<?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-36898773</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:57:48.575-07:00</updated><title type='text'>[ past from 011106-290407. ]</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://you-colour-up-my-life.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36898773/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://you-colour-up-my-life.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>JOEY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>30</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36898773.post-117083584461451266</id><published>2007-02-07T15:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T01:37:10.130-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4644/536/640/429809/DSC00303-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4644/536/320/696308/DSC00303-001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; moz-background-clip: initial; moz-background-origin: initial; moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;slackers =P&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH MY.&lt;br /&gt;What a splendid night i spent out there with jasmine and sky (:&lt;br /&gt;cause im not working tonight again...&lt;br /&gt;Met up jasmine to tamp. for a simple shopping trip with sky who tagged along later.&lt;br /&gt;I saw some familiar faces down the interchange.&lt;br /&gt;It's DENISE and PHYLLIS, the friends who worked with me.&lt;br /&gt;They were waiting for their friends to tamp. too, but for a movie.&lt;br /&gt;Shopped ard, but bought only afew studs.&lt;br /&gt;There was this girl who wanted to buy a GUESS handbag for herself but&lt;br /&gt;...there was no stock!&lt;br /&gt;HAHA =P&lt;br /&gt;So she felt damn *shagged*.&lt;br /&gt;Went to have a meal and continue shopping till all the shops closed.&lt;br /&gt;Slacked outside level 4 of tmall for fresh air before we proceed for some arcade games.&lt;br /&gt;Took a bus to jasmine house near midnight.&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, the 3 of us played with peel-off masks.&lt;br /&gt;*ORANGE flavour* smells sweet.&lt;br /&gt;That was fun and full of laughters :D&lt;br /&gt;As we got to see 3 of the UGLY us once in a while.&lt;br /&gt;Afterwhich we decided to go tmart mac for some snacks but it was closed.&lt;br /&gt;So we walked to tamp. 201 on the quiet street in the midnight&lt;br /&gt;...for pratas! X)&lt;br /&gt;Slacked at 2 different playgrounds before the time reached morning.&lt;br /&gt;We went to block 363 ard 7am to see students going to school in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;The kind of feeling was so great, seeing students going to school while we need not.&lt;br /&gt;XP HA.&lt;br /&gt;Sky and i acc jasmine to buy breakfast for her parents before we went back to her house.&lt;br /&gt;Then, we chatted and i started to share my own feelings which involved some of my personal emotions.&lt;br /&gt;I never expect i would react in that way.&lt;br /&gt;Just feeling sad when i make myself think of many problems and worries.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes im thinking, why should i think so much now...?&lt;br /&gt;*Because that concerns of my FUTURE*&lt;br /&gt;Alright, back to the happenings, we got to enjoy her culinary skills of *MAGGIE MEE* :D&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, its delicious as im hungry.&lt;br /&gt;Then im getting so engrossed in playing SIMS2 after the meal.&lt;br /&gt;But getting tired and sleepy after all.&lt;br /&gt;Dear called me secretly from the camp, he sounds unhappy on the phone because i ton for the whole night as he was very worried for my health cause he knew i will get sick easily.&lt;br /&gt;But im glad he still care alot for me although he seems so far apart from me.&lt;br /&gt;Glad that he will not quarrel with me as and when he like too (:&lt;br /&gt;Got home in the afternoon, with my eyeslids going to zip closed, to fall asleep right away...&lt;br /&gt;A fun *ton* with the 2 of them =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4644/536/640/458392/collage1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4644/536/320/606140/collage1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; moz-background-clip: initial; moz-background-origin: initial; moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;hi, need a ride? =)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36898773-117083584461451266?l=you-colour-up-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://you-colour-up-my-life.blogspot.com/feeds/117083584461451266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36898773&amp;postID=117083584461451266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36898773/posts/default/117083584461451266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36898773/posts/default/117083584461451266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://you-colour-up-my-life.blogspot.com/2007/02/slackers-p-oh-my.html' title=''/><author><name>JOEY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36898773.post-117083542963235230</id><published>2007-02-02T23:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T01:53:37.823-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4644/536/640/840899/Image(03).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4644/536/320/519637/Image%2803%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; moz-background-clip: initial; moz-background-origin: initial; moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;mini toys from dear (:&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36898773-117083542963235230?l=you-colour-up-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://you-colour-up-my-life.blogspot.com/feeds/117083542963235230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36898773&amp;postID=117083542963235230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36898773/posts/default/117083542963235230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36898773/posts/default/117083542963235230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://you-colour-up-my-life.blogspot.com/2007/02/mini-toys-from-dear.html' title=''/><author><name>JOEY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36898773.post-117013191163749865</id><published>2007-01-30T12:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T23:09:05.210-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;*I want to appreciate the times when moments are made into memories. I want to embrace them. Cherish them. And never forget they come so few and far between. I know that wherever life takes me, moments will always follow. They remind me of what's really important. It's not just life but living. It's the journey, the destination, and all points in between. So treasure each and every moments in life, appreciate what you have, life consist of choices beyond give and take. Live life to the fullest*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back from work this morning.&lt;br /&gt;Get to know many nice teenagers there so far :)&lt;br /&gt;Had lots of fun at work with my friends there.&lt;br /&gt;Settled down at Bedok interchange to have a meal with jasmine and denise after work.&lt;br /&gt;Had *pig stomach soup+rice*.&lt;br /&gt;Feeling disgusted?&lt;br /&gt;Nope, it tasted so yummy =P&lt;br /&gt;Warm my gastric in the cold morning.&lt;br /&gt;Afterwhich i took bus back home to have a refreshing bathe. X)&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, denise sent me a DORAEMON theme last night during the breaktime.&lt;br /&gt;Dear, your handphone has a new theme!&lt;br /&gt;And im using that theme now, it's so adorable, love it so much :D&lt;br /&gt;Will let you take a look at it when you book out okay?&lt;br /&gt;Oh, there was a lame thing happening at the work place.&lt;br /&gt;A guy told everybody he likes me and kept pointing his finger at me, then started laughing to himself.&lt;br /&gt;And whenever i see him, he will smile at me.