<?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-1107514067845015249</id><updated>2011-07-07T16:24:12.462-07:00</updated><category term='Thanks for concern'/><category term='somehow he was in my mind'/><category term='Friends are meant to be there for you'/><category term='Family&apos;s love'/><category term='my daddy (:'/><category term='i love you baby'/><category term='misses . yazi ?'/><category term='Answer the question'/><category term='Love my beloved two (:'/><category term='loves most'/><category term='Family loves .'/><title type='text'>xinying</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-in-the-past.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107514067845015249/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-in-the-past.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107514067845015249/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>xiaoying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00075575659647695478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>181</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1107514067845015249.post-4864391254679281442</id><published>2010-07-26T07:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T08:26:37.064-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Making of new blog in process. Gonna move on :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.chloe-adr.blogspot.com/"&gt;www.chloe-adr.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1107514067845015249-4864391254679281442?l=love-in-the-past.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-in-the-past.blogspot.com/feeds/4864391254679281442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1107514067845015249&amp;postID=4864391254679281442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107514067845015249/posts/default/4864391254679281442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107514067845015249/posts/default/4864391254679281442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-in-the-past.blogspot.com/2010/07/making-of-new-blog-in-process.html' title=''/><author><name>xiaoying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00075575659647695478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1107514067845015249.post-6415073218799659096</id><published>2010-07-13T22:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T22:30:03.465-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/TD1JT_-jGPI/AAAAAAAAA_E/o3JDFw6p-DA/s1600/1115495_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493627728401996018" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/TD1JT_-jGPI/AAAAAAAAA_E/o3JDFw6p-DA/s320/1115495_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm enjoying my mariage life. So glad that you have changed after marriage providing me wih such an enjoyable life everyday. I feel like I'm showered with love the moment i wake up till the night as i fall asleep. Hope that the current situation will last till we are old. We will still be hand in hand watching each other grow old but still kissing each other good morning and night. Sleeping in your arms everynight really make me felt so secure. I never feel this way before. You're the perfect one for me my dear. Thank you for adding my life with colours and let me know that my future will have someone to support me and accompany thru the darkness period and see the sunshine and rainbow. I never ever regret marrying you and really hope we can maintain it this way. Everyday is like the day we just got married. Work hard now, we will enjoy in the later part of our life after raising the baby up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just saw a video bout giving birth, look so damn pain. But it's such sweet to look at the new born baby innocent face. That's the most wonderful part in raising a kid i think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1107514067845015249-6415073218799659096?l=love-in-the-past.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-in-the-past.blogspot.com/feeds/6415073218799659096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1107514067845015249&amp;postID=6415073218799659096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107514067845015249/posts/default/6415073218799659096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107514067845015249/posts/default/6415073218799659096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-in-the-past.blogspot.com/2010/07/im-enjoying-my-mariage-life.html' title=''/><author><name>xiaoying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00075575659647695478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/TD1JT_-jGPI/AAAAAAAAA_E/o3JDFw6p-DA/s72-c/1115495_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1107514067845015249.post-5871993455592405718</id><published>2010-07-09T01:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T01:12:22.538-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2 more day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/TDbZTCp3REI/AAAAAAAAA-8/fa7Y1n3R0ek/s1600/19669_22324628378.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491815716778099778" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/TDbZTCp3REI/AAAAAAAAA-8/fa7Y1n3R0ek/s320/19669_22324628378.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 more days before wedding, 1 last day to see you. But why must all these problem occur when the date is already pushing so near. I don't know how to help you financially, I don't know how to help you overcome all these money problem, there's nothing i can do. All i can is to leave you alone and not bother you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From the first time we knew each other till getting married, all happen too fast. I really don't know if i truely understand what you want. Or maybe no matter what i do, it just can't satisfied your need. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;你要的爱太完美，我永远都学不会。&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/1107514067845015249-5871993455592405718?l=love-in-the-past.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-in-the-past.blogspot.com/feeds/5871993455592405718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1107514067845015249&amp;postID=5871993455592405718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107514067845015249/posts/default/5871993455592405718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107514067845015249/posts/default/5871993455592405718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-in-the-past.blogspot.com/2010/07/2-more-day.html' title='2 more day'/><author><name>xiaoying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00075575659647695478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/TDbZTCp3REI/AAAAAAAAA-8/fa7Y1n3R0ek/s72-c/19669_22324628378.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1107514067845015249.post-7263880039372095310</id><published>2010-07-08T03:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T01:06:47.037-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss the old school days</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/TDbYeaK4WPI/AAAAAAAAA-0/PN1XYnexZPo/s1600/23-12-09_2201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491814812557531378" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/TDbYeaK4WPI/AAAAAAAAA-0/PN1XYnexZPo/s320/23-12-09_2201.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/TDbYeIz2YdI/AAAAAAAAA-s/Ex1BtbngMI0/s1600/23-12-09_2200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491814807897530834" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/TDbYeIz2YdI/AAAAAAAAA-s/Ex1BtbngMI0/s320/23-12-09_2200.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/TDbYd0MUPPI/AAAAAAAAA-k/3AydQYaUbk4/s1600/23-12-09_2158.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491814802363006194" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/TDbYd0MUPPI/AAAAAAAAA-k/3AydQYaUbk4/s320/23-12-09_2158.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/TDbYdRasmfI/AAAAAAAAA-c/lJz7D83Uuzk/s1600/23-12-09_2159.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491814793028082162" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/TDbYdRasmfI/AAAAAAAAA-c/lJz7D83Uuzk/s320/23-12-09_2159.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss the old school days! Miss hanging out with the 4 seasons and now 2 more member, although its like a bit childish but i really miss it. I missed the dinner with them last night but hopefully i can make it in the next hang out :) Talking to freda is still like the past and felt some closeness coming back. Back to updating blog, really hope that the bond between us still can last and even more stronger than the past.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1107514067845015249-7263880039372095310?l=love-in-the-past.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-in-the-past.blogspot.com/feeds/7263880039372095310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1107514067845015249&amp;postID=7263880039372095310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107514067845015249/posts/default/7263880039372095310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107514067845015249/posts/default/7263880039372095310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-in-the-past.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-miss-old-school-days.html' title='I miss the old school days'/><author><name>xiaoying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00075575659647695478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/TDbYeaK4WPI/AAAAAAAAA-0/PN1XYnexZPo/s72-c/23-12-09_2201.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1107514067845015249.post-2734262894347384332</id><published>2010-04-21T10:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T10:50:14.867-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/S886ZpvW42I/AAAAAAAAA-M/vziqE4xnHnY/s1600/IMG_0623.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462649085399327586" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/S886ZpvW42I/AAAAAAAAA-M/vziqE4xnHnY/s320/IMG_0623.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/S886Z30ZBSI/AAAAAAAAA-U/zrMoxYhjAOs/s1600/IMG_0631.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462649089178535202" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/S886Z30ZBSI/AAAAAAAAA-U/zrMoxYhjAOs/s320/IMG_0631.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Couple fondue with dear dear at suntec :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wish for more time like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But it's time to get bsuy :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1107514067845015249-2734262894347384332?l=love-in-the-past.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-in-the-past.blogspot.com/feeds/2734262894347384332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1107514067845015249&amp;postID=2734262894347384332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107514067845015249/posts/default/2734262894347384332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107514067845015249/posts/default/2734262894347384332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-in-the-past.blogspot.com/2010/04/couple-fondue-with-dear-dear-at-suntec.html' title=''/><author><name>xiaoying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00075575659647695478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/S886ZpvW42I/AAAAAAAAA-M/vziqE4xnHnY/s72-c/IMG_0623.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1107514067845015249.post-5874394510307012093</id><published>2010-04-19T08:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T08:34:19.665-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/S8x33csEGrI/AAAAAAAAA-E/13s3EVwAsxM/s1600/IMG_0615.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461872242571090610" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/S8x33csEGrI/AAAAAAAAA-E/13s3EVwAsxM/s320/IMG_0615.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ILOVEYOU :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1107514067845015249-5874394510307012093?l=love-in-the-past.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-in-the-past.blogspot.com/feeds/5874394510307012093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1107514067845015249&amp;postID=5874394510307012093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107514067845015249/posts/default/5874394510307012093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107514067845015249/posts/default/5874394510307012093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-in-the-past.blogspot.com/2010/04/iloveyou-d.html' title=''/><author><name>xiaoying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00075575659647695478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/S8x33csEGrI/AAAAAAAAA-E/13s3EVwAsxM/s72-c/IMG_0615.