<?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-9688315</id><updated>2011-04-22T12:57:35.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>christine</title><subtitle type='html'>rants.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faintvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9688315/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faintvoices.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9688315/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>yong hua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02177939000930334294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>444</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9688315.post-116298085592804540</id><published>2006-11-08T18:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T22:19:44.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>School was really boring today. Went early for brunch with Jiaen. Then wasted 2 hours in class today writing. I was so cold till my chin started shivering. The air-con was directly blowing behind my neck. So throughout the 1hour while I had to do the assignment, I had chills down my spine over and over again. It was terrible. Im gona bring my sweater every wed to school. Hmmm then went lsct to hand up the application forms. On the way, I met my ex-les partner, Ivy. Haha. Hmm then at lsct, met Mrchong so passed him the forms. Then he called Jiaen, Fitrah. Haha. Jiaen was so angry with him today. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, went over to honey's place awhile. Well, I couldnt sleep last night no matter how I tried. Only managed to get 2 hours of sleep. So when I reached his place, all I wanted was to hug him from his back and fall asleep. Thats one thing I can do all day long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I am lying beside you, I tend to be able to put everything down and fall asleep. Cause whenever you're here, I feel safe, very safe. Then slowly, fall asleep soundly. But when Im home sleeping alone, I cant stop thinking and I wont be able to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Thats how &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;your&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; magic works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im tired. Goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9688315-116298085592804540?l=faintvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faintvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/116298085592804540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9688315&amp;postID=116298085592804540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9688315/posts/default/116298085592804540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9688315/posts/default/116298085592804540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faintvoices.blogspot.com/2006/11/school-was-really-boring-today.html' title=''/><author><name>yong hua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02177939000930334294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9688315.post-116257847794323176</id><published>2006-11-04T02:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T02:27:57.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday was the third!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;Happy 2 years and 3 months honey! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had school yesterday, finally done with Mol revision. As usua, Jiaen and Fit skipped lecture. I stayed cause I didnt want honey to skip. Haha. Rar bad flu. ): I dont know how I got it. But I was only sick since the Ipc lecture started. I guess Jiaen hates him more now. Hmmm then after school, went home to sleep. I slept till 9 plus then went back to sleep again till12 plus. Then went to meet honey downstairs for our very late dinner. Bought food back for them and honey came up awhile. And when Im not well, I can hardly control my temper. So blah blah, he had to go back. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9688315-116257847794323176?l=faintvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faintvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/116257847794323176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9688315&amp;postID=116257847794323176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9688315/posts/default/116257847794323176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9688315/posts/default/116257847794323176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faintvoices.blogspot.com/2006/11/yesterday-was-third-happy-2-years-and.html' title=''/><author><name>yong hua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02177939000930334294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9688315.post-116237981264422155</id><published>2006-11-01T19:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T22:03:25.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I feel awful today. I didnt expect myself to feel this way. I kept asking myself why why and why. Just cant figure why. Recently, Ive been feeling this way quite a lot. And I dont like it. =Theres no point in asking others but myself cause others cant possibly know why. Whenever Im feeling this way or just unhappy, I act crazy. I bet jiaen knows. Cause I think Ive been acting kinda crazy lately. Like what Joanna said, first I was like this then I was like that then I was like this again. Only the girls at the table will understand. And once I put on a happy face, no &lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;one will know. I felt really tired today. Just tired of doing anything. Can you imagine someone crying on the bus? And crying because she is just feeling so fucked up inside and god knows why? I certainly can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I miss you honey. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9688315-116237981264422155?l=faintvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faintvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/116237981264422155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9688315&amp;postID=116237981264422155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9688315/posts/default/116237981264422155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9688315/posts/default/116237981264422155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faintvoices.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-feel-awful-today.html' title=''/><author><name>yong hua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02177939000930334294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9688315.post-116230266542136411</id><published>2006-10-31T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T21:51:05.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;3 more 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;Then happy 2 years and 3 months!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are &lt;strong&gt;M&lt;/strong&gt;any m&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;ny ma&lt;strong&gt;N&lt;/strong&gt;y man&lt;strong&gt;Y  &lt;/strong&gt;great things in my head now. Im thinking about how honey and I got together. When we started smsing and all. Then I know there was something about Mac's chickenMc nuggets. He was at mac that time eating mc nuggets and smsing me I think. Then there was another time I came home with nuggets. Then I offered him some cause he was downstairs. Haha. Then lots more la. Shall talk about the rest another time when I think about it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to talk about the memories we shared. Things I never knew and was embarrassed to ask before, I can ask now. Haha. Then whenever we talk about it, we;ll laugh and giggle and make fun of each other. Haha. I think its fun la to talk about all these. Remembering how shy we were in the past. When he first put his arms around me, when he first held my hands, when he first gave me a peck on my cheek and lips. And and! When we first kissed passionately! Hahaha. I laugh at all these la. Well, silly in love you all might say. But its nice. I feel blessed. (: I really do.  :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright i shall save the rest for the post Im gona write 3 days later! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;As long as I can still make you smile, I &lt;u&gt;will&lt;/u&gt; stay by your side &lt;u&gt;no matter what&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9688315-116230266542136411?l=faintvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faintvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/116230266542136411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9688315&amp;postID=116230266542136411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9688315/posts/default/116230266542136411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9688315/posts/default/116230266542136411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faintvoices.blogspot.com/2006/10/3-more-days-then-happy-2-years-and-3.html' title=''/><author><name>yong hua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02177939000930334294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9688315.post-116230028242753198</id><published>2006-10-31T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T21:11:22.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wana watch the movie step up! Ever since I watched the preview, I've been waiting for the movie to be out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay anyway, Im gona start to switch my biological clock back to the way it was. My sleeping time must not exceed 1. Yeah. So anyone who sees me online still when its way past 1, chase me to sleep. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright school was kinda okay. Lessons were boring. Not to mention, Ipc tutorial and lab. Dear Jiaen got so pissed at him. And we took silly pictures la. Jia kept snapping silly shots of me. Haha. My eyes are too tiny already. I dont like them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rar its already the 4th day. But still so much. =\&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9688315-116230028242753198?l=faintvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faintvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/116230028242753198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9688315&amp;postID=116230028242753198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9688315/posts/default/116230028242753198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9688315/posts/default/116230028242753198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faintvoices.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-wana-watch-movie-step-up-ever-since.html' title=''/><author><name>yong hua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02177939000930334294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9688315.post-116222374701643248</id><published>2006-10-30T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T00:26:21.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Honey and I overslept this morning. So we just went for maths. Then after that we met aaron and went town. Then honey and I went cine to eat kfc. Walked around, we went forum. Then honey got the two sexy lady vintage tees he wanted from D&amp;amp;G. We went blackjack to look for that white spag we saw the other time. But it was gone ):&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm then we went Zara to see if there were any nice dresses there. But none. All the ugly, auntie dresses. Yuck. Hmmm honey maybe I should get a leopard print lingerie. You know why.. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE DIDNT GET TO EAT ICE CREAM TODAY! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didnt really walk much cause we were really tired so we decided to head home. Then went over to his place, we took a nice quick bath and hit the bed. His bed, is the most comfortable one i've ever slept on. I only like his bed. I like every bed he has at home. Hmmm so I was suppose to wake him up at 830. But I overslept again. He woke me up at 930 but I was so tired and I really didnt feel like getting up. I wanted to stay for the night but I cant. ARGH. I hate nights like these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mood is getting worse. So goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9688315-116222374701643248?l=faintvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faintvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/116222374701643248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9688315&amp;postID=116222374701643248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9688315/posts/default/116222374701643248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9688315/posts/default/116222374701643248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faintvoices.blogspot.com/2006/10/honey-and-i-overslept-this-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>yong hua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02177939000930334294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9688315.post-116213952210828288</id><published>2006-10-30T00:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T23:36:19.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Pms suck. Having menses suck. You have to wear a pad all day. Its like we have no choice but to be a baby once a month and wear "pampers". You wont feel right and you cant have fun. Im still having cramps. I had it last night before I fell asleep. Then again today, ever since I woke up. Its been hurting the whole day. Damn. My moodswings are damn bad too. And Im in no mood to joke with anyone. I'll be damn fed up with you if you tell me nonsense, yell at me, or just whatever la. I'll be even more irritated if you wana put your hands on me, my hands or give me the girlfriend/sister/mother love hug. Or whatever. If I dont slap your hands away or reject you, you are so damn lucky. I need a hot water bag and panadol. But I dont have either one of them here. Tsk&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9688315-116213952210828288?l=faintvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faintvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/116213952210828288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9688315&amp;postID=116213952210828288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9688315/posts/default/116213952210828288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9688315/posts/default/116213952210828288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faintvoices.blogspot.com/2006/10/pms-suck_30.html' title=''/><author><name>yong hua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02177939000930334294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9688315.post-116205103256746963</id><published>2006-10-29T17:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T05:15:38.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I went over to honey's place today. As soon as I was on the bed hugging honey, I fell asleep. Then honey woke me up with a kiss (: We had lunch and went back to sleep again. Then slept till 4plus, idled around then honey had to get ready for his cousin's wedding dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking about what we talked about last night in the bus. I told honey that he has the kinda smile that brightens people's day and melts their hearts. Then he said. It only happens to me. Hahaha. I mean, yeah it should only happen to me. If not I'll probably forbid him to smile outside or he'll charm other people. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm I think I'm used to helping honey get ready and change. And I like helping him too. Take his brief or boxers, help to choose which matching top or bottoms to wear, take the hairdryer out and keeping it. Then watch him style his hair in the toilet. Then wash his hands with soap and fling his hands after that. And I'll feel water droplets on my face, hands and thighs. Then wet his hands and style again. Then wash his hands and fling his hands again. Or if we're not planning to go anywhere nice, just to send me home, I'll help him change while he is still half asleep. Cause my lazy boy refuses to get up and change himself. He wants to sleep a little longer. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I miss you boy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9688315-116205103256746963?l=faintvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faintvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/116205103256746963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9688315&amp;postID=116205103256746963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9688315/posts/default/116205103256746963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9688315/posts/default/116205103256746963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faintvoices.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-went-over-to-honeys-place-today.html' title=''/><author><name>yong hua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02177939000930334294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9688315.post-116197508975186144</id><published>2006-10-28T02:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T03:03:07.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My blog is finally alive again.&lt;br /&gt;I know people like Jiaen are smiling away now. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway honey and I reached school really late today then we had lessons and we skipped the ipc lecture. The girls and I all passed our cards to zoey so she could help us clock in. Haha. Hmmm then honey and I took a bus back with yongwen. When we reached home, the very first thing we love to do is bathe. We hate it when we're feeling sticky and hot. Then changed and all and went bugis. Honey wanted to send his jeans for alteration and collect his friend's jeans. Then we had lunch at yoshinoya and gerard came. Then we went back to the shop again and then took a bus to town. Went forum to see these 3 shirts from D&amp;amp;G honey wanted to get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay honey you can get any of the shirts you showed me today. Yes, they are really nice. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm then we went Zara cause honey told gerard to get clothes from zara kids? Haha. But didnt la. So then we went wheelock and got the laptop holder from crumpler. I wanted the red one! But its sold out. So this means red is a very very nice colour. Tsk. So I got the black one instead. Then we bought cereal and cookies from marks and spencers. Tomorrow morning, honey and I are gona make breakfast for each other! :D&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm then walked to wisma to get more cookies and muffin. Bid goodbye to gerard, then honey and I walked a little in wisma. Theres really nothing much to walk there anymore. Unless its like end of season sale, or new season clothes. Haha. Then we went to tangs. Went to the Ed Hardy outlet there to look for the other benedict. And and we saw this really really nice top. (: Yes my boy is spoiling me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love it when you spoil and pamper me.&lt;/strong&gt; But, you know what I said today. (:&lt;br /&gt;Honey wanted this top but there werent any at tangs so we went heeren to check it out. There were none too. So we went back tangs. And chatted with the other ben for a little more then we went far east to get a drink. Saw some really pretty keys in that, i dont know whats the name, shop. But yeah, honey you always lose your keys so no pretty keys for you. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honey said that every Ben are nice . Especially if their names are benedict. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;I know the rest of you disagree with me too! Christine is much much nicer than benedict. Haha. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I like BENEDICTINE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm then we walked to over to galleria area. The couch they have there is really really comfortable. I nearly fell asleep there. blah then some things happened which really spoilt my mood. ): ): Nvm, there is always a next time. And I will work hard, think of ways to get it my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when we reached bishan, we got chicken wings and hugged and said goodbye )':&lt;br /&gt;But after that honey gave me a surprise visit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love it when you just pop by. The surprise is really what I need and something that really makes me smile. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay Im tired and Im gona sleep already. Gotta wake up early and go over to honey's place tomorrow morning! Goodbye people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you my boy.&lt;br /&gt;There are just too many reasons to answer "Why I love you". (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9688315-116197508975186144?l=faintvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faintvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/116197508975186144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9688315&amp;postID=116197508975186144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9688315/posts/default/116197508975186144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9688315/posts/default/116197508975186144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faintvoices.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-blog-is-finally-alive-again.html' title=''/><author><name>yong hua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02177939000930334294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9688315.post-116151369779075631</id><published>2006-10-22T18:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T20:42:46.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Will you let my hugs and kisses heal you? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Will you let me take those pain and anger a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;way?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Will you let me bring a smile to your face?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cause honey, I really really want to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I love you.&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/9688315-116151369779075631?l=faintvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faintvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/116151369779075631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9688315&amp;postID=116151369779075631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9688315/posts/default/116151369779075631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9688315/posts/default/116151369779075631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faintvoices.blogspot.com/2006/10/will-you-let-my-hugs-and-kisses-heal.html' title=''/><author><name>yong hua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02177939000930334294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9688315.post-116151108003873373</id><published>2006-10-22T17:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T18:31:12.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I stayed over at honey's place last night! Hmmm went goodwood park hotel there for my hair treatment. Hmmm they said I have a healthy scalp. Every 22-28 days, the scalp will shed the top layer of dead cells so that the new one can grow or something. Then my hair, near the roots, is really healthy and shiny. Haha but towards the end its not. And I found out the cause. Its because when the hairdresser cuts my hair or tries to thin my hair. He/she uses the blade instead of scissors. And it harms our hair. So girls out there, if you wana layer your hair or thin you hair, ask the hairdresser to use the scissors instead of the blade. Cause that will spoil your hair and might cause you to have split ends. Yeah then I got some scalp treatment and a thick hair mask and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that took a bus back to honey's place. When I reached his place, his mom said he just left. =\ But nvm. I went down to look for him. Saw him playing soccer topless again. Hot and sexy, so tempting to just go over to hug and kiss him. Hmmm then went to buy some drinks and snacks cause I was afraid I would be hungry in the middle of the night or next time. And I dont wana eat maggi. Hmmm then went back home to wait for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honey took such a long time to come back =\ but eventually he came back. So bathed him and then we laid on the bed to rest awhile. Then it was dinner time. Its easy to wake him up. But difficult to get him off the bed. Haha. So I did what mothers always do to their babies. Blow their stomachs, make that farting sound. Haha. It really tickles. So finally honey woke up. Haha. Then we had dinner and honey had to settle some things then we went to eat dessert. The red tea jelly dessert tastes like strawberry ice cream. Then we walked to bishan park. Walked over to some cafe and had poached pear in red wine and ice cream. It was quite yummy. Hmm then we strolled back slowly, making fun of each other about how we're gona be when we're old. About how Im gona drop all my teeth because I eat too many sweets. Then I made fun of him about how he is gona be too old and weak in the future that he needs my help to get up to go to the toilet. Haha. Then we ordered nasi lemak for supper. And cuddled to sleep after that haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up this afternoon, had lunch and came home. Hmmm so theres school tomorrow again. Rar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im sorry honey. ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9688315-116151108003873373?l=faintvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faintvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/116151108003873373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9688315&amp;postID=116151108003873373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9688315/posts/default/116151108003873373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9688315/posts/default/116151108003873373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faintvoices.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-stayed-over-at-honeys-place-last.html' title=''/><author><name>yong hua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02177939000930334294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9688315.post-116133715795977762</id><published>2006-10-20T16:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T17:43:37.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was feeling really unwell today. It started with the car sickness I had after the car ride to school. Then had maths and Ipc. Ipc was really boring so I skipped the last half of the lecture and came home. Honey had to stay longer cause he still have a lesson after that. I crave for the bbq chicken selling downstairs now. Im waiting for the clock to strike 7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Friend contacted me today. She wasnt feeling alright. She said she feels really tired. But her boyfriend keeps her going on. Cause everytime she thinks about her boyfriend, how much she loves him, how much they worked hard tomake their relationship work and many others. Those are the main factors that keeps her going on. Whenever she talks to me, it is always about her boyfriend. Even friends around say the same thing too. Haha. Oh silly friend of mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Alright I gotta go. Gona rest now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I miss you honey.