerkats!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/zoo%20dec%2008/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF6648.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 470px; HEIGHT: 351px" height="579" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/zoo%20dec%2008/DSCF6648.jpg" width="559" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tigger!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/zoo%20dec%2008/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF6643.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 472px; HEIGHT: 377px" height="590" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/zoo%20dec%2008/DSCF6643.jpg" width="564" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/zoo%20dec%2008/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF6630.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 353px; HEIGHT: 477px" height="868" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/zoo%20dec%2008/DSCF6630.jpg" width="491" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;darling!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/zoo%20dec%2008/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF6628.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 472px; HEIGHT: 371px" height="627" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/zoo%20dec%2008/DSCF6628.jpg" width="612" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;horsey!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/zoo%20dec%2008/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF6623.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 474px; HEIGHT: 359px" height="584" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/zoo%20dec%2008/DSCF6623.jpg" width="678" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/zoo%20dec%2008/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF6620.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 473px; HEIGHT: 363px" height="625" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/zoo%20dec%2008/DSCF6620.jpg" width="603" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/zoo%20dec%2008/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF6619.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 472px; HEIGHT: 371px" height="609" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/zoo%20dec%2008/DSCF6619.jpg" width="582" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/zoo%20dec%2008/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF6618.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 470px; HEIGHT: 374px" height="630" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/zoo%20dec%2008/DSCF6618.jpg" width="654" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/zoo%20dec%2008/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF6617.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 468px; HEIGHT: 357px" height="658" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/zoo%20dec%2008/DSCF6617.jpg" width="678" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;horsey peeing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/zoo%20dec%2008/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF6614.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 350px; HEIGHT: 491px" height="929" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/zoo%20dec%2008/DSCF6614.jpg" width="452" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/zoo%20dec%2008/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF6609.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 350px; HEIGHT: 479px" height="910" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/zoo%20dec%2008/DSCF6609.jpg" width="426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;elephant!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/zoo%20dec%2008/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF6675.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 470px; HEIGHT: 367px" height="565" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/zoo%20dec%2008/DSCF6675.jpg" width="565" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cutie pie no 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/zoo%20dec%2008/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF6673.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 470px; HEIGHT: 360px" height="653" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/zoo%20dec%2008/DSCF6673.jpg" width="649" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/zoo%20dec%2008/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF6672.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 472px; HEIGHT: 373px" height="642" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/zoo%20dec%2008/DSCF6672.jpg" width="788" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/zoo%20dec%2008/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF6670.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 472px; HEIGHT: 377px" height="607" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/zoo%20dec%2008/DSCF6670.jpg" width="689" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rhino!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/zoo%20dec%2008/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF6667.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 473px; HEIGHT: 375px" height="547" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/zoo%20dec%2008/DSCF6667.jpg" width="618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rhino's butt!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/zoo%20dec%2008/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF6664.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 473px; HEIGHT: 353px" height="580" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/zoo%20dec%2008/DSCF6664.jpg" width="707" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tah tah!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/zoo%20dec%2008/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF6659.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 472px; HEIGHT: 360px" height="570" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/zoo%20dec%2008/DSCF6659.jpg" width="533" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bra bra!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my favouritest.....................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/zoo%20dec%2008/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF6559.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 472px; HEIGHT: 348px" height="606" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/zoo%20dec%2008/DSCF6559.jpg" width="607" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/zoo%20dec%2008/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF6562.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 471px; HEIGHT: 367px" height="666" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/zoo%20dec%2008/DSCF6562.jpg" width="736" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/zoo%20dec%2008/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF6563.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 471px; HEIGHT: 364px" height="621" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/zoo%20dec%2008/DSCF6563.jpg" width="455" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this omar was just prowling to and fro infront of us and we could see "HUNGRY" on his face and all of us standing at the barricade were seen as FOOD. darling took a lot of vids on the white tigers eating and prowling and swimming. msg me on msn if u wanna take a look at the vids. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/zoo%20dec%2008/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF6548.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 472px; HEIGHT: 347px" height="653" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/zoo%20dec%2008/DSCF6548.jpg" width="524" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/zoo%20dec%2008/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF6557.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 475px; HEIGHT: 395px" height="652" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/zoo%20dec%2008/DSCF6557.jpg" width="507" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, at the end of the day.. we had bens and jerrys!! and darling bought 3d jigsaws!! 2 swans and a heart ((=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/zoo%20dec%2008/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF6676.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 469px; HEIGHT: 335px" height="655" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/zoo%20dec%2008/DSCF6676.jpg" width="594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/zoo%20dec%2008/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF6679.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 469px; HEIGHT: 377px" height="593" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/zoo%20dec%2008/DSCF6679.jpg" width="576" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then it was off to cck for some gai gai-ing. we played this shooting game in the pasar malam!! DAMN FUN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i was aiming for a pooh bear and he was aiming for a lamp. though we spent $10 on the game for 28 pellets and won nothing, the whole shooting experience was really good fun!!! and we've decided we're gonna go bkk one day to play real shooting!!!!!!! ((=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then it was off to the arcade but we ended up getting cheated by some stupid machines and darling got pissed by some aunty working there. humph. wells we're not going back there anymore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after the horrible arcade games, we went to this electronics shop to take a look at tv screens and cameras! lotsa electronics to buy!!!! hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then it was off to dinner at the zi char stall opp my place.. had beef hor fan and sambal kang kong and we were satisfied moos after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaa. so all in all, we had a tired but fun day out! darling more outings ok??? i cant wait for the 23rd to the 28th ((=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19927786-8642403887692111858?l=unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/8642403887692111858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19927786&amp;postID=8642403887692111858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19927786/posts/default/8642403887692111858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19927786/posts/default/8642403887692111858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com/2008/12/zoo-love-on-9-dec-08.html' title='zoo love on 9 dec 08'/><author><name>Medeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08145859573945414217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/zoo%20dec%2008/th_DSCF6522-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19927786.post-8169565410383044839</id><published>2008-12-05T01:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T02:32:05.418+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tired day expo botak jones</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF6489.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;so!!! didnt manage to swim again today cause of the bad weather!!!!!!!!!!! it rained a while after we reached chinese garden. thus, plans changed again and we headed to town instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to wheelocks to repair darling's watch and finally we got his poor watch ticking again! saw sheryl at the service centre and she was there to fix a broken a watch as well! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, after fixing darling's watch, we left for expo to collect his race pack. travelling time was like 45 mins nvm, the queue was so long we spent like almost an hour plus in the queue. oh my.. we were extremely hungry by the time we collected the race pack. bought some powerbars before leaving for bedok to have our botak jones!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause long long ago we decided that we will have botak jones on this thursday. hahhaaha. we had so much food and we were happy moos again! we trudged our heavy bellies to the train station again and was on the way back to home sweet home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;darling jogged by a while ago and pappy and me passed him some water!! and i realised my voiddeck can be quite scary when its all dim and cold and quiet. hahahaha. i was glad to see my moo jogging towards me but silly pappy barked at him. so anyways, darling's on the way back now!! er.. pls all running for the marathon on sun pls drink lotsa h20 and dont overstrain yourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate running. i really do. i dont know how pple can run like 10km, 21km and 42km. CRAZY MAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! asking me to run 2.4km is already like suicide to me. much less 10km or even worse 21km or 42km. madness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember during tkd days they would make us either run around the campus once or run around the track for like 4 rounds for warm up and i already wanna die. i would ALWAYS say "dont want to run la i help u all look after the bags." HAHAHAHA. sometimes i get away with it, sometimes i dont. when i dont, i try to run like 2 rounds only. hahahaha. anyway i lag behind so much they wouldnt know i didnt complete the 4 rounds. hahahaha. if i had to run around the campus then die alr.. i could take forever to complete it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.. so sleepy. and my moo's back from the run!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;swimming again tmr........ i hope. PLS PLS PLS DONT RAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nitey my loves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*not putting up any pictures of christmas alr cause dont know why i cant rotate the pics from my album! humph. perhaps the next batch i'll right it before i upload them so i can put pics up here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF6481.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;p.s: dont sneak around pple's territory if u dont like pple sneaking around yours =p&lt;br /&gt;but i dont give a damn if you sneak around here because i already know you do a long time ago. and i want you to continue reading this space because unlike you, i need no sneaking around to compare myself with others to make myself feel good or better because i live for myself, my life, i do what i want and what i like. cause you know what babe, its called loving thy self. remember theres such a thing as karma. do what you do to others and it comes back in three folds. laugh at someone's misfortune, we'll wait and see what do you get in the future alright?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19927786-8169565410383044839?l=unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/8169565410383044839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19927786&amp;postID=8169565410383044839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19927786/posts/default/8169565410383044839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19927786/posts/default/8169565410383044839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com/2008/12/tired-day-expo-botak-jones.html' title='tired day expo botak jones'/><author><name>Medeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08145859573945414217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19927786.post-4845274820532289304</id><published>2008-12-04T01:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T02:47:30.