&lt;br /&gt;=S&lt;br /&gt;You know what?!&lt;br /&gt;He has mental problem, i felt so SCARED!&lt;br /&gt;My friends there disturbed me, asking what he like about me.&lt;br /&gt;He answered them, "i like her figure, her shape."&lt;br /&gt;OMG, *puke*&lt;br /&gt;[ pervertic + sot + mentally ill + no taste ]&lt;br /&gt;Hope not to see him again, that lunatic really allows me to have goosebumps.&lt;br /&gt;HA! :S&lt;br /&gt;Just wanna let you know i miss you and your smses, dear!!! :(&lt;br /&gt;Why didnt you reply me last night?&lt;br /&gt;Boohoos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36898773-117013191163749865?l=you-colour-up-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://you-colour-up-my-life.blogspot.com/feeds/117013191163749865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36898773&amp;postID=117013191163749865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36898773/posts/default/117013191163749865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36898773/posts/default/117013191163749865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://you-colour-up-my-life.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-want-to-appreciate-times-when.html' title=''/><author><name>JOEY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36898773.post-116991397146504288</id><published>2007-01-22T21:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T19:09:42.040-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I managed to wake up early this morning.&lt;br /&gt;Bathe and make my way to Simei to find my mum for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;But i did not see her when i reached there, so i waited while i loiter ard.&lt;br /&gt;Was damn hungry as it was already 3 in the afternoon and ive not eaten anything yet.&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;Went Eastpoint to shop alone and bought some stuffs for my room.&lt;br /&gt;Finally i found my mum at her work place, but by the time i met her, my gastric was rather upset.&lt;br /&gt;Luckily i will not be working tonight to have enough rest for the day...&lt;br /&gt;Feeling sick after i took my meal so went to take a nap.&lt;br /&gt;I was so surprised that Ting en called me after i woke up.&lt;br /&gt;And we chatted for about a whole 2 hours =)&lt;br /&gt;She invited me to NYP open house.&lt;br /&gt;Well, we chatted alot on our individual life now and how she cope in her studies.&lt;br /&gt;Can see that poly life can be real stress at times :x&lt;br /&gt;Afterwhich dear called me from camp.&lt;br /&gt;I told him that i will be going to ivan chalet afew days later but he is worried about me.&lt;br /&gt;He explained alot to me about how he felt nicely...&lt;br /&gt;Haha sometimes i feel fortunate to have know such a nice guy who cares for me and will speak to me very nicely about things he dislike.&lt;br /&gt;Happy to know you since that very day, i will not regret.&lt;br /&gt;So...&lt;br /&gt;You dont have to worry that i will ever regret being with you =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36898773-116991397146504288?l=you-colour-up-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://you-colour-up-my-life.blogspot.com/feeds/116991397146504288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36898773&amp;postID=116991397146504288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36898773/posts/default/116991397146504288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36898773/posts/default/116991397146504288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://you-colour-up-my-life.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-managed-to-wake-up-early-this.html' title=''/><author><name>JOEY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36898773.post-116970749430359310</id><published>2007-01-21T22:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T19:14:32.853-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was having a slight gastric pain in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;So went back home by cab with dear and jiahao as they were going for lion dance as well.&lt;br /&gt;Wonder why ive got insufficient of sleep and getting so sick easily nowadays :(&lt;br /&gt;TERRIBLE.&lt;br /&gt;So slept for the whole afternoon straight after i reached home.&lt;br /&gt;By the time i woke up, i then found that dear went back to his camp already.&lt;br /&gt;This sweety pie called me at ard 9 at night.&lt;br /&gt;...chatted for quite a long time and that gong toot toot kept bombing me with lame jokes.&lt;br /&gt;(^.^" HA&lt;br /&gt;He told me he will be booking out this coming friday in the evening.&lt;br /&gt;I will look forward to that day... =)&lt;br /&gt;Anyway dear let me use his handphone from today onwards as mine is faulty.&lt;br /&gt;He told me to treat it as my own belonging, im glad and started to love using it already.&lt;br /&gt;Dont worry baby, i will take great care of it okay? :)&lt;br /&gt;Although everything seems alright now, recently alot of things had happened even though im working and dear is in the camp.&lt;br /&gt;We quarrelled very often on the phone for the past few days because of money matters.&lt;br /&gt;Im not clear about how his mum personality is like and the way their family managed their financial properties so i tend to imagine alot, ended up i created a misunderstanding on his mum. And dear was having fever twice in a week.&lt;br /&gt;As i was unhappy with dear, so i did not visit him on tuesday(1st book out on the week).&lt;br /&gt;We nearly broke up as i think the reason should be the way i speaked to him is just being too much.&lt;br /&gt;He doubt my love for him and he got not much confidence in himself.&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, he suggested to break up in the first place but seek for my forgiveness later.&lt;br /&gt;We got back together and he promised to change for the better for me...&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes when im working, i tend to reminisce about what ive done and words said to dear, im at fault too actually.&lt;br /&gt;Felt real bad when i think of it, sorry dear.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously i did not put in my best in this relationship so far.&lt;br /&gt;Hope things will get better as time passes by...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;*wo hai shi yi zhi dou hui ai zhe ni*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.deap-designs.com/myspace-glitter-graphics/i85300497_73892.gif" /&gt; &lt;div style="Z-INDEX: 9; LEFT: 0px; WIDTH: 88px; POSITION: absolute; TOP: 30px; HEIGHT: 31px"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36898773-116970749430359310?l=you-colour-up-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://you-colour-up-my-life.blogspot.com/feeds/116970749430359310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36898773&amp;postID=116970749430359310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36898773/posts/default/116970749430359310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36898773/posts/default/116970749430359310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://you-colour-up-my-life.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-was-having-slight-gastric-pain-in.html' title=''/><author><name>JOEY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36898773.post-116954494211579132</id><published>2007-01-20T23:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T22:05:17.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I Am Back!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..back to blog and meanwhile im back from work this morning :)&lt;br /&gt;Took a sleep until evening as im feeling so tired.&lt;br /&gt;Supposed to meet dear to East Coast Park for a stroll but end up it was raining heavily.&lt;br /&gt;So we went to tamp. instead.&lt;br /&gt;The purpose of going to tamp. is because i wanted to get a cap for dear but there is not much varieties for us to choose from.