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9688315-116133715795977762?l=faintvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faintvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/116133715795977762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9688315&amp;postID=116133715795977762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9688315/posts/default/116133715795977762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9688315/posts/default/116133715795977762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faintvoices.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-was-feeling-really-unwell-today.html' title=''/><author><name>yong hua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02177939000930334294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9688315.post-116128663047553129</id><published>2006-10-20T03:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T16:53:48.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;When you've build up this self-blame character, its really hard to get rid of it. You self-blame for everything that has happened. Even though when you talk to your close ones about it, they say you're not at fault at all. It would be really hard to convince yourself that its not because you would always always think its your fault. Well yeah of course it would, cause most of the times you're the one who started all the trouble. People will always say you're just paranoid or whatever. But it still doesnt stop you from thinking. If you're a pessimist who is trying really hard to be optimistic, it would be harder I guess. Cause somehow deep down you are thinking of the worse and yet you say you hope for the best. You seem to have so little faith in everything, so little hope, low morales and all. And you're desperately trying not to be like that cause its depressing your life. You seek close ones for help indirectly. But not all of them would realise it. You never really showed this side of you to anyone before but me and a few others, those you really really trust.&lt;br /&gt;There there, let me teach you one thing. Hugs help. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9688315-116128663047553129?l=faintvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faintvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/116128663047553129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9688315&amp;postID=116128663047553129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9688315/posts/default/116128663047553129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9688315/posts/default/116128663047553129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faintvoices.blogspot.com/2006/10/when-youve-build-up-this-self-blame.html' title=''/><author><name>yong hua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02177939000930334294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9688315.post-116102715763625850</id><published>2006-10-17T03:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T03:34:37.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello people. First day of school was boring. Except that I got to catch up with my girlfriends. Hmmm we were so bored during the lecture that we decided to solve some puzzles la. I was on the verge of asking Jiaen to play tic-tac-toe with me. Haha. And you didnt know that right Jia! haha. Hmmm then after school, Jiaen walked me to the bus stop then waited for a bus. Went back home, had lunch and took a nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then print print print notes.&lt;br /&gt;Theres lab tomorrow. I hope it wont be long. I wana go home early and sleep. Since Im not able to sleep now, I'll be damn tired tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Bye people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have a break, have kit-kat.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9688315-116102715763625850?l=faintvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faintvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/116102715763625850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9688315&amp;postID=116102715763625850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9688315/posts/default/116102715763625850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9688315/posts/default/116102715763625850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faintvoices.blogspot.com/2006/10/hello-people_17.html' title=''/><author><name>yong hua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02177939000930334294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9688315.post-116092256119042312</id><published>2006-10-15T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T22:56:26.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I went over to honey's place in the morning today. I was really tired cause I couldnt really sleep the night before. Then I took a nap till honey woke me up at 2. Then we bathed, got ready and left for town. We went far east and ate at the Hans. Then went to collect this book my sister bought me. Walked over to taka to meet the guys again, cause honey wanted to pass them something. Then we took a rest somewhere cause my feet hurts. Wore my new heels today. Its only the third time Im wearing it so I have 2 blisters now. The ones with the water inside. yuck.&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to mango and got a nice dress and sweater there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A single compliment from you takes me up to the moon. (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School starts tomorrow. I dread school but I miss my girlfriends. And I dont like this term's timetable. All morning sessions except for wednesday. Alright I gotta go some things now. Goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9688315-116092256119042312?l=faintvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faintvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/116092256119042312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9688315&amp;postID=116092256119042312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9688315/posts/default/116092256119042312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9688315/posts/default/116092256119042312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faintvoices.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-went-over-to-honeys-place-in-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>yong hua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02177939000930334294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9688315.post-116084127961027544</id><published>2006-10-14T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T23:54:39.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Not well, flu. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm when I left for chinatown with my parents, I got really irritated. Cause of the flu and because it was so humid blah blah. Then went chinatown and I finally sent my bag for repair. Wanted to eat the steam egg custard again but it was sold out. So I ate the almond cream. It was good also. Then went to my aunt's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parents stayed behind to play majhong so I took a cab back and met honey at the coffeeshop. Honey bough muffins for me :D Then we bought dinner and brought it to my place. After eating, honey took a short nap in my arms. Then he left at about 11 ): So he wasnt gona stay behind and sleep with me. Next time okay honey?   :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright Im gona eat the muffins honey bought for me now. Toodles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9688315-116084127961027544?l=faintvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faintvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/116084127961027544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9688315&amp;postID=116084127961027544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9688315/posts/default/116084127961027544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9688315/posts/default/116084127961027544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faintvoices.blogspot.com/2006/10/not-well-flu.html' title=''/><author><name>yong hua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02177939000930334294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9688315.post-116079940075010387</id><published>2006-10-14T11:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T12:16:40.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Morning people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, honey came over in the afternoon! (: Then as I got ready, he helped. Haha. Hmm then left for J8. Had lunch at crystal jade. I love the porridge there. Its good. After finishing up our food we left for town. Headed to taka first to meet the guys. Then we walked around, honey wanted to buy more clothes. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We couldnt find anything nice so we went paragon. Went Bakerzin. Honey got a chocolate souffle and I ate the coupe cheesecake. Both were really yummy. I love sweet stuff. Then we walked around and honey bought a nice sweater from Ben sherman. And a nice blue shirt from United Colours of Benetton. Hmmm but we couldnt find anything nice for myself haha. Then we went back taka. Went to see whats nice in mango. Kinda like the grey sweater and some bracelets I saw. Shall get it another time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked so much that my soles hurt. Then we went tangs and went to the shoe section. And we took a rest there. I finally got to take off my heels. Poor feet. I actually felt like taking off my heels and walk barefooted around town for the rest of the day or just buy slippers and walk around. Haha. Hmmm walked back to wisma and I bought a bag from aldo. Then we decided to head home.&lt;br /&gt;Went J8 and had a late dinner at kfc. I was waiting at the seat and honey disappeared off somewhere. Then when he came back, he got me a lollipop. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All the little things you do, never fails to make my day.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm Honey is in Jb now with his friend and we wont get to meet tody. ): After coming back, he has to leave for soccer.&lt;br /&gt;Then I'll be going chinatown. Mommy says there's some shop somewhere which specialises in repairing bag zippers. Worth a try. Then to my relative house for dinner. I havent visited them since CNY. Haha. Alrigh, photos now then I gotta go already. Toodles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5389/716/1600/we%20love!-0010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5389/716/320/we%20love%21-0010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5389/716/1600/we%20love!-0005.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5389/716/320/we%20love%21-0005.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5389/716/1600/we%20love!-0006e.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5389/716/320/we%20love%21-0006e.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5389/716/1600/we%20love!-0007.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5389/716/320/we%20love%21-0007.0.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;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;Hmmm whatever you all think that last expression means, as long as its not blissed, you're wrong. Haha. Toodles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9688315-116079940075010387?l=faintvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faintvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/116079940075010387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9688315&amp;postID=116079940075010387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9688315/posts/default/116079940075010387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9688315/posts/default/116079940075010387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faintvoices.blogspot.com/2006/10/morning-people-yesterday-honey-came.html' title=''/><author><name>yong hua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02177939000930334294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9688315.post-116067132151820837</id><published>2006-10-13T00:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T00:42:01.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Another great day with my love (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went over in the morning to continue sleeping. Then had lunch and we watched pretty persuasion. The show is rather okay. Hmm then honey went back to sleep while I watched him sleep. Then we had dinner and I watched Superman and Teen Titans. Haha. And we went to the coffeeshop for dessert. Bought ice kachang and brought it over to my void deck to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honey didnt wana come up to my place. ): ):&lt;br /&gt;And he said there was a cockroach somewhere near me just now. But he didnt wana tell me where!  ):&lt;br /&gt;Humph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night people. School is starting soon. Have to study again. Tsk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9688315-116067132151820837?l=faintvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faintvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/116067132151820837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9688315&amp;postID=116067132151820837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9688315/posts/default/116067132151820837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9688315/posts/default/116067132151820837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faintvoices.blogspot.com/2006/10/another-great-day-with-my-love-i-went.html' title=''/><author><name>yong hua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02177939000930334294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9688315.post-116057574613586684</id><published>2006-10-11T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T22:24:05.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmmm I woke up really late today, couldnt sleep last night. I kept eating. Biscuits, buns, bread, maggi, chocolate. Yeah I ate a lot last night for supper. I was really tired then I started feeling hungry. Tsk. So yeah slept at 6 in the morning. Then slept soundly till 12. Haha. Just in time for lunch. My dear sister cooked me lunch (:&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm then watched X-men till 4? haha. I like rouge, kitty and jean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dear sister just went to put the temporary ManU tattoo on her arm. For fun. Silly girl haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm then dad and I went to pick mei and mommy up and we went chinatown for dinner. Went to eat the bbq food. I sure ate a lot again. Stingray, squid, clams, vegetables and a plate of rice. Then we walked around the small shops and found some really interesting things we've never seen before. When we were buying our favourite"tu-tu" kueh. This uncle was playing some kind of guitar like instrument just beside the stall. I have never seen it before and the instrument looked really cute. Like some kid's toy. Then my mom said it was something like the olden days guitar. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5389/716/1600/we%20love!-0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5389/716/320/we%20love%21-0003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm okay so then the only thing I bought today was a new lip gloss. The lancome juicy tubes. It smells really nice and it aint that sticky. Well walked around and mommy showed me another shop selling my favourite dessert at people's park. Its just around the corner la. Haha so I got to eat the steam egg custard. Its really really good I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright Im gona go off now. Goodbye. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5389/716/1600/we%20love!-0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5389/716/1600/we%20love!-0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I miss you so much ):&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9688315-116057574613586684?l=faintvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faintvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/116057574613586684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9688315&amp;postID=116057574613586684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9688315/posts/default/116057574613586684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9688315/posts/default/116057574613586684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faintvoices.blogspot.com/2006/10/hmmm-i-woke-up-really-late-today.html' title=''/><author><name>yong hua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02177939000930334294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9688315.post-116041276321703672</id><published>2006-10-10T00:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T00:52:43.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had a nice time with honey today! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went over to sleep as usual. Then we woke up and bathed blah blah. Went to sin ming area for a late lunch. Then we went to my place awhile till mei came home and complained about how we were hugging on the couch and all. Haha. Then we went down to drink soup and back to his place. Its nice when your boyfriend's house is just 5-10mins walk/1 bus stop away :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'll get to see him again tomorrow!  (:  (:&lt;br /&gt;Okay Im gona sleep soon. Then time will go faster this way.&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're best at making me happy, making me smile.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Goodnight honey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9688315-116041276321703672?l=faintvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faintvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/116041276321703672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9688315&amp;postID=116041276321703672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9688315/posts/default/116041276321703672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9688315/posts/default/116041276321703672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faintvoices.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-had-nice-time-with-honey-today-i.html' title=''/><author><name>yong hua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02177939000930334294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9688315.post-116005981741533307</id><published>2006-10-05T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T22:51:31.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I went to visit grandma with mommy today. She was moved to somewhere else. She is really adorable. When I left the place with mom and dad to eat, I bought chocolates back for her. Then I passed her the chocolates when I came back. She looked really really happy :D I shall buy more for her the next time. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm went over to honey's house awhile in the morning. At least I got to spend time with him for 2 hours. While he was still sleeping that is. Haha. Then I had to leave, to meet mommy. ):  Yeah. Hmmm not feeling well now. So goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9688315-116005981741533307?l=faintvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faintvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/116005981741533307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9688315&amp;postID=116005981741533307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9688315/posts/default/116005981741533307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9688315/posts/default/116005981741533307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faintvoices.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-went-to-visit-grandma-with-mommy.html' title=''/><author><name>yong hua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02177939000930334294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9688315.post-115998676078014290</id><published>2006-10-05T02:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T02:32:40.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday honey came over! I woke up and saw a msg from him. Asking where I was. Haha then when I told him I was still home, he told me to open the door. He was already outside!  :D&lt;br /&gt;So we had carrot cake for breakdast and spent the rest of the day cuddling and sleeping on my comfy bed. Then around 4, honey left for soccer ): But he came and meet me again when he reached bishan! (:&lt;br /&gt;Baby, Im glad to know Im very important to you. And so are you too. You are very very important to me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And you are all that I need.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went over to honey's house today. Had breakfast and slept till early evening. Haha. Then we went amk. I showed honey where I got the Richie Rich comics and he bought almost the whole set. And we went to eat bbq stingray and cuttlefish. Then we went to get the Ichigo bliss strawberry from Mos. (: Came back to my place awhile to rest and went to eat again downstairs. Haha. I keep feeling hungry but when I start eating, I feel really full. I hate it.&lt;br /&gt;Then the goodbye part. ): Honey had to meet aaron and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;With all my heart, I love you honey.&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/9688315-115998676078014290?l=faintvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faintvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/115998676078014290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9688315&amp;postID=115998676078014290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9688315/posts/default/115998676078014290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9688315/posts/default/115998676078014290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faintvoices.blogspot.com/2006/10/yesterday-honey-came-over-i-woke-up.html' title=''/><author><name>yong hua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02177939000930334294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9688315.post-115971819534228048</id><published>2006-10-01T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T23:57:19.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, so far my days were pretty bad. Even though staying at home, I have nothing to do but surf the net and do housework. Staying at home seems to be so much better than stepping out of the house. I thought I'll feel better by going out. But no, I dont. I feel worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only time I enjoyed was when I was with my sister, chatting about almost anything. She is my bestest friend ever. She is like my other boyfriend. The one who takes care of me (you know what I mean sister) when he aint there. We take good care of each other dont we. Haha. &lt;s&gt;I wonder when will you be attached. Haha!&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you sister. (even though sometimes I really hate you a lot. but still I love you.)&lt;br /&gt;And see! I do blog about you okay! Its just that you &lt;strong&gt;dont&lt;/strong&gt; read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well its been 5 days already.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And I know, you have more important things to take care of&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Good bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9688315-115971819534228048?l=faintvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faintvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/115971819534228048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9688315&amp;postID=115971819534228048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9688315/posts/default/115971819534228048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9688315/posts/default/115971819534228048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faintvoices.blogspot.com/2006/10/well-so-far-my-days-were-pretty-bad.html' title=''/><author><name>yong hua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02177939000930334294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9688315.post-115910816056294105</id><published>2006-09-24T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T22:32:44.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The usual, I injured myself again. My bum hurts ): Haha. I fell down the stairs. Slid down actually. My bum and I bounced 3 steps down. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister and I had really nothing to say about our parents today. Before we left for lunch they were arguing in the house. We could hear them even when we were out and the door closed. Then we all walked seperately to the car park, then got into the car and went to some coffeeshop at sin ming area we always go during the weekends. Then when my mom went to order the food, my dad walked towards her. He put a hand around her shoulder and they started talking and laughing happily. One minute they were angry and all, staring at each other and saying mean things. The next minute, they're laughing happily and all. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I still do enjoy nice family outings. Only when they dont argue at all. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9688315-115910816056294105?l=faintvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faintvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/115910816056294105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9688315&amp;postID=115910816056294105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9688315/posts/default/115910816056294105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9688315/posts/default/115910816056294105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faintvoices.blogspot.com/2006/09/usual-i-injured-myself-again.html' title=''/><author><name>yong hua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02177939000930334294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9688315.post-115906229049599792</id><published>2006-09-24T09:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T09:46:58.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Morning people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I went with mommy to visit grandma and spent the day there talking to her. (: Then daddy came and picked us up and went back to fetch mei and went J8 for dinner and a movie. We watched "John tucker must die". The show is not bad, kinda funny too. Haha. Then made our way home cause I was really tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached home, kept sneezing and feeling cold and all. Just didnt feel well. Took a hot bath and went to sleep early. I hate it when I fall sick when Im having my holidays. And so, Im still sneezing, having running nose, block nose, all that la. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im gona stay home today and finish up all the housework they left for me to do. I hate it when they always expect me to clean up the house and do everything by myself. Whatever la.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9688315-115906229049599792?l=faintvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faintvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/115906229049599792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9688315&amp;postID=115906229049599792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9688315/posts/default/115906229049599792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9688315/posts/default/115906229049599792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faintvoices.blogspot.com/2006/09/morning-people-yesterday-i-went-with.html' title=''/><author><name>yong hua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02177939000930334294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9688315.post-115893860086570359</id><published>2006-09-22T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T23:23:20.