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>biatch</title><content type='html'>was supposed to go swimming again today with my moo, but the sky looked dark and cloudy so we changed plans to get me lazy bum to BBDC and get my PDL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sky was damn freaking clear by the time we reached BBDC, but its ok, because i'm really glad i got my pdl today ((=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it wasnt as easy as ABC to register for a damn PDL because firstly, i waited an hour for my turn to register and secondly, guess what, i tmd failed the eye test during the registration. i forgot to bring my specs so i couldnt read some of eye test stuff. ah dammit. the lady refused to approve me a PDL, but at least she was kind about it, she allowed me n moo to take a cab back to my house, grabbed my specs and go back to her without having to queue again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and tadaaa...i finally got my PDL! next, my plan was to book a TP date so i can quickly start lessons, but then the unexpected happened again. i found out i had to get an instructor first cause they needed his NIRC to validate my PDL. OH SO TMD YOU KNOW. i was kindof frustrated because i had wanted to get everything done there and then. but oh wells, shit happens and thank God i had darling to accom me through all that. love you loads moo.. thanks for being there and not complaining a single bit ((=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so next i'm gonna have to scout for an instructor before i can start any lessons =((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyways, darling sent me back to BB for piano and he went home for dinner. and after lessons i went to his house and we watched harold and kumar part 2!!!!!!!!! nice nice nice!!!!!!! really brainless but entertaining show ((=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, lotsa vulgar and one part was like "F* shit, F* shit, F* shit, F* shit, F* shit...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here, let me digress, i wanna tell you immature biatch: Fuck you. enjoy this moment of glee while it lasts now. because soon, your glee would be ours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey, sorry to the rest. im not this vulgar normally but some pple really deserve it. and darling agrees so ((=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyways, took the bus home while darling jogged to my house. the plan was for me to bring him water when he reaches my home before he jogs back home. didnt expect him to reach so quickly, so i came down a little later and guess what, he had alr jogged like 3 rounds my estate. oops. im so sorry darling.. i'll make sure i go down earlier next time ok? but anyways, it was a good run for him cause he ran about 10km in total. go go darling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more swimming (for us) and jogging (for him) tomorrow!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope we can catch the sun tomorrow so i'll be able to tan myself while he swims his laps! ((=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so tired pple... see ya all soon!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19927786-4845274820532289304?l=unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/4845274820532289304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19927786&amp;postID=4845274820532289304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19927786/posts/default/4845274820532289304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19927786/posts/default/4845274820532289304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com/2008/12/biatch.html' title='biatch'/><author><name>Medeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08145859573945414217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19927786.post-7614379774592363008</id><published>2008-12-03T01:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T01:08:40.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yes! i changed the blog's picture on both darling's and my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;30.11.08&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to the sitex fair with darling and his dad and i bought an external harddisk 500gb for $119. yes i can finally back up all my impt&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; files and&lt;/span&gt; pictures without fearing my com crashing anymore! had dinner at expo and it was back to darling's home and we watched harold and kumar - white castle. hahahaha. gawd i love that show! its funny and stupid at the same time. and then it was back to home sweet home ((=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;01.12.08&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to so many places with my moo today..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first stop was at commonwealth to look for qian hui in her smoothie shop and we hung around there for a while chatting and relaxing on her big red comfy sofa. we ordered strawberry kiwi and banana chocolate and she made hotdog sandwiches for us! the drinks were really nice and it comes in cute straws and humongous cups! the hotdogs were just exactly IKEA style! nice, hot and absoutely hunger satisfying!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hopefully i'll be able to meet up soon with qian again to bring both pappy and spanky or at least spanky to the bpp farm as well as have our steamboat dinner during christmas week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways......... pple do drop by qian's dorippo smoothie shop behind Commonwealth Mrt Station, Tanglin Halt Road Blk 47 #01-313!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next stop was IKEA and we spent about 2 hours scouting for a cupboard, carpet, table and cushions as well as containers to refurnish my room with! anyhows, we're gonna be back again to buy all those stuffs one day! but for now, i have to find a day to spring clean the last bit of my room so i can fit those new furniture in when the time comes ((=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, we tried the famous meatballs and chicken wings at IKEA and it was simply yummelicious! the wings were well marinated and deep fried! hahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and finally, last stop was at wheelocks to fix darling's CK watch but too bad the service centre was closed by the time we reached there. oh wells, we're gonna have to be back again someday to fix the poor watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had dinner at far east and food was only so-so. haha. walked around town to look at the decos as well as take some pictures. ((=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then it was home sweet home cause the two of us were mad tired from all the walking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;t'was a merry day spent with my love ((=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;02.12.08&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was supposed to meet darling at 11am for a swim at the JE complex. but the pig in us took over and we only woke up at 12.30pm. so i met moo moo at 1.30pm instead and off we went to the complex! darling swam 25 laps while i swam abit here and there maybe totalling up to abt erm about 5, 6 or 7 laps?? and you know what? tho it was only a short 6 laps or so, i drank a bit of pool water still. dammit. disgusting. ahhahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, after the serious swimming was time for some fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as usual, we slacked around the jacuzzi area for a while before we lazed in the lazy pool. and then it was to the wave pool and poor darling became my float!!! hahahahaha. poor him had me stepping on his thighs while he manoeuvre around the waves and the people infested pool. hahaa. it was fun fun fun for me but poor darling had some tough time being a float!! hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alrightys will put up some merry pictures we took soon! ((=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meanwhile... take care pple!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19927786-7614379774592363008?l=unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/7614379774592363008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19927786&amp;postID=7614379774592363008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19927786/posts/default/7614379774592363008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19927786/posts/default/7614379774592363008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com/2008/12/yes-i-changed-blogs-picture-on-both.html' title=''/><author><name>Medeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08145859573945414217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19927786.post-5713612473288528312</id><published>2008-11-26T23:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T00:10:32.369+08:00</updated><title type='text'>moodswing</title><content type='html'>gawd. seriously... screw pms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, im so unhappy now. SO SO SO SO SO UNHAPPY. so unhappy that i HAVE TO SAY MY PIECE HERE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;this post is directed at specifically nobody, but everybody in general. definitely NOT directed at gavian, because i have spoken to him about how i feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;clubbing this sort of thing among some couples is a taboo subject, and thus is the case for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont like my boyfriend to go clubbing, except mambo. all other clubs, NO. even with mambo, i am just okay, i dont like it either but he has been going all along and mambo is kind of harmless, so nvm, i tolerate him going mambo. but pls remember there is a limit to how much i can tolerate, in other sense, how many times a month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if he is to go clubbing anywhere else, i will go too. or else, forget about going. or else, risk losing me. no joke here. i dont like it one tiny bit. not at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is one issue and probably one of the most serious issues that i have little tolerance for. almost NONE. one mistake and that is it. i will make drastic decisions because i am led by my brain not my heart like how some pple do in relatioships. sorry im not that kind of girl who makes decisions by my heart. its either i go, or i dont and you dont too, or unless we're not together anymore, go by all means, i have no say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll be peeved if anyone is to oppose me on this issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people having any problems with the way i handle mine relationship come and talk to me otherwise, if you dont like it one bit and dont want to approach me? i seriously dont give a bloody damn. have it MY way, or none.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUMPH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19927786-5713612473288528312?l=unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/5713612473288528312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19927786&amp;postID=5713612473288528312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19927786/posts/default/5713612473288528312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19927786/posts/default/5713612473288528312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com/2008/11/moodswing.html' title='moodswing'/><author><name>Medeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08145859573945414217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19927786.post-4835849851335319906</id><published>2008-11-26T20:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T20:28:03.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pretty sansung</title><content type='html'>samsung has got pretty everything!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pretty phones, pretty mp3, pretty hd tvs. hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe not just pretty for everything, but chic and sleeeeeeeek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;might get a samsung hdd to add on to my samsung collection because it looks sooooooooooo pretttaaaaay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have got a prettttty white samsung mp3 and a prettttttty white samsung phone (though it doesnt look so prettttttty now. instead it looks kinda dirrrrtttttty) hahahaha. and a prettttttttyyy sleek samsung tv in the living room. pretty pretty samsung.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorrry dont know whats up with all the dragged alphabets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wheeee! so happy darling's papers are gonna end TOMORRRRRROWWWWWWWWW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT I HAVE YET TO START ANYTHING ON MY DRIVING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohhhhh whhhaatttt tttthhhheee hhhheeeelllllllllllllllllll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone pls get me lazy arse to go BBDC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh. im feeling pain from head to toe. pms, cramps, sore eye, ulcers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant exactly blame me for my bad mood can i?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my student pissed me off yesterday. and to top it off a friend cancelled plans last minute which got me even more irritated. but just as well since i was feeling tired too and i was able to use the time to catch up a little with jo in mc as well as go borrow more books which i've already read 1 and returned it today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wheeeeeeeeeeee. serious gai gai-ing and slacking starts tomorrrowww when moo's paper ends! ((=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19927786-4835849851335319906?l=unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/4835849851335319906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19927786&amp;postID=4835849851335319906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19927786/posts/default/4835849851335319906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19927786/posts/default/4835849851335319906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com/2008/11/pretty-sansung.html' title='pretty sansung'/><author><name>Medeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08145859573945414217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19927786.post-1536301112253522950</id><published>2008-11-24T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T22:37:20.869+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bored n painful ulcers</title><content type='html'>im really so bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;piano tomorrow and then gai gai with ms soh ((=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shit ive got painful ulcers again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant wait for moo's exams to be over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;screeeeeeeeewwwwwwwwwww exams!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh what am i gonna do when merry-dec ends? sighs. can dec not end pls?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it means i'll have to find a job and go to amca classes alone =(((((((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, time to fill in the blanks..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy 16th ________&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19927786-1536301112253522950?l=unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/1536301112253522950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19927786&amp;postID=1536301112253522950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19927786/posts/default/1536301112253522950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19927786/posts/default/1536301112253522950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com/2008/11/bored-n-painful-ulcers.html' title='bored n painful ulcers'/><author><name>Medeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08145859573945414217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19927786.post-6318707080486905104</id><published>2008-11-21T21:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T22:42:44.