&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm maybe i will get you one some other day okay?&lt;br /&gt;Walked ard and bought some snacks to fill our stomach for the time being.&lt;br /&gt;Then back to Bedok as its already rather late.&lt;br /&gt;Watched a horror show, Collic at his house with his bro and sis.&lt;br /&gt;Quite a scary one =s&lt;br /&gt;Fall asleep at his house and dear didnt wake me up as he dont want to disturb me from my sleep...&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for accompanying me wherever i wish to go X)&lt;br /&gt;Love my cute little dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4644/536/640/629438/image02%20edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4644/536/320/942954/image02%20edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; moz-background-clip: initial; moz-background-origin: initial; moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;taken on 11 Jan 2007&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4644/536/640/178001/Image(01).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4644/536/320/75783/Image%2801%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; moz-background-clip: initial; moz-background-origin: initial; moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;GONG TOOT TOOT on the phone!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4644/536/640/118004/Image(01)-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4644/536/320/600818/Image%2801%29-001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; moz-background-clip: initial; moz-background-origin: initial; moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Edited by -joeyy-&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36898773-116954494211579132?l=you-colour-up-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://you-colour-up-my-life.blogspot.com/feeds/116954494211579132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36898773&amp;postID=116954494211579132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36898773/posts/default/116954494211579132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36898773/posts/default/116954494211579132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://you-colour-up-my-life.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-am-back.html' title=''/><author><name>JOEY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36898773.post-116818620480674527</id><published>2007-01-07T21:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T08:27:38.180-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;6th Jan 2006&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt so bad after i picked up dear 's call this afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;OMG i promised him i will wait for him at Tanah Merah bustop as he will be booking out today yet i overslept!&lt;br /&gt;I woke up only after his call.&lt;br /&gt;Bet he will be dissapointed.&lt;br /&gt;So i got up and get prepared as soon as possible.&lt;br /&gt;Then took a cab down to his house...&lt;br /&gt;So glad to see him, thought he is angry with me but he didnt at all.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;We have lunch together with his family.&lt;br /&gt;*YUMMY*&lt;br /&gt;Auntie 's cooking is always so great!&lt;br /&gt;Gonna get some recipe from her soon, hmmm... :D&lt;br /&gt;Then dear bring me out to meet his bunkmate and friends at CINELEISURE.&lt;br /&gt;Supposed to watch movie but it was rather late cause dear need to get home by time cause of his stupid probation.&lt;br /&gt;=P&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya dear saw one of his ex, adeline, outside the building too.&lt;br /&gt;He kept telling me about her and i ended up unhappy for a moment.&lt;br /&gt;Dear, understand what is *jealous*?&lt;br /&gt;hmmp! :(&lt;br /&gt;We then took a train back to his house and on the way, i saw ZY with his marinne.&lt;br /&gt;Recently keep seeing him ard.&lt;br /&gt;Haha such a coincidence :D&lt;br /&gt;Glad that he and marinne are still fine together.&lt;br /&gt;Back to Bedok North, ..........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36898773-116818620480674527?l=you-colour-up-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://you-colour-up-my-life.blogspot.com/feeds/116818620480674527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36898773&amp;postID=116818620480674527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36898773/posts/default/116818620480674527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36898773/posts/default/116818620480674527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://you-colour-up-my-life.blogspot.com/2007/01/6th-jan-2006-i-felt-so-bad-after-i.html' title=''/><author><name>JOEY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36898773.post-116818522056636189</id><published>2007-01-05T23:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T07:53:40.570-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4644/536/640/320621/dolly%20%286%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; 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Hello? I am talking to you. How old are you?...."&lt;br /&gt;But my back was facing them.&lt;br /&gt;I ignored and only answered them that my age is TWELVE!&lt;br /&gt;XP&lt;br /&gt;Jasmine looked at me like im an idiot O.O&lt;br /&gt;NO a dumber, a dumberer!&lt;br /&gt;They came and question me again during one of the breaktime as if interviewing me.&lt;br /&gt;*irritated*&lt;br /&gt;I walked away.&lt;br /&gt;I replied inside me,&lt;br /&gt;im not interested in anyone of them and on the other hand,&lt;br /&gt;...my heart is already occupied :)&lt;br /&gt;Found that this job is not really suitable for me.&lt;br /&gt;I felt so so so TIRED.&lt;br /&gt;Took bus to tamp. century square for our favourite beef noodles &lt;strong&gt;after our work &lt;/strong&gt;(21st dec ; 8am)&lt;br /&gt;Aww... :(&lt;br /&gt;The stall havent opened by the time jasmine &amp; i reached as we were too early.&lt;br /&gt;So we waited, bought and ate.&lt;br /&gt;Before that we saw Fiona Xie &amp;amp; Ben at tamp. mall.&lt;br /&gt;She is so pretty!&lt;br /&gt;Ben is very cute too :D&lt;br /&gt;Afterwhich we rushed back home to rest.&lt;br /&gt;OH i remembered i saw aloysius cycled past me riding a girl behind him at Simei earlier on.&lt;br /&gt;And i wondered why are there such coincidences to always met up with him...?&lt;br /&gt;SADDED :(&lt;br /&gt;- cause i dont have the chance to talk to dear on the phone when im working night shifts.&lt;br /&gt;I MISS YOU DEAR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;21st Dec 2006&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is the 2nd day of work.&lt;br /&gt;Jasmine and i finally brought sufficient food and drinks there so that we wont &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36898773-116675565567586484?l=you-colour-up-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://you-colour-up-my-life.blogspot.com/feeds/116675565567586484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36898773&amp;postID=116675565567586484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36898773/posts/default/116675565567586484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36898773/posts/default/116675565567586484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://you-colour-up-my-life.blogspot.com/2006/12/20th-dec-2006-im-supposed-to-meet.html' title=''/><author><name>JOEY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36898773.post-116629039596084573</id><published>2006-12-16T23:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T10:57:46.893-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://f.friendster-tweakers.com/rsc/icons/misc/m98.gif" alt="Friendster Icons" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://f.friendster-tweakers.com/rsc/icons/misc/m80.gif" alt="Friendster Icons" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://f.friendster-tweakers.com/rsc/icons/misc/m33.gif" alt="Friendster Icons" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the 2nd day that dear was in the camp.