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have diahorrea. ): I ate noodles and duck meat for lunch. Then had pineapples. Ate the same things as what honey ate for dinner. So I dont know whats wrong. Maybe its the pineapples? But I always eat pineapples. I need a stomach transplant. Haha. Honey says my stomach always have problems and I know, its irritating. Imagine you always have to go to the toilet after eating something. Either to vomit or you know what. Even when you dont, you still wont feel well. Imagine how that feels. And *people just cant seem to understand what im going through. *They say things I really didnt have to hear. So thanks to those few who made me felt worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I feel that Im no longer like before. Im not that open minded already. There were some things I could accept in the past. But now, I simply cant. I dont know why I've become so much more sensitive, easily getting jealous and angry over the smallest and most unexpected things ; and the worst thing is sometimes I cant express myself properly or I just choose to keep quiet and try to avoid the whole issue. And I didnt realise that I was just hiding it away and when I feel that way again, I'll bring the whole issue up and make myself feel worse. Well, most of the times honey will realise it. Now I think Im just trying to be understanding and reasonable. Maybe Im just expecting too much. I dont know. But I just know that it feels terrible when I get upset over small things. Cause I really dont wana get upset over small issues. I dont like to get mad or anything. Im trying, I really am. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9688315-115893860086570359?l=faintvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faintvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/115893860086570359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9688315&amp;postID=115893860086570359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9688315/posts/default/115893860086570359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9688315/posts/default/115893860086570359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faintvoices.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-have-diahorrea.html' title=''/><author><name>yong hua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02177939000930334294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9688315.post-115886219036426699</id><published>2006-09-22T01:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T02:09:51.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I went over today to honey's place. He slept till 2 la. I didnt really sleep. Just walked around the house, laid on the bed beside him. Watched him sleep, stroked his hair and all. (: I love to do that when he is sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm then baby went to meet his friends to celebrate his friend's birthday and I accompanied Ivy to bugis. She wanted to get clothes. But she couldnt make up her mind. Yeah well so we took quite a long time. Hmmm then honey met me at the bus stop on the way back and sent me home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant sleep again. Well, I just had my supper. Watching cinderella 2 now with my sister. She just woke up from her many hours of nap. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im gona have to take a jab tomorrow. ): Flu jab.   )':&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9688315-115886219036426699?l=faintvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faintvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/115886219036426699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9688315&amp;postID=115886219036426699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9688315/posts/default/115886219036426699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9688315/posts/default/115886219036426699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faintvoices.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-went-over-today-to-honeys-place.html' title=''/><author><name>yong hua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02177939000930334294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9688315.post-115875654139155029</id><published>2006-09-20T20:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T20:49:01.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Honey didnt come over today ):  He didnt feel well. Neither did I but anyway I felt a little better. So I went over. Honey was still sleeping so I joined him. When I woke up, I felt really weak. Honey tried waking me up thrice. The first two times, I was really tired and weak so I just went back to sleep. Then the third time, I finally woke up cause I was hungry. Then honey decided to bring me to the doc. Cause I still had the tummy ache. But the femal doctor wasnt around so we'll go tomorrow. He wants me to get a flub jab! I hate jabs!  Boo. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like Im gona die from second hand smoking. Im already choking. And every part of the house is filled with smoke. Yuck. I hate smokers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9688315-115875654139155029?l=faintvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faintvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/115875654139155029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9688315&amp;postID=115875654139155029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9688315/posts/default/115875654139155029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9688315/posts/default/115875654139155029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faintvoices.blogspot.com/2006/09/honey-didnt-come-over-today-he-didnt.html' title=''/><author><name>yong hua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02177939000930334294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9688315.post-115871804603047204</id><published>2006-09-20T09:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T10:10:11.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Morning people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On monday, I went over to honey's place. We were fighting at the dinner table. Haha. Cause we were both quite full and didnt really have the appetite to eat. So we kept giving each other rice. He was eating chicken rice, I was eating plain rice. So we can easily tell if theres another type of rice on our plates. If I dont bring my plate wherever I go, when I come back there'll be extra chicken rice on my plate. Haha. So we learnt how to be smarter. Everytime we put rice on each other's plates, we would mix the rice evenly. So silly la. Haha. In the end, I had to eat more. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I went over a little later cause I couldnt wake up on time. Sorry honey. &lt;33 Then we went J8 for lunch. And cabbed down to sgh to visit grandma. She is looking much better now. (: Then we took a train down to farrer park, met honey's friend. Then he drove us to the big field where they were gona play soccer. It was really chilly there. So I wore baby's shirt and bottoms over mine. Haha. Sat on the mat and watched him running around, kicing the ball. SEXY! XD Then got a ride back from his friend and we had dinner at the coffeeshop here at our place. Hmmm reached home earlier last night cause I told mom I would. Then I couldnt really sleep. I kept asking honey to come over and pat me to sleep. Haha. But he didnt come. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rar. I woke up at 4 this morning. Feeling really terrible. Bad stomach ache and I just felt uncomfortable. Then I went back to sleep and I actually dreamt that I was vomiting. When I woke up, I ran to the toilet and coughed out everything. But I still didnt feel better. Went to take some med but I vomited them all out again. Wasnt able to sleep until 7. ): But I guess baby is coming over later. YAY! But he is having a slight fever so I dont know. ): &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;Everytime when he is suppose to come over, some things must happen. Its getting kinda irritating. But we cant help it.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9688315-115871804603047204?l=faintvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faintvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/115871804603047204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9688315&amp;postID=115871804603047204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9688315/posts/default/115871804603047204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9688315/posts/default/115871804603047204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faintvoices.blogspot.com/2006/09/morning-people-on-monday-i-went-over.html' title=''/><author><name>yong hua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02177939000930334294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9688315.post-115850249225685771</id><published>2006-09-17T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T22:14:52.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Many things happened today. People shouting and screaming at each other. Then someone crying and someone leaving the house, slamming the door at the same time. Then pots and pans being thrown everywhere. Someone else came up to talk and tried settling the issue but it didnt help. So then someone decided it was time to leave. And I have to be dragged into the whole thing. This is stupid and childish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you darling.&lt;br /&gt;This is the second photo we took. We both lost the very first picture we took cause our coms crashed. Haha. This was two years ago, during chinese new year. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5389/716/1600/9676379921789s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5389/716/320/9676379921789s.jpg" 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/9688315-115850249225685771?l=faintvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faintvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/115850249225685771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9688315&amp;postID=115850249225685771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9688315/posts/default/115850249225685771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9688315/posts/default/115850249225685771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faintvoices.blogspot.com/2006/09/many-things-happened-today.html' title=''/><author><name>yong hua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02177939000930334294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9688315.post-115848925064345143</id><published>2006-09-17T18:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T18:34:10.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Go ahead, light a candle.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lightamillioncandles.com/"&gt;http://www.lightamillioncandles.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9688315-115848925064345143?l=faintvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faintvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/115848925064345143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9688315&amp;postID=115848925064345143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9688315/posts/default/115848925064345143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9688315/posts/default/115848925064345143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faintvoices.blogspot.com/2006/09/go-ahead-light-candle.html' title=''/><author><name>yong hua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02177939000930334294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9688315.post-115840574693107874</id><published>2006-09-16T19:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T19:22:26.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmmm. Went to visit grandma as a family together with honey. Then honey and I stayed there awhile then left for town. Went town and had dinner at shaw house, the jap restaurant. Before we left the hospital, mommey told honey to make me eat more. So yeah. I had to finish every bit of the food, every grain of rice. Haha. Then I tried the gelatissimo, forest berries. Its sour but nice. (:&lt;br /&gt;Then we walked to wisma to collect my heels at aldo. And went to look for slippers for baby. But he didnt like any. So then decided to go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9688315-115840574693107874?l=faintvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faintvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/115840574693107874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9688315&amp;postID=115840574693107874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9688315/posts/default/115840574693107874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9688315/posts/default/115840574693107874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faintvoices.blogspot.com/2006/09/hmmm.html' title=''/><author><name>yong hua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02177939000930334294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9688315.post-115836781451585822</id><published>2006-09-16T08:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T08:52:25.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didnt have a chance to blog last night. Was too tired. I came back from wherever. Then went to honey's place to have dinner and sleep. Woke up at around 1045 to go home. My eyes were half open throughout the walk back. Honey had to hold me properly. Or I cant walk straight la. I was really really tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was at wherever yesterday, honey came and look for me. (: My grandma finally got to see the man in my life. When honey wasnt there yet, my grandma was asking about his name, language, does he know how to speak catonese (cause thats the only language she knows besides hokkien), how old is he, where is he studyin and when are we getting married. Haha. She said that she married my grandfather when she was only 16. Haha. She is cute la. I love her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I passed all my papers, passed my sem 1. (: Thats good to hear eh. Well didnt do badly la. Just average. Honey did better than me &lt;u&gt;again&lt;/u&gt;. Yeah. But never mind. There is always a next time! (:&lt;br /&gt;I told honey that my motivation to study is to score better than him. Haha. And I remember honey saying "Next time if i know the answer is 4, I write 2 okay. "&lt;br /&gt;Cute la. Haha. But honey, dont okay (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm Im going back to wherever again later with mommy and honey. Then going town with honey! (:&lt;br /&gt;Honey said something really really nice last night, or rather this morning at 3. I love you honey.&lt;br /&gt;I shall remind myself to take more photos with honey today. Its been sooo long since I last took a proper photo with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;love you honey&lt;33&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9688315-115836781451585822?l=faintvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faintvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/115836781451585822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9688315&amp;postID=115836781451585822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9688315/posts/default/115836781451585822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9688315/posts/default/115836781451585822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faintvoices.blogspot.com/2006/09/hello-all.html' title=''/><author><name>yong hua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02177939000930334294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9688315.post-115825999160366387</id><published>2006-09-15T02:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T02:54:27.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its 230 already and I just cant sleep. I have to leave the house in 3 hours time. Long story, to my grandma house then to somewhere for blah blah reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I went over in the morning. I just laid on the bed beside honey, getting ready to sleep. Then I saw something small and dark coloured fly past and hit the metal cupboard behind me. I turned and looked behind but I hesitated to shake the pillow. So I got up and I saw this cockroach crawling out! Its really scary. Then I quickly got off the bed and darling woke up after hearing me making so much noise. Then he hurried behind me after hearing me say "cockroach". Haha. Then I went to call aunty for help. Once honey said that a cockroach crawled up his back while he was still sleeping. He said he felt something on his back crawling so he swept his back and a cockroach fell to the floor. Eeee. So anyway we went to the other room, tried to sleep again. And honey disturbed me! He did the creepy crawly fingers on me. Trying to scare me, that a cockroach is crawling on me. ): Mean! humph!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we had lunch. I had to feed my boy. Cause while he was on the phone with his aunt, I was feeding him lunch cause the food was getting cold. Then when the conversation ended, he still wanted me to feed him. He said it was nice. And he said that we should get grapes. So I can feed him again. Haha. My lazy boy is getting used to this life, being served by me. (x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he left for soccer and I came home to do housework and all. Its really boring to stay home all alone. ):&lt;br /&gt;Honey came over awhile at 12! (: When I was out for dinner, I finally found richie rich comics. The ones honey has been looking for. (: I was really happy to see honey again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You say all the right words, you have all the right moves. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And dont you know,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You got me going crazy over you boy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9688315-115825999160366387?l=faintvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faintvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/115825999160366387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9688315&amp;postID=115825999160366387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9688315/posts/default/115825999160366387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9688315/posts/default/115825999160366387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faintvoices.blogspot.com/2006/09/its-230-already-and-i-just-cant-sleep.html' title=''/><author><name>yong hua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02177939000930334294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9688315.post-115815653202983331</id><published>2006-09-13T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T22:08:52.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Im back home earlier than usual today. Haha. Anyway I went over again. Took a nap till 2. Then honey and I watched the lake house and the break up. They're both nice stories. Im still waiting for pretty persuasion! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed myself today from 2pm onwards. Before that, honey you know what. Haha. But its okay now. Honey and I had many many loving moments today. And I love it. Its nice lying on the couch, in the arms of your love ones and watch tv together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love you honey. &lt;33&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9688315-115815653202983331?l=faintvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faintvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/115815653202983331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9688315&amp;postID=115815653202983331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9688315/posts/default/115815653202983331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9688315/posts/default/115815653202983331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faintvoices.blogspot.com/2006/09/im-back-home-earlier-than-usual-today.html' title=''/><author><name>yong hua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02177939000930334294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9688315.post-115807991379182216</id><published>2006-09-13T00:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T00:51:53.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Monday, baby finally came back in the evening. Then we had dinner and took a nap together (: Its been 3 days since we last had a nap together. It was nice hugging baby again.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday morning, I went over and slept till 1. Then baby and I went longhouse for lunch. Then we took a bus to chinatown. Went people's park centre to eat dessert. I wanted to eat the egg custard. But the person said the chef didnt think its nice so decided not to sell any today. ): So I had sesame cream instead. Then baby dragged me along the streets from people's park centre, to chinatown mrt station then to outram mrt station. And he said we were gona walk back to bishan la. Haha in the end we took a cab back la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby is coming over tomorrow morning! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a snapshot of us taken by val when we were sec3. Haha. I know I look horrible la. But baby is adorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5389/716/1600/sweet%20huggs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5389/716/320/sweet%20huggs.jpg" 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/9688315-115807991379182216?l=faintvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faintvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/115807991379182216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9688315&amp;postID=115807991379182216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9688315/posts/default/115807991379182216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9688315/posts/default/115807991379182216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faintvoices.blogspot.com/2006/09/monday-baby-finally-came-back-in.html' title=''/><author><name>yong hua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02177939000930334294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9688315.post-115789433902511983</id><published>2006-09-10T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T21:20:29.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And so, I didnt manage to go town today. Im so tired la after doing some chores. Havent been doing it for quite some time already so I guess thats why my body is aching now. I vacuum the whole of the second level. Then wiped and clean the tables and mirrors. Spent half an hour cleaning the toilet. Its all clean now. (: But I still need to do one last thing, pack my table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im feeling much better now. Perhaps because while I was doing the chores, I was singing out loud while listening to songs.&lt;br /&gt;And my right eye is damn red right now. It hurts ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9688315-115789433902511983?l=faintvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faintvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/115789433902511983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9688315&amp;postID=115789433902511983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9688315/posts/default/115789433902511983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9688315/posts/default/115789433902511983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faintvoices.blogspot.com/2006/09/and-so-i-didnt-manage-to-go-town-today.html' title=''/><author><name>yong hua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02177939000930334294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9688315.post-115787503950805498</id><published>2006-09-10T15:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T15:57:19.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today isnt a good day to start with either. Everything didnt seem right. I just keep having those negative thoughts. Its fucking irritating. Last night, thanks ya. Thanks for everything. Fucking shit. Rar. And today I actually wish for something which I never thought I would. Oh great, negative thoughts again. Blah blah. Who cares anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im gona tire myself out by doing housework again. Then do more housework than mommy so she wouldnt be that tired and then she can go town with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Go away!&lt;/strong&gt; Im having my moodswings again. Whatever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9688315-115787503950805498?l=faintvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faintvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/115787503950805498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9688315&amp;postID=115787503950805498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9688315/posts/default/115787503950805498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9688315/posts/default/115787503950805498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faintvoices.blogspot.com/2006/09/today-isnt-good-day-to-start-with.html' title=''/><author><name>yong hua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02177939000930334294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9688315.post-115782547067092706</id><published>2006-09-10T02:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T02:11:10.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmmm I was going through the folders in my laptop. Went through our folder and opened some word documents I saved in there.&lt;br /&gt;Baby can you remember what you wrote for me, what my name stands for?  :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAR. Now, I just wana run and hide under the covers. I dont wana hear anything anymore, see anything anymore. Im tired of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss your cuddles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9688315-115782547067092706?l=faintvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faintvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/115782547067092706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9688315&amp;postID=115782547067092706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9688315/posts/default/115782547067092706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9688315/posts/default/115782547067092706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faintvoices.blogspot.com/2006/09/hmmm-i-was-going-through-folders-in-my.html' title=''/><author><name>yong hua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02177939000930334294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9688315.post-115781538219546542</id><published>2006-09-09T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T01:48:19.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I woke up feeling really unhappy today. Cause I wont be able to see baby today. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went town with Ivy to collect baby's jeans. Then went over to fareast cause she wanted to look for a bikini and a belt. Then had lunch and went back to bishan to meet dajie. Had a long talk with Ivy. She is going through a hard time now. ): So I kept consoling her and all. I hope she'll be fine soon.&lt;br /&gt;After talking to her, I realised how lucky I am to have a guy like baby. (Not that I only realise it now. I know I am lucky from the very beginning I was attached to baby.) Cause baby is a really really good man. He is different from others I know. In every way, he is just different. And baby understands me better than anyone I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love your everything baby, I love you. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then met huiyun and valerie for dinner at J8. So the girls and weizhong had dinner together. Went back to bps for the guides and scouts campfire. It was really boring la. Its like we always go back for the sake of seeing Ms kok and Ms Teo (our teachers-in-charge) and because we the rest of the guides. I had a good time with the girls today. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby Im missing you like crazy now. I cant stop thinking about you the whole time I was out even when I was with them ): Why arent you back yet. Why will you only be back on monday?! ): ): I miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5389/716/1600/GG%20campfire%20018.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5389/716/320/GG%20campfire%20018.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5389/716/1600/GG%20campfire%20031.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5389/716/1600/P1000227.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5389/716/320/P1000227.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5389/716/1600/Photo-0203.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5389/716/320/Photo-0203.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5389/716/1600/Photo-0204.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5389/716/320/Photo-0204.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I wear a mask, I can fool the world but I cant fool myself.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9688315-115781538219546542?l=faintvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faintvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/115781538219546542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9688315&amp;postID=115781538219546542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9688315/posts/default/115781538219546542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9688315/posts/default/115781538219546542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faintvoices.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-woke-up-feeling-really-unhappy-today.html' title=''/><author><name>yong hua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02177939000930334294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9688315.post-115772722174815233</id><published>2006-09-08T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T23:05:13.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And I'm home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Anyway we didnt sleep early cause I still couldnt really sleep. Then baby ordered Macs around 12 plus for supper (: It was so warm in his room. Even with the fan blowing, I couldnt sleep. Then baby had to pat me to sleep. I like back rubs. So baby gave me a nice back rub. And slowly I fell asleep. I think I was half awake or something cause I heard baby whispering "I love you" at my ear (: Baby, I heard you! But I was so tired I couldnt reply.&lt;br /&gt;Baby said I took up a lot of space, nearly the whole bed. Haha. He only had the edge of the bed to sleep at. ;p Im sorry baby. I really didnt know. And he said he tried waking me up and tried moving me but I wouldnt even budge. Haha. I kept laughing about it when he told me this afternoon. No wonder he looked so tired this morning when he woke up for awhile. But baby said he still wants me to stay over the next time. :D&lt;br /&gt;We had a talk before sleeping. About the future and all. And baby, I'm glad we have talks like these. I'll take good care of myself, you too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Remember what I said last night? About, I know you'll always be there. Do know that I'll always be there for you also alright. Even when everyone leaves. I'll be there. (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Even though we always have problems, getting unhappy with each other, argue or have cold wars. I'll be there. We cant always expect relationships to be going smoothly. Especially for ours since we want it to last. But I know somehow, the unhappy times will make us stronger. We may not realise it yet but I just know that we will understand each other more after each arguement, know what we're thinking about when similar things happen again and many more. I know we get sick and tired of each other at times because of all the stuff that has happened. But I guess there will be times like these in relationships. You know, everytime we get mad at each other. I know we'll take some time to cool off and all. After all that I'll always realise how much I love you, we love each other, and how much we care. Because if we dont, we wont even bother to get mad at each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;But whatever happens, always know that I love you. and like what you said, use actions to prove and not words. I'll always remember that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are my best friend, my closest love one. And you never fail to make me feel safe when you're beside me. And whenever Im in your arms, everything just feels so right. It feels like, Im meant to be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love you baby &lt;33&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby is leaving for vietnam around 6 in the morning tomorrow. And I'll miss him like always. Baby , you'll always always be in my mind. I cant wait to see you on monday. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9688315-115772722174815233?l=faintvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faintvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/115772722174815233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9688315&amp;postID=115772722174815233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9688315/posts/default/115772722174815233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9688315/posts/default/115772722174815233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faintvoices.blogspot.com/2006/09/and-im-home-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>yong hua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02177939000930334294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9688315.post-115763192786869075</id><published>2006-09-07T20:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T20:25:27.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello there! I'm staying over at baby's place tonight! :D&lt;br /&gt;And once again I get to hug baby throughout the night and fall asleep soundly.&lt;br /&gt;*Jiaen, now I can sleep earlier than I usually do. (I hope) Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby is still sleeping ): Since 4plus I think. Im listening to his snores. Its really cute la. :D&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm but Im so bored now. Going swimming tomorrow though! Finally I get to tan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay Im gona have my dinner now. Toodles people (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pleasure of sucking, &lt;em&gt;Lollipops &lt;/em&gt;  xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9688315-115763192786869075?l=faintvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faintvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/115763192786869075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9688315&amp;postID=115763192786869075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9688315/posts/default/115763192786869075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9688315/posts/default/115763192786869075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faintvoices.blogspot.com/2006/09/hello-there-im-staying-over-at-babys.html' title=''/><author><name>yong hua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02177939000930334294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9688315.post-115746363970607819</id><published>2006-09-05T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T21:40:39.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey there.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, went shopping with baby again. Went guess and I got a white spag and baby got a pair of jeans. Hmmm then went over to zara, but I couldnt find anything that I like. Anyway baby got a nice belt from there. Then we walked over to iseatan and got a pair of converse shoes and a pair of birkenstocks. (:&lt;br /&gt;I didnt manage to eat any ice cream though ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm I didnt really manage to sleep much, mei had a fever last night. So she couldnt sleep and all. Took care of her and stayed up to talk to her until we both fell asleep. Its been long since we last spent time like that together (: Had lunch with her at J8, met zhihao and xueting. Then we bought lemons and honey. And I made some honey and lemon drink. Some for baby and some for mei. Baby went to play soccer today. Hopefully he is feeling better now. &lt;33&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;I'm sorry. I miss you.&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/9688315-115746363970607819?l=faintvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faintvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/115746363970607819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9688315&amp;postID=115746363970607819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9688315/posts/default/115746363970607819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9688315/posts/default/115746363970607819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faintvoices.blogspot.com/2006/09/hey-there.html' title=''/><author><name>yong hua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02177939000930334294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9688315.post-115728785758754480</id><published>2006-09-03T20:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T20:50:57.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;HAPPY 2 YEARS AND 1 MONTH BABY! &lt;33&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday baby and I went out in the afternoon. We went far east first to look for richie rich comic books but to no avail. ):&lt;br /&gt;Then we went tangs and I got a new skirt and some accessories from island shop. *Darling where is the bird bird shirt! XD&lt;br /&gt;Walked over to wisma, saw this really nice tube top from warehouse but they dont have my size. Hmmm. Hopefully can alter or something cause its really nice. Then went aldo to look for heels. And they dont have my size. So baby and I have to go raffles city to get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am trying to put on weight. Be more fleshy at the right areas. Haha. Baby kept staring at my tummy! ): He says Im not very fat, just a little at my tummy area. I dont know why, but the areas where Im suppose to be fleshy, Im not.&lt;br /&gt;But baby you'll still love me right? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, we were suppose to go church but I woke up late. Then we actually intended to go get the heels but we fell asleep. So forget about the heels, sleep comes first. Haha. We were on the bed for almost the whole day. Both of us were too lazy to move. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright I'm gona watch "Go go power rangers!" now. Baby lent them to me (x&lt;br /&gt;Toodles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9688315-115728785758754480?l=faintvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faintvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/115728785758754480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9688315&amp;postID=115728785758754480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9688315/posts/default/115728785758754480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9688315/posts/default/115728785758754480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faintvoices.blogspot.com/2006/09/blog-post.html' title='.'/><author><name>yong hua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02177939000930334294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9688315.post-115713487009575829</id><published>2006-09-02T01:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T02:24:38.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its 2 now. And I cant sleep. I miss baby and baby's bed.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, yesterday morning I went over to baby's place to sleep again. We intended to go out but hmmm. Got lazy and decided to just go somewhere near for dinner. So we went to eat at this chicken rice stall at thomson. We ate till we got so sick of eating already. Haha. Then took a slow stroll to thomson plaza to look for Richie rich comic books cause baby felt like reading them :D But there weren't any la. Hmmm then we made our way back home to sleep again. Slept till 11 and I had to go home. I could barely keep my eyes fully open then. And now, Im wide awake. So frustrating. I dont like my bed now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby I miss you. I miss your scent and your touch and your pillows and bed.&lt;br /&gt;And baby you know I was suppose to fall asleep before you do! But as soon as you were lying down comfortably and hugging me, you started snoring. xD&lt;br /&gt;And thats my baby. I love you. In a few hours time, I'll get to see you already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Even when everyone has left, I'll stay right here beside you.&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/9688315-115713487009575829?l=faintvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faintvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/115713487009575829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9688315&amp;postID=115713487009575829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9688315/posts/default/115713487009575829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9688315/posts/default/115713487009575829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faintvoices.blogspot.com/2006/09/its-2-now.html' title=''/><author><name>yong hua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02177939000930334294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9688315.post-115704140339432297</id><published>2006-09-01T00:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T00:26:02.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5389/716/1600/Photo-0196.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5389/716/320/Photo-0196.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yesterday, I got baby a little something. The smile on baby's face when I got there today, cheered me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I'll be there to take care of you now &lt;33 .&lt;br /&gt;You've given me something I need, and I dont ever want it to end.&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/9688315-115704140339432297?l=faintvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faintvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/115704140339432297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9688315&amp;postID=115704140339432297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9688315/posts/default/115704140339432297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9688315/posts/default/115704140339432297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faintvoices.blogspot.com/2006/09/yesterday-i-got-baby-little-something.html' title=''/><author><name>yong hua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02177939000930334294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9688315.post-115703792657683799</id><published>2006-08-31T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T23:25:26.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy birthday to you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy birthday to you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy birthday to youuu...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy birthday to you!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I love you. &lt;33&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/9688315-115703792657683799?l=faintvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faintvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/115703792657683799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9688315&amp;postID=115703792657683799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9688315/posts/default/115703792657683799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9688315/posts/default/115703792657683799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faintvoices.blogspot.com/2006/08/happy-birthday-to-you-happy-birthday.html' title=''/><author><name>yong hua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02177939000930334294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9688315.post-115695730500628355</id><published>2006-08-31T01:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T01:01:45.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Happy birthday to you* .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9688315-115695730500628355?l=faintvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faintvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/115695730500628355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9688315&amp;postID=115695730500628355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9688315/posts/default/115695730500628355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9688315/posts/default/115695730500628355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faintvoices.blogspot.com/2006/08/happy-birthday-to-you.html' title=''/><author><name>yong hua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02177939000930334294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9688315.post-115693255502180926</id><published>2006-08-30T17:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T23:48:03.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmmm and so I went to get food just now and got some thing else. Brought a big umbrella with me but still I got wet. So these two days didnt go well. Nothing seems to go right. Even when I tried to not think about anything when I was out with Jiaen. My bag spoilt and all la. Then when I reached home, I walked into the door again. I swear the door was open. And I walked into the door. Today, I slipped in the toilet. And so, nothing will be smooth for me from now onwards.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9688315-115693255502180926?l=faintvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faintvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/115693255502180926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9688315&amp;postID=115693255502180926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9688315/posts/default/115693255502180926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9688315/posts/default/115693255502180926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faintvoices.blogspot.com/2006/08/hmmm-and-so-i-went-to-get-food-just.html' title=''/><author><name>yong hua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02177939000930334294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9688315.post-115689833298170849</id><published>2006-08-30T08:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T08:48:46.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Good morning people. Its 8 again and Im wide awake. Maybe Its because I fell asleep too early last night at 11 plus. I dont wana wake up so early nowadays. Theres nothing to do at all.Well at least today is a little different, I woke up with a smile after reading some things.&lt;br /&gt;*Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I shall find things to do now. Maybe go out alone later or something to get some things for tomorrow. (: Its still a happy day afterall you* know. But it would be a little different I guess. Yeah. Hmmm I think I lost my voice. My mom called and I wanted to say hello. Nothing came out except a squeaky sound? Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9688315-115689833298170849?l=faintvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faintvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/115689833298170849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9688315&amp;postID=115689833298170849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9688315/posts/default/115689833298170849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9688315/posts/default/115689833298170849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faintvoices.blogspot.com/2006/08/good-morning-people.html' title=''/><author><name>yong hua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02177939000930334294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9688315.post-115685838639193784</id><published>2006-08-29T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T21:36:23.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmmm I woke up really early today. Well I woke up and looked at the time, and said "Tsk, its 8 already.". Then I went to bathe and change and was about to leave the house when I realised .. , yeah. So dumb la I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I just lazed at home, did some housework. Then went town later in the afternoon to meet Jiaen for dinner. Yeah so we went town and I met a few friends and said hi and all(: When we were at far east, I met my primary school mates, adeline and hmmm, i forgot her name (sorry). Also, met nicole on our way to wheelock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to shop but Im seriously broke. After paying for my bills myself again, yeah. And my dad haven pass me my allowance yet. This sucks. I went out with a few dollars in my purse today. Then we had dinner and took a bus back. It was a rather long ride for me la. yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blah blah, the photos we took today. The ones from my phone arent pretty la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.tinypic.com/25zm3ix.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1.tinypic.com/25zm3w3.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9688315-115685838639193784?l=faintvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faintvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/115685838639193784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9688315&amp;postID=115685838639193784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9688315/posts/default/115685838639193784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9688315/posts/default/115685838639193784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faintvoices.blogspot.com/2006/08/hmmm-i-woke-up-really-early-today.html' title=''/><author><name>yong hua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02177939000930334294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://i4.tinypic.com/25zm3ix_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9688315.post-115678004251970754</id><published>2006-08-28T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T23:47:22.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmmm. I helped a cat today. I was walking and saw this stray cat at ben's house area. It had a string tied on its tail. And the cat looked really uncomfy and all. So I went over and stroked the cat and slowly removed it. Poor kitty, it was so afraid that it wanted to scratch me. Stupid brats, if I ever see any brat bullying those stray cats, I'll scold them for sure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9688315-115678004251970754?l=faintvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faintvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/115678004251970754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9688315&amp;postID=115678004251970754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9688315/posts/default/115678004251970754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9688315/posts/default/115678004251970754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faintvoices.blogspot.com/2006/08/hmmm.html' title=''/><author><name>yong hua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02177939000930334294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9688315.post-115653602960521580</id><published>2006-08-26T03:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T22:08:22.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Check these videos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.metacafe.com/watch/59665/funny_animals/"&gt;http://www.metacafe.com/watch/59665/funny_animals/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KtjisvOAhZ4"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KtjisvOAhZ4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. I was bored la so, yeah. Hmmm anyway Im gona sleep already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night all.&lt;br /&gt;And baby &lt;33.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9688315-115653602960521580?l=faintvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faintvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/115653602960521580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9688315&amp;postID=115653602960521580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9688315/posts/default/115653602960521580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9688315/posts/default/115653602960521580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faintvoices.blogspot.com/2006/08/check-these-videos-httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>yong hua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02177939000930334294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9688315.post-115652855733970923</id><published>2006-08-26T00:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T22:08:07.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello there!&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm its nearly two now and Im still wide awake. Slept nearly the whole day today. Around 11 today I reached baby's place then slept till 630. Then woke up for dinner and went back to the bed. I love his bed cause its soft and comfy (: And baby slept beside me so what more could I ask for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm then baby went back to sleep again I think, I dont know. I just disturbed him. He was snoring la. Faking it or not, it was funny. Haha. I kept playing with his lips. Pouting it and all. Then played with his eyebrows then licked his lips and everywhere else. Then I saw him opening his eyes! And he was still snoring la! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAR its so humid now.&lt;br /&gt;Baby I miss you ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9688315-115652855733970923?l=faintvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faintvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/115652855733970923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9688315&amp;postID=115652855733970923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9688315/posts/default/115652855733970923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9688315/posts/default/115652855733970923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faintvoices.blogspot.com/2006/08/hello-there-hmmm-its-nearly-two-now.html' title=''/><author><name>yong hua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02177939000930334294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9688315.post-115643316831522927</id><published>2006-08-24T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T23:26:08.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dont cha wish your boyfriend was hot like mine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. hmmm. Im finally done with something. Yes, that something Jiaen. Say YAY. Haha. How embarrassing it was when Jiaen and I reached town. I was standing in front of somewhere trying to do something for something for a few minutes. And I had to do it over and over cause it wasnt perfect. And I think people were staring. Haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm the exams are over and Im really bored. Baby and I will probably go shopping tomorrow and the rest of the days, find something to do. I just hope my mom wont bug me to work. Haha. I wana go video ez shop and get dvds to watch. Im really bored luh! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalalala.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9688315-115643316831522927?l=faintvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faintvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/115643316831522927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9688315&amp;postID=115643316831522927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9688315/posts/default/115643316831522927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9688315/posts/default/115643316831522927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faintvoices.blogspot.com/2006/08/dont-cha-wish-your-boyfriend-was-hot.html' title=''/><author><name>yong hua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02177939000930334294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9688315.post-115616842581629288</id><published>2006-08-21T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T21:54:52.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went over this morning to study. I didnt really have the mood to study last night so I kinda wasted quite a lot of time. Now I left 2 more chapters to go then start doing the past year papers. Hopefully the paper wouldnt be that tough tomorrow and so I'll do as well as I did, during the first test. Haha. And I gotta score higher than baby. Its not that Im being competitve or anything.I just wana score higher than him. Haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I had dinner there and came home reluctantly. Cause I still need to study and baby is going out to study somewhere. Im feeling sleepy already. I need chocolate. Anyway I tried the Belgian Chocolate Latte at Coffee Bean yesterday. Not bad. The coffee taste isnt that strong. I love chocolates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about coffee, earlier I was watching this programe on Animal Planet. There are people who eat the droppings of a certain animal. I dont know whats the animal's name. Its dropping are of the coffee bean shape and size. And they say that people collect these droppings and mix them with the coffee beans then brew it. Supposedly, the coffee tastes and smells great. And its about 50bucks per cup? Its either that or I heard wrongly. But if its true, I'll never pay 50bucks to drink some animal's droppings. Yuck. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I need to study now and then rest early tonight. Goodbye people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9688315-115616842581629288?l=faintvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faintvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/115616842581629288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9688315&amp;postID=115616842581629288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9688315/posts/default/115616842581629288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9688315/posts/default/115616842581629288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faintvoices.blogspot.com/2006/08/went-over-this-morning-to-study.html' title=''/><author><name>yong hua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02177939000930334294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9688315.post-115608648090658036</id><published>2006-08-20T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T23:29:00.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This morning I went over again as usual. This time, I went over to study. Then I went over to baby to give him a peck on his head. I started smelling him again. I really love his scent. (: Hmmm then I was lying down beside him, hugging him so he'll know Im there and perhaps sleep better. I was smelling him all the time then slowly, I fell asleep. Then when I woke up, I was too tired to move so I just went back to sleep. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then dinner with the family in town. I brought them to the Jap restaurant baby and I went the other time. I ate the Nabeyaki Udon again. The last time I had a hard time finishing the bowl. This time, I ate the whole bowl and some california rolls. But I was still hungry. Okay so now Im still hungry. Hmmm theres something wrong with me. Or Im just growing? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came home, things happened, blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the two most important people in my life, I love you. Sorry sister, I love him more still. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.tinypic.com/25572b4.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.tinypic.com/255734j.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9688315-115608648090658036?l=faintvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faintvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/115608648090658036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9688315&amp;postID=115608648090658036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9688315/posts/default/115608648090658036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9688315/posts/default/115608648090658036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faintvoices.blogspot.com/2006/08/this-morning-i-went-over-again-as.html' title=''/><author><name>yong hua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02177939000930334294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://i7.tinypic.com/25572b4_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9688315.post-115599820646368347</id><published>2006-08-19T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T22:36:47.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmmm I didnt sleep a wink last night cause I was really hungry. Then baby came over to meet me in the morning awhile when he came back from the airport. And I finally passed him the present I made for him for our 2nd anniversary.&lt;br /&gt;Baby I hope you like it (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then baby went home and I bathed and changed, woke the rest of them up. We went to eat breakfast and then made our way to my cousin's music school. The opening ceremony was today. Hmmm then mommy sent me home and I changed and got to baby's place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily aunty cooked lunch cause I was starving. After that I laid on the bed and tried to fall asleep. Then baby came over and shook me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby: Dont sleep. Wake up.. Dont sleep. (shakes me non-stop)&lt;br /&gt;Me: Dont copy me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I decided to sit up. And baby said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby: Everytime you shake me to wake up. What do I do?&lt;br /&gt;Me: You dont care. You just keep sleeping, ignoring me shaking you and calling you.&lt;br /&gt;So I shouldnt bother about you calling me! I should keep sleeping! Humph!&lt;br /&gt;Baby: Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then baby gave me a foot massage. xD And we went to watch mtv, Tiara Girls. Baby started to mimic the girls' reactions when they receive the crown. Touches head to feel whether the crown is really there, whether they really won. Then when they realised they really won, they cover their face then lastly they fan their face cause they're about to cry. You know, the typical reaction of pageant girls.&lt;br /&gt;But looking at how baby did it today really made me laugh. xD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Whatever it is, we'll face it together. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love you baby &lt;33&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9688315-115599820646368347?l=faintvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faintvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/115599820646368347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9688315&amp;postID=115599820646368347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9688315/posts/default/115599820646368347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9688315/posts/default/115599820646368347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faintvoices.blogspot.com/2006/08/hmmm-i-didnt-sleep-wink-last-night.html' title=''/><author><name>yong hua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02177939000930334294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9688315.post-115581894121863231</id><published>2006-08-17T20:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T20:49:01.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Word of the day:&lt;br /&gt;TOODLES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. Went over in the morning and slept. I was really really tired. ): Then woke up in the afternoon to watch mtv. And this girl was saying toodles. So yea, then baby kept saying toodles(finger-shaking bye)! Haha. Then we went to school to ask our maths teacher some questions. When we were done, baby went toodles again to everyone. Haha. Really adorable. The silly things he does that makes my day. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway after that we took a bus back to J8 for dinner. On the way back baby kept saying "I want a car." He said it nearly 15times? There were no seats so we had to stand. Then we looked out the window to see the cars. Then we were talking about "laupok" cars. Haha. I have no idea about cars la. Just that its a form of transport and I hate the smell of the cab's leather seats. Or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;(Ah great I have running nose now. My mucus..  ): I need tissue paper. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went pastamania for dinner. Al-funghi and Marina. I miss eating the pasta at taka. Cant remember where but I remember that its good.&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm baby is going changi airport to burn midnight oil later with his pals. And I so so so wana sleep now. But I have to study. So goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Toodles baby! &lt;33&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9688315-115581894121863231?l=faintvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faintvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/115581894121863231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9688315&amp;postID=115581894121863231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9688315/posts/default/115581894121863231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9688315/posts/default/115581894121863231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faintvoices.blogspot.com/2006/08/word-of-day-toodles-hahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>yong hua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02177939000930334294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9688315.post-115575125101731501</id><published>2006-08-17T01:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T02:04:25.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Everytime you're near, I feel like I'm in heaven. says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZOEY!&lt;br /&gt;I BOUGHT A MOUSE THREE DAYS AGO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;insanely sane says:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;WHAT SERIOUS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Everytime you're near, I feel like I'm in heaven. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;AND IT WAS THREE DAYS OLD WITH ME ONLY. AND IT PASSED AWAY&lt;br /&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;): ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;insanely sane says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;YI ZI LAO SHU?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Everytime you're near, I feel like I'm in heaven. says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;insanely sane says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;): how come?&lt;br /&gt;mickey mouse friend died&lt;br /&gt;did you feed it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Everytime you're near, I feel like I'm in heaven. says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND IT PASSED AWAY!&lt;br /&gt;HMMM&lt;br /&gt;I DID&lt;br /&gt;I FED IT WITH BATTERIES. THEN IT TOOK A BATH AND IT DIED!&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;insanely sane says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay.. it's time for you to sleep&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hahahaha. Okay I cant remember when I bought the mouse but I decided to fool zoey. Haha. Her hamster has tumour ): Anyway she bought a new one already. How evil. Even before her hamster passed away. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hmmm. Im hungry now. But I dont know what to eat already. Baby is going down to Holland V now to meet aaron. To study and some other reasons. And I cant sleep. Doing some things now and baby I wont tell you what Im doing! I shall leave you in SUSPENSE. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Im going school tomorrow morning. And the maths paper is this friday. ): &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I havent been putting up pictures for quite some time already. The last few photos I took of baby was when he was playing soccer. He was playing topless and he made my heart beat faster. I cant help staring whenever he is topless. Then I cant resist the temptation to feel him all over. Haha. Okay Im not gona say any further. My baby is hot. Just look at how sexy he is! Hahahaha. 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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;/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;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I desire to be desired by you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9688315-115575125101731501?l=faintvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faintvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/115575125101731501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9688315&amp;postID=115575125101731501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9688315/posts/default/115575125101731501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9688315/posts/default/115575125101731501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faintvoices.blogspot.com/2006/08/everytime-youre-near-i-feel-like-im-in.html' title=''/><author><name>yong hua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02177939000930334294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9688315.post-115547374452007248</id><published>2006-08-13T20:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T20:55:44.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I miss the smell of your hair.&lt;br /&gt;I miss your scent.&lt;br /&gt;I miss your smile.&lt;br /&gt;I miss seeing you laugh.&lt;br /&gt;I miss the way you snore when you're asleep.&lt;br /&gt;I miss the way you grab every pillow on the bed and hug it and put some under your leg.&lt;br /&gt;I miss the way you whine and say"5minutes" more each time you have to wake up or school.&lt;br /&gt;I miss your laziness.&lt;br /&gt;I miss the way you put your hands on me.&lt;br /&gt;I miss the way you hold me in your arms.&lt;br /&gt;I miss the way you always try and irritate me by saying things halfway, leaving me in suspense.&lt;br /&gt;I miss the look in your eyes, how serious you were when we were talking about out future.&lt;br /&gt;I miss the way we joked about who to work in the future and who will be the one preparing dinner.&lt;br /&gt;I miss the way you said that I have to be the one who works and you preparing dinner for me which is only egg and rice.&lt;br /&gt;I miss your cooking, the eggs you fry tastes the best.&lt;br /&gt;I miss the way you would always ask me to come over early the next morning cause you cant wait to see me.&lt;br /&gt;I miss the way you give me kisses all over my face.&lt;br /&gt;I miss the way you lick me all over my face.&lt;br /&gt;I miss the way you fall asleep on my shoulder in the bus and drool on my shirt.&lt;br /&gt;I miss the way we hug each other as we fall asleep on the bed.&lt;br /&gt;I miss the tuition you used to give me and the scoldings and knockings on the head.&lt;br /&gt;I miss the way you tell me every-so-sweetly that you love me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I miss you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9688315-115547374452007248?l=faintvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faintvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/115547374452007248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9688315&amp;postID=115547374452007248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9688315/posts/default/115547374452007248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9688315/posts/default/115547374452007248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faintvoices.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-miss-smell-of-your-hair.html' title=''/><author><name>yong hua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02177939000930334294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9688315.post-115529710259623092</id><published>2006-08-11T19:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T19:59:17.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Damn those geitai singers. All they can sing are chinese, cantonese and hokkien songs. Plus their voices are fucking horrible. Now they are inviting aunties all around to sing. And its just beside my room. How am I suppose to concentrate. Okay nobody is coming back for dinner and all last minute notice. I had cravings for bbq chicken so I went down to the stall only to realise that its closed. So Im really hungry now and all I have are biscuits. I crave for Kfc now. I dont have enough to call and order so its rather irritating and I dont wana go J8 to buy it now its late and Im lazy. So yes I only have biscuits and bread for tonight. I guess I'll eat something later when I have the appetite. Cause I seriously have none now.&lt;br /&gt;My moodswings again. I just want those aunties and uncles downstairs to stop wailing non stop in chinese and hokkien or whatever language which isnt english cause they are damn irritating.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9688315-115529710259623092?l=faintvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faintvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/115529710259623092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9688315&amp;postID=115529710259623092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9688315/posts/default/115529710259623092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9688315/posts/default/115529710259623092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faintvoices.blogspot.com/2006/08/damn-those-geitai-singers.html' title=''/><author><name>yong hua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02177939000930334294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9688315.post-115510342115175972</id><published>2006-08-09T13:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T14:05:25.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Happy birthday Singapore! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway yesterday I had a maths test and I'll do well. (: Okay then after the test went home to bathe and change and went out again with the family to eat. We went J8 swensens! Yum I had my favourite steak. Ribeye steak. It definitely tastes so much better than the one sold in school. I can just eat steak everyday for 1week. And hopefully I'll gain a few kgs and be more fleshy at certain areas of my body except my tummy. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier today, I went northpoint to meet Fitrah to do our lab report. And that dumb person in our group whom we thought is a nice person, turned out to be an ass. Stop pretending to be nice and then behind our backs, do the stupid things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay anyway after that we walked around, but theres nothing at all. So we decided to leave. So yea, Im back home now. And I need to finish my lab report, homeworks and study for my upcoming exam. This is such a waste of time.&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9688315-115510342115175972?l=faintvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faintvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/115510342115175972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9688315&amp;postID=115510342115175972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9688315/posts/default/115510342115175972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9688315/posts/default/115510342115175972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faintvoices.blogspot.com/2006/08/happy-birthday-singapore-anyway.html' title=''/><author><name>yong hua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02177939000930334294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9688315.post-115488679619865477</id><published>2006-08-07T01:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T01:53:16.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My poster presentation is over! A load off my mind. And I think that my group did pretty well (: I'm glad that we didnt go "erm, erm" or end our sentences with "la"s. And most importantly, Jiaen and Fit didnt say shit. Haha  xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;*Jia, are you still laughing over the silly photos we took as the addicts?  Haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I went over to Baby's place on saturday and earlier today. We spent time sleeping again. Haha. Then today we went to cafe cartel at J8 for dinner. I ate the Bbq pork ribs. I was forced to finish it. Haha. But it was a really large portion which I thought I could eat finish it all by myself. Guess not. So Im not gona eat that anymore. Unless baby orders it for himself and I'll steal some from his plate  xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Then we went Ntuc to get more foood! Haha. Bought the teddy biscuits and some other. Honey said that the teddy biscuits are baby food. And he loved to eat them when he was a kid. (x &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Baby said something which I couldnt forget today. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Me: Darling, would you still treat me this nice in the future when we're married.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Him: Yes. Why not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Me: I dont know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Him: We're married already what.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"We're married already"&lt;/em&gt; (: And I can still hear him saying that beside me. Its like replaying in myhead. Im floating now. Haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Baby I love love love you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The reason why Im always going over to spend time with you is because whenever I feel your presence, I feel that Im home and this is where I belong. And also, I love being with you, be in your arms and hear your voice or your snores or you breathing when you're sleeping. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mei always say that Im obsessed with you. Haha. It doesnt matter cause the person Im obsessed with is you. And I love everything about you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Except you being lazier than me. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love you baby.  &lt;33&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9688315-115488679619865477?l=faintvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faintvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/115488679619865477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9688315&amp;postID=115488679619865477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9688315/posts/default/115488679619865477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9688315/posts/default/115488679619865477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faintvoices.blogspot.com/2006/08/my-poster-presentation-is-over-load.html' title=''/><author><name>yong hua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02177939000930334294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9688315.post-115462219158544377</id><published>2006-08-04T00:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T00:25:18.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY 2ND ANNIVERSARY BABY!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and we have 8 more years to go (:&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;Baby and I couldnt go out and celebrate today ): only after my poster presentation then I'll be free. So saturday we're gona celebrate our day! =D&lt;br /&gt;When we got home we spent time hugging each other to sleep. I love the way he holds me in his arms. And yes baby I know my skin is really smooth, thats why you cant keep your hands off me. Haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love you baby. And I always will. I will only love you more and never less. &lt;33&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I reached home around 11 plus today, really exhausted. ): &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;For the past few days, I have been deprived of sleep. I think all of my classmates too. We're busy doing the poster, getting ready the speech and everything else. After tomorrow we can finally sleep well without even worrying about anything, except for the finals. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Okay I dont really have any time left to blog. I need to practise my speech. So I'll post up more pictures of the silly us, baby and I, another day. You'll get to see the other side of us. (x&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;Goodbye. &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/9688315-115462219158544377?l=faintvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faintvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/115462219158544377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9688315&amp;postID=115462219158544377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9688315/posts/default/115462219158544377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9688315/posts/default/115462219158544377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faintvoices.blogspot.com/2006/08/happy-2nd-anniversary-baby-and-we-have.html' title=''/><author><name>yong hua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02177939000930334294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9688315.post-115443744680112679</id><published>2006-08-01T20:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T21:34:31.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2 MORE DAYS!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I came home early today. Left during the break. I was unwell. This morning when I woke up, the first thing I did was running to the toilet to vomit. ): Then I stood in front of my wardrobe for 45mins, changing in and out of my clothes because I didnt feel nice in any of them. My temper was really bad in the morning. Moody, irritated and everything else. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;When I reached school, had lunch with the girls and walked over to our lecture hall. Then some stupid things happened. Shant mention. But the girls should know why. Then honey finally reached. I was really really happy he came. And I gave him a big hug. (: That was the only point of time I felt well today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Cabbed home and started breaking down. You know, its like those days when you're just so irritated but you dont know whats the cause. And each time you see something that is a turn off, it adds on. By the end of the day you feel like screaming and crying and. I just hate these days. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Baby came over to see how I was doing. I love the hugs that he give. They are really comforting, loving and make me feel happy. Im gona ransack his house tomorrow to search for my surprise. Haha. But I have this feeling that he is gona hide it somewhere he knows I'll never think of. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I really didnt want to say goodbye to honey just now cause it means going back home and I dont get to see him til tomorrow. ): A few more years and we can stay together already. I can hardly wait. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I need to do my maths and project now. Honey has a load off his mind cause he finished his presentation today. Mine is this friday. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Goodbye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9688315-115443744680112679?l=faintvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faintvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/115443744680112679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9688315&amp;postID=115443744680112679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9688315/posts/default/115443744680112679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9688315/posts/default/115443744680112679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faintvoices.blogspot.com/2006/08/2-more-daysi-came-home-early-today.html' title=''/><author><name>yong hua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02177939000930334294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9688315.post-115426052641505221</id><published>2006-07-30T19:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T19:57:07.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;4 MORE DAYS&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;=&lt;/strong&gt;D&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;Homeworks, upcoming tests and quiz and a project presentation. Been so busy. Luckily, I still have time to spend with  my 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;Im beginning to dislike my phone's camera. I like zoey's phone camera. Its so much clearer and brighter and everything. ): You can really tell the difference when you compare the pictures taken. &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;During lab on friday, we had to do this experiment with pumps. My group's pump's speed was around 50ml/min. And Jiaen's one was 2ml/min. Haha. The previous lab lesson they were using the same pump too. Haha. Poor girl. Luckily there isnt any pump related experiments already. &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;Okay anyway Im stuck at this maths question. Rather irritated already. So goodbye.I need to finish my maths homework. Its due this thursday, on our second anniversary. Tsk. &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%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love you baby!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9688315-115426052641505221?l=faintvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faintvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/115426052641505221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9688315&amp;postID=115426052641505221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9688315/posts/default/115426052641505221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9688315/posts/default/115426052641505221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faintvoices.blogspot.com/2006/07/4-more-days-d-homeworks-upcoming-tests.html' title=''/><author><name>yong hua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02177939000930334294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9688315.post-115391829585013713</id><published>2006-07-26T20:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T20:57:25.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7 MORE DAYS!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;And I cant wait. (x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;For starters, pictures of us and my boy again. I love taking pictures of/with him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5389/716/1600/Photo-0166e.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5389/716/320/Photo-0166e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5389/716/1600/Photo-0166e%20(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5389/716/320/Photo-0166e%20%281%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5389/716/1600/Photo-0166e%20(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5389/716/320/Photo-0166e%20%282%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5389/716/1600/Photo-0166e%20(3).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5389/716/320/Photo-0166e%20%283%29.jpg" 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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was after our S&amp;W. We had water games at the pool. Met keng sing there.&lt;br /&gt;Today during cats, we had a farewell party for Mrs Welles. She was shocked and all when she came in and we had loads of fun. My classmates bought Indian, Malay, Chinese and Peranakan food. She wants to know more about Singapore's culture you see. Then we sat down in a circle and talked. We watched some stupid videos from youtube. And we were enjoying ourselves and someone just had to spoil it all. Someone played a JayChou's song. It was such a turn off. Our faces changed but thank god someone when to switch it off. Then Mrs Welles cut the cake and yes the cake is delicious. Chocolate cake of course. Yum.&lt;br /&gt;I have cravings for cakes again. =D&lt;br /&gt;And a picture of Mrs Welles and I. Yes I know, my eyes are really tiny. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5389/716/1600/Photo-0158.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5389/716/320/Photo-0158.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&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;&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;&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;&lt;/span&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;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&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;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&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;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Baby is out now with weiqin and I dont know who. He doesnt wana bring me along and he dont even wana tell me where he is going. &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;Me: Darling where are you going later?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Him: Out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Me: Who are you going with?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Him: Weiqin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Me: Can I go too?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Him: *Ignores.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Me: Bring me along too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Him: *Ignores.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Me:I'll go and do my nails then you can go with weiqin to wherever you all want to then pick me up in half an hours time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Him: *Ignores.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Him: Darling walk quickly, the cab is here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Me: YOU'RE NOT EVEN LISTENING TO WHAT I JUST SAID! rar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Him: Okay okay. I'll bring you along okay...... next thursday. *grins. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Me: (I didnt know to laugh, smile, scream or yell) Humph. &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;Hahaha. Isnt he cute or what. He just loves to keep me in suspense. And I hate that. Once he said that he left me in suspense intentionally because he likes to see me rant and rant, whine and blah blah. Haha. Yea, thats my boy. (x&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;Anyway I cant wait for next thursday. Its gona be a really great day. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Okay I gotta finish up my homework now. Goodbye. &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%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love you honey. &lt;33&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9688315-115391829585013713?l=faintvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faintvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/115391829585013713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9688315&amp;postID=115391829585013713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9688315/posts/default/115391829585013713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9688315/posts/default/115391829585013713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faintvoices.blogspot.com/2006/07/7-more-days-and-i-cant-wait.html' title=''/><author><name>yong hua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02177939000930334294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9688315.post-115384924421113999</id><published>2006-07-26T01:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T01:45:14.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5389/716/1600/Photo-0148.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5389/716/1600/Photo-0147.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;8 MORE DAYS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Fwalala.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5389/716/1600/Photo-0148.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5389/716/320/Photo-0148.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5389/716/1600/Photo-0147.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5389/716/320/Photo-0147.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5389/716/1600/Photo-0146.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5389/716/320/Photo-0146.1.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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The love of my life. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was okay today. Girls had a fun time together during lab today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Joanna lent us her sister's book "Men are from Mars. Women are from Venus." They were saying that I had to read the book first. Haha. &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 cant believe I screwed up for my mass balance question and I scored lower than honey. And honey, I am NOT going to get used to scoring lower than you for every test. I am very very very motivated to work harder now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;If I score higher than you for the finals, overall. You must take me out and let me eat whatever I want to in a day. Okay? xD&lt;/span&gt;&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;Baby is sick ): &lt;33&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;No fear, for I am here! With my love as the source of your medication, your boo-boos will go away in no time!  xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9688315-115384924421113999?l=faintvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faintvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/115384924421113999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9688315&amp;postID=115384924421113999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9688315/posts/default/115384924421113999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9688315/posts/default/115384924421113999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faintvoices.blogspot.com/2006/07/8-more-days-fwalala.html' title=''/><author><name>yong hua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02177939000930334294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9688315.post-115374928581364937</id><published>2006-07-24T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T21:57:08.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9 MORE DAYS!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;YAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5389/716/1600/Photo-0136.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5389/716/320/Photo-0136.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5389/716/1600/Photo-0137.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5389/716/320/Photo-0137.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5389/716/1600/Photo-0135.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5389/716/320/Photo-0135.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5389/716/1600/Photo-0139.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5389/716/320/Photo-0139.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5389/716/1600/Photo-0138.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; 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&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;&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;&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;&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;&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;&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;&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;&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;&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;&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;&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;&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;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Haha. Yay Love is in the air! I know we look silly in the photos. But we were so bored and tired in the bus. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Aint no other man but you!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I love you. &lt;33&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9688315-115374928581364937?l=faintvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faintvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/115374928581364937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9688315&amp;postID=115374928581364937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9688315/posts/default/115374928581364937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9688315/posts/default/115374928581364937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faintvoices.blogspot.com/2006/07/9-more-days-yay-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>yong hua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02177939000930334294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9688315.post-115365932519775057</id><published>2006-07-23T20:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T20:55:25.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;10 MORE DAYS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Joy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yesterday, Baby accompanied me to the national library to meet Jiaen. We were intending to do some research and discuss our project but things came up. *Dear girl, stay strong. The rest of us are here for you. (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Then Baby and I headed to the Bugis icon to walk around. I was looking for a new pair of flats but instead I found a pair of pretty earrings and shades! Baby wore my shades and yes he looked pretty. xD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;After that I was feeling hungry already so we headed to town for dinner at Din Tai Fung at wisma. I love the xiao long baos there. On the way to wisma, I met Adeline! My p-school classmate! She is still as sweet as ever. There were many people so we just waved Hi. Adeline! If you ever see this, I just wanted to say its great seeing you again! (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Then we walked to cine to meet Xueting, Zhihao, Jonas and I dont know who. Ate ice kachang together and Aaron came. Cold, sweet things are yummy! Then they went to the arcade I think so baby and I went heeren to walk around. I got a top from newurbanmale. Then we went back to meet them at paragon. Abby was there too. And we went holland v. I got to eat the choc chip icecream from gelare! Yesterday was one of my best days ever. Cause I only get to eat icecream once a month. ): Until I recover, right honey? Anyway after that we cabbed home to sleep. We were really tired. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Today, I went over in the morning to spend some precious moments with baby again. And the usual we didnt do much but sleep. And mother-in-law is pissed with us already cause she said something like " Both of you better know your limits. Always lying on the bed. " Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;I need to study now for my quiz tomorrow. Then sleep. I need the beauty sleep. Goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Baby I love love love love love love love you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9688315-115365932519775057?l=faintvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faintvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/115365932519775057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9688315&amp;postID=115365932519775057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9688315/posts/default/115365932519775057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9688315/posts/default/115365932519775057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faintvoices.blogspot.com/2006/07/10-more-days-joy-yesterday-baby_23.html' title=''/><author><name>yong hua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02177939000930334294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9688315.post-115341357357947750</id><published>2006-07-21T00:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T00:39:33.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A few weeks ago, Fitrah and Jiaen said that they had a surprise for me. They were talking about it in front of me but they just wouldnt tell me about it. Haha. And so last monday! I finally got my surprise! They printed some photos I took with them and baby and laminated them. (: I love my girls. They're really sweet. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rar. I dont feel very well now. Last night I only ate a few mouthfuls then I ran to the toilet and puked everything out. After that I lost my appetite and threw my dinner away. I had some snacks at around 2 though. And earlier, I only ate a few mouthfuls for dinner again. And yes, I puked again. Indigestion I guess? I dont know. But it feels fucking terrible. I think Im gona puke again later. The discomfort Im feeling, blah. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway in school today, my girls and I had loads of fun. Im sorry zoey. But we just cant help it. When we look at you in the eye, we have the tendency to look at your eyebrows and tease you about it. It is very tempting. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier in the morning when I reached school. Things happened. Thank you girls for helping to get rid of my emo-ness. Zoey was the best. Because everybody had something to say about her eyebrows. If you were there, you would have laughed like crazy too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But somehow I felt that I was actually forcing myself to laugh so that I could lie to myself that I aint feeling that emo anymore. Whatever. Anyway, I laughed so hard that I had cramps and my face and ears turned red. Each time I turn red, zoey calls me an apple. What the hell. Haha. And the wierd thing was that they said my shoulders and upper arms turned red too? But only for a few seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its late, I got to finish up my maths tutorials. Im behind time. I have a quiz next monday. So sickening. I need to study more. Hopefully I will know how to do the questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two weeks from today, is the day I've been waiting for.&lt;br /&gt;A year and two weeks from today is the day which I've been looking forward to everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;And I hope nothing goes wrong.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9688315-115341357357947750?l=faintvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faintvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/115341357357947750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9688315&amp;postID=115341357357947750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9688315/posts/default/115341357357947750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9688315/posts/default/115341357357947750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faintvoices.blogspot.com/2006/07/few-weeks-ago-fitrah-and-jiaen-said_21.html' title=''/><author><name>yong hua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02177939000930334294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9688315.post-115306405016671583</id><published>2006-07-16T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T23:39:31.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5389/716/1600/Photo-0129.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I went over to baby's place as usual. Then we celebrated Joel's birthday. We snapped quite a few shots too but baby is sleeping now so he cant upload them for me. I shall upload them here another day. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother-in-law made many small bites. I'm really addicted to them. Once I start, I cant stop. I couldnt stop my fingers from taking them from the plate and putting them into my mouth today. XD&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm then we were suppose to go and celebrate wenqi's birthday at this mac playhouse we booked at kap. Haha. Sadly I couldnt go. I had to go home for dinner. Anyway I've a quiz tomorrow so I need to sleep already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5389/716/1600/Photo-0131.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5389/716/320/Photo-0131.0.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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To the man who captured my heart and soul, &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9688315-115306405016671583?l=faintvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faintvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/115306405016671583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9688315&amp;postID=115306405016671583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9688315/posts/default/115306405016671583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9688315/posts/default/115306405016671583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faintvoices.blogspot.com/2006/07/today-i-went-over-to-babys-place-as.html' title=''/><author><name>yong hua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02177939000930334294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9688315.post-115297744931627640</id><published>2006-07-15T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T23:30:49.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This morning, I went over to baby's place. We watched spiderman and xmen together (: Then we took a short nap till 9 and had our dinner.&lt;br /&gt;Oh! Clarice received this really huge pen for her birthday. She looked so cute using the pen earlier. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5389/716/1600/Photo-0135.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5389/716/320/Photo-0135.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5389/716/1600/Photo-0133.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5389/716/320/Photo-0133.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Haha alright thats all for today. goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5389/716/1600/Photo-0134.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5389/716/320/Photo-0134.jpg" 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/9688315-115297744931627640?l=faintvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faintvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/115297744931627640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9688315&amp;postID=115297744931627640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9688315/posts/default/115297744931627640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9688315/posts/default/115297744931627640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faintvoices.blogspot.com/2006/07/this-morning-i-went-over-to-babys.html' title=''/><author><name>yong hua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02177939000930334294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9688315.post-115289714752151836</id><published>2006-07-15T00:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T01:12:27.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Hello I'm back!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been really busy these few days with school work, projects and quizes. I still have two more quizes, next week and three weeks later. I'm really looking forward to the holiday I'm having after my finals, which is one month later. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier, honey and I met the group at Cat High for the CHMA, music awards. We left early cause we were hungry and the whole thing was really boring. We walked to J8 after that for dinner. Then we headed home. I'm really really tired now. So Im going to bed already. But before that, pictures. Sadly, I didnt take any with honey today. ): &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5389/716/1600/Photo-0106edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5389/716/320/Photo-0106edit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5389/716/1600/Photo-0126.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5389/716/320/Photo-0126.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5389/716/1600/Photo-0102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5389/716/320/Photo-0102.jpg" 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/9688315-115289714752151836?l=faintvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faintvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/115289714752151836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9688315&amp;postID=115289714752151836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9688315/posts/default/115289714752151836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9688315/posts/default/115289714752151836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faintvoices.blogspot.com/2006/07/hello-im-back-ive-been-really-busy.html' title=''/><author><name>yong hua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02177939000930334294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9688315.post-115176419167849291</id><published>2006-07-01T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T22:39:41.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I woke up around 10 am today. Feeling rather cranky. I was suppose to meet my cousin today but I decided to cab down to Charmaine's place. It was a really last minute decision.&lt;br /&gt;Haha. I met Debbie! My childhood mate. She used to sit beside me in class when we were in sngs. There was once we had this really heated arguement in class because of a correction tape. We were screaming and crying in class and threw each other's pencil box on the floor I think. Haha we were only Primary 3 then if I remembered correctly! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5389/716/1600/us%20again.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5389/716/320/us%20again.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;All I ever wanted was to spend the rest of my life with you.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9688315-115176419167849291?l=faintvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faintvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/115176419167849291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9688315&amp;postID=115176419167849291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9688315/posts/default/115176419167849291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9688315/posts/default/115176419167849291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faintvoices.