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1107514067845015249.post-3255011265632622357</id><published>2010-04-18T05:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T05:04:39.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/S8r1R0zDs_I/AAAAAAAAA98/yejMqL7OAbg/s1600/13298_382138763788_630763788_3838419_2119164_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461447184719524850" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/S8r1R0zDs_I/AAAAAAAAA98/yejMqL7OAbg/s320/13298_382138763788_630763788_3838419_2119164_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks dear dear :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1107514067845015249-3255011265632622357?l=love-in-the-past.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-in-the-past.blogspot.com/feeds/3255011265632622357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1107514067845015249&amp;postID=3255011265632622357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107514067845015249/posts/default/3255011265632622357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107514067845015249/posts/default/3255011265632622357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-in-the-past.blogspot.com/2010/04/thanks-dear-dear.html' title=''/><author><name>xiaoying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00075575659647695478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/S8r1R0zDs_I/AAAAAAAAA98/yejMqL7OAbg/s72-c/13298_382138763788_630763788_3838419_2119164_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1107514067845015249.post-6564858239462345947</id><published>2010-04-16T00:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T00:08:47.794-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/S8gM13mNYII/AAAAAAAAA90/ulak7srCoH0/s1600/Photo0232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460628667783536770" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/S8gM13mNYII/AAAAAAAAA90/ulak7srCoH0/s320/Photo0232.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's always sunshine after rain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1107514067845015249-6564858239462345947?l=love-in-the-past.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-in-the-past.blogspot.com/feeds/6564858239462345947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1107514067845015249&amp;postID=6564858239462345947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107514067845015249/posts/default/6564858239462345947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107514067845015249/posts/default/6564858239462345947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-in-the-past.blogspot.com/2010/04/theres-always-sunshine-after-rain.html' title=''/><author><name>xiaoying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00075575659647695478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/S8gM13mNYII/AAAAAAAAA90/ulak7srCoH0/s72-c/Photo0232.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1107514067845015249.post-105545418183603491</id><published>2010-04-14T15:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T15:17:58.898-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Once you have done wrong in the past, it will be reflected on your future. This is what you teach me. Now i know that guy are non believable creature on earth. They will leave you with a big burden and just fucked off. You left me with your hurtful words and anger when you leave. Why cant you just fucked off quietly at the very least i wont feel so pain right now at this hour. I'm so fucked up with your attitude and all i have done is useless. Is it that i really never change, i shouldnt be feeling this way anymore. Cause you are more cruel and harsh in your words and all this will be etched in my mind if i were to meet another guy like you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1107514067845015249-105545418183603491?l=love-in-the-past.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-in-the-past.blogspot.com/feeds/105545418183603491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1107514067845015249&amp;postID=105545418183603491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107514067845015249/posts/default/105545418183603491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107514067845015249/posts/default/105545418183603491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-in-the-past.blogspot.com/2010/04/once-you-have-done-wrong-in-past-it.html' title=''/><author><name>xiaoying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00075575659647695478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1107514067845015249.post-4311103974650413488</id><published>2010-04-13T12:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T12:54:22.084-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sometime &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; really thinking am i really doing not enough for you? Have you see what i &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;sacrificed&lt;/span&gt; instead of what &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; taking. I see your effort, sometime i feel that you're thinking that you shouldn't be bearing these kind of problem in the first place. My feelings are going up and down when i see you in this state, giving up what you have. Have i really not done enough or am i not doing anything at all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Am i thinking too much, I think I'm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm just paranoid.&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/1107514067845015249-4311103974650413488?l=love-in-the-past.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-in-the-past.blogspot.com/feeds/4311103974650413488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1107514067845015249&amp;postID=4311103974650413488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107514067845015249/posts/default/4311103974650413488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107514067845015249/posts/default/4311103974650413488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-in-the-past.blogspot.com/2010/04/sometime-im-really-thinking-am-i-really.html' title=''/><author><name>xiaoying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00075575659647695478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1107514067845015249.post-3251376391895470762</id><published>2010-04-03T10:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T10:50:54.205-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/S7d_2zayerI/AAAAAAAAA9s/xx9TXWSnJrM/s1600/03042010184.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455970053074877106" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/S7d_2zayerI/AAAAAAAAA9s/xx9TXWSnJrM/s320/03042010184.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;First 3D movie with you, i enjoyed but was giddy :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1107514067845015249-3251376391895470762?l=love-in-the-past.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-in-the-past.blogspot.com/feeds/3251376391895470762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1107514067845015249&amp;postID=3251376391895470762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107514067845015249/posts/default/3251376391895470762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107514067845015249/posts/default/3251376391895470762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-in-the-past.blogspot.com/2010/04/first-3d-movie-with-you-i-enjoyed-but.html' title=''/><author><name>xiaoying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00075575659647695478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/S7d_2zayerI/AAAAAAAAA9s/xx9TXWSnJrM/s72-c/03042010184.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1107514067845015249.post-2384162661867038060</id><published>2010-04-03T10:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T10:46:59.962-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/S7d-zvvCRHI/AAAAAAAAA9c/in1MrCbCvl0/s1600/IMG_0568.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455968901034820722" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/S7d-zvvCRHI/AAAAAAAAA9c/in1MrCbCvl0/s320/IMG_0568.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you, thank you for buying macdonald breakfast for me specially. So sweet of you! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1107514067845015249-2384162661867038060?l=love-in-the-past.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-in-the-past.blogspot.com/feeds/2384162661867038060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1107514067845015249&amp;postID=2384162661867038060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107514067845015249/posts/default/2384162661867038060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107514067845015249/posts/default/2384162661867038060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-in-the-past.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-love-you-thank-you-for-buying.html' title=''/><author><name>xiaoying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00075575659647695478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/S7d-zvvCRHI/AAAAAAAAA9c/in1MrCbCvl0/s72-c/IMG_0568.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1107514067845015249.post-6993252267725885404</id><published>2010-03-31T12:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T12:11:46.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/S7OeTFi8ogI/AAAAAAAAA9U/cvAIJ6AryN4/s1600/02022010147.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454877624419262978" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/S7OeTFi8ogI/AAAAAAAAA9U/cvAIJ6AryN4/s320/02022010147.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss you. Counting down the time you are coming back to my side. :( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want curry fish head tomorrow :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1107514067845015249-6993252267725885404?l=love-in-the-past.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-in-the-past.blogspot.com/feeds/6993252267725885404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1107514067845015249&amp;postID=6993252267725885404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107514067845015249/posts/default/6993252267725885404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107514067845015249/posts/default/6993252267725885404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-in-the-past.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-miss-you.html' title=''/><author><name>xiaoying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00075575659647695478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/S7OeTFi8ogI/AAAAAAAAA9U/cvAIJ6AryN4/s72-c/02022010147.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1107514067845015249.post-1945202736984058666</id><published>2010-03-28T00:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T01:02:55.338-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Finally realise that everything was my wrong. I always can't cope with the stress. I hate the current. I'm tired. I'm sorry I'm wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's wasn't easy at all to give you up.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Just keep taking gastric pills and you'll be fine. I think i can survive without you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Just another wishful thinking, that you'll be around when i wake up.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;How dumb can i be?&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/1107514067845015249-1945202736984058666?l=love-in-the-past.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-in-the-past.blogspot.com/feeds/1945202736984058666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1107514067845015249&amp;postID=1945202736984058666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107514067845015249/posts/default/1945202736984058666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107514067845015249/posts/default/1945202736984058666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-in-the-past.blogspot.com/2010/03/finally-realise-that-everything-was-my.html' title=''/><author><name>xiaoying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00075575659647695478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1107514067845015249.post-4058458740854511959</id><published>2010-03-27T11:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T11:26:43.