&lt;br /&gt;Wonder how is he doing?&lt;br /&gt;Hope that life there will not be as tough and he can cope well with the lifestyle there.&lt;br /&gt;I think i dreamt of you last night but i cant remember what was it about.&lt;br /&gt;I saw YOU in my dream!&lt;br /&gt;That was already good enough, maybe i just miss you too much.&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, my younger bro and i went to meet my mum for lunch at tamp. mall this afternoon after her facial treatment.&lt;br /&gt;Wow, mummy bought us Korean cuisine.&lt;br /&gt;*YUMMY*&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed my meal X)&lt;br /&gt;Then pei my mum to shop ard.&lt;br /&gt;My mum &amp; bro bought something home except for me.&lt;br /&gt;What i want now is not all these &lt;strike&gt;OBJECTS&lt;/strike&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;What i want now is my DEAR to be by my side...&lt;br /&gt;Its already late, so i took a train to meet yuyun at Bedok.&lt;br /&gt;We went to the supermarket to buy some ice-creams for dear 's daddy cause i heard from auntie yesterday that uncle likes to eat that ice-cream that i used to buy =)&lt;br /&gt;Afterwhich the both of us went straight to visit dear 's mummy &amp;amp; daddy.&lt;br /&gt;Auntie cooked alot of nice dishes tonight.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA yuyun and i managed to clear the dishes. =P&lt;br /&gt;Then we helped to wash up the dishes.&lt;br /&gt;"Guai" ma? X)&lt;br /&gt;Finally dear called back at 10+.&lt;br /&gt;I felt so happy to hear his voice again.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;Dear told me he will be back on the 24th in the afternoon ard 3 or 4.&lt;br /&gt;Then he promised to bring me out on Christmas eve.&lt;br /&gt;Haha so happy!&lt;br /&gt;Pei auntie to chat for awhile before we left.&lt;br /&gt;Dear 's mummy told me about jiahao working past as he got cheated by a company.&lt;br /&gt;And guess what?!&lt;br /&gt;...its the DW company which i used to work there before.&lt;br /&gt;:P such a coincidence.&lt;br /&gt;Luckily i only worked 3 days for that.&lt;br /&gt;I managed to take the last bus tonight but for yuyun, her last bus has already left.&lt;br /&gt;So she will be staying over at dear house le.&lt;br /&gt;And me,&lt;br /&gt;*HOME SWEET HOME* :)&lt;br /&gt;I miss you badly, my precious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;LIFE W/O YOU MAKES A BIG DIFFERENCE TO ME.&lt;/em&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/36898773-116629039596084573?l=you-colour-up-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://you-colour-up-my-life.blogspot.com/feeds/116629039596084573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36898773&amp;postID=116629039596084573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36898773/posts/default/116629039596084573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36898773/posts/default/116629039596084573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://you-colour-up-my-life.blogspot.com/2006/12/this-is-2nd-day-that-dear-was-in-camp.html' title=''/><author><name>JOEY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36898773.post-116620131993961215</id><published>2006-12-15T23:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T08:48:39.943-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4644/536/640/618821/xxx%20%2810%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; 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thats the part that upset me :(&lt;br /&gt;The digits in my bankbook kept running down so rapidly.&lt;br /&gt;Im gonna be quick to find a job once dear get into servicing.&lt;br /&gt;I found that recently i keep waking up so late, even my mum nags at me about that.&lt;br /&gt;Arghh...&lt;br /&gt;Makes me feel so useless now.&lt;br /&gt;Okay forget it, let me rephrase about my life recently.&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;Im meeting dear almost everyday since the day i came back from msia.&lt;br /&gt;My love for him is deeper as days past by.&lt;br /&gt;Last night when i was with my friends slacking at tmart and i was sms-ing with dear.&lt;br /&gt;He suddenly told me that he will marry me in the future.&lt;br /&gt;LOL O.O&lt;br /&gt;That was what gave me a shock and surprise.&lt;br /&gt;Im happy to hear that but nobody can predict the future...&lt;br /&gt;Just let nature do its job. (:&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, i would like to add on...&lt;br /&gt;Words are easy to say from the mouth but love is just a complicated thing that nobody can control ; which is much more complicated than you think it is and compared to words said from the mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Relationships - of all kinds - are like sand held in your hand. Held loosely, with an open hand, the sand remains where it is. The minute you close your hand and squeeze tightly to hold on, the sand trickles through your fingers. You may hold on to some of it, but most will be spilled. A relationship is like that. Held loosely, with respect and freedom for the other party, it is likely to remain intact. But hold too tightly, too possessively, and the relationship slips away and is lost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4644/536/640/967932/ilu..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4644/536/320/458221/ilu..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; moz-background-clip: initial; moz-background-origin: initial; moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" 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/36898773-116599095950568624?l=you-colour-up-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://you-colour-up-my-life.blogspot.com/feeds/116599095950568624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36898773&amp;postID=116599095950568624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36898773/posts/default/116599095950568624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36898773/posts/default/116599095950568624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://you-colour-up-my-life.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-feel-so-empty-when-moment-i-woke-up.html' title=''/><author><name>JOEY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36898773.post-116599455582514407</id><published>2006-12-12T23:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T08:56:35.166-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was awaken up by my mum this morning.&lt;br /&gt;X(&lt;br /&gt;Dear told me he 's coming to my house to look for me so i waited for him.&lt;br /&gt;Ive done alot of household chores while waiting for him to wake up.&lt;br /&gt;This dear of mine is so lazy ; always sleep like a pig. =P&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Finally got the time to wash up all of my clothes at a go.&lt;br /&gt;Hees, do you ever wonder that whenever you ve completed doing something even if its just a small matter, you will still feel so contented with yourself?&lt;br /&gt;X) yup, thats how i feel.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe im easily contented?&lt;br /&gt;Managed to get my things done before dear come.&lt;br /&gt;...but he called me suddenly and told me he was lazy to come and look for me at my house.&lt;br /&gt;Yet he told me to go over instead.&lt;br /&gt;I felt kind of down and dissapointed at that very point of time.&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;Then afew seconds later, i heard some knocks at my window.&lt;br /&gt;YA, its dear.&lt;br /&gt;I knew it must be him! :D&lt;br /&gt;He will never lie to me.&lt;br /&gt;Im so glad he actually came...&lt;br /&gt;Dear wore the shirt i bought for him, look very nice on him =)&lt;br /&gt;I love it.&lt;br /&gt;Afterwhich we went to EASTPOINT to look for his friend, joseph.