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-woke-up-around-10-am-today.html' title=''/><author><name>yong hua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02177939000930334294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9688315.post-115159352848740913</id><published>2006-06-29T22:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T23:39:31.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today is such a wonderful day. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lectures and all today were boring, as usual. I wanted to sleep so badly and he kept waking me up! And when he is sleeping/falling asleep and I try using the same method to wake him up or prevent him from sleeping, he says that he doesnt need to listen blah blah. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;NOT FAIR!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school we cabbed home cause we were really tired. And we had loads of fun! Right darling? xD&lt;br /&gt;I shall give you more training. Because you're not that fit yet. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Then we had to meet glen an hour after we reached home. Then we went thomson plaza's ntuc to do some shopping. Ben tricked me into buying loads of food. I bought a packet of Ruffles, a can of pringles, loafers chocolate biscuits (I think), two packets of jellies, two small boxes of honeystars and a big box of milo cereal. Oh! He bought bird's nest and snow jelly for me to eat too! My favourite. (:&lt;br /&gt;I thought we were gona put them at home so we can eat it as and when we're hungry. But guess what. I had to take most of them home and have to finish them within a week. I've to eat a lot of carbohydrates and proteins now too. I simply have to! Cause I'm losing weight. I'm 40kg now. Aint I light. (But still Ben feels I'm heavy. Weakling! Train harder! I'm not heavy. Its just that you cant lift heavy objects yet! xD )&lt;br /&gt;And I think I'm still losing weight. ): ): Help?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired. Gona sleep soon. And early tomorrow I shall go over and wake him up!&lt;br /&gt;So long people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ooohlaa! I cant take my eyes off you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9688315-115159352848740913?l=faintvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faintvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/115159352848740913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9688315&amp;postID=115159352848740913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9688315/posts/default/115159352848740913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9688315/posts/default/115159352848740913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faintvoices.blogspot.com/2006/06/today-is-such-wonderful-da_115159352848740913.html' title=''/><author><name>yong hua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02177939000930334294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9688315.post-115150553227438208</id><published>2006-06-28T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T22:49:54.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On tuesday I wasn't really paying attention to any lectures. I kept falling asleep. Haha. And dear fitrah didnt come. She was sick ): She is feeling better today and said she will be coming tomorrow. =D&lt;br /&gt;Oh we had a lab practical test in the morning. And damn! I found out that I wrote the wrong answer after handing up the paper to the teacher. But I know I did my experiments correctly. Hmmm Jiaen and I left the maths lecture an hour early cause it was just too boring. We went town. Haha. Went to get magazines and her harry porter book. We didnt do much, just walking around and had lunch. Then we left for home.&lt;br /&gt;Home sweet home. I bathed and slept. It was only 730. Haha and I slept through the night, till the next morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I went over to his house. Bought the suede cleaner brush. But I realised I dont have the right cleaner. And so I cant clean my purse! Its so flithy and black now. I need to get another one to use for the time being, until my purse is clean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm munching on the chocolates he bought me this morning. My favourite chocolate. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier, father-in-law wanted to talk to me. He talked to me about his business and all. Saying that I should learn and so I can be of much help to him in the near future. Then he suddenly changed the topic. We started talking about *us and me. He said that honey started earning money ever sincehe was in primary school and he is good at that. So thats his gift. (:  And I'm really lucky to have him. Also, about how Im accepted by the family and all. Then my future, his future. And some which really made me &lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;. I think he was shocked and speechless. Haha. Hmmm. Well, patience my daughter. Thats what he said. Well, I guess my patience is my gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I need to do my amaths homework now. Drats.&lt;br /&gt;Good bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I know I still love you very very much.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9688315-115150553227438208?l=faintvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faintvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/115150553227438208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9688315&amp;postID=115150553227438208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9688315/posts/default/115150553227438208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9688315/posts/default/115150553227438208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faintvoices.blogspot.com/2006/06/hello-people.html' title=''/><author><name>yong hua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02177939000930334294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9688315.post-115133577773797141</id><published>2006-06-26T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T23:33:03.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5389/716/1600/smiles079.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5389/716/320/smiles079.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5389/716/1600/smiles080.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5389/716/320/smiles080.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5389/716/1600/smiles078.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5389/716/320/smiles078.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5389/716/1600/smiles077.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5389/716/320/smiles077.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5389/716/1600/smiles076.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5389/716/320/smiles076.0.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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really bored today in class. My phone battery was flat so I took Jiaen's phone and snapped shots of myself. Jiaen took photos of me too. I know I look retarded. I was really bored okay. You see the person beside me? Its honey. He was sleeping throughout each lecture. =Okay Im really bored now.&lt;br /&gt;Good bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I want mum-mum. xD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9688315-115133577773797141?l=faintvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faintvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/115133577773797141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9688315&amp;postID=115133577773797141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9688315/posts/default/115133577773797141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9688315/posts/default/115133577773797141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faintvoices.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-was-really-bored-today-in-class.html' title=''/><author><name>yong hua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02177939000930334294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9688315.post-115123605126160995</id><published>2006-06-25T19:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T19:47:31.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today I'm really in a bad mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the only thing which made me feel better was that honey bought me a dvd. "8 in 1 collection" princess stories. Yea cinderella and all. I still like fairytales and watching cartoons even though I'm gona be 17 this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh great. I saw/read some things that ticked me off.&lt;br /&gt;Things that I really dont like and yet its still going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Good bye.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9688315-115123605126160995?l=faintvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faintvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/115123605126160995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9688315&amp;postID=115123605126160995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9688315/posts/default/115123605126160995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9688315/posts/default/115123605126160995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faintvoices.blogspot.com/2006/06/today-im-really-in-bad-mood_25.html' title=''/><author><name>yong hua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02177939000930334294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9688315.post-115116340605291511</id><published>2006-06-24T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T23:38:41.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5389/716/1600/Photo-0075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5389/716/320/Photo-0075.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5389/716/1600/Photo-0077edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5389/716/320/Photo-0077edit.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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early this morning I went over to hon's place to sleep.  Haha I still cannot forget what you said hon when I said "Then why did I wake up so early to come over?" xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU SISSY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(you're favourite colour =D )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went home to change and all then went out with my family to celebrate sissy's birthday. Well I think the day would be better if sissy and I were shopping alone. She only managed to get herself a pair of slippers and track shoes. Okay anyway I dont wana talk about what happened today already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sissy is in my room, talking on the phone now. And yes sissy, &lt;strong&gt;YOU ARE SO NOISY!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you sissy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5389/716/1600/Photo-0081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5389/716/320/Photo-0081.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5389/716/1600/Photo-0082edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5389/716/320/Photo-0082edit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5389/716/1600/Photo-0079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5389/716/320/Photo-0079.jpg" 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/9688315-115116340605291511?l=faintvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faintvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/115116340605291511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9688315&amp;postID=115116340605291511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9688315/posts/default/115116340605291511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9688315/posts/default/115116340605291511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faintvoices.blogspot.com/2006/06/early-this-morning-i-went-over-to-hons.html' title=''/><author><name>yong hua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02177939000930334294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9688315.post-115108072505922583</id><published>2006-06-24T00:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T00:38:45.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We just found out that he is &lt;strong&gt;still&lt;/strong&gt; seeing her. We thought it was over. We thought you're gona change and be faithful. I guess not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9688315-115108072505922583?l=faintvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faintvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/115108072505922583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9688315&amp;postID=115108072505922583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9688315/posts/default/115108072505922583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9688315/posts/default/115108072505922583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faintvoices.blogspot.com/2006/06/we-just-found-out-that-he-is-still.html' title=''/><author><name>yong hua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02177939000930334294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9688315.post-115107664890262122</id><published>2006-06-23T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T00:32:58.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today, I'm feeling better. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was watching "What women wants" just now and I think if both men and women can read each other's minds it will be great. Then we will know what each other want and all. 'Cause sometimes its true that we just dont understand each other. We dont know what the other party really wants from you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awhile later, I'm gona jump onto her bed and wake her up and sing her a birthday song! HAHA. Sissy and I are going shopping tomorrow. I've to get her her desired birthday present.  Then I guess I need to do some shopping too. xD  Not sure what I'll get or maybe i'll go back empty handed.  But shopping with sissy would be fun. I like her company. She understands me best, other than hon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met hon earlier to have desert at the coffeeshop. (:&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm feeling rather warm and sticky. Gona bathe so take care people. I shall update again tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9688315-115107664890262122?l=faintvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faintvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/115107664890262122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9688315&amp;postID=115107664890262122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9688315/posts/default/115107664890262122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9688315/posts/default/115107664890262122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faintvoices.blogspot.com/2006/06/today-im-feeling-better.html' title=''/><author><name>yong hua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02177939000930334294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9688315.post-115099706600517645</id><published>2006-06-23T01:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T01:24:26.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I accidentally cut my finger. A small, deep cut. So now it cant stop bleeding. My finger feels numb now after 5 minutes of bleeding. ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9688315-115099706600517645?l=faintvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faintvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/115099706600517645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9688315&amp;postID=115099706600517645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9688315/posts/default/115099706600517645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9688315/posts/default/115099706600517645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faintvoices.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-accidentally-cut-my-finger.html' title=''/><author><name>yong hua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02177939000930334294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9688315.post-115099468372280510</id><published>2006-06-23T00:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T00:47:47.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I slept at around 7, 7plus this morning. Actually I intended to jog at the park cause I really couldnt sleep. I wanted to wear myself out so I can sleep soundly. But guess what. I fell down the stairs. I dont know when am I not gona be this clumsy anymore. I always get hurt somehow. I get bruises on my legs, hands and head all the time. It is really frustrating at times.&lt;br /&gt;Oh fuck my back and butt hurts after that fucking fall. How great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didnt get sold today. There were problems with me so the seller decided not to sell me away yet.&lt;br /&gt;I went to watch "Just My Luck" with my sister today. We were late for the show , but anyhow we still enjoyed it. Then after the show we had our late dinner at 9. Haha and did a little shopping.&lt;br /&gt;Alright there's nothing much to blog about. Didnt do much except __ . So good bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I didnt mean it. Perhaps it was really harsh. Im sorry. Please understand that I didnt do it intentionally. Stop all the ignoring me attitude. Its just too much for me to handle. I try not to let it affect me. But I realise that Im just avoiding everything. Pushing all my emotions aside. When I face it, I actually feel worse. I guess you're hurt now too. We both are. I want to make you feel better. But you keep pushing me away. What am I suppose to do now. I want to be there. And you're showing me signs that I shouldnt be there at all? =\ But anyhow,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I miss you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9688315-115099468372280510?l=faintvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faintvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/115099468372280510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9688315&amp;postID=115099468372280510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9688315/posts/default/115099468372280510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9688315/posts/default/115099468372280510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faintvoices.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-slept-at-around-7-7plus-this-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>yong hua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02177939000930334294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9688315.post-115089593849475591</id><published>2006-06-21T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T21:18:58.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sissy's birthday is &lt;u&gt;THIS SATURDAY&lt;/u&gt;. (x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight is my last night here. Tomorrow I'm gona be sold away by &lt;strong&gt;that&lt;/strong&gt; man. We're going town early in the morning to settle some bank stuff for our daddy. Then I guess heading home for my last meal or something.&lt;br /&gt;I asked that man so MANY times where are we going, tell me the street name, which train station are we alighting at and etc. He just said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll take a bus to the train station then take to that stop. Then walk out then go straight, turn right, cross the road, pass by shop houses, turn left to this alley, walk straight then turn left and we're there! (the directions are not exactly what he said but its roughly like that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE JUST WONT TELL ME.&lt;br /&gt;He simply &lt;strong&gt;loves &lt;/strong&gt;to keep me in suspense. Oh great. I cant stop thinking where would we be going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charmaine if you see this, I just wana say that I MISS YOU!  (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now go offline and study!&lt;/strong&gt;  xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9688315-115089593849475591?l=faintvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faintvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/115089593849475591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9688315&amp;postID=115089593849475591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9688315/posts/default/115089593849475591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9688315/posts/default/115089593849475591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faintvoices.blogspot.com/2006/06/sissys-birthday-is-this-saturday.html' title=''/><author><name>yong hua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02177939000930334294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9688315.post-115081250673125135</id><published>2006-06-20T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T22:15:02.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5389/716/1600/Photo-0066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5389/716/320/Photo-0066.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5389/716/1600/Photo-0068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5389/716/320/Photo-0068.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I went to Charmaine's place today. (: Initially we intended to tan at her pool but the weather was terrible. Mood spoiler. Well then we watched "A Lot Like Love". I like that show. Haha. Then we went to get food. Chocolates and ice cream. But I didnt eat much ice cream though. But chocolates, I LOVE. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On the way back, my eyes were like half open. I was so sleepy but I couldnt take a nap when I reached home cause I had to help mommy with the preparation of dinner. ): &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I miss you.&lt;/strong&gt; Your silly laughter and smile. The way you hate to get up every morning even though you are already late and &lt;strong&gt;forcing&lt;/strong&gt; me to drag you off the bed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes I dont know what to believe. There are times I feel that I'm losing my faith and hope. Sometimes I dont know whether is this the truth or just another lie. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9688315-115081250673125135?l=faintvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faintvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/115081250673125135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9688315&amp;postID=115081250673125135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9688315/posts/default/115081250673125135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9688315/posts/default/115081250673125135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faintvoices.blogspot.com/2006/06/blog-post_115081250673125135.html' title='.'/><author><name>yong hua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02177939000930334294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9688315.post-115075657341655336</id><published>2006-06-20T06:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T06:41:30.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;To all my dear friends out there &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gona be sold away this thursday night by the man who happens to be my boyfriend. Yes I'll say it once again,&lt;br /&gt;MY BOYFRIEND.&lt;br /&gt;He said that I'll be either going to Saudi Arabia to work as a maid or Bangladesh. And he knows I hate banglas. How sweet of him yea. Then I should send the money earned back to him. So last night he brought me to eat bbq stingray and all. He said it was my last meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People who care and love me out there, please go ahead, scold him for all I care. He deserves it. And please be nice, bid a higher price so that I'll be sold to you instead of those smelly banglas and saudi arabians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;DEAREST BOYFRIEND. I LOVE YOU. BUT I HATE YOU NOW. YOU BETTER TELL ME WHERE ARE WE GOING ON THURSDAY NIGHT. IT BETTER BE NICE OR I'LL BE MAD, VERY MAD. HUMPH. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;AND YES NOW I KNOW YOUR TRUE COLOURS AND JUST HOW MUCH YOU LOVE ME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I know this sounds stupid and dumb. But he is having a lot of fun right now telling me that he is gona sell me away and me playing along by making a big fuss about it. Haha. This is called lovers game? No idea. Well, I just hope he wont mean it? Hahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9688315-115075657341655336?l=faintvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faintvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/115075657341655336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9688315&amp;postID=115075657341655336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9688315/posts/default/115075657341655336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9688315/posts/default/115075657341655336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faintvoices.blogspot.com/2006/06/blog-post_20.html' title='.'/><author><name>yong hua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02177939000930334294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9688315.post-115065044736662634</id><published>2006-06-19T00:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T02:02:47.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello! And these are the photos we took (: I didnt upload them all though. If you all wana view more photos, you can go &lt;a href="http://sg.pg.photos.yahoo.com/ph/shortfuds/my_photos"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;http://sg.pg.photos.yahoo.com/ph/shortfuds/my_photos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i6.tinypic.com/14trojm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i6.tinypic.com/14trps4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i5.tinypic.com/14tsai9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i6.tinypic.com/14tsavl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dont even think about fooling around with her. She can just kill you with that look. HA! &lt;a href="http://tinypic.com"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i5.tinypic.com/14tsdjt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i5.tinypic.com/14tsdvp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i6.tinypic.com/14tse40.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i6.tinypic.com/14tseaa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i6.tinypic.com/14tsehs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i6.tinypic.com/14tseon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i6.tinypic.com/14tseva.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i5.tinypic.com/14tshdw.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dont ask me what was I trying to do. I dont know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i6.tinypic.com/14tshma.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i6.tinypic.com/14tsht2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i6.tinypic.com/14tsi3c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i6.tinypic.com/14tsidi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i5.tinypic.com/14tsjuq.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i6.tinypic.com/14tsk60.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i6.tinypic.com/14tskdz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i5.tinypic.com/14tsklu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i5.tinypic.com/14tsl5h.