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I waited the whole day for a special call and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sms&lt;/span&gt;. But my phone just like kept silent throughout the whole day. I hate my stupid thinking, i hate the present. I hate to think that we really not suitable, but i think we really are. I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;alway&lt;/span&gt; took the first step out and look for you &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;everytime&lt;/span&gt; we quarrel, but today, i never took the first step hoping that you will. You're an utter disappointment. I feeling so fucked up right now. I said i was sorry but it was useless. I think no matter what i do, is just useless. This will still continue no matter what. If i &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; take the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;first step&lt;/span&gt;, its a full stop to this story.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1107514067845015249-4058458740854511959?l=love-in-the-past.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-in-the-past.blogspot.com/feeds/4058458740854511959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1107514067845015249&amp;postID=4058458740854511959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107514067845015249/posts/default/4058458740854511959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107514067845015249/posts/default/4058458740854511959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-in-the-past.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-waited-whole-day-for-special-call-and.html' title=''/><author><name>xiaoying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00075575659647695478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1107514067845015249.post-5846482018980117791</id><published>2010-03-26T13:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T13:11:10.661-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/S60UJBaCn6I/AAAAAAAAA8E/wk1u0o4bDQ4/s1600/Photo0232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453036869044576162" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/S60UJBaCn6I/AAAAAAAAA8E/wk1u0o4bDQ4/s320/Photo0232.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The trust, never theres. Or am i thinking too much, making fool of myself?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Is it because i love you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;too much?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;but you never know.&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/1107514067845015249-5846482018980117791?l=love-in-the-past.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-in-the-past.blogspot.com/feeds/5846482018980117791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1107514067845015249&amp;postID=5846482018980117791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107514067845015249/posts/default/5846482018980117791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107514067845015249/posts/default/5846482018980117791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-in-the-past.blogspot.com/2010/03/trust-never-theres.html' title=''/><author><name>xiaoying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00075575659647695478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/S60UJBaCn6I/AAAAAAAAA8E/wk1u0o4bDQ4/s72-c/Photo0232.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1107514067845015249.post-6568359179824423533</id><published>2010-03-24T12:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T12:51:32.314-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/S6ptAptMFOI/AAAAAAAAA78/NzOBrVu-2x0/s1600/Photo0243.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452290156848223458" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/S6ptAptMFOI/AAAAAAAAA78/NzOBrVu-2x0/s320/Photo0243.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Back from camp. I miss you a lot :)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;我爱你，老公&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/1107514067845015249-6568359179824423533?l=love-in-the-past.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-in-the-past.blogspot.com/feeds/6568359179824423533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1107514067845015249&amp;postID=6568359179824423533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107514067845015249/posts/default/6568359179824423533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107514067845015249/posts/default/6568359179824423533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-in-the-past.blogspot.com/2010/03/back-from-camp.html' title=''/><author><name>xiaoying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00075575659647695478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/S6ptAptMFOI/AAAAAAAAA78/NzOBrVu-2x0/s72-c/Photo0243.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1107514067845015249.post-3801932593283161851</id><published>2010-03-21T09:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T09:42:18.748-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/S6ZL6oJBadI/AAAAAAAAA70/DontCDlJ80k/s1600-h/003258.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451127869558319570" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/S6ZL6oJBadI/AAAAAAAAA70/DontCDlJ80k/s320/003258.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/S6ZL6am-7JI/AAAAAAAAA7s/nWRVrGZZwnA/s1600-h/002941.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451127865925889170" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/S6ZL6am-7JI/AAAAAAAAA7s/nWRVrGZZwnA/s320/002941.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/S6ZL5qidcVI/AAAAAAAAA7k/LEBMh1T4QP4/s1600-h/002907.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451127853022015826" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/S6ZL5qidcVI/AAAAAAAAA7k/LEBMh1T4QP4/s320/002907.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/S6ZL4wj5pBI/AAAAAAAAA7c/U6ctgkEpPZw/s1600-h/002931.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451127837458801682" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/S6ZL4wj5pBI/AAAAAAAAA7c/U6ctgkEpPZw/s320/002931.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I will miss you a lot dumb dumb 老公！！！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I hate camping.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1107514067845015249-3801932593283161851?l=love-in-the-past.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-in-the-past.blogspot.com/feeds/3801932593283161851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1107514067845015249&amp;postID=3801932593283161851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107514067845015249/posts/default/3801932593283161851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107514067845015249/posts/default/3801932593283161851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-in-the-past.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-will-miss-you-lot-dumb-dumb-i-hate.html' title=''/><author><name>xiaoying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00075575659647695478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/S6ZL6oJBadI/AAAAAAAAA70/DontCDlJ80k/s72-c/003258.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1107514067845015249.post-7217058646665371947</id><published>2010-03-19T07:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T07:07:24.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/S6OEwwzxJmI/AAAAAAAAA7U/T1R4QMINUjU/s1600-h/19032010163.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450345947319051874" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/S6OEwwzxJmI/AAAAAAAAA7U/T1R4QMINUjU/s320/19032010163.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/S6OEwWgWS5I/AAAAAAAAA7M/pa4yKSuopCM/s1600-h/18032010158.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450345940258278290" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/S6OEwWgWS5I/AAAAAAAAA7M/pa4yKSuopCM/s320/18032010158.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Homed since yesterday, steamboat :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Glad that you're by my side when i wake up today :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Iloveyou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1107514067845015249-7217058646665371947?l=love-in-the-past.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-in-the-past.blogspot.com/feeds/7217058646665371947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1107514067845015249&amp;postID=7217058646665371947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107514067845015249/posts/default/7217058646665371947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107514067845015249/posts/default/7217058646665371947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-in-the-past.blogspot.com/2010/03/homed-since-yesterday-steamboat-d-glad.html' title=''/><author><name>xiaoying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00075575659647695478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/S6OEwwzxJmI/AAAAAAAAA7U/T1R4QMINUjU/s72-c/19032010163.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1107514067845015249.post-7784273525038717668</id><published>2010-03-12T22:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T23:04:05.554-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/S5s3q2U8fsI/AAAAAAAAA7E/sGV59DZRUis/s1600-h/Photo0147.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448009383512145602" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/S5s3q2U8fsI/AAAAAAAAA7E/sGV59DZRUis/s320/Photo0147.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Never felt so lost before. I wake up without knowing what to do. I just felt a sudden heart pain and tears rolling down my face. I feel that you're no longer going to be mine. I don't know what to do to make you stay and stop suspecting me. My eyes are swollen. Why can't i make up my mind, for the first time, i hestitated. Whether to stay or to leave. Can we just be happy everyday and stop my tears from rolling and stop my heart for having all this pain. A stupid test cause me to cry, does that mean i really care for you a lot? Or does it prove i really love you a lot!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1107514067845015249-7784273525038717668?l=love-in-the-past.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-in-the-past.blogspot.com/feeds/7784273525038717668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1107514067845015249&amp;postID=7784273525038717668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107514067845015249/posts/default/7784273525038717668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107514067845015249/posts/default/7784273525038717668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-in-the-past.blogspot.com/2010/03/never-felt-so-lost-before.html' title=''/><author><name>xiaoying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00075575659647695478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/S5s3q2U8fsI/AAAAAAAAA7E/sGV59DZRUis/s72-c/Photo0147.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1107514067845015249.post-6618799666033651860</id><published>2010-03-11T09:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T09:19:52.267-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/S5kj_HNwJ6I/AAAAAAAAA68/hv7mBwCtnXo/s1600-h/IMG_0415.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447424791456786338" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/S5kj_HNwJ6I/AAAAAAAAA68/hv7mBwCtnXo/s320/IMG_0415.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;This love, never fade. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;我爱你。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1107514067845015249-6618799666033651860?l=love-in-the-past.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-in-the-past.blogspot.com/feeds/6618799666033651860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1107514067845015249&amp;postID=6618799666033651860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107514067845015249/posts/default/6618799666033651860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107514067845015249/posts/default/6618799666033651860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-in-the-past.blogspot.com/2010/03/this-love-never-fade.html' title=''/><author><name>xiaoying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00075575659647695478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/S5kj_HNwJ6I/AAAAAAAAA68/hv7mBwCtnXo/s72-c/IMG_0415.