&lt;br /&gt;We went to arcade and i see them play.&lt;br /&gt;So funny :p&lt;br /&gt;Then while walking to the coffeeshop, i saw my mum.&lt;br /&gt;Oops, she saw me and dear holding hands tightly.&lt;br /&gt;But she didnt say anything just kept smiling to herself...?&lt;br /&gt;o.O&lt;br /&gt;I brought dear back to my house for dinner and to let my dad have a look at him.&lt;br /&gt;This is the first time my dad see him if im not wrong.&lt;br /&gt;I think he gave my parents a good impression so far. (:&lt;br /&gt;My dad knew he dislike to eat veggie, so dad asked me to encourage him to try as its good for health.&lt;br /&gt;Pei dear walked to Simei again as he wanted to transfer money.&lt;br /&gt;Then he walked me home again.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks dear for being so nice to me, and kept troubling you to walk here and there with me.&lt;br /&gt;Hees. X)&lt;br /&gt;Dear pei my bro and watch him play warcraft while i went to bath.&lt;br /&gt;Im glad that he seems to dote alot on my younger bro.&lt;br /&gt;He even helped me to return the money i owe my bro.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks dear, i love you!&lt;br /&gt;Actually you dont need to do that :)&lt;br /&gt;Dear pei me until 9.30 then he leave my house.&lt;br /&gt;I felt so bad cause i left him at my living room and i myself was playing com :x&lt;br /&gt;But he wasn't angry at all, he still gave me a warm smile before he left.&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;Jasmine asked me out at night to slack together.&lt;br /&gt;Although its late, it has been a very long time i didnt meet her up.&lt;br /&gt;So made the effort to cycle and look for her ard tmart.&lt;br /&gt;Eeling, ivan, rixiang and yusof came to join us later.&lt;br /&gt;Chatting and laming around until 2am.&lt;br /&gt;Then we dispersed and went back home.&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, saw aloysius, ahbee and friends earlier on.&lt;br /&gt;All of us seemed to be like totally strangers after that incidence has happened afew months before...&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i dont give a damn to him anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I think he changed alot.&lt;br /&gt;And i dont think he deserved and worth my love once.&lt;br /&gt;I HATE DECEIVERS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4644/536/640/663450/xxx%20(8).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4644/536/320/16297/xxx%20%288%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; moz-background-clip: initial; moz-background-origin: initial; moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;HE &amp; SHE (dear look so cute in this pic!)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4644/536/640/98444/xxx%20(10).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4644/536/320/186760/xxx%20%2810%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; moz-background-clip: initial; moz-background-origin: initial; moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;His "xingfu" little princess!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36898773-116599455582514407?l=you-colour-up-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://you-colour-up-my-life.blogspot.com/feeds/116599455582514407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36898773&amp;postID=116599455582514407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36898773/posts/default/116599455582514407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36898773/posts/default/116599455582514407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://you-colour-up-my-life.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-was-awaken-up-by-my-mum-this-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>JOEY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36898773.post-116584435545069428</id><published>2006-12-11T21:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T21:11:47.363-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4644/536/640/171534/xx%20(13).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4644/536/320/730650/xx%20%2813%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; moz-background-clip: initial; moz-background-origin: initial; moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;the *mini flag*&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear and i had a quarrel last night ard 3am.&lt;br /&gt;I got damn pissed off with waiting for his call as he was playing mahjong with his bros and friends.&lt;br /&gt;As he told me he will call me back.&lt;br /&gt;So i waited for his call about 2hrs.&lt;br /&gt;But i myself was also unsure about my temper.&lt;br /&gt;I knew he was playing mahjong yet i showed him attitude out of no where in the sms.&lt;br /&gt;Then dear called me and so we settled our probs on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;Things went well and back to normal at 5am.&lt;br /&gt;I promised dear that i will not make a big fuss in the future.&lt;br /&gt;Hope i will remember and do what ive said.&lt;br /&gt;Supposed to buy breakfast for dear and meet him at 6 in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;But i fall asleep cause of my tiredness.&lt;br /&gt;Woke up in the noon instead :x&lt;br /&gt;Called dear but nobody picked up.&lt;br /&gt;So ive decided to give him a surprise! :D&lt;br /&gt;I bought MAC as lunch for him and put on a *mini flag* (I'm SORRY dear ; i love you) on his MACSPICY to apologise to him.&lt;br /&gt;Hees hope you like it =P&lt;br /&gt;Went to bought cigg. for dear before i went up to find him.&lt;br /&gt;Dear, can you see my sincerity ma? :)&lt;br /&gt;Then me and yu yun were watching MTVs almost the whole afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;Pei dear at his house for the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;I just love to see you when you are sound asleep dear x)&lt;br /&gt;So attractive and adorable!&lt;br /&gt;Love ya laogong &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36898773-116584435545069428?l=you-colour-up-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://you-colour-up-my-life.blogspot.com/feeds/116584435545069428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36898773&amp;postID=116584435545069428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36898773/posts/default/116584435545069428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36898773/posts/default/116584435545069428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://you-colour-up-my-life.blogspot.com/2006/12/mini-flag-dear-and-i-had-quarrel-last.html' title=''/><author><name>JOEY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36898773.post-116600394171288479</id><published>2006-12-01T00:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T01:59:01.720-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;HAPPY 1MTH ANNIVERSARY&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...with you, dear :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36898773-116600394171288479?l=you-colour-up-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://you-colour-up-my-life.blogspot.com/feeds/116600394171288479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36898773&amp;postID=116600394171288479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36898773/posts/default/116600394171288479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36898773/posts/default/116600394171288479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://you-colour-up-my-life.blogspot.com/2006/12/happy-1mth-anniversary.html' title=''/><author><name>JOEY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36898773.post-116317720611071325</id><published>2006-11-10T23:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T09:15:03.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yay!&lt;br /&gt;Finally my last O level maths paper2 has ended. X)&lt;br /&gt;It was quite okay for me, easier than paper1.&lt;br /&gt;Felt so relieved.&lt;br /&gt;and im now blogging at dear house.