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'>memories</title><content type='html'>as i've mentioned before i have been dutifully tidying my room, clearing rubbish away and by rubbish i think its more like old stuffs i've been keeping for memories sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now that i've got a clearer idea of what i want in life, the directions that i wanna take, as well as know who are the impt pple in my life, know which group of pple are passé, it is so much easier to leave memories from the past behind. and leaving them behind means throwing away stuffs i used to keep dear and close to me heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i cant help but be saddened by the reality of what used-to-be precious memories now insignificant and vague.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i never liked reading old letters and they always bring back such strong emotions that i had long forgotten how it feels to feel them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;were childhood memories meant to be forgotten? i dont know about others, but mine is kinda painful to keep. they were too happy to be remembered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was happy because i had a group of friends i shared my up and and downs with. not now anymore.&lt;br /&gt;i was happy because they meant the world to me. not now anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we used to share everything, spent everyday other than weekends together, went through so much together and i'm amazed how impalpable all these has become now. even memories of them had faded away. i dont remember much of them myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it means nothing now, no more significant, unimportant. the pple have also faded with the memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i, as well as them, have been too involved with our own lives to bother about how an old friend is doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look at how curt our messages are now, how unimportant we have become in each other's lives. i feel as though we dont even know how to speak and communicate with each other anymore. in fact, we dont. in fact, the only reason why we remember one another is because we spent damn too many significant years in each other's lives and its not so easy to erase that familarity of each other's presence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;truth is, we are no more than aquaintances now. i dont even know them anymore. we'll just keep moving on like how we did, till one day we dont even remember each other's brithdays anymore.&lt;br /&gt;perhaps, the 21st birthdays will be the last we'd ever wish one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this feeling will pass. no point missing them, missing the good ol' times. i will be done with tidying soon and i'm gonna keep all the memories and letters in some obscure corner which i never ever have to dig them up again or best, throw them away if i can bring myself to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so disappointed with all of them. you girls are so selfish. i dont even know if you still miss me and others like how i missed all of you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19927786-6318707080486905104?l=unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/6318707080486905104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19927786&amp;postID=6318707080486905104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19927786/posts/default/6318707080486905104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19927786/posts/default/6318707080486905104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com/2008/11/memories.html' title='memories'/><author><name>Medeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08145859573945414217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19927786.post-8578484483194080548</id><published>2008-11-20T00:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T01:02:00.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cleaning day</title><content type='html'>sighs. i want to go ikea and get a cupboard, small table and cute chairs so i can throw away the ugly cartons and ugle table and useless side table in my room!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i managed to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`trim my eyebrows&lt;br /&gt;`get my resume done complete with a new PHOTO!!!&lt;br /&gt;`spring cleaned 2/5 of my room&lt;br /&gt;`cleared 1/2 of my makeup lessons&lt;br /&gt;`made sandwich for darling!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;theres still like 101 things to do be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`spring clean the rest of my room&lt;br /&gt;`buy furniture&lt;br /&gt;`GET MY DAMN PDL and start lessons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wheee.. some photos i took with pappy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/pappy%20moo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF6456.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 343px; HEIGHT: 479px" height="813" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/pappy%20moo/DSCF6456.jpg" width="261" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can u spot mr moo n the pig behind???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/pappy%20moo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF6457.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 437px; HEIGHT: 355px" height="579" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/pappy%20moo/DSCF6457.jpg" width="686" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/pappy%20moo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF6459.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 439px; HEIGHT: 347px" height="583" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/pappy%20moo/DSCF6459.jpg" width="654" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/pappy%20moo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF6461.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 445px; HEIGHT: 342px" height="627" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/pappy%20moo/DSCF6461.jpg" width="647" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh look at my eyebag!!! URRGGHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/pappy%20moo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF6462.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 443px; HEIGHT: 345px" height="604" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/pappy%20moo/DSCF6462.jpg" width="792" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19927786-8578484483194080548?l=unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/8578484483194080548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19927786&amp;postID=8578484483194080548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19927786/posts/default/8578484483194080548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19927786/posts/default/8578484483194080548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com/2008/11/cleaning-day.html' title='cleaning day'/><author><name>Medeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08145859573945414217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/pappy%20moo/th_DSCF6456.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19927786.post-44186026743632357</id><published>2008-11-16T23:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T22:27:17.202+08:00</updated><title type='text'>agnes b!</title><content type='html'>oh man. min introduced me this buttercupwheels web and i'm so so so so in love with some of the agnes b stuffs inside!!!!!! authentic or not i'm not too sure, but it sure does look real!!!!!!!!!!!! anyhowsssss, i will definitely get my hands on some of those stuffs IF she goes on a spree again!!!!!!!!!! AH BU!!!! pls dont leave me out of this spree again horrrrr!! (((=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wheeeeeeeeeeeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v317/medhew87/?action=view&amp;amp;current=pinklongwallet.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="341" alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v317/medhew87/pinklongwallet.jpg" width="465" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes i know im old alr shdnt be carrying pink anymore. but the pink is so niceeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v317/medhew87/?action=view&amp;amp;current=pinkshortwallet6.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 471px; HEIGHT: 331px" height="388" alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v317/medhew87/pinkshortwallet6.jpg" width="511" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pink pink pink again!! would perfer this than the above tho.. ((=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v317/medhew87/?action=view&amp;amp;current=blackwallet.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 473px; HEIGHT: 319px" height="414" alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v317/medhew87/blackwallet.jpg" width="539" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;abit man right?? but its a safe design and colour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v317/medhew87/?action=view&amp;amp;current=whitewallet.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 471px; HEIGHT: 344px" height="392" alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v317/medhew87/whitewallet.jpg" width="506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is damn nice too.. but im so gonna dirty it somehow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v317/medhew87/?action=view&amp;amp;current=crocwallets.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 480px; HEIGHT: 330px" height="317" alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v317/medhew87/crocwallets.jpg" width="480" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wheee... these crocs are fat and nice but i guess it looks a little old on me. but still nice tho!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v317/medhew87/?action=view&amp;amp;current=embossedpouch.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="364" alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v317/medhew87/embossedpouch.jpg" width="488" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nice pouch!!!!!!!!!!! for coins maybe??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v317/medhew87/?action=view&amp;amp;current=silvercupidkeyholder.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 494px; HEIGHT: 452px" height="478" alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v317/medhew87/silvercupidkeyholder.jpg" width="494" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is seriously cute but a little waste money right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v317/medhew87/?action=view&amp;amp;current=makeuppouch.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 494px; HEIGHT: 356px" height="387" alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v317/medhew87/makeuppouch.jpg" width="494" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT THIS MAKEUP POUCH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEEE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s: min is gonna buy me wallettttttttttttttttt!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19927786-44186026743632357?l=unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/44186026743632357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19927786&amp;postID=44186026743632357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19927786/posts/default/44186026743632357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19927786/posts/default/44186026743632357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com/2008/11/agnes-b.html' title='agnes b!'/><author><name>Medeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08145859573945414217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19927786.post-8630616422975369148</id><published>2008-11-15T16:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T16:55:41.039+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!</title><content type='html'>wheeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my resume is ALMOST done. just need a good photo and i'm so off looking for a job!!! wheee!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;florence will take me shopping for working pants and all that next sat i hope! ((=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i rearranged my desktop! deleted all the rubbish projs half edited reports with just ONE click. now my desktop is neat and clean and i also rearranged all the folders in my impt impt med's folder. all my pictures, songs, resumes and whatnots. all i have to do now is to get one hdd and transfer that particular folder into it and i wont have to worry about com crashing and losing datas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now i wished i could do the same with my room. clean my room with just ONE click! throw away my things with just ONE click! rearrange my stuffs with just a few clicks! and i'm done done done! dont need to painstakingly deal with dusts and feel dirrrrttty. argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;save me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. its time i start a little bit of cleaning. le sighs. =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19927786-8630616422975369148?l=unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/8630616422975369148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19927786&amp;postID=8630616422975369148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19927786/posts/default/8630616422975369148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19927786/posts/default/8630616422975369148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com/2008/11/wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.html' title='wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!'/><author><name>Medeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08145859573945414217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19927786.post-2514794712761440197</id><published>2008-11-12T01:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T01:53:42.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'>post exam blues</title><content type='html'>doodles. theres like a thousand and one thing to do, yet i'm not getting anything done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to trim my eyebrows so.very.badly. the aunty who trims my eyebrow is always not around when i go look for her. argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to get my resume done quickly so i can start sending it out. and start looking for a damn job. (not that im eager to dive into the corporate world, but slacking at home is not gonna earn me any moolahs and not especially when times are bad, its not so easy to secure a job i actually like.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to get my PDL and book a damn TP date so i can start driving lessons and get it over with (provided i dont fail the TP) and get my bloody driving license.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to enjoy my merry-dec-christmas month with my moo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont want to clean and tidy my room. I NEED TO. even i, cant stand the sight of the mess. i so NEED to clean and tidy my messy nest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, 'nuff of ramblings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pictures from my sweets 21st bday!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v317/medhew87/?action=view&amp;amp;current=my21stbirthday0811087.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 353px; HEIGHT: 475px" height="650" alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v317/medhew87/my21stbirthday0811087.jpg" width="370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v317/medhew87/?action=view&amp;amp;current=my21stbirthday08110890.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 464px; HEIGHT: 343px" height="477" alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v317/medhew87/my21stbirthday08110890.jpg" width="444" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v317/medhew87/?action=view&amp;amp;current=my21stbirthday08110886.