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1107514067845015249.post-6483591525397690769</id><published>2010-03-11T09:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T09:20:52.344-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/S5kiEzefBoI/AAAAAAAAA60/jEzpboOyTxY/s1600-h/IMG_0444.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447422690214217346" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/S5kiEzefBoI/AAAAAAAAA60/jEzpboOyTxY/s320/IMG_0444.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;We're meant to be, like stitch and angel do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;My family :)&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/1107514067845015249-6483591525397690769?l=love-in-the-past.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-in-the-past.blogspot.com/feeds/6483591525397690769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1107514067845015249&amp;postID=6483591525397690769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107514067845015249/posts/default/6483591525397690769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107514067845015249/posts/default/6483591525397690769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-in-the-past.blogspot.com/2010/03/were-meant-to-be-like-stitch-and-angel.html' title=''/><author><name>xiaoying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00075575659647695478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/S5kiEzefBoI/AAAAAAAAA60/jEzpboOyTxY/s72-c/IMG_0444.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1107514067845015249.post-5602583678680711474</id><published>2010-03-10T08:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T08:42:59.116-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/S5fLwV027XI/AAAAAAAAA6s/nkzMIZSZNSw/s1600-h/IMG_0377.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447046305680911730" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/S5fLwV027XI/AAAAAAAAA6s/nkzMIZSZNSw/s320/IMG_0377.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;PlazaSing, Suntec, Marina Square.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow more shopping :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Iloveyou :)&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/1107514067845015249-5602583678680711474?l=love-in-the-past.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-in-the-past.blogspot.com/feeds/5602583678680711474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1107514067845015249&amp;postID=5602583678680711474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107514067845015249/posts/default/5602583678680711474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107514067845015249/posts/default/5602583678680711474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-in-the-past.blogspot.com/2010/03/plazasing-suntec-marina-square.html' title=''/><author><name>xiaoying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00075575659647695478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/S5fLwV027XI/AAAAAAAAA6s/nkzMIZSZNSw/s72-c/IMG_0377.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1107514067845015249.post-741166937868003371</id><published>2010-03-08T09:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T09:52:22.998-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/S5U4gVuoWWI/AAAAAAAAA6k/EDTriWt4t2Q/s1600-h/Photo0209.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446321452614179170" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/S5U4gVuoWWI/AAAAAAAAA6k/EDTriWt4t2Q/s320/Photo0209.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Marching toward our second month. I really love you a lot, more and more every single day, minutes and seconds. I tend to miss you when you are not around, hate it when you have to work. But i know you can't be by my side 24 hours. I'm trying hard to grow up, have a more mature thinking and stop being unreasonable. Trying hard to study well, find a job, let you stop worrying about a small girl like me. You teaches me how to love, but i don't know if i really love hard enough. But i'll still try hard to prove that i really love you a lot. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Although it's tiring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1107514067845015249-741166937868003371?l=love-in-the-past.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-in-the-past.blogspot.com/feeds/741166937868003371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1107514067845015249&amp;postID=741166937868003371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107514067845015249/posts/default/741166937868003371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107514067845015249/posts/default/741166937868003371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-in-the-past.blogspot.com/2010/03/marching-toward-our-second-month.html' title=''/><author><name>xiaoying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00075575659647695478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/S5U4gVuoWWI/AAAAAAAAA6k/EDTriWt4t2Q/s72-c/Photo0209.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1107514067845015249.post-235184292481860858</id><published>2010-01-28T18:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T22:42:23.660-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to blogging</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/S2KDL_m8MJI/AAAAAAAAA6c/UUu4e5tyrMU/s1600-h/20171_104100309614486_100000435529040_113731_4854397_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 362px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 244px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432048342638801042" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/S2KDL_m8MJI/AAAAAAAAA6c/UUu4e5tyrMU/s320/20171_104100309614486_100000435529040_113731_4854397_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back to blogging. A new start. New year, New boyfriend, New job. but old blog(prefer sticking to a old one)&lt;br /&gt;So long since i last blog, think blogger now won't be lagging? ( hopefully)&lt;br /&gt;I started loving a new one, my dear, &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Adrian Tan&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;Left whale there with some memories, wanted to find another new job. Will start at Timberland soon with dear dear :D&lt;br /&gt;I swear i won't be bored cause i got my dear dear, Jasmine TSX and good good buddy, Dylan :)&lt;br /&gt;I'm left alone in my room, no more MAID! I'm dying without her :( but lucky dear dear got come over stay some nights and we'll clear the room till morning. Just slack in the room. I love him so much for some unknown reason, I just love you.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully photos will be successfully uploaded soon. ( currently in school doing nothing, sian! )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1107514067845015249-235184292481860858?l=love-in-the-past.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-in-the-past.blogspot.com/feeds/235184292481860858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1107514067845015249&amp;postID=235184292481860858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107514067845015249/posts/default/235184292481860858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107514067845015249/posts/default/235184292481860858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-in-the-past.blogspot.com/2010/01/back-to-blogging.html' title='Back to blogging'/><author><name>xiaoying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00075575659647695478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/S2KDL_m8MJI/AAAAAAAAA6c/UUu4e5tyrMU/s72-c/20171_104100309614486_100000435529040_113731_4854397_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1107514067845015249.post-4387638147935111705</id><published>2009-08-20T06:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T06:10:48.427-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bye blogger</title><content type='html'>So many people saying byebye to blogger, so am i. haha!&lt;br /&gt;moving to wordpress, creating a new blog for the pig. carry on with new blogging, consist of me and him only.&lt;br /&gt;www.chloelovealoy.wordpress.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1107514067845015249-4387638147935111705?l=love-in-the-past.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-in-the-past.blogspot.com/feeds/4387638147935111705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1107514067845015249&amp;postID=4387638147935111705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107514067845015249/posts/default/4387638147935111705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107514067845015249/posts/default/4387638147935111705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-in-the-past.blogspot.com/2009/08/bye-blogger.html' title='bye blogger'/><author><name>xiaoying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00075575659647695478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1107514067845015249.post-8151608899049424638</id><published>2009-08-12T08:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T08:20:13.099-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the pig</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SoLdJnw4EDI/AAAAAAAAA6U/iPkXHvJE8Mg/s1600-h/224151.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369096863141597234" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SoLdJnw4EDI/AAAAAAAAA6U/iPkXHvJE8Mg/s320/224151.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SoLdJML2ZZI/AAAAAAAAA6M/6nHaLpMtdbs/s1600-h/224103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369096855738541458" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SoLdJML2ZZI/AAAAAAAAA6M/6nHaLpMtdbs/s320/224103.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SoLdIkVqSaI/AAAAAAAAA6E/EUr04fbdkVE/s1600-h/224105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369096845042272674" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SoLdIkVqSaI/AAAAAAAAA6E/EUr04fbdkVE/s320/224105.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SoLdIMBhPsI/AAAAAAAAA58/DOzPLBxSZi0/s1600-h/224055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369096838515343042" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SoLdIMBhPsI/AAAAAAAAA58/DOzPLBxSZi0/s320/224055.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;This is the pig, my love, my life, my eternity, my forever, my one and only darling baby. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He always bully me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;p.s// the pig just clean his dirty hand on me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;p.s.s// he force me to watch show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1107514067845015249-8151608899049424638?l=love-in-the-past.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-in-the-past.blogspot.com/feeds/8151608899049424638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1107514067845015249&amp;postID=8151608899049424638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107514067845015249/posts/default/8151608899049424638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107514067845015249/posts/default/8151608899049424638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-in-the-past.blogspot.com/2009/08/pig.html' title='the pig'/><author><name>xiaoying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00075575659647695478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SoLdJnw4EDI/AAAAAAAAA6U/iPkXHvJE8Mg/s72-c/224151.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1107514067845015249.post-803643173190075859</id><published>2009-08-10T19:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T20:08:22.752-07:00</updated><title type='text'>national day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SoDgibNJ4qI/AAAAAAAAA50/_SSvlPoobDU/s1600-h/national+day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368537637848736418" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SoDgibNJ4qI/AAAAAAAAA50/_SSvlPoobDU/s320/national+day.