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i5.tinypic.com/14tsld3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i5.tinypic.com/14tslkh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i5.tinypic.com/14tsmy8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hahahaha! I know this photo looks terrible. We were trying to act like those act cute ah-lians with those "I'm so adorable, dont you wana love me" look. Hahaha.&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i6.tinypic.com/14tsn6c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i6.tinypic.com/14tsnip.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i5.tinypic.com/14tsnqc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i6.tinypic.com/14tsrif.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i6.tinypic.com/14tsv2x.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i5.tinypic.com/14tswlk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i5.tinypic.com/14tt0zk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i6.tinypic.com/14tt1dd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i6.tinypic.com/14tt2s6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i6.tinypic.com/14tt35h.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i5.tinypic.com/14tt3dk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i6.tinypic.com/14tt3ki.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i6.tinypic.com/14tt45v.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i5.tinypic.com/14tt4cj.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to baby's house today. I didnt get to watch cars.  ):  I wana watch tomorrow hon! I'm gona be sold away by Mr. Lye on thursday.  I'm still angry with you hon. You need to tell me where you're gona bring me that night! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I miss you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9688315-115065044736662634?l=faintvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faintvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/115065044736662634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9688315&amp;postID=115065044736662634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9688315/posts/default/115065044736662634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9688315/posts/default/115065044736662634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faintvoices.blogspot.com/2006/06/hello-and-these-are-photos-we-took-i.html' title=''/><author><name>yong hua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02177939000930334294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://i6.tinypic.com/14trojm_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9688315.post-115046385124972084</id><published>2006-06-16T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T21:17:31.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Notice me&lt;br /&gt;Take my hand&lt;br /&gt;Why are we&lt;br /&gt;Strangers when&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Our love is strong&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why carry on without me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I try to fly&lt;br /&gt;I fall without my wings&lt;br /&gt;I feel so small&lt;br /&gt;I guess &lt;strong&gt;I need you baby&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And everytime I see you in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;I see your face, it's haunting me&lt;br /&gt;I guess &lt;strong&gt;I need you baby&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sorta learnt how to play this song on the piano just now when I was at charmaine's place. Not the full song. Only a few lines. She is my piano teacher now. We took many many photos today. But she aint home now. She is in church so I've to wait for her to be back and send me the photos. Then I'll upload them.  (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9688315-115046385124972084?l=faintvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faintvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/115046385124972084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9688315&amp;postID=115046385124972084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9688315/posts/default/115046385124972084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9688315/posts/default/115046385124972084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faintvoices.blogspot.com/2006/06/notice-me-take-my-hand-why-are-we.html' title=''/><author><name>yong hua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02177939000930334294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9688315.post-115039560854990649</id><published>2006-06-16T02:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T02:31:11.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Looking at your picture from when we first met&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You gave me a smile that I could never forget&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And nothing I could do could protect me from you that night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Some days I make it through and then there's nights that never end&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My dreams are empty from the day, the day you slipped away&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That since I lost you, I lost myself&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No I can't fake it, there's no one else&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm finally meeting CHARMAINE for lunch! Yay. She would said she is gona spend time with me.  (:  Then JO ANN! If you see this before you leave your house, remember to text us when you reach town!  I cant wait to meet you. And yes, we should take pictures together. xD Love you both more and more now.  (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9688315-115039560854990649?l=faintvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faintvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/115039560854990649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9688315&amp;postID=115039560854990649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9688315/posts/default/115039560854990649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9688315/posts/default/115039560854990649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faintvoices.blogspot.com/2006/06/looking-at-your-picture-from-when-we.html' title=''/><author><name>yong hua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02177939000930334294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9688315.post-115029587181556893</id><published>2006-06-14T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T22:38:29.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm feeling weak. I think I caught a cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awhile ago I had this sudden urge to blog. But now, I realise I have nothing to say at all. Feeling rather dull now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had this really bad dream when I was sleeping at his place just now. It wasnt about her*. Its much worse. The dream seemed so real. I woke up in tears ): But it doesnt matter anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm driving myself nuts. I always give myself a lot of stress. I love making up stories to cheer myself up. I guess I have to stop doing this to myself. Cause in the end, I dont seem to feel any better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;When you &lt;s&gt;left&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I lost a part of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;It's still so hard to believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Come back baby please, 'cause&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;We belong together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Who else am I gonna lean on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;When times get rough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Who's gonna talk to me on the phone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Till the sun comes up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Who's gonna take your place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;There ain't nobody better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Oh baby, baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;We belong together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9688315-115029587181556893?l=faintvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faintvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/115029587181556893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9688315&amp;postID=115029587181556893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9688315/posts/default/115029587181556893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9688315/posts/default/115029587181556893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faintvoices.blogspot.com/2006/06/im-feeling-weak.html' title=''/><author><name>yong hua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02177939000930334294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9688315.post-115022633971619695</id><published>2006-06-14T03:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T03:18:59.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;IM HUNGRY.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have food at home now, finally. But I dont like them. I have only maggi, the brand and flavour which I dont like, and biscuits which daddy love and I seriously dont. I wana eat fishball noodles. My stomach is growling so loudly now. BUT, no one is awake. They are all sleeping. I dont wana call anyone and wake them up. I'll feel really bad. I dont wana go down now cause I'm lazy, its dark, cold and banglas are hanging around my void deck. &lt;s&gt;I hate banglas.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9688315-115022633971619695?l=faintvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faintvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/115022633971619695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9688315&amp;postID=115022633971619695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9688315/posts/default/115022633971619695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9688315/posts/default/115022633971619695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faintvoices.blogspot.com/2006/06/im-hungry.html' title=''/><author><name>yong hua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02177939000930334294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9688315.post-115021917846507899</id><published>2006-06-14T01:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T01:28:15.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmmm I cant seem to sleep tonight. And I did this quiz. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;The Five Love Languages&lt;/h2&gt;My primary love language is probably&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;b&gt;Physical Touch&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with a secondary love language being&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quality Time&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/big&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Complete set of results&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" border="'0'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Physical Touch: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="'20'"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;10&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Quality Time: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="'20'"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;9&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Words of Affirmation: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="'20'"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;7&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Acts of Service: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="'20'"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;4&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Receiving Gifts: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="'20'"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;0&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="'_blank'"&gt;Take the quiz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9688315-115021917846507899?l=faintvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faintvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/115021917846507899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9688315&amp;postID=115021917846507899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9688315/posts/default/115021917846507899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9688315/posts/default/115021917846507899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faintvoices.blogspot.com/2006/06/hmmm-i-cant-seem-to-sleep-tonight.html' title=''/><author><name>yong hua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02177939000930334294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9688315.post-115021294840983568</id><published>2006-06-13T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T00:49:59.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I made a new friend (: Her name is Jo Ann, a really sweet girl. Yes I guess quite a few of you know her already. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to meet my girls for dinner today. Havent seen them for a long time. Its nice to see them again. They're all still the same. Huiyun is still loud, rough and very violent. Valerie is still, shorter than me! xD&lt;br /&gt;We were at ps and guess who went there as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY FAVOURITE! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;BARNEY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5389/716/1600/Photo-0059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5389/716/320/Photo-0059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5389/716/1600/Photo-0058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5389/716/320/Photo-0058.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5389/716/1600/Photo-0057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5389/716/320/Photo-0057.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5389/716/1600/Photo-0056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5389/716/320/Photo-0056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I simply adore barney ever since I was a little girl. xD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hello Mr. 7&lt;strong&gt;, I miss you.&lt;/strong&gt; I miss you so much. I miss the way you smile at me. I miss the way you hold me close and smell my hair. I miss the way you would hug me. I miss the way you would tickle me. I miss the way you cant keep your hands off me. I miss the way you kiss me. I miss the way you hug me when we're sleeping. I miss everything. I just miss everything so much now. I cant pretend to be fine for long. You know this drives me crazy. I miss you so much that I wana just run over to your place now and hug you till I fall asleep.&lt;s&gt; But you'll probably just push me away again.&lt;/s&gt; ): I miss you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9688315-115021294840983568?l=faintvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faintvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/115021294840983568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9688315&amp;postID=115021294840983568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9688315/posts/default/115021294840983568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9688315/posts/default/115021294840983568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faintvoices.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-made-new-friend-her-name-is-jo-ann.html' title=''/><author><name>yong hua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02177939000930334294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9688315.post-115012785170784927</id><published>2006-06-12T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T23:58:21.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its nice to love someone and have someone special in your heart.&lt;br /&gt;Its nice to know that you're being loved by someone dear to you.&lt;br /&gt;Its nice to have someone to be there for you.&lt;br /&gt;Its nice to hug the one you love and be in that person's arms.&lt;br /&gt;Its nice to look at the one you love when he is still sleeping and look at how adorable he is when he is snoring away.&lt;br /&gt;Its nice when you get to kiss his forehead and everywhere else every now and then because he belongs to you and you only.&lt;br /&gt;Its nice to know that you belong to someone.&lt;br /&gt;Its nice when your heart is filled with love,warmth and care you received from the one you love.&lt;br /&gt;Its nice when you know that there is a world out there which belongs to you two only.&lt;br /&gt;Its nice to believe that things will work out no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;Its nice to be in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love you Ben.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9688315-115012785170784927?l=faintvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faintvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/115012785170784927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9688315&amp;postID=115012785170784927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9688315/posts/default/115012785170784927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9688315/posts/default/115012785170784927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faintvoices.blogspot.com/2006/06/its-nice-to-love-someone-and-have.html' title=''/><author><name>yong hua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02177939000930334294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9688315.post-115011590729545329</id><published>2006-06-12T20:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T20:42:20.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had cravings for hawaiian pizza and spicy drumlets the minute I woke up today. So I ordered them for lunch xD&lt;br /&gt;I cant resist eating good food la. I seriously like to pamper myself. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MEI SPRAINED HER NECK! Haha. She went to see the doctor just now. I thought she would come back with the cast on. But sadly, no :( Haha. We're so much closer now compared to when we were just kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back then when I was at the age of 10 or slightly younger and Mei was just 7. We used to fight each other. We would literally slap,punch and kick each other really hard in the face and stomach. Haha. And people think only boys would behave like this. Its all daddy's fault! He taught us how to fight ever since we were a kid. So then we became each other's punching bags. xD&lt;br /&gt;We still do call each other shitheads, morons, bitches or what-so-ever mean names you can think of and scream at each other at the top of our voices.&lt;br /&gt;BUT, we love each a lot. We do right sister? (: (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Yay! Am I happy today? No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I thought about all the things I did wrong ever since the first day we've been together. This pang of guilt is depressing. I broke your heart over and over. Thats why now I want to do my best to be a better girl. For you to stay right here, with me. Love you darling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9688315-115011590729545329?l=faintvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faintvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/115011590729545329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9688315&amp;postID=115011590729545329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9688315/posts/default/115011590729545329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9688315/posts/default/115011590729545329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faintvoices.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-had-cravings-for-hawaiian-pizza-and.html' title=''/><author><name>yong hua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02177939000930334294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9688315.post-114987382377711630</id><published>2006-06-10T00:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T01:26:57.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm finally home. Feeling really tired now even though I drank a cup of latte. I miss starbuck's hot latte. I simply love drinking latte. (: Yay, mei and I took photos again. With silly, retarded, dumb faces. Not all of course. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5389/716/1600/Photo-0038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5389/716/320/Photo-0038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5389/716/1600/Photo-0039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5389/716/320/Photo-0039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5389/716/1600/Photo-0040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5389/716/320/Photo-0040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5389/716/1600/Photo-0041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5389/716/320/Photo-0041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5389/716/1600/Photo-0044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5389/716/320/Photo-0044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5389/716/1600/Photo-0042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5389/716/320/Photo-0042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5389/716/1600/Photo-0043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5389/716/320/Photo-0043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honey went to ah tong's place to watch world cup with them. Guess what. I'm watching too. Surprised eh? Haha. I have nothing else to watch. And, it looks quite interesting. Haa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it still breaks my heart when I see those players falling down or getting injured. Cause' they remind me of him getting injured. My boy has a swollen ankle now. :( :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO FEAR MY LOVE! For my magic fingers have been awaken to heal your bruise! It wont hurt a lot darling. xD &lt;u&gt;I shall have my revenge!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. Alright I was just kidding. Cause' usually I'll have many bruises. Then he'll rub them for me. Its like slow torture, which is for my own good. So now its darling's turn. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nickelback's song, far away, has been playing in my head over and over ever since this afternoon. I dont know why.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9688315-114987382377711630?l=faintvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faintvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/114987382377711630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9688315&amp;postID=114987382377711630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9688315/posts/default/114987382377711630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9688315/posts/default/114987382377711630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faintvoices.blogspot.com/2006/06/im-finally-home.html' title=''/><author><name>yong hua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02177939000930334294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9688315.post-114984542372753208</id><published>2006-06-09T17:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T17:30:23.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLO.  Im back !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On monday, I had obc test. I studied like hell cause' I thought the test would be really difficult. But no, it turned out to be okay. On tuesday, I had cbe test. Yes, that was tough. I think I'm gona fail. I dont even know how to answer some of the questions. So I guess I've to prepare myself for the retest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay on wednesday honey and I went swimming at kes's place. We went to tan too. But it wasnt that sunny. So it aint a good tan. :(&lt;br /&gt;Next stop, sentosa! (one day that is) (x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier today I had em1 test. Its amaths. I'll pass I suppose. But definitely  not up to expectations. Well, its over. I might be having tuition. Mommy wants me to go for tuition. I want a private tutor. We'll see about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going out for dinner with my family later. We're gona watch a movie. I wana watch "She's the man" ! But mei says she is gona watch that with her friends tomorrow. Rar. Maybe the silly cartoon "cars" ? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will update again later! Goodbye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9688315-114984542372753208?l=faintvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faintvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/114984542372753208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9688315&amp;postID=114984542372753208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9688315/posts/default/114984542372753208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9688315/posts/default/114984542372753208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faintvoices.blogspot.com/2006/06/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>yong hua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02177939000930334294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9688315.post-114934012716877962</id><published>2006-06-03T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T21:08:47.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5389/716/1600/Photo-0035.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5389/716/1600/Photo-0036.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5389/716/320/Photo-0036.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Happy 1 year and 10 months darling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went jogging today to relieve stress. Haha. I went in the evening and after that I just walked around in the park till the sun went down. Then went to sit on the swing. I didnt want any company so I just went alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;As you can see the photos I've uploaded. Haha. I was bored of studying so I started drawing everywhere. I even took my sister's hand to draw. She is kinda mad with me now. Haha. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5389/716/1600/Photo-0035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5389/716/320/Photo-0035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay I gotta start mugging again. Cant afford to fail. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;"&gt;Its hard to pretend you're fine when you're just not at all.&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5389/716/1600/Photo-0037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5389/716/320/Photo-0037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9688315-114934012716877962?l=faintvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faintvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/114934012716877962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9688315&amp;postID=114934012716877962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9688315/posts/default/114934012716877962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9688315/posts/default/114934012716877962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faintvoices.blogspot.com/2006/06/happy-1-year-and-10-months-darling.html' title=''/><author><name>yong hua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02177939000930334294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.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>