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 355px; HEIGHT: 453px" height="781" alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v317/medhew87/my21stbirthday08110886.jpg" width="452" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v317/medhew87/?action=view&amp;amp;current=my21stbirthday08110892.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 463px; HEIGHT: 351px" height="393" alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v317/medhew87/my21stbirthday08110892.jpg" width="476" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v317/medhew87/?action=view&amp;amp;current=my21stbirthday08110893.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 467px; HEIGHT: 367px" height="455" alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v317/medhew87/my21stbirthday08110893.jpg" width="464" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v317/medhew87/?action=view&amp;amp;current=my21stbirthday08110895.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 474px; HEIGHT: 376px" height="477" alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v317/medhew87/my21stbirthday08110895.jpg" width="556" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v317/medhew87/?action=view&amp;amp;current=my21stbirthday081108188.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 516px; HEIGHT: 391px" height="453" alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v317/medhew87/my21stbirthday081108188.jpg" width="426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v317/medhew87/?action=view&amp;amp;current=my21stbirthday081108124.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 471px; HEIGHT: 356px" height="480" alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v317/medhew87/my21stbirthday081108124.jpg" width="607" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v317/medhew87/?action=view&amp;amp;current=my21stbirthday081108146.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 338px; HEIGHT: 523px" height="708" alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v317/medhew87/my21stbirthday081108146.jpg" width="336" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19927786-2514794712761440197?l=unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/2514794712761440197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19927786&amp;postID=2514794712761440197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19927786/posts/default/2514794712761440197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19927786/posts/default/2514794712761440197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com/2008/11/post-exam-blues.html' title='post exam blues'/><author><name>Medeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08145859573945414217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19927786.post-566166528772592668</id><published>2008-11-09T22:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T22:28:22.629+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sh's bday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;08.11.08&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to bugis in the late afternoon. was there on a mission to buy aunty soh's bday pressie at sim lim. aunty wong was supposed to accompany me there!!!! however, because of some unforeseen circumstances, i ended up alone in bugis. but darling was so sweet he came all the way down from home to accom me to sim lim! exams are just round the corner for him, this coming fri to be exact, and i feel bad i took up so much of his time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyways, while waiting for my moo to come, i shopped at Levis!!! hahaha. not that i was so rich that i had to kill time by shopping in Levis, but there was this trade in any old pair of jeans to get $50 rebate on any pair of Levis jeans at min $100 promo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i couldnt resist the temptation. (what a failure right? im a marketer myself, and i still fell for these delusional marketing tactics!!! ARGH.) so i went bugis armed with 2 pairs of old jeans, one for me, one for darling. and i happily topped up $99.90 for a pair of jeans with the trade in! like so irritating. normally i wouldnt spend so much for a pair of jeans, but there there.. without even hestitating once, i swiped a hundred buckaroos away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when my moo came, i brought him to Levis and he bought a pair of jeans too! there wasnt a lot of designs to choose from and many were out of size, so we settled for one dark denim and topped up $50 buckaroos happily too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was our short shopping stint on a lovely saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and off to sim lim we went, up and down the escalator looking for aunty soh's RED WD HARDDRIVE. while searching for aunty's present, i am even more certain i want that MINI LAPTOP!! ANY BRAND ANY COLOUR! preferbly blue or pink! i just want one small cute mini lappie. hahahaha. and oh yes, if a mini lappie isnt possible, i want that PINK LENOVO SMALL LAPPIE!!! its so so so so so so so so so so sooooooooooo CUTE AND SWEET OKAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! BUT BUT BUT darling says i have no need for it and he's not gonna let me buy any laptops =(((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyways, we did managed to find aunty soh's red hdd and i met up with uncle kit and uncle hong at sim lim to share cab to aunty soh's chalet at pasir ris. and on the way, out of mischief i lied to uncle kk that we bought him ntuc vouchers for his bday and being the uncle that he is proven to be, couldnt stop nagging at how stupid we are to get him ntuc vouchers and in his own words "wtf does he need ntuc vouchers for?!?!?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha. gawd. i had an earful of nonsense from him but it was fun seeing him in disbelief at our "stupidity". he found out later that we bought him capital land mall's vouchers instead and he was so relieved and so happy and so.. i dont know how else to describe his happiness. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not gonna wish aunty soh happy 21st yet because its not yet the 13th ((=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a nice happy celebration, aunty soh being the happiest of all among us, having her face smashed in secret recipe's oreo cheesecake. hahaa. poor girl. but anyways, aunty soh was still a happy bday girl, and very sadly i couldnt stay for long at the chalet because i had to catch the last train home. aunty min sent me to the train station and i reached home around 12.50am. it was a long lonely journey, having only my mp3 for company. but i was so tired i was half asleep the entire journey ((=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s: no pictures because i'm waiting for the aunty to upload them ((=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;09.11.08&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whee. had piano in the morning as usual. lessons were ok.. and its so much fun teaching higher grades. my student had fun, and so did i ((=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and its time to go feed pappy the pig.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19927786-566166528772592668?l=unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/566166528772592668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19927786&amp;postID=566166528772592668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19927786/posts/default/566166528772592668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19927786/posts/default/566166528772592668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com/2008/11/shs-bday.html' title='sh&apos;s bday!'/><author><name>Medeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08145859573945414217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19927786.post-7546249143272114838</id><published>2008-11-07T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T21:07:01.834+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pissed</title><content type='html'>i am pissed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19927786-7546249143272114838?l=unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/7546249143272114838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19927786&amp;postID=7546249143272114838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19927786/posts/default/7546249143272114838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19927786/posts/default/7546249143272114838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com/2008/11/pissed.html' title='pissed'/><author><name>Medeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08145859573945414217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19927786.post-6162286195853864408</id><published>2008-11-07T01:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T02:14:27.078+08:00</updated><title type='text'>06.11.08</title><content type='html'>celebrated my mum's bday at xin fu yum cha in town and we were stuffed stuffed stuffed to the max. it was buffet dinner and the bill came up to $40 per pax!!!! i thought it was so not worth the dollar spent though the food was alright it didnt taste too bad. just normal, nice restaurant food BUT the ambience was like shit totally. other than the yucky sago honeydew dessert i had, i would rate the rest of the food 3 stars out of 5. so all in all, the whole experience was just OKAY. wouldnt be back there again though. not worth $40 for the substandard experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went to the new marina barrage!!!!!!!!!! its gonna be some new dating place in the future for couples i'm sure. woohoo! very esplanade like, minus the crowd. so its a nice romantic place to walk around the place, along the bridge, up the barrage with your bf/gf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some peektures we took:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF6424-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 309px; HEIGHT: 420px" height="801" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/DSCF6424-1.jpg" width="281" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF6429.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 311px; HEIGHT: 428px" height="881" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/DSCF6429.jpg" width="425" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF6437.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 311px; HEIGHT: 437px" height="858" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/DSCF6437.jpg" width="356" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF6433.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 426px; HEIGHT: 344px" height="594" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/DSCF6433.jpg" width="586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF6434.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 429px; HEIGHT: 354px" height="667" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/DSCF6434.jpg" width="681" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF6438.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 322px; HEIGHT: 453px" height="850" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/DSCF6438.jpg" width="391" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/our%20little%20loves/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF6436.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 426px; HEIGHT: 323px" height="618" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/our%20little%20loves/DSCF6436.jpg" width="530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/our%20little%20loves/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF6432.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 428px; HEIGHT: 337px" height="682" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/our%20little%20loves/DSCF6432.jpg" width="770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/our%20little%20loves/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF6446.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 434px; HEIGHT: 356px" height="669" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/our%20little%20loves/DSCF6446.jpg" width="614" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tadaa. till the next time!!!!!!!!! i'm off to sleep. and hope i can have some sweet dreams for a change!!!!!!!!!!!!!! stop dreaming about ghosts, cockroaches and whatnots!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19927786-6162286195853864408?l=unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/6162286195853864408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19927786&amp;postID=6162286195853864408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19927786/posts/default/6162286195853864408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19927786/posts/default/6162286195853864408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com/2008/11/061108.html' title='06.11.08'/><author><name>Medeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08145859573945414217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/our%20little%20loves/th_DSCF6436.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19927786.post-3074739887120598173</id><published>2008-11-05T13:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T13:55:07.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nov 05 08</title><content type='html'>whee! had our last paper yesterday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it was a killerrr =((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyways..... its time to movee on and complete all the things on my to-do-list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` go shopping w shihui and buy her present&lt;br /&gt;` buy present for S&lt;br /&gt;` buy present for my mum on behalf of darling&lt;br /&gt;` buy formal clothes&lt;br /&gt;` trim eyebrow&lt;br /&gt;` tidy/clean my room&lt;br /&gt;` go BBDC topup my acct, book the date for TP and get my PDL&lt;br /&gt;` contact the driving instructor and start learning&lt;br /&gt;` find sample resume to copy. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;` start sending resumes after doing the resume&lt;br /&gt;` in other words, start looking for a job&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and after darling's exams...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` go zoo!&lt;br /&gt;` drive around again ((=&lt;br /&gt;` go swimming&lt;br /&gt;` watch dl-ed movies!&lt;br /&gt;` go out gai gai!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;((=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a fun fun day yesterday!! after exams us girls and the SIM guys went to bugis... had dinner at ajiteh. food was not too bad, but the ambience was a bit like shit. anyways, went to look for shihui's hdd at sim lim but could find nothing except this WD brand. gonna go back there again today with her to search for her dream hdd. then we went to the arcade!! and we had so much fun there!! shihui and me played the ghost thing which you can hit the screen with their hammer thingy and oh my! my arms are aching from all the whacking today! we played the mario game, the throw balls at the screen game.. hahahaha. and then it was to minds cafe, which we played 2 really fun games. one which made us do really stupid actions like standing up and sitting down, clapping our hands, cover our ears (which some of us ended up slapping our own faces), and stretching our hands. it was fun fun fun! and then we played this truth-or-dare variation of jenga. hhahahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a nice change from mugging to having so much fun playing games!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;caught the last train with shihui and i went to look for darlingggg! stayed around for a while before he sent me down the hill to flag for a cab! love you darrrlingggg!! work hard for exams!! i'll wait for you to finish and we can go play play play!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tata. needa go bathe and get ready to meet aunty soh. this girl always steal my pencil and bring it home during our exam period.