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Darling was at NDP on that day, I slept till 3 plus, tired! Actually meeting tricia at 12, but i'm late, she even worse. She sms-ed me when i was already out, on my way to serangoon to meet jay, ah an to take back my stuff i left at his house for half a year. Smoked and slacked, make our way down to Bugis, didn't have the mood to shop, just quarreled with darling when im on my way to serangoon. Bought one shirt, after we walk finished the bugis street. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;MRT down to marina square to meet the pig, he treat me eat food court and gimme money for my dessert with jay, ok, im happy again. HAHA! Had mango ice at HONGKONG cafe. yum yum, slack and i sent jay back to serangoon and pickup my stuff at her house. The pig is not free, Tang came down to fetch me home. Pig came to bring me to his house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1107514067845015249-803643173190075859?l=love-in-the-past.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-in-the-past.blogspot.com/feeds/803643173190075859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1107514067845015249&amp;postID=803643173190075859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107514067845015249/posts/default/803643173190075859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107514067845015249/posts/default/803643173190075859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-in-the-past.blogspot.com/2009/08/national-day.html' title='national day'/><author><name>xiaoying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00075575659647695478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SoDgibNJ4qI/AAAAAAAAA50/_SSvlPoobDU/s72-c/national+day.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1107514067845015249.post-508620851787641605</id><published>2009-08-10T19:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T19:59:26.911-07:00</updated><title type='text'>080909</title><content type='html'>Meet darling friend out to chill at Clarke Quay. Carribean, 4 person shared a bottle of white wine. Crazy Elephant,  all order seperated drinks. His friends can hold liquor well, chit-chat all the way till two plus before we went down to Dolphin. He went next stop(dolphin) while i went to temptation to find jasmine. Saw ah an, scratch my middle finger! Walked back to dolphin, saw sherlyn working like a free labour, she stopped working already. Took photos before we went off. Ah An force me to! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SoDbCco0GSI/AAAAAAAAA5s/XakUSbUbkTE/s1600-h/08082009541.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368531590919231778" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SoDbCco0GSI/AAAAAAAAA5s/XakUSbUbkTE/s320/08082009541.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SoDbB_wOfAI/AAAAAAAAA5k/JzoOwl4UBvg/s1600-h/08082009539.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368531583165692930" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SoDbB_wOfAI/AAAAAAAAA5k/JzoOwl4UBvg/s320/08082009539.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1107514067845015249-508620851787641605?l=love-in-the-past.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-in-the-past.blogspot.com/feeds/508620851787641605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1107514067845015249&amp;postID=508620851787641605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107514067845015249/posts/default/508620851787641605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107514067845015249/posts/default/508620851787641605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-in-the-past.blogspot.com/2009/08/080909.html' title='080909'/><author><name>xiaoying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00075575659647695478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SoDbCco0GSI/AAAAAAAAA5s/XakUSbUbkTE/s72-c/08082009541.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1107514067845015249.post-3162304924331733013</id><published>2009-08-03T21:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T21:51:54.155-07:00</updated><title type='text'>if everything i wish would come true.</title><content type='html'>If everything written on my blog will come true one by one, i would be happy enough. I don't know if my request is being unreasonable or hard to accomplish, but why can i do all that when i'm alone.&lt;br /&gt;I want egg tart from IMM&lt;br /&gt;I want to go sentosa&lt;br /&gt;I want to eat herbal jelly from ntuc&lt;br /&gt;I want to go bugis buy new slippers&lt;br /&gt;I want to eat ion mall dessert&lt;br /&gt;I want selegie beancurd and you tiao&lt;br /&gt;I want what I want on that day i request, hard? &lt;br /&gt;But why i can alway do it by myself?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1107514067845015249-3162304924331733013?l=love-in-the-past.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-in-the-past.blogspot.com/feeds/3162304924331733013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1107514067845015249&amp;postID=3162304924331733013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107514067845015249/posts/default/3162304924331733013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107514067845015249/posts/default/3162304924331733013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-in-the-past.blogspot.com/2009/08/if-everything-i-wish-would-come-true.html' title='if everything i wish would come true.'/><author><name>xiaoying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00075575659647695478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1107514067845015249.post-5022656780846106509</id><published>2009-07-29T08:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T08:20:45.815-07:00</updated><title type='text'>jay</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SnBoVkfEN0I/AAAAAAAAA5c/2Rg1yEed50E/s1600-h/DSC00217.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363901875978778434" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SnBoVkfEN0I/AAAAAAAAA5c/2Rg1yEed50E/s320/DSC00217.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JAY! She's alway sucha good friend, good buddy and good darling. I'm lucky to have her man, THANKS GOD! :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;my dear, don't be dishearted by the world reality, it's life. don't worry, everything will pass. it's a process of life we've to pass through, you can make it through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;p:s// Pay is in, YEAH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;p:s:s// SHOPPING with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;tricia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; on coming friday! ILOVEHER!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1107514067845015249-5022656780846106509?l=love-in-the-past.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-in-the-past.blogspot.com/feeds/5022656780846106509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1107514067845015249&amp;postID=5022656780846106509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107514067845015249/posts/default/5022656780846106509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107514067845015249/posts/default/5022656780846106509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-in-the-past.blogspot.com/2009/07/jay.html' title='jay'/><author><name>xiaoying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00075575659647695478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SnBoVkfEN0I/AAAAAAAAA5c/2Rg1yEed50E/s72-c/DSC00217.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1107514067845015249.post-1852470826549513361</id><published>2009-07-27T08:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T08:24:57.925-07:00</updated><title type='text'>spec?</title><content type='html'>School-ed today. Tired, diarrhoea! Project halfway done, left with editing, great! &lt;div&gt;Playing new game since yesterday, addiction. Dragonica! Chiong for the level, don't want lose to the fat pig beside me now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Played with jay's spec in the afternoon, wondering should i get one?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363161096478064834" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/Sm3GmhzFAMI/AAAAAAAAA5U/ClmBUTT0NPs/s320/spec.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1107514067845015249-1852470826549513361?l=love-in-the-past.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-in-the-past.blogspot.com/feeds/1852470826549513361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1107514067845015249&amp;postID=1852470826549513361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107514067845015249/posts/default/1852470826549513361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107514067845015249/posts/default/1852470826549513361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-in-the-past.blogspot.com/2009/07/spec.html' title='spec?'/><author><name>xiaoying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00075575659647695478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/Sm3GmhzFAMI/AAAAAAAAA5U/ClmBUTT0NPs/s72-c/spec.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1107514067845015249.post-3677786253110981619</id><published>2009-07-26T00:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T00:53:26.228-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:20;"&gt;First, HAPPY 5 MONTH BABY DARLING, WE'RE STILL COUNTING OUR DAYS TOGETHER! YEAH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SmwJx5-8DOI/AAAAAAAAA5M/-4xFiAQCzfc/s1600-h/5th+month.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362672009274461410" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SmwJx5-8DOI/AAAAAAAAA5M/-4xFiAQCzfc/s320/5th+month.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SECONDLY, I LOVE YOU BABY DARLING, I REALLY DO. I WANT TO THANK YOU FOR EVERYTHING YOU DO, WHATEVER YOU GIVE IN, I DO APPRECIATE A LOT, I DO. I CAN SEE YOUR EFFORT, YOUR HARDWORK, EVERYTHING YOU GIVE IN WHEN YOU PREPARING THE PRESENT. MONEY DOSEN'T COUNT, IT'S THE THOUGHT THAT COUNTS, IT'S PRICELESS. THIS IS YOUR FIRST HANDMADE PRESENT I THINK, I LOVE YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P;S// THANK YOU FOR EVERYTHING, I LOVE YOU &amp;amp;&amp;amp; I MEAN IT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1107514067845015249-3677786253110981619?l=love-in-the-past.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-in-the-past.blogspot.com/feeds/3677786253110981619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1107514067845015249&amp;postID=3677786253110981619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107514067845015249/posts/default/3677786253110981619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107514067845015249/posts/default/3677786253110981619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-in-the-past.blogspot.com/2009/07/first-happy-5-month-baby-darling-were.html' title=''/><author><name>xiaoying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00075575659647695478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SmwJx5-8DOI/AAAAAAAAA5M/-4xFiAQCzfc/s72-c/5th+month.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1107514067845015249.post-8589169917582022629</id><published>2009-07-26T00:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T00:45:34.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SmwIDRk7DDI/AAAAAAAAA5E/49_51gDRm4w/s1600-h/DSC00176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 241px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362670108642315314" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SmwIDRk7DDI/AAAAAAAAA5E/49_51gDRm4w/s320/DSC00176.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coughing killing me. Help! the australian pass the germs to darling and he pass it to me! Continously 2 days at blue, damn, they enjoy blue, they enjoy the waitress there. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1107514067845015249-8589169917582022629?l=love-in-the-past.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-in-the-past.blogspot.com/feeds/8589169917582022629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1107514067845015249&amp;postID=8589169917582022629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107514067845015249/posts/default/8589169917582022629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107514067845015249/posts/default/8589169917582022629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-in-the-past.blogspot.com/2009/07/coughing-killing-me.html' title=''/><author><name>xiaoying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00075575659647695478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SmwIDRk7DDI/AAAAAAAAA5E/49_51gDRm4w/s72-c/DSC00176.