&lt;br /&gt;Baby came to fetch me home from school today.&lt;br /&gt;It was raining heavily again then.&lt;br /&gt;Me, dear, jasmine and kelvin went to slack for about an hour ard our school area before he sent me home.&lt;br /&gt;Went home to bathe and prepare while dear waited for me under my block.&lt;br /&gt;I tried to get done as soon as possible so as not to let dear wait too long.&lt;br /&gt;After which dear pei me go and return zhiwei stuffs at the bustop near to my house.&lt;br /&gt;He drove his stupid mini car here to show off.&lt;br /&gt;And i got so pissed off when i found out that he didnt return me my SIMS2 disc 1.&lt;br /&gt;X(&lt;br /&gt;So irresponsible.&lt;br /&gt;Argh...&lt;br /&gt;Forget it, phew.&lt;br /&gt;Bus-ed to Bedok north to dear house.&lt;br /&gt;Have dinner together with darling ard 9 at 531 coffeeshop.&lt;br /&gt;=) hee yummy.&lt;br /&gt;Then went back to watch tv.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA&lt;br /&gt;Dad let me go home late tonight so im now blogging in dear house while he 's watching tv. (:&lt;br /&gt;Hees im feeling happy now and will be looking forward to my carefree days after all these tiring days coping with my 'O's.&lt;br /&gt;And i want to thanks my dear for always staying by my side nowadays, you let me heal and recover from every hurt and the sad past tt ive gone through in the past. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36898773-116317720611071325?l=you-colour-up-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://you-colour-up-my-life.blogspot.com/feeds/116317720611071325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36898773&amp;postID=116317720611071325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36898773/posts/default/116317720611071325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36898773/posts/default/116317720611071325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://you-colour-up-my-life.blogspot.com/2006/11/yay-finally-my-last-o-level-maths.html' title=''/><author><name>JOEY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36898773.post-116299937998961044</id><published>2006-11-08T22:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T07:57:46.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yipee, ive finished 3 papers today, FINALLY!&lt;br /&gt;Total of 3 papers in a day can actually kill me. =x&lt;br /&gt;*stressed*&lt;br /&gt;English paper 1 and 2 and physics.&lt;br /&gt;I find english paper2 was quite okay for me but physics was rather tough.&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;Hais, dont really have much confidence in this 'O' levels but i will still continue to perservere and do my best...&lt;br /&gt;Dear came to fetch me from school and once again, without telling me in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;(-.-" haha&lt;br /&gt;Always giving me sudden *surprise* =P&lt;br /&gt;Then me, dear and jasmine sat under a void deck slack for some time before dear walked me home.&lt;br /&gt;He came to my house to watch a movie while we waited for my parents to come home for dinner together.&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, they havent reach home and it was late and so we cooked noodles and start to eat first.&lt;br /&gt;Cause my stomach was actually groaning for FOOD :P&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, and i still rmb dear helped me to wash up some dishes in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks darling X)&lt;br /&gt;Not awhile later, my younger bro reached home.&lt;br /&gt;Dear was good enough, wanting to buy dinner for him but he insisted.&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;Then the both of us went down to take a stroll.&lt;br /&gt;We chatted and dear told me quite alot about his past...&lt;br /&gt;Its interesting but terrible, dear dont return back to those kind of path okay?&lt;br /&gt;You ve changed alot (:&lt;br /&gt;and its GOOD.&lt;br /&gt;*my good boy, my good laogong* xp&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed e cool breeze at night and the peaceful time being with you.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for acc me today dear (:&lt;br /&gt;After tt dear sent me home, and im here blogging for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4644/536/640/Image002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4644/536/320/Image002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; moz-background-clip: initial; moz-background-origin: initial; moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;our endless road (:&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36898773-116299937998961044?l=you-colour-up-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://you-colour-up-my-life.blogspot.com/feeds/116299937998961044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36898773&amp;postID=116299937998961044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36898773/posts/default/116299937998961044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36898773/posts/default/116299937998961044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://you-colour-up-my-life.blogspot.com/2006/11/yipee-ive-finished-3-papers-today.html' title=''/><author><name>JOEY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36898773.post-116300090418830082</id><published>2006-11-07T21:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T08:03:32.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today i only have to sit for chemistry paper.&lt;br /&gt;It was tough :(&lt;br /&gt;I dont even know how to solve the questions.&lt;br /&gt;Hais, kind of giving up for my papers le.&lt;br /&gt;It ended early around 9am.&lt;br /&gt;So went for a meal with jasmine at foodcourt before i head home.&lt;br /&gt;Supposed to meet my boy this afternoon but i was damn tired and not feeling well as i havent got enough sleep this few days.&lt;br /&gt;Took a nap till 7 at night...&lt;br /&gt;Really sorry to make dear wait for me the whole afternoon and he was worried sick!&lt;br /&gt;He even asked cindy about me. xp&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;*Dui bu qi* wor :(&lt;br /&gt;I know you are sad cause you cant meet me today but there 's always tomorrow right?&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;I didnt really got the mood to study, but at least i revised some.&lt;br /&gt;Miss you so much.&lt;br /&gt;Chat with baobei on the phone after my dinner till 2 midnight.&lt;br /&gt;Hees he 's so cute and sweet always. =)&lt;br /&gt;Do you know what i do when i miss you...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4644/536/640/Image(03)(02).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4644/536/320/Image%2803%29%2802%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; moz-background-clip: initial; moz-background-origin: initial; moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;this is what i do when i miss you :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4644/536/640/Image(05)(01).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4644/536/320/Image%2805%29%2801%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; moz-background-clip: initial; moz-background-origin: initial; moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;writing your name down in my heart.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the way you look at me&lt;br /&gt;I miss the way you look into my eyes&lt;br /&gt;I miss the way you take great care of me&lt;br /&gt;I miss the way you talk to me&lt;br /&gt;I miss the way you treat me so gently always&lt;br /&gt;I miss the way you care for me&lt;br /&gt;I miss the sight of you&lt;br /&gt;I miss your voice&lt;br /&gt;I just miss YOU and your everything!