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19927786-3074739887120598173?l=unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/3074739887120598173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19927786&amp;postID=3074739887120598173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19927786/posts/default/3074739887120598173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19927786/posts/default/3074739887120598173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com/2008/11/nov-05-08.html' title='nov 05 08'/><author><name>Medeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08145859573945414217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19927786.post-2662356874023711458</id><published>2008-10-31T23:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T00:21:55.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 down!!!</title><content type='html'>3 down! 1 more to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last paper, strategic marketing on next tues!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh. ditto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;global was alrights today, UNTIL...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i suddenly had the impression that i numbered my section C's question number wrongly right after they collected the papers, and further confirmed it when i was talking to shihui after exam. OMG la. why the hell did i write 2 when i answered question 3?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i quickly seeked help from my coordinator and she advised me to email the exam department and told me they'll forward my email to the RMIT's side. i am so sad. and extremely mad with myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope they'll get back to me soon and i hope it wouldnt jeopardize my marks. =((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, papers this sem seems a lot better than the previous sem. sooo... i expect no failure. but i dont wish to speak too soon. lets wait for 4th dec when i get my results back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had prata w ms soh after exam today @ al ameen? al azhar? and it feels like the end of exams alr. but no, very tragically, i still have one last paper to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we saw this cockroach digging for dont know what in one of those tiny holes on the floor and by nature, whenever there is cockroach around, i would lift my legs up. and one of the uncles saw me and shihui freaking out over that brown thing, he squashed it under his slippers without hestitation. the incident left me and shihui speechless for a while. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and on the way home i took 852, and guess what. i was sitting on the chair and suddenly i saw this big ugly brown thing crawling towards me. i immediately jumped from my seat without thinking to far far away, hecking all the weird looks i got from the oh-so-big reaction. everyone was staring at an empty floor by the time i was at the back of the bus and wondering why i jumped from my seat because the ugly thing had crawled and hid under the chair i was sitting on alr. damn damn disgusting. i seriously hate cockroaches. i get nightmares about them all the time. oh man. i cant explain how much i loathe them. how much it scares me. i dont know why they scare me either. but i think they're just plain DISGUSTING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhows, im looking forward to 4th nov, shihui's 21st, lishi's 21st, ah bu's 21st, dec- the merriest season of the year, as well as a new chapter not far ahead in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello real world, im coming for you soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19927786-2662356874023711458?l=unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/2662356874023711458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19927786&amp;postID=2662356874023711458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19927786/posts/default/2662356874023711458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19927786/posts/default/2662356874023711458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com/2008/10/3-down.html' title='3 down!!!'/><author><name>Medeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08145859573945414217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19927786.post-333876239886166343</id><published>2008-10-25T23:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T16:00:39.848+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chanced across a dumb blog</title><content type='html'>woohoo. biz finance was oookkayyy.. not too bad. HAHA. one down!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chanced upon this blog fire angelism which i thought the blogger was pretty dumb and offensive to moi as a singaporean. she obviously doesnt know what CULTURE means. CULTURE is unique to each and every country, the way pple behave, speak, think and act are all DIFFERENT. just because the culture here is not the same as back home, it doesnt mean we are weird or strange. pls lah, if the brain of yours actually works, OBVIOUSLY singapore and malaysia is gonna be different because we are two different nations. havent you heard singapore is a multiculture society, no room for racism, at least the govt would hear none of it, so OBVIOUSLY most of our fast food here would have to be halal right? otherwise lose business out to competitors meh? and so what if our food is bland? havent you heard of healthy eating? we eat like that this way, we like it, dont like it, dont eat la! go cook on your own. blame yourself for not being street smart enough to look for GOOD FOOD. so what if working/career women here carries LV, Gucci and all the branded stuffs? we have $$$$$, you dont ((= it doesnt mean we are SHALLOW. dumb bitch. yeah, so what if its common knowledge that LV never goes on sale? that was OLD OLD news, in case you dont know the business world is constantly evolving and changing as well, pple can change strategy one right? pple do promo differently in different countries and because times are changing, perhaps LV is becoming old-fashion with many younger and trendier high end stores entering this market, they needed to do something to save their sales, so they go on "sale", is it not possible? and so far in my entire 21 years of life living in singapore, i've not come across a single place-tissue-on-table-to-chope-seat problem, so you can consider yourself VERY SUAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alrights, enough of rantings ((=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19927786-333876239886166343?l=unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/333876239886166343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19927786&amp;postID=333876239886166343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19927786/posts/default/333876239886166343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19927786/posts/default/333876239886166343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com/2008/10/chanced-across-dumb-blog.html' title='chanced across a dumb blog'/><author><name>Medeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08145859573945414217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19927786.post-1092845776539180137</id><published>2008-10-17T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T00:02:46.859+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sweet sweet mentos</title><content type='html'>boohoo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am still going to the lib everyday to study with ms soh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how boring can life get?? i've not step foot into anywhere else other than Jurong East and Bukit Batok since a week ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's trip to the lib was EXTRAORDINARY, HEARTWARMING and touching, and it made my day, and making life worth living. hahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its too long a story to tell here, but i met a young 12 or 13 year old girl in the lib today, she was not pretty, not even average, almost ugly (i am sorry, but i was taken aback/scared for a moment when i took a closer look at her) and has a limp when she walks because one of her leg is longer than the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however, beneath that exterior, she is quite an angel, definitely the sweetest person i've ever met so far. she is soft spoken, gentle, smiley, patient and extremely hardworking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wont tell you what happened because i needa get back to studying soon. but i can only say she touched me heart today and made me realise that true beauty does comes from within. cliché but extremely true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beauty is definitely more than just a pretty flawless face, hot bod, big eyes, sharp nose, straight teeth, long lashes and shampoo-advert worthy hair etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the girl i met today had none of those, but she had what many people did not have. pureness, patience, kindness, a giving heart and knowing how to be thankful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the little care i showed her today was uncomparable to what &lt;em&gt;she&lt;/em&gt; showed me today. i merely asked her if she wanted to have dinner with me and shihui because we overheard her bro saying that she hasnt had lunch and on top of that, her heck care mom left her in the lib when she requested to. no objections no nothing, just left her like that. she rejected my offer very sweetly and politely and you know what she did? she left me a mentos sweet on my table when me and shihui left for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a simple act of gratitude, something this world lacks. it was a simple act that made my day. i was so touched you know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19927786-1092845776539180137?l=unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/1092845776539180137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19927786&amp;postID=1092845776539180137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19927786/posts/default/1092845776539180137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19927786/posts/default/1092845776539180137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com/2008/10/sweet-sweet-mentos.html' title='sweet sweet mentos'/><author><name>Medeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08145859573945414217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19927786.post-911921930822307927</id><published>2008-10-14T02:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T02:15:20.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hungry hungry</title><content type='html'>darling and me are hungry pple now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i once said i'll make:&lt;br /&gt;1. tuna, egg, mayo, cheese bread&lt;br /&gt;2. spaghetti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. i will make them after exams and let darling try. then i'll let ee gongs try! if i have the time.. hahaha. or if i dont make a mess in the kitchen the first time round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to eat sushi!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok darling........... going to sleep already. HURRY GO SLEEP TOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19927786-911921930822307927?l=unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/911921930822307927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19927786&amp;postID=911921930822307927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19927786/posts/default/911921930822307927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19927786/posts/default/911921930822307927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com/2008/10/hungry-hungry.html' title='hungry hungry'/><author><name>Medeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08145859573945414217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19927786.post-3716914171904016623</id><published>2008-10-10T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T23:24:01.342+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bad economy</title><content type='html'>life's been boring boring boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been studying in the library with shihui and we've been seeing a lot of weird pple. irritating ones. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mentioned last sem that i hate uni exams. and i still do. hate it even more this sem. and even more so the next. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forgot to bring my sweater to the lib and darling lent me his. i suddenly mentioned to shihui the windbreaker smells like him and she gave me this you-disgusting look. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, singapore is officially in recession. damn. how to find a job like that??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;le sighs.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;doesnt help when im studying biz finance and global marketing this semester, making all these bankrupts and economy downturn sessions more real and annoyingly scary and worrisome.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;headache. gonna go back to study. =(( give me all the luck, the wisdom and brains you've got to help me pass this exam! hahaha.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19927786-3716914171904016623?l=unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/3716914171904016623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19927786&amp;postID=3716914171904016623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19927786/posts/default/3716914171904016623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19927786/posts/default/3716914171904016623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com/2008/10/bad-economy.html' title='bad economy'/><author><name>Medeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08145859573945414217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19927786.post-5660683930690609157</id><published>2008-10-05T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T23:25:12.737+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a distant memory</title><content type='html'>so many people and things have become a distant memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it has become something i understood but not feel anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm glad its over, yet, because its over, i'm making mistakes that i know i shouldnt be making.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can only let it become a distant memory. start life all over. let the past and people go, embrace the present and live for the future. ((=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my present is darling, ee gongs, piano and marketing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my future i hope will remain the same.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19927786-5660683930690609157?l=unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/5660683930690609157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19927786&amp;postID=5660683930690609157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19927786/posts/default/5660683930690609157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19927786/posts/default/5660683930690609157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com/2008/10/distant-memory.html' title='a distant memory'/><author><name>Medeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08145859573945414217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19927786.post-328320059227597838</id><published>2008-10-04T12:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T23:10:52.