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1107514067845015249.post-8170146791707799056</id><published>2009-07-18T01:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T01:05:29.005-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cough,flu,pain</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SmGBxcCxPKI/AAAAAAAAA40/KLhoQqc_eKs/s1600-h/IMG0004A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 221px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 275px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359707717888982178" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SmGBxcCxPKI/AAAAAAAAA40/KLhoQqc_eKs/s320/IMG0004A.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cough, flu and ulcer. No &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;appetite&lt;/span&gt;, dying!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Some one save me from the pain.&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/1107514067845015249-8170146791707799056?l=love-in-the-past.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-in-the-past.blogspot.com/feeds/8170146791707799056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1107514067845015249&amp;postID=8170146791707799056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107514067845015249/posts/default/8170146791707799056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107514067845015249/posts/default/8170146791707799056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-in-the-past.blogspot.com/2009/07/coughflupain.html' title='cough,flu,pain'/><author><name>xiaoying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00075575659647695478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SmGBxcCxPKI/AAAAAAAAA40/KLhoQqc_eKs/s72-c/IMG0004A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1107514067845015249.post-453389405484902259</id><published>2009-07-13T02:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T02:19:20.654-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Just back from eating sushi at shin tokyo sushi resturant,city vibe at clementi.&lt;br /&gt;These 2 days went to clementi to walk at city vibe, there's a new japan import thing selling at a push cart at 2nd storey. many many sweet and chocolate there, yum yum! highly recommended!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/Slr4QvjcRDI/AAAAAAAAA3c/nL6rmPVBBcY/s1600-h/DSC01751.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357867673237341234" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/Slr4QvjcRDI/AAAAAAAAA3c/nL6rmPVBBcY/s320/DSC01751.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;darling also bought this watch for me yesterday when we go clementi for lunch at kfc. (: but it's a super cheap watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/Slr4Q9--t1I/AAAAAAAAA3k/JgKdTv2-gIg/s1600-h/DSC01749.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357867677110941522" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/Slr4Q9--t1I/AAAAAAAAA3k/JgKdTv2-gIg/s320/DSC01749.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday went to east coast and played 2 jackpot again, use two old toy to exchange for one jackpot. total 4 jackpot! haha. exchange for stitch couple and mickey couple. (: two mario given by the uncle for free, stitch is the free toy also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/Slr4v5Eg3OI/AAAAAAAAA4U/jXiDw7CqWHM/s1600-h/mickey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357868208367918306" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/Slr4v5Eg3OI/AAAAAAAAA4U/jXiDw7CqWHM/s320/mickey.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/Slr4REnsS1I/AAAAAAAAA3s/aRZYvv5rcOk/s1600-h/DSC01760.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357867678892313426" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/Slr4REnsS1I/AAAAAAAAA3s/aRZYvv5rcOk/s320/DSC01760.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/Slr4REuoXuI/AAAAAAAAA30/fmzfc-YaJL8/s1600-h/DSC01761.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357867678921416418" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/Slr4REuoXuI/AAAAAAAAA30/fmzfc-YaJL8/s320/DSC01761.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/Slr7ENDk6gI/AAAAAAAAA4c/Pg_vuFqbc58/s1600-h/DSC01764.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357870756353337858" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/Slr7ENDk6gI/AAAAAAAAA4c/Pg_vuFqbc58/s320/DSC01764.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yuan yuan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/Slr4ReepTFI/AAAAAAAAA38/o48zNRfTuHQ/s1600-h/DSC01762.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357867685833690194" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/Slr4ReepTFI/AAAAAAAAA38/o48zNRfTuHQ/s320/DSC01762.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two old toys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/Slr7E9llkgI/AAAAAAAAA4s/4UvwLx99r3c/s1600-h/DSC01744.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357870769380889090" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/Slr7E9llkgI/AAAAAAAAA4s/4UvwLx99r3c/s320/DSC01744.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/Slr7EufrqxI/AAAAAAAAA4k/a1JKRjGSxdE/s1600-h/DSC01743.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357870765329591058" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/Slr7EufrqxI/AAAAAAAAA4k/a1JKRjGSxdE/s320/DSC01743.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1107514067845015249-453389405484902259?l=love-in-the-past.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-in-the-past.blogspot.com/feeds/453389405484902259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1107514067845015249&amp;postID=453389405484902259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107514067845015249/posts/default/453389405484902259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107514067845015249/posts/default/453389405484902259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-in-the-past.blogspot.com/2009/07/just-back-from-eating-sushi-at-shin.html' title=''/><author><name>xiaoying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00075575659647695478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/Slr4QvjcRDI/AAAAAAAAA3c/nL6rmPVBBcY/s72-c/DSC01751.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1107514067845015249.post-4837137614971336733</id><published>2009-07-11T10:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T10:19:07.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tricia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SljJfAbRQBI/AAAAAAAAA3U/W6j4ztBTF68/s1600-h/cornrow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357253291284709394" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SljJfAbRQBI/AAAAAAAAA3U/W6j4ztBTF68/s320/cornrow.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;went out with tricia more often recently, should be due to we're working at the same place. thursday we skip our work at giant, i forget my locker key and she just simply run out of giant and we headed to town. She want cornrow her hair, cost her 60 bucks man! went to her friend party earlier and now at baby house. she's not feeling well, and she hang out with some one that is suspected of h1n1 earlier, i hope she pass to me, haha. 7 days mc!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1107514067845015249-4837137614971336733?l=love-in-the-past.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-in-the-past.blogspot.com/feeds/4837137614971336733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1107514067845015249&amp;postID=4837137614971336733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107514067845015249/posts/default/4837137614971336733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107514067845015249/posts/default/4837137614971336733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-in-the-past.blogspot.com/2009/07/tricia.html' title='tricia'/><author><name>xiaoying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00075575659647695478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SljJfAbRQBI/AAAAAAAAA3U/W6j4ztBTF68/s72-c/cornrow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1107514067845015249.post-3637091214292252794</id><published>2009-07-11T09:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T10:10:04.224-07:00</updated><title type='text'>friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Friday 10-07&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Quarrel with the dumbo darling after meeting han hua &amp;amp; co. just because the breakup matter of jef and yuki. sucks man! lucky we're ok now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;need to go to east coast with jiahui and jay the next morning for nyaa but ended up reach at 4 plus. both jiahui and me overslept and jay was crazy making call to both of us. slacked at my house, three of us traped inside due to the rain. make our way to keat hong market for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SljG6meAG3I/AAAAAAAAA3E/Kv0BSRDQ2HE/s1600-h/east+coast.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 303px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 285px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357250466818300786" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SljG6meAG3I/AAAAAAAAA3E/Kv0BSRDQ2HE/s320/east+coast.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we cycle for two hour and return at 6 plus. went for early dinner, mac for a bite, APPLE PIE! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;darling came to find me after camp, went for dinner again, c.nai cafe at east coast, yum yum!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;scrump man! it's rocks! haha. got a big and a small one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SljG6zCSOqI/AAAAAAAAA3M/Hcx6Wnl2MXE/s1600-h/scrump.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 327px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 269px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357250470191708834" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SljG6zCSOqI/AAAAAAAAA3M/Hcx6Wnl2MXE/s320/scrump.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1107514067845015249-3637091214292252794?l=love-in-the-past.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-in-the-past.blogspot.com/feeds/3637091214292252794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1107514067845015249&amp;postID=3637091214292252794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107514067845015249/posts/default/3637091214292252794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107514067845015249/posts/default/3637091214292252794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-in-the-past.blogspot.com/2009/07/friday.html' title='friday'/><author><name>xiaoying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00075575659647695478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SljG6meAG3I/AAAAAAAAA3E/Kv0BSRDQ2HE/s72-c/east+coast.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1107514067845015249.post-8935335230764384221</id><published>2009-07-04T09:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T11:31:05.088-07:00</updated><title type='text'>xinying!</title><content type='html'>Chloe Lim Xin Ying!&lt;br /&gt;Lots of changes from the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/Sk-BrD_CEHI/AAAAAAAAA20/dKd41T4SYaA/s1600-h/08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354641058770849906" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/Sk-BrD_CEHI/AAAAAAAAA20/dKd41T4SYaA/s320/08.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2009&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/Sk-BrPQXfuI/AAAAAAAAA28/lfgodrAe2rc/s1600-h/page.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354641061796347618" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/Sk-BrPQXfuI/AAAAAAAAA28/lfgodrAe2rc/s320/page.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1107514067845015249-8935335230764384221?l=love-in-the-past.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-in-the-past.blogspot.com/feeds/8935335230764384221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1107514067845015249&amp;postID=8935335230764384221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107514067845015249/posts/default/8935335230764384221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107514067845015249/posts/default/8935335230764384221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-in-the-past.blogspot.com/2009/07/xinying.html' title='xinying!'