&lt;br /&gt;And i just love the way you LOVE me x)&lt;br /&gt;YOU are being LOVED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36898773-116300090418830082?l=you-colour-up-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://you-colour-up-my-life.blogspot.com/feeds/116300090418830082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36898773&amp;postID=116300090418830082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36898773/posts/default/116300090418830082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36898773/posts/default/116300090418830082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://you-colour-up-my-life.blogspot.com/2006/11/today-i-only-have-to-sit-for-chemistry.html' title=''/><author><name>JOEY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36898773.post-116271465649035268</id><published>2006-11-05T00:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T00:25:19.510-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Missing you lots.&lt;br /&gt;Tml will be my maths and ss paper.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully i can cope with them.&lt;br /&gt;Dont think can meet up my hubby between this exam period that often.&lt;br /&gt;So must take good care of yourselves okay?&lt;br /&gt;Will look forward to meeting you soon. (:&lt;br /&gt;*muackss*&lt;br /&gt;Miss ya always...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4644/536/640/collage9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4644/536/320/collage9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; moz-background-clip: initial; moz-background-origin: initial; moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Jiahan and Joey ; since 011106.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36898773-116271465649035268?l=you-colour-up-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://you-colour-up-my-life.blogspot.com/feeds/116271465649035268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36898773&amp;postID=116271465649035268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36898773/posts/default/116271465649035268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36898773/posts/default/116271465649035268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://you-colour-up-my-life.blogspot.com/2006/11/missing-you-lots.html' title=''/><author><name>JOEY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36898773.post-116271387170597290</id><published>2006-11-03T23:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T00:04:31.713-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Woke up by dear 's call this morning.&lt;br /&gt;Supposed to wake up early but i think i was sleeping like a pig.&lt;br /&gt;Zzz. Haha =P&lt;br /&gt;Get prepared while dear was on the way to my house to fetch me.&lt;br /&gt;Hees felt like his lil. princess.&lt;br /&gt;Love being pampered and loved. x)&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to Bedok Princess Mac for breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;Afterwhich his couple of friends came to him for a job interview.&lt;br /&gt;We thought of going to Orchard but one of his friend was still in bed.&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;Dead pig. *oinkoink* =x&lt;br /&gt;So baby brought me to sing ktv with him and his other 4 friends.&lt;br /&gt;Spent that 5hrs of time in there singing non-stop.&lt;br /&gt;Tiring indeed.&lt;br /&gt;Dear got sleepy so i lend him my laps to sleep on.&lt;br /&gt;*sweet sweet dreams* :)&lt;br /&gt;After the ktv session, we took bus to a coffee shop ard his house for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;Chicken rice, hees *yummy*&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;Thx dear for the treat!&lt;br /&gt;You have always been supporting me since the day im with you.&lt;br /&gt;Felt so bad, you must know how to save your precious hard earned money too okay?&lt;br /&gt;Dont always spend on me, stupid boy! XP&lt;br /&gt;Proceed to his house after our dinner.&lt;br /&gt;Used the com for quite some time and almost forgot that dear was in the room watching tv alone, so i tried my best to finish using it asap so as to acc him.&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, i got sorethroat then, so dear provide me some greentea.&lt;br /&gt;We played lame games in the room with each other.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA :D&lt;br /&gt;I fooled him by putting the greentea in his closet so he wont be able to find it.&lt;br /&gt;But he found it at last, and he thought im that stupid?&lt;br /&gt;Using a closet as a fridge?&lt;br /&gt;Bleahs, BODOH! xp&lt;br /&gt;Then dear sent me down to take cab home after he had his supper...&lt;br /&gt;*i love you for who you are, not what i want you to be*&lt;br /&gt;Im so in love with you, baby jiahan!&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36898773-116271387170597290?l=you-colour-up-my-life.blogspot.com' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36898773.post-116255924647060176</id><published>2006-11-02T23:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T01:57:48.180-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4644/536/640/collage8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4644/536/320/collage8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; moz-background-clip: initial; moz-background-origin: initial; moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alot of things happened last night...&lt;br /&gt;I found that after jasmine knew about me being together with jiahan, her attitude and the way she treat me is never the same again.&lt;br /&gt;She smsed me in a v unpatient and rude manner.&lt;br /&gt;Then she called me and we started on a very sensitive conversation.&lt;br /&gt;She expressed to me that she cant stand my behaviour and my drastic change after i broke up with aloysius.&lt;br /&gt;She was unhappy about the things i do and my attitude.&lt;br /&gt;Her words are v mean and hurting.&lt;br /&gt;='(&lt;br /&gt;I admit that after that long relationship has ended, i changed my boyfriends v quickly.&lt;br /&gt;"I was never like this", this is what she said and i agreed in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;People ard me start to create a very bad impression of me.&lt;br /&gt;Now, even my friend despise me. =(&lt;br /&gt;I know what she meant, maybe i will try to stay away from her in order not to create inconveniece to her and her friends.&lt;br /&gt;That may spoil her image?&lt;br /&gt;Cause she mentioned before that she dont like to hang ard with *lousy* people.&lt;br /&gt;I can do nothing now, people will surely gossip and talk behind my back.&lt;br /&gt;What i can do now is to accept the fact and treasure what i have now.&lt;br /&gt;I felt totally down after we hang up.&lt;br /&gt;Called dear but he fall aslp.&lt;br /&gt;Im sad cause theres no1 there when im down at that point of time and its already midnight.&lt;br /&gt;Went to bed instead...&lt;br /&gt;Woke up in the morning, the 1st thing i do is call my dear then.&lt;br /&gt;He was v unhappy and fed up when he knew abt what happened.&lt;br /&gt;He even mentioned to let me go if he brought me unhappiness.&lt;br /&gt;Im indeed shocked by his words because he can say that so easily when he always told me he 's serious with me.&lt;br /&gt;But i understand he said that because he care alot about my feelings.&lt;br /&gt;He 's hoping me to be happy :)&lt;br /&gt;Went to jasmine hse in the afternoon as she asked me along to have maths tuition together.&lt;br /&gt;Slacked at void deck ard tmart till 7+ at night.&lt;br /&gt;Oops, dear was waiting for me at Bedok princess for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;So i rushed down.&lt;br /&gt;Dine at long john silver with baby, his bro and ivan.&lt;br /&gt;Then he bring me to his house.&lt;br /&gt;Watched princess hours.&lt;br /&gt;Its late, so dear sent me to the bustop.&lt;br /&gt;Im happy with my simple life now, but deep in my heart will always be sorrows about how my friends look at me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36898773-116255924647060176?l=you-colour-up-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://you-colour-up-my-life.blogspot.com/feeds/116255924647060176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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become jiahan's laopo since 011106. =)&lt;br /&gt;Actually i feel v fortunate to have him as he dotes alot on me too.