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'>f1 sore losers- FERRARI</title><content type='html'>tadaaa im back again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am so bored you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tons of stuffs to read. no scratch that. tons of stuffs to register in my brain. i read but dont register then i have to read again because i realized i have zero idea about what i've just read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh. so bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont know what is wrong, but things hasnt been well. read joelyn's blog and i feel her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;prob will be back laters for further ranting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;@5.56pm&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=========================================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was global mktg's final lect with geoffery yesterday (the bestest lecturer ever!) and he told us some funny news on f1 he read on the internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as everyone knows, ferrari's president called Singapore's racetrack a "circus". and our dear geoffery read somewhere that someone replied the president saying "if our track is a circus, then your drivers are clowns" HAHA. orbi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, 20 days to exams. i think counting down helps to spur me on to study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shit. everyone pls jia you and pls remind me to go study if you happen to see me slacking like now. haha. i'll miss jia n sh when this semester ends =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;@12.32pm&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19927786-328320059227597838?l=unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/328320059227597838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19927786&amp;postID=328320059227597838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19927786/posts/default/328320059227597838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19927786/posts/default/328320059227597838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com/2008/10/f1-sore-losers-ferrari.html' title='f1 sore losers- FERRARI'/><author><name>Medeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08145859573945414217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19927786.post-8757278710749830698</id><published>2008-10-01T14:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T14:22:22.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>24 more days to exams</title><content type='html'>uh-oh. its the 1st of oct alr.. happy childrens day as well as hari raya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24 days left to the first paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we've yet to complete even half the final strategy proj.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uh-oh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh. need to start studying NOW NOW NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate uni exams. i really do. i hate startegy marketing because the textbook is crap, the lecturer's notes are crap too. i think i need to use advanced marketing's notes to study if its of any help at all. we have no idea what/how the questions are like, no idea abt the subject. it is oh so familar and we think we know it, yet i dont know how to apply it because the lecturer and the textbook doesnt teach us how to apply because they only supply us with information which we've learnt since last semester, or since we've started studying marketing in poly. we've got to piece a mountain load of models, stratgies, implications and factors together from mixed modules such as advanced marketing, marketing communications, global marketing, consumer behaviour etc in order to write a piece of essay. i hate essay questions. i hate the debating parts because i always write pages of possibly nonsense till my hand is gonna break yet i dont know if i got my point across. i dont know how to study for the exam. HOW?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyways, its time to complete a teeny bit of start proj now and hopefully i'll be disciplined enough to read some global text or sales articles later in the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so sayonara.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19927786-8757278710749830698?l=unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/8757278710749830698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19927786&amp;postID=8757278710749830698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19927786/posts/default/8757278710749830698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19927786/posts/default/8757278710749830698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com/2008/10/24-more-days-to-exams.html' title='24 more days to exams'/><author><name>Medeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08145859573945414217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19927786.post-3152319709765072061</id><published>2008-09-28T00:21:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T12:57:38.471+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chase the blues away</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;whee.. last 2 weeks of project period before the nightmare begins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to sch for GM.. and seeing the project neatly binded, ready for submission reminds me why i prefer slogging for projects rather than to mug for exams. everything was done to perfection. whatever grade we get, we can proudly say we've given it our best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had dinner w darling's friends to celebrate 2 of his friend's bday, belated tho.. haha. had zi char at chinatown which was wow expensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;came home soon after because darling has a test on mon ((=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, the stressful time is here again. everyone's feeling cranky, moody or emo-ish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;you irke me. the world is so small. you are eww.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm anyways, theres a thousand and one thing to do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. complete evaluation for sales proj&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2. complete PE of PEST for strat proj&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;3. complete porter 5 forces for strat proj&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;4. revise grade 5 theory&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;5. read global textbook&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;6. read sales textbook&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;7. read sales articles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually theres only 7 but i think to complete all these, will take me at least 2 weeks to do, but i dont have 2 weeks. i need to complete no.1 to no.3 by today if possible, if not by tmr i hope. =((&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sighs. so now i'm off to complete no. 1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s: see my beloved jia and sh on mon!! school is always fun w the 2 of you around! we'll always manage to laugh, talk nonsense, do nonsense whenever its just the 3 of us around. even better if the whole of ee gong is studying together.. oh how i missed those poly days... sighs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19927786-3152319709765072061?l=unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/3152319709765072061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19927786&amp;postID=3152319709765072061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19927786/posts/default/3152319709765072061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19927786/posts/default/3152319709765072061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com/2008/09/chase-blues-away.html' title='chase the blues away'/><author><name>Medeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08145859573945414217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19927786.post-1691956686211305169</id><published>2008-09-24T00:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T00:28:12.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>whee</title><content type='html'>whee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're so bored doing projects. hahaha. but it beats having to study for exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, darling and me finally went for a haircut!!! he has short, neat and nice hair now and my hair is a lot shorter ((=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;daddy invited darling over for dinner today at the zi char stall opp our house and we ended up so fullll. he came by to watch abit of tv before going home ((=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i think i really want to visit the dentist to clean my teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.. back to project.. theres still GM to compile, exec sum to do, strat porter and PEST. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY 14th MONTH DARLING ((=&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/19927786-1691956686211305169?l=unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/1691956686211305169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19927786&amp;postID=1691956686211305169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19927786/posts/default/1691956686211305169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19927786/posts/default/1691956686211305169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com/2008/09/whee.html' title='whee'/><author><name>Medeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08145859573945414217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19927786.post-2130028835167842575</id><published>2008-09-17T20:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T21:15:48.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i love you Jesus</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;READ THIS STORY IF YOU LOVE ME. READ THIS STORY IF YOU'RE MY FRIEND. READ THIS STORY IF YOU KNOW I LOVE YOU. READ THIS STORY IF YOU'RE SOMEONE I SAID TO BEFORE, THAT YOU ARE IMPORTANT TO ME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;READ IT BECAUSE I BEG YOU TO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;'Let me explain the problem science has with Jesus Christ.' The atheist professor of philosophy pauses before his class and then asks one of his new students to stand. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;'You're a Christian, aren't you, son?' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;'Yes sir,' the student says. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;'So you believe in God?' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;'Absolutely.' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;'Is God good?' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;'Sure! God's good.' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;'Is God all-powerful? Can God do anything?' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;'Yes.' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;'Are you good or evil?' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;'The Bible says I'm evil.' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;The professor grins knowingly. 'Aha! The Bible!' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;He considers for a moment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;'Here's one for you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Let's say there's a sick person over here and you can cure him. You can do it. Would you help him? Would you try?' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;'Yes sir, I would.' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;'So you're good...!' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;'I wouldn't say that.' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;'But why not say that? You'd help a sick and maimed person if you could. Most of us would if we could. But God doesn't.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;The student does not answer, so the professor continues. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;'He doesn't, does he? My brother was a Christian who died of cancer, even though he prayed to Jesus to heal him How is this Jesus good? Hmmm? Can you answer that one?' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;The student remains silent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;'No, you can't, can you?' the professor says. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;He takes a sip of water from a glass on his desk to give the student time to relax. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;'Let's start again, young fella Is God good?' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;'Er...yes,' the student says. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;'Is Satan good?' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;The student doesn't hesitate on this one. 'No.' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;'Then where does Satan come from?' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;The student : 'From...God..' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;'That's right. God made Satan, didn't he? Tell me, son. Is there evil in this world?' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;'Yes, sir.' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;'Evil's everywhere, isn't it? And God did make everything, correct?' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;'Yes.' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;'So who created evil?' The professor continued, 'If God created everything, then God created evil, since evil exists, and according to the principle that our works define who we are, then God is evil.' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Without allowing the student to answer, the professor continues: 'Is there sickness? Immorality? Hatred? Ugliness? All these terrible things, do they exist in this world?' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;The student: 'Yes.' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;'So who created them?' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;The student does not answer again, so the professor repeats his question. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;'Who created them? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;There is still no answer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Suddenly the lecturer breaks away to pace in front of the classroom. The class is mesmerized. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;'Tell me,' he continues onto another student. 'Do you believe in Jesus Christ, son?' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;The student's voice is confident: 'Yes, professor, I do.' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;The old man stops pacing. 'Science says you have five senses you use to identify and observe the world around you. Have you ever seen Jesus?' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;'No sir. I've never seen Him' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;'Then tell us if you've ever heard your Jesus?' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;'No, sir, I have not.' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;'Have you ever actually felt your Jesus, tasted your Jesus or smelled your Jesus? Have you ever had any sensory perception of Jesus Christ, or God for that matter?' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;'No, sir, I'm afraid I haven't.' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;'Yet you still believe in him?' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;'Yes.' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;'According to the rules of empirical, testable, demonstrable protocol, science says your God doesn't exist. What do you say to that, son?' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;'Nothing,' the student replies. 'I only have my faith.' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;'Yes, faith,' the professor repeats. 