/><author><name>xiaoying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00075575659647695478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/Sk-BrD_CEHI/AAAAAAAAA20/dKd41T4SYaA/s72-c/08.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1107514067845015249.post-7905469839412995763</id><published>2009-07-04T09:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T09:17:57.758-07:00</updated><title type='text'>prawning!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went prawning last night with jon and darling again. They say wanna go at 3am later on, should be fake one la. bishan was crowded like mad, went to pasir ris later on, i enjoyed my night at prawning yesterday the most man,&lt;strong&gt; i caught a small fish when prawning!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 285px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 191px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354638962993964514" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/Sk9_xEm4peI/AAAAAAAAA2c/wAOScyisxNk/s320/DSC01709.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;after that was bored, cause i only play for 1hr, but used darling rod to catch two prawn within five min, haha! yesterday we caught the most prawn. but he cook the prawns and had it during his dinner while i'm tired working. Work work work! money money money!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;im just too bored. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/Sk9_xvsXbnI/AAAAAAAAA2s/Bdh_iworbK4/s1600-h/prawn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 272px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 253px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354638974559678066" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/Sk9_xvsXbnI/AAAAAAAAA2s/Bdh_iworbK4/s320/prawn.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look at how serious he is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/Sk9_xf1J0lI/AAAAAAAAA2k/QPA40oDGs2g/s1600-h/DSC01690.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354638970301567570" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/Sk9_xf1J0lI/AAAAAAAAA2k/QPA40oDGs2g/s320/DSC01690.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1107514067845015249-7905469839412995763?l=love-in-the-past.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-in-the-past.blogspot.com/feeds/7905469839412995763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1107514067845015249&amp;postID=7905469839412995763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107514067845015249/posts/default/7905469839412995763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107514067845015249/posts/default/7905469839412995763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-in-the-past.blogspot.com/2009/07/prawning.html' title='prawning!'/><author><name>xiaoying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00075575659647695478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/Sk9_xEm4peI/AAAAAAAAA2c/wAOScyisxNk/s72-c/DSC01709.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1107514067845015249.post-5798550940061757136</id><published>2009-07-02T04:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T09:05:39.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>aloy home</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/Sk99xkp4qTI/AAAAAAAAA2U/Lp4fFN5Gb10/s1600-h/DSC01686.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354636772573227314" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/Sk99xkp4qTI/AAAAAAAAA2U/Lp4fFN5Gb10/s320/DSC01686.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/Sk99oBLqF_I/AAAAAAAAA2M/IHtxT2d_us8/s1600-h/DSC01669.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;dumbo darling is out of hospital! he's fater and fater!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1107514067845015249-5798550940061757136?l=love-in-the-past.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-in-the-past.blogspot.com/feeds/5798550940061757136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1107514067845015249&amp;postID=5798550940061757136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107514067845015249/posts/default/5798550940061757136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107514067845015249/posts/default/5798550940061757136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-in-the-past.blogspot.com/2009/07/aloy-home.html' title='aloy home'/><author><name>xiaoying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00075575659647695478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/Sk99xkp4qTI/AAAAAAAAA2U/Lp4fFN5Gb10/s72-c/DSC01686.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1107514067845015249.post-5117688300485262474</id><published>2009-06-26T00:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T00:49:50.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>happy fourth month</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SkR8_8WvZvI/AAAAAAAAA1c/MxdjSuqU3dk/s1600-h/216656.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 230px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 248px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351539695198103282" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SkR8_8WvZvI/AAAAAAAAA1c/MxdjSuqU3dk/s320/216656.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Happy fourth month darling. I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. (: no photo was taken. He cook spagetti for me as lunch, very sweet of him. But i want to go home and bath after lunch. baby came to fetch me at night, went to jurong point and catch a movie, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Transformer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. it's a nice show, seriously, reccommended.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't feel well recently, getting bored of everything i'm doing. whole body uneasy, lazy. i'm feeling very sick, very sick. I hate working at giant. but do i have the choice to choose?&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;no work, no money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1107514067845015249-5117688300485262474?l=love-in-the-past.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-in-the-past.blogspot.com/feeds/5117688300485262474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1107514067845015249&amp;postID=5117688300485262474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107514067845015249/posts/default/5117688300485262474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107514067845015249/posts/default/5117688300485262474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-in-the-past.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-fourth-month.html' title='happy fourth month'/><author><name>xiaoying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00075575659647695478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SkR8_8WvZvI/AAAAAAAAA1c/MxdjSuqU3dk/s72-c/216656.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1107514067845015249.post-8701504507706435597</id><published>2009-06-22T21:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T21:48:57.235-07:00</updated><title type='text'>happy father day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SkBdB19xvuI/AAAAAAAAA1U/OmbPyfdL0iQ/s1600-h/22062009085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350378643563593442" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SkBdB19xvuI/AAAAAAAAA1U/OmbPyfdL0iQ/s320/22062009085.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;daddy! Happy father day my beloved  I love you!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;Rush back to cck to meet-up with my family at farmart. Jon was with me and darling. So he went up to my house too. Saw a lot of bears in my room, the reaction was WAH! Haha. Dinner for that night was we at east coast, darling, me, jon and penny. Jon and penny was incrediable eater man, they really didn't waste any food. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday went to polyclinic with darling, he was not feeling well and i thought things would turn out fine when he walk out of the room, but he went for urine test and his blood pressure was higher than normal. He need to go for kidney specialist, OMG! Hope everything turn out fine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;P.S // Darling! I really need you, love you and want you. Nothing must happen to you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/1107514067845015249-8701504507706435597?l=love-in-the-past.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-in-the-past.blogspot.com/feeds/8701504507706435597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1107514067845015249&amp;postID=8701504507706435597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107514067845015249/posts/default/8701504507706435597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107514067845015249/posts/default/8701504507706435597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-in-the-past.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-father-day.html' title='happy father day'/><author><name>xiaoying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00075575659647695478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SkBdB19xvuI/AAAAAAAAA1U/OmbPyfdL0iQ/s72-c/22062009085.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1107514067845015249.post-985271085389045520</id><published>2009-06-15T10:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T10:20:56.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm back from work, hour ago? I'm totally tired out man! Lucky i still have my baby darling with me. I miss you hard, miss you badly. Don't have the chance to see you much these two week. Quarrel was like the thing i can remember for past two week. But sunshine after rain, we're still fine.&lt;br /&gt;Went to my cousin ROM yesterday morning, sucks man, seriously sucks. The food, the service. But my cousin did bring me fun, joy and laughter. They both did. Jonathan and Javen, my baby, my sweetie pie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey my darling, where you looking at?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SjaCXUsQB_I/AAAAAAAAA1M/pUHDDcC9uAk/s1600-h/14062009069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347604944751953906" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SjaCXUsQB_I/AAAAAAAAA1M/pUHDDcC9uAk/s320/14062009069.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They are cute, both my love.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SjaCWkJgL_I/AAAAAAAAA1E/U6bD8Cv_mhE/s1600-h/14062009068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347604931721310194" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SjaCWkJgL_I/AAAAAAAAA1E/U6bD8Cv_mhE/s320/14062009068.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Javen the sweetie pie (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SjaCWLtjy3I/AAAAAAAAA08/ZFZNsLjqybI/s1600-h/14062009067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347604925161655154" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SjaCWLtjy3I/AAAAAAAAA08/ZFZNsLjqybI/s320/14062009067.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1107514067845015249-985271085389045520?l=love-in-the-past.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-in-the-past.blogspot.com/feeds/985271085389045520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1107514067845015249&amp;postID=985271085389045520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107514067845015249/posts/default/985271085389045520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107514067845015249/posts/default/985271085389045520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-in-the-past.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-back-from-work-hour-ago-im-totally.html' title=''/><author><name>xiaoying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00075575659647695478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SjaCXUsQB_I/AAAAAAAAA1M/pUHDDcC9uAk/s72-c/14062009069.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1107514067845015249.post-6533831437600041810</id><published>2009-06-13T03:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T04:04:46.