&lt;br /&gt;Always here by my side showering me with his love.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, rushed my art prep. work after i woke up in e morning.&lt;br /&gt;Did only 3 pieces of preparatory work.&lt;br /&gt;Then took a cab down to school before i got late for the exam.&lt;br /&gt;Phew things are so rush for me this afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;Art exam is over, my final drawing was v successful.&lt;br /&gt;Quite satisfied with it, hope that i will pass my art.&lt;br /&gt;X) weee~&lt;br /&gt;After i got out of school, i saw my baby suddenly walking beside me when im with a classmate.&lt;br /&gt;He gave me a shock!&lt;br /&gt;NO is a big SURPRISE. XD&lt;br /&gt;He actually came down to give me a surprise and to fetch me home even though he didnt know how to get to my school.&lt;br /&gt;Glad to see him at that point of time :P&lt;br /&gt;So surprised.&lt;br /&gt;Then he walked me home to have a bath while he waited for me under my block for about an hour.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry wor, deardear.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for being so patient to me. (:&lt;br /&gt;We then took a bus to Bedok interchange to meet his mummy for dinner together.&lt;br /&gt;Afterwhich i pei his mummy go change money while he help to take the skirt that his mummy gave me for alteration.&lt;br /&gt;Chat with his mummy on the way there, find his mummy very easy to talk to :)&lt;br /&gt;Went back to his house for awhile before i head home.&lt;br /&gt;Baby sent me home by cab cause its rather late le.&lt;br /&gt;Home sweet home~ (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36898773-116255742166272757?l=you-colour-up-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://you-colour-up-my-life.blogspot.com/feeds/116255742166272757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36898773&amp;postID=116255742166272757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36898773/posts/default/116255742166272757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36898773/posts/default/116255742166272757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://you-colour-up-my-life.blogspot.com/2006/11/formally-become-jiahans-laopo-since.html' title=''/><author><name>JOEY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36898773.post-116231245807333846</id><published>2006-11-01T00:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T23:22:32.143-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4644/536/640/Laopolaogong.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4644/536/320/Laopolaogong.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; moz-background-clip: initial; moz-background-origin: initial; moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;A lovely picture created by my boy. x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just three little words&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;don't seem like enough&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;for someone whose smile&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;still brightens my day,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;whose touch can make me forget&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the rest of the world.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;They don't seem like enough&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;for someone who's always been there&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;to celebrate with me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;when everything goes my way&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and to hold my hand&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;when my whole world&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;seems to fall apart.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But even though "I Love You"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;can't express the depth&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;of my feelings for you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I hope you know what's in my heart.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Because loving you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;means more to me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;than anything in the world&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and it always will...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[ On this day, 1st November 2006 ; 12.00am, i wanna let you know that i &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;am willing to become one of your most important person in this world. Hope that we are the right one for each other. Really glad to have know you since 23rd October 2006. Maybe this is call fate, like you told me before.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The above poem is for you, hope you will love it (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I Love You! ]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4644/536/640/Image(03)(03).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4644/536/320/Image%2803%29%2803%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; moz-background-clip: initial; moz-background-origin: initial; moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Our Promise.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4644/536/640/collage7.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4644/536/320/collage7.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; moz-background-clip: initial; moz-background-origin: initial; moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;My Charming Laogong. =P&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36898773-116231245807333846?l=you-colour-up-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://you-colour-up-my-life.blogspot.com/feeds/116231245807333846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36898773&amp;postID=116231245807333846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36898773/posts/default/116231245807333846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36898773/posts/default/116231245807333846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://you-colour-up-my-life.blogspot.com/2006/11/lovely-picture-created-by-my-boy.html' title=''/><author><name>JOEY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36898773.post-116238947647871346</id><published>2006-10-31T23:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T05:57:56.490-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was suffering from gastric pain since i woke up this morning.&lt;br /&gt;Hur :(&lt;br /&gt;Then went to rest again till 3 when i went to meet jiahan and ivan at simei.&lt;br /&gt;Took bus to bedok polyclinic just in time before the clinic close.&lt;br /&gt;Haa :P&lt;br /&gt;Jiahan was very caring even though im so troublesome about my illness this few days.&lt;br /&gt;He took great care of me when im with him.&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;He even helped to pay for my medical fee.&lt;br /&gt;Thx alot boy, so nice of you.&lt;br /&gt;After which we settled down ard Bedok Fengshan Community centre to do my 'O' level art prep. work.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm done some drawings.&lt;br /&gt;Hees at least i done something.&lt;br /&gt;That gong toot toot kept "forcing" me to continue.&lt;br /&gt;Haha no should be encouraging me to carry on. X)&lt;br /&gt;Went for dinner with jiahan, his mummy and relatives.&lt;br /&gt;Then go his house for awhile before i head home before 10.&lt;br /&gt;Phew still have to do my stupid artwork.&lt;br /&gt;Going to 12 soon... 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