'And that is the problem science has with God. There is no evidence, only faith.' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;The student stands quietly for a moment, before asking a question of his own. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;'Professor, is there such thing as heat?' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;'Yes,' the professor replies. 'There's heat.' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;'And is there such a thing as cold?' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;'Yes, son, there's cold too.' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;'No sir, there isn't.' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;The professor turns to face the student, obviously interested. The room suddenly becomes very quiet. The student begins to explain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;'You can have lots of heat, even more heat, super-heat, mega-heat, unlimited heat, white heat, a little heat or no heat, but we don't have anything called 'cold'. We can hit up to 458 degrees below zero, which is no heat, but we can't go any further after that. There is no such thing as cold; otherwise we would be able to go colder than the lowest -458 degrees. Every body or object is susceptible to study when it has or transmits energy, and heat is what makes a body or matter have or transmit energy. Absolute zero (-458 F) is the total absence of heat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;You see, sir, cold is only a word we use to describe the absence of heat. We cannot measure cold. Heat we can measure in thermal units because heat is energy. Cold is not the opposite of heat, sir, just the absence of it.' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Silence across the room. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;A pen drops somewhere in the classroom, sounding like a hammer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;'What about darkness, professor. Is there such a thing as darkness?' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;'Yes,' the professor replies without hesitation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;'What is night if it isn't darkness?' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;'You're wrong again, sir. Darkness is not something; it is the absence of something. You can have low light, normal light, bright light, flashing light, but if you have no light constantly you have nothing and it's called darkness, isn't it? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;That's the meaning we use to define the word. In reality, darkness isn't. If it were, you would be able to make darkness darker, wouldn't you?' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;The professor begins to smile at the student in front of him. This will be a good semester. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;'So what point are you making, young man?' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;'Yes, professor. My point is, your philosophical premise is flawed to start with, and so your conclusion must also be flawed.' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;The professor's face cannot hide his surprise this time. 'Flawed? Can you explain how?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;'You are working on the premise of duality,' the student explains. 'You argue that there is life and then there's death; a good God and a bad God. You are viewing the concept of God as something finite, something we can measure. Sir, science can't even explain a thought. It uses electricity and magnetism, but has never seen, much less fully understood either one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;To view death as the opposite of life is to be ignorant of the fact that death cannot exist as a substantive thing. Death is not the opposite of life, just the absence of it.' 'Now tell me, professor. Do you teach your students that they evolved from a monkey?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;'If you are referring to the natural evolutionary process, young man, yes, of course I do'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;'Have you ever observed evolution with your own eyes, sir?' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;The professor begins to shake his head, still smiling, as he realizes where the argument is going. A very good semester, indeed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;'Since no one has ever observed the process of evolution at work and cannot even prove that this process is an on-going endeavour, are you not teachingyour opinion, sir? Are you now not a scientist, but a preacher?' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;The class is in uproar. The student remains silent until the commotion has subsided. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;'To continue the point you were making earlier to the other student, let me give you an example of what I mean.' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;The student looks around the room. 'Is there anyone in the class who has ever seen the professor's brain?' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;The class breaks out into laughter. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;'Is there anyone here who has ever heard the professor's brain, felt the professor's brain, touched or smelled the professor's brain? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;No one appears to have done so. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;'So, according to the established rules of empirical, stable, demonstrable protocol, science says that you have no brain, with all due respect, sir. So if science says you have no brain, how can we trust your lectures, sir?' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Now the room is silent. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;The professor just stares at the student, his face unreadable. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Finally, after what seems an eternity, the old man answers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;'I guess you'll have to take them on faith.' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;'Now, you accept that there is faith, and, in fact, faith exists with life,' the student continues. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;'Now, sir, is there such a thing as evil?' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Now uncertain, the professor responds, 'Of course, there is. We see it everyday. It is in the daily example of man's inhumanity to man. It is in the multitude of crime and violence everywhere in the world. These manifestations are nothing else but evil.' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;To this the student replied, 'Evil does not exist sir, or at least it does not exist unto itself. Evil is simply the absence of God. It is just like darkness and cold, a word that man has created to describe the absence of God. God did not create evil. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Evil is the result of what happens when man does not have God's love present in his heart. It's like the cold that comes when there is no heat or the darkness that comes when there is no light.' The professor sat down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Pass this on if you love Jesus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;There are many things in the world which people cant explain.. we try ways and means to find an explanation. Science is the key to it. Science solves mysteries, science explores deep into matters, science has uncovered so many amazing and unbelievable discoveries. but WHO created all these wonders?? its God. science only discovered it. lets talk abt the big bang... the big bang is supposed to prove that God did create the world. But who created the big bang? God is real. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;so if you love me and if you are my friend. stop mocking God. i am not a good son of God. I dont go to church, i've not prayed for a long time. i've sinned so much by doing all the things that He told me not to do. But you know what... HE STILL LOVES ME SO MUCH. each time i break his heart, he NEVER gives up.. He finds ways and means to get to me.. to tell me that HE LOVES ME. He will try and try and try and try again till the day i DIE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;God is our father... just like your own flesh and blood father. Your daddy would love you no matter what you do... BECAUSE you're his son/daughter. There is no reason WHY. There is no reason. Our father in heaven loves us like how your daddy loves you. Its a RELATIONSHIP. FATHER AND CHILD RELATIONSHIP. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;if you had done something that broke your daddy's heart so bad and left home.. because you were too ashamed to face him... is it still so easy for you to go home the next day and still bask in the love and care that he unconditionally gives you?? are you not ASHAMED? not GUILTY? it takes a lot a lot a lot of infinite courage to tell your daddy, I'M SORRY, WOULD YOU FORGIVE ME FOR THE THINGS I'VE DONE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;would you so easily be able to tell your daddy that I'M SORRY I BROKE YOUR HEART WHEN YOU LOVED ME WITH YOUR BODY AND SOUL? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;you know that your daddy surely will forgive you BECAUSE HE LOVES YOU SO. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BUT WOULD U DO THAT?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;it takes so much to face him. it takes so much to go back and say i'm sorrry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;do you know why i dont go to church, pray and sin and do all the things he told me not to? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BECAUSE I AM GUILTY. I AM ASHAMED. I AM BASICALLY A COWARD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i dare not face him. i dare not go back to him and promise i will not stray. because i will. because satan will tempt me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Satan tempts and tries to destroy people who are close to GOD. because satan OPPOSES GOD. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the closer i get to God, each time i try to go back Him, my life screws up. ask Christians around you. they have troubled lives. its not because God isnt there for them. God is.. always has been, and always will be. and so will Satan. Satan always has been everywhere God is and always will be. Satan tempts. Only the strongest in faith will be able to go through this ordeal till the day he dies and finally be together with God. Wouldnt that be most worthy one to be with God? Because God offers you the heavens. only the worthiest will be able to enjoy the goodness he gives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am not a person of strong faith. I back away from troubles, i run away from them. I am so afraid. I try to be alone.. but Im never happy without God in me. Its never complete. I never feel complete without him. Its only his LOVE can make me feel complete.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You will not understand why only his love will make me feel complete if you have not experienced God's love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If you dont understand, i am not asking you to believe in God. you dont have to. i am in no position to preach God's words because i myself cant do what He tells me to do, so who am i to preach to you? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i only want you to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;respect me&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Respect God&lt;/span&gt;. Respect that i love God and that i believe God is real. you cannot disrespect me just because you dont understand. if you are able to understand you wouldnt need to go through studying, go through life because you understand everything right? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;because i am not the most patient person, the bestest friend or person you've ever met, the nicest girl you've ever seen, the angel i seem to be and find out later how devlish i am, DOES NOT MEAN THAT GOD IS LIKE THAT TOO. its just that i'm only human.. i ERR LIKE EVERYONE DOES. believing that Christ exist does not mean that we are PERFECT, does not mean that we make no mistakes, we are only HUMAN. we hate, we love, we do wrong, we can be fake, can be anything. we're only human. Believing in God is a relationship, not a religion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Don't say that i dont go church and all that, and assume that God is nothing. Going to church is more than just physically going to a place. Its giving you heart, your body and your soul to Christ. Its telling Satan that you're ready to receive all his abuse and temptations. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i am not ready. and i feel like such a failure. i dont know when i will be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;so now.. dont ever mention 'religion' to me unless you understand how i feel and can help me through this. dont ever mock God infront of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19927786-2130028835167842575?l=unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/2130028835167842575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19927786&amp;postID=2130028835167842575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19927786/posts/default/2130028835167842575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19927786/posts/default/2130028835167842575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-love-you-jesus.html' title='i love you Jesus'/><author><name>Medeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08145859573945414217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19927786.post-1182234326247714821</id><published>2008-09-15T23:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T00:24:29.498+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 days of memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;13.09.08&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`went for global mktg lessons in the morning&lt;br /&gt;`did proj w jia in school&lt;br /&gt;`school was having some campus tour thing. so they were bringing pple around, going into places like the LAB.. so there were people and groups popping into the lab once in a while to take a look. and we felt very much like the monkies in the zoo. haha.&lt;br /&gt;`met darling to have dinner at yaki yaki or yuki yuki..&lt;br /&gt;`IT WAS FUN FUN FUN!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;`had so much foooooooddd.&lt;br /&gt;`and i made icecream!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;`it has been a long time since i last spent my dinners like that w darling..&lt;br /&gt;`i love you darling! love you for everything.. esp for being patient w me..&lt;br /&gt;`walked past esplanade and saw many lantern trees...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/our%20little%20loves/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF6383.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 467px; HEIGHT: 369px" height="615" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/our%20little%20loves/DSCF6383.jpg" width="594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/our%20little%20loves/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF6384.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 308px; HEIGHT: 451px" height="879" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/our%20little%20loves/DSCF6384.jpg" width="437" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x 10 of the amt u see here is in our tummies.. hahaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/our%20little%20loves/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF6386.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 306px; HEIGHT: 458px" height="907" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/our%20little%20loves/DSCF6386.jpg" width="236" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my ice cream!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i made 7 flavours!! the pink one tastes like shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/our%20little%20loves/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF6393.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 312px; HEIGHT: 443px" height="793" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/our%20little%20loves/DSCF6393.jpg" width="368" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/our%20little%20loves/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF6392.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 314px; HEIGHT: 488px" height="828" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/our%20little%20loves/DSCF6392.jpg" width="368" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF6391.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 316px; HEIGHT: 493px" height="869" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/DSCF6391.jpg" width="375" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF6387.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 316px; HEIGHT: 455px" height="879" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/DSCF6387.jpg" width="407" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF6395.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 316px; HEIGHT: 495px" height="886" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/DSCF6395.jpg" width="468" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;((= LOVE LOVE LOVE ((=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;14.09.08&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`fell sick in the middle of the night&lt;br /&gt;`went to work anyways.. cant i cannot afford to miss any lessons. i hate doing make up lessons the most. it upsets my schedule.&lt;br /&gt;`the admin girls bought panadol for me..&lt;br /&gt;`and i felt so so so so so so much better after popping 2&lt;br /&gt;`private lesson was cancelled because she had dinner since it was MID AUTUMN FESTIVAL! `long gone were the days i carried lanterns around the neighbourhood and burning many many lanterns along the way. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;15.09.08&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`am still a little sick today.. but i've gotten my voice back except that i've developed a cough that seems to go so deep into my lungs that i cant get it out.&lt;br /&gt;`went to school as usual... had sherman's lecture on strat mktg, but man.. all he was talking abt was ORG BEHAVIOUR! argh.&lt;br /&gt;`had lunch in school.. had yong tau hu and i think i'll just order without the bee hoon next time unless im really very very hungry because i was stuffed just eating the liaos. lesson learnt.&lt;br /&gt;`did proj in the afternoon and we had such a tough time looking for labs. we ended up at one of the benches on the 4th floor splitting work.&lt;br /&gt;`we did not only managed to split the work, but 2 of our proj mates.. for i cant rem what reasons.. got injured by ms soh. hahahaha. but it was really interesting to watch.. me, jia n ed being the audience&lt;br /&gt;`went mc to play a bit of piano before meeting darling&lt;br /&gt;`watched BANGKOK DANGEROUS with his friends from uni&lt;br /&gt;`it was a NICE SHOW! i would rate it 3/5??&lt;br /&gt;`and throughout the entire show i thought nicolas cage really looked like sherman!!!!!!!!!!! he really really does!! but goooodness the diff between them is HUGE. i got charmed by nicolas cage, and i never ever have gotten charmed by sherman.&lt;br /&gt;`it was an evening spent w my love again ((= thanks darling for the love and care!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19927786-1182234326247714821?l=unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/1182234326247714821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19927786&amp;postID=1182234326247714821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19927786/posts/default/1182234326247714821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19927786/posts/default/1182234326247714821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com/2008/09/2-days-of-memories.html' title='2 days of memories'/><author><name>Medeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08145859573945414217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/ourlovestory240707/our%20little%20loves/th_DSCF6383.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19927786.post-4009156765018363459</id><published>2008-09-13T01:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T01:43:42.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DAMN PISSED</title><content type='html'>i am DAMN PISSED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my stupid printer ran out of ink while printing my GM notes halfway. so i took the cartridge out to refill the ink. (yes i'm using pirated ones) and i have absoutely no idea where to pump the ink into the cartridge and i made a bloody big mess out of it so now my fingers are stained with stubborn ink which i tried all ways and mean to rid of but to no avail. i tried normal handwash, shower foam, detergent, makeup remover and nail polish remover and I STILL CANT GET RID OF THE STUPID INK. now i've got a super dirty third finger which i think i'll use a plaster to cover up when i go school tomorrow. ARGGGGHH. the only comforting thing was i refilled the dumb thing in the toilet so i saved myself from making a mess in the living room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after cleaning my fingers, the toilet and the cartridge, i fitted the thing back to the printer and lo and behold i printed the rest of the notes. so at least my fingers were dirtied for a cause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i closed the damn pdf after printing i accidently closed the PEST word document which i was working on the entire afternoon without saving it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which explains why I AM DAMN PISSED NOW. wont i ever learn to save my documents every now and then?????????????????????????????????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19927786-4009156765018363459?l=unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/4009156765018363459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19927786&amp;postID=4009156765018363459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19927786/posts/default/4009156765018363459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19927786/posts/default/4009156765018363459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com/2008/09/damn-pissed.html' title='DAMN PISSED'/><author><name>Medeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08145859573945414217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19927786.post-8483321249048884062</id><published>2008-09-11T20:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T21:07:07.164+08:00</updated><title type='text'>life goes on...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;09.09.08&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a biz finance test in the afternoon which we had so much "fun" figuring out all that messy theory and numbers for weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after lesson, ed drove the group (minus glenn) to bugis for dinner and we shopped at the street after that!!! bought earrings and a tube and im so in the shopping mood ((= cant wait to get my hands on the tops from VS and F21 ((=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;darling was sick the entire day. pls eat more vit C k...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;10.09.08&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;had school as usual and sales comm lesson was BORING BORING BORING!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;did a focus grp thing for ed's MR proj and he was supposed to record a short 3 min clip, so all of us had to act act like we are using touch phones. and i couldnt stop laughing so we had to NG once. the second time the person beside me NG-ed because he couldnt stop laughing either. haha. but we managed to get the 3 min clip done the 3rd time round.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so anyways, the project season is here again!! time to slog for hours and hours infront of the com doing reports reports n more reports again. 3 big projects to be completed by sept. yeaaaaap. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;went to darling's hse at night, and his bed was so comfy we both fell asleep till 1.30am before we groggily walked down the hill to flag a cab ((=&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i love falling asleep on your arms, close beside you, to feel the warmth that you give, and waking up to you beside me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;11.09.08&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;didnt have lessons today but we went school for proj discussion. didnt think we were very productive today because we were half the time doing dont know what.. i tried to get some stuffs done but argh, my brain was half asleep and could churn nothing out. left school around 5 plus and ed drove us to bb for dinner. had zi char at the cc opp my house and the food was yummmeh! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;its time to go bathe and get some work done noww. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19927786-8483321249048884062?l=unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/8483321249048884062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19927786&amp;postID=8483321249048884062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19927786/posts/default/8483321249048884062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19927786/posts/default/8483321249048884062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com/2008/09/life-goes-on.html' title='life goes on...'/><author><name>Medeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08145859573945414217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19927786.post-8855121907007021091</id><published>2008-09-05T02:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T02:48:23.961+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the world is not as rosy as you think it is</title><content type='html'>reality is harsher than however you imagine it to be.&lt;br /&gt;the world is not a rosy picture, i am not a person who would paint you one either.&lt;br /&gt;i'd give you instead, what reality really is.&lt;br /&gt;no point living in only what comforts you, one must learn to live with what disturbs you.&lt;br /&gt;this is life for you and me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19927786-8855121907007021091?l=unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/8855121907007021091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19927786&amp;postID=8855121907007021091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19927786/posts/default/8855121907007021091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19927786/posts/default/8855121907007021091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com/2008/09/world-is-not-as-rosy-as-you-think-it-is.html' title='the world is not as rosy as you think it is'/><author><name>Medeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08145859573945414217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19927786.post-5943628156301552256</id><published>2008-09-02T00:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T19:36:01.849+08:00</updated><title type='text'>seriously no matter how</title><content type='html'>had a bad morning because of some retarded stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyways, to cut the long story short, after waking up to a retarded morning, i got ready for my first private lesson with 2 sisters whom i've been teaching for some time. they're absolute sweeties and its never a chore to teach them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that i went to school, picked up the damn notes and left. i had wanted to try going for lessons but i've never been to lessons alone before, so the moment i stepped in class plan B surfaced in an almost autopilot mode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so lesson learnt here: i need to be more independent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i went to mc for piano therapy afterwards and it was damn shiok to use the exam studio from 3pm to 9.30pm. HAHA. sight reading any score that i can get my hands on. grade 1 to 8 pieces, diploma pieces. damn good time spent there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;darling came over to meet me at BB after his lessons and we had bubble tea!! and he came up to MC for a while.. so we were just playing around with the piano and instruments and talk rubbish. hahaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, time to feed pappy ((=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;p.s: like what pple always say, change is the only thing thats constant in this world. how true. hold onto things that are WORTH holding on. or least hold onto because you want to. i know what i truly want, and what i can or cannot let go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19927786-5943628156301552256?l=unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/5943628156301552256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19927786&amp;postID=5943628156301552256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19927786/posts/default/5943628156301552256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19927786/posts/default/5943628156301552256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com/2008/09/seriously-no-matter-how.html' title='seriously no matter how'/><author><name>Medeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08145859573945414217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19927786.post-8652076949659039143</id><published>2008-09-01T00:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T19:33:16.508+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my love</title><content type='html'>i am damn tired because i slept at 2am and woke up at 9.30am, and spent my entire day teaching piano from 10.15am to 8.30pm. seriously... im damn sleepy now. hahaha. but i'm blogging because i feel emotionally rejuvenated!! and i need to jot this happy feeling down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i wished i had more of those hours like that evening with you. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and i wished i could nestle in your hugs forever.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;if kisses were tangible, i would want to keep yours in a bottle.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;we'll ride the waves together,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;my only wish is for life to be kinder.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i want to stay with you all my life,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i hope nothing would tear us apart,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;because you're my significant other,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;without you, i'm only half.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;four hundred and four days and still counting. we'll keep moving forward together, just like how time has been ticking endlessly since forever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19927786-8652076949659039143?l=unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/8652076949659039143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19927786&amp;postID=8652076949659039143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19927786/posts/default/8652076949659039143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19927786/posts/default/8652076949659039143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspokenmemoirs.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-love.html' title='my love'/><author><name>Medeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08145859573945414217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.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>