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello ! I'm Huiwen. Her proz cousin ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cooking with her is freaking retarded please. LOL. She's a bimbo, everything that goes wrong she will, "Mai hiam lah." Which is uh, don't be choosy. Hahaha. We cooked traditional fish pie. Her lappy is hard to type ._. Okay she is fat :O Don't kill me LXY &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps : Ohhhhhhh, have fun searching for my blog :D &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SjOEAdBoDCI/AAAAAAAAA0k/qLIZr2h2zxs/s1600-h/DSC04001.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SjOEAdBoDCI/AAAAAAAAA0k/qLIZr2h2zxs/s1600-h/DSC04001.JPG"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346762325945224226" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SjOEAdBoDCI/AAAAAAAAA0k/qLIZr2h2zxs/s320/DSC04001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mash potato :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SjOEABhrQxI/AAAAAAAAA0c/pKQXjY_-f0k/s1600-h/DSC04000.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346762318563459858" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SjOEABhrQxI/AAAAAAAAA0c/pKQXjY_-f0k/s320/DSC04000.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Layering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SjOEANDEnrI/AAAAAAAAA0U/X50f_skEgGY/s1600-h/DSC03999.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346762321656323762" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SjOEANDEnrI/AAAAAAAAA0U/X50f_skEgGY/s320/DSC03999.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Recipe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SjOD_7lTmBI/AAAAAAAAA0M/RoIc9iw-pmg/s1600-h/DSC03998.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346762316968073234" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SjOD_7lTmBI/AAAAAAAAA0M/RoIc9iw-pmg/s320/DSC03998.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Fish, and it looks disgusting. To me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SjOD_ngy4yI/AAAAAAAAA0E/Ef6Um319Kqo/s1600-h/DSC03996.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346762311580443426" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SjOD_ngy4yI/AAAAAAAAA0E/Ef6Um319Kqo/s320/DSC03996.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mashing of potato. TOLD YA FORK AND SPOON GOES TOGETHER. Where got jiaowei !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SjOF3W2DHUI/AAAAAAAAA00/R7lRpbapJ_k/s1600-h/DSC04004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346764368690486594" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SjOF3W2DHUI/AAAAAAAAA00/R7lRpbapJ_k/s320/DSC04004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In the ovennnnnnn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SjOF3aopMKI/AAAAAAAAA0s/SpvPHO6f7QM/s1600-h/DSC04003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346764369708003490" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SjOF3aopMKI/AAAAAAAAA0s/SpvPHO6f7QM/s320/DSC04003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;K the sequence is a bitch -.-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But the actual bowl/plate/whatever is too big for the oven so we split it into two.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Xoxo.&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/1107514067845015249-6533831437600041810?l=love-in-the-past.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-in-the-past.blogspot.com/feeds/6533831437600041810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1107514067845015249&amp;postID=6533831437600041810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107514067845015249/posts/default/6533831437600041810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107514067845015249/posts/default/6533831437600041810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-in-the-past.blogspot.com/2009/06/hello-im-huiwen.html' title=''/><author><name>xiaoying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00075575659647695478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SjOEAdBoDCI/AAAAAAAAA0k/qLIZr2h2zxs/s72-c/DSC04001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1107514067845015249.post-7341220466485912689</id><published>2009-06-10T09:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T09:37:04.611-07:00</updated><title type='text'>biatch!</title><content type='html'>Just return from lot one, meet up with tricia and jing heng. Long lost friend man. We're chatting over school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thing happen in school are just so riddiculas. How should i put it? Maybe quarrelling over a pen? Or just because people want to see other fail? What does it mean that there are people we should help? Just wasting time to send them note? Should i return money to her for her bills? Then is she wasting her own money to study too? What the point of doing show in class and flaunt in exam. Haha, what a joke man. You must be kidding for aiming a gpa of 4!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank to her, i have the motivation to study. I'll strive hard to study. Beat her; in the result. Haha. Hopefully tomorrow school will goes on fine. I miss my baby darling. He's enjoying himself man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1107514067845015249-7341220466485912689?l=love-in-the-past.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-in-the-past.blogspot.com/feeds/7341220466485912689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1107514067845015249&amp;postID=7341220466485912689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107514067845015249/posts/default/7341220466485912689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107514067845015249/posts/default/7341220466485912689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-in-the-past.blogspot.com/2009/06/biatch.html' title='biatch!'/><author><name>xiaoying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00075575659647695478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1107514067845015249.post-3785019211052504456</id><published>2009-06-04T03:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T05:22:00.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>twins brother</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Below are my real blood brother. They are simply cute. Went downstair for a walk yesterday night with them, they are grown up now. Time simply flies. All the happy memories will be kept in my mind. I love them. (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SiencOHdz5I/AAAAAAAAAz8/8MTMdS7eFO4/s1600-h/love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343423586165968786" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SiencOHdz5I/AAAAAAAAAz8/8MTMdS7eFO4/s320/love.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/Sienb1xVQgI/AAAAAAAAAz0/K_Mz2a1j4Dc/s1600-h/edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343423579630682626" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/Sienb1xVQgI/AAAAAAAAAz0/K_Mz2a1j4Dc/s320/edited.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1107514067845015249-3785019211052504456?l=love-in-the-past.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-in-the-past.blogspot.com/feeds/3785019211052504456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1107514067845015249&amp;postID=3785019211052504456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107514067845015249/posts/default/3785019211052504456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107514067845015249/posts/default/3785019211052504456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-in-the-past.blogspot.com/2009/06/twins-brother.html' title='twins brother'/><author><name>xiaoying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00075575659647695478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SiencOHdz5I/AAAAAAAAAz8/8MTMdS7eFO4/s72-c/love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1107514067845015249.post-501934030323274847</id><published>2009-06-03T09:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T09:04:28.638-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>Just a post i wanted to post long ago but just got the picture from penny, jon girlfriend. It's just about me and jonathan taking photo with bear in our hand at east coast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 243px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343132255308503010" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SiaeeiGYV-I/AAAAAAAAAzk/vJuuT-5VQ4o/s320/jon.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And just a picture of a cute lil girl named Jolene. Jon sister. She's just lovely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/Siae7rS1Y-I/AAAAAAAAAzs/RkVtcND42s0/s1600-h/jolene+tan.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343132755992863714" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/Siae7rS1Y-I/AAAAAAAAAzs/RkVtcND42s0/s320/jolene+tan.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1107514067845015249-501934030323274847?l=love-in-the-past.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-in-the-past.blogspot.com/feeds/501934030323274847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1107514067845015249&amp;postID=501934030323274847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107514067845015249/posts/default/501934030323274847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107514067845015249/posts/default/501934030323274847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-in-the-past.blogspot.com/2009/06/random.html' title='Random'/><author><name>xiaoying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00075575659647695478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SiaeeiGYV-I/AAAAAAAAAzk/vJuuT-5VQ4o/s72-c/jon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1107514067845015249.post-7945074856423029105</id><published>2009-06-03T08:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T08:57:53.288-07:00</updated><title type='text'>darling</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SiadC3cB6DI/AAAAAAAAAzU/zzm1GqbA6gk/s1600-h/may.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 205px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343130680488486962" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SiadC3cB6DI/AAAAAAAAAzU/zzm1GqbA6gk/s320/may.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Past few days at darling house was all about slacking, after the weekend. He was busy with his studies issue and stuffs while i get busy with my NDS. Haha, just took games from my cousin yesterday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;28 th may 09&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jasmine birthday, meet-up with Lydia, just back from Malaysia. Quarrel with darling. (not to mention) Happy birthday Jasmine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;29 th may 09&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Slack-ed at my house until ten plus and make a move to east coast. Intending to celebrate Alex birthday but some things just cocked up, forget it. Happy birthday Alex. Fetch-ed Tricia from there to Dolphin and celebrated her birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;30th may 09 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SiadDJxpG6I/AAAAAAAAAzc/rSjpNYmIJEc/s1600-h/30thmay.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 276px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343130685410974626" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SiadDJxpG6I/AAAAAAAAAzc/rSjpNYmIJEc/s320/30thmay.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Woke up in the morning and make a trip to Orchard hotel and look around for the University course available for darling. ( I know you trying to screw things up but i hope you've a good future). Went to Tricia house in the evening and celebrate her birthday once again. She was super sweet to pass the cake to me after her grandma. (She know im rushing for time) I love you so so so much!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1107514067845015249-7945074856423029105?l=love-in-the-past.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-in-the-past.blogspot.com/feeds/7945074856423029105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1107514067845015249&amp;postID=7945074856423029105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107514067845015249/posts/default/7945074856423029105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107514067845015249/posts/default/7945074856423029105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-in-the-past.blogspot.com/2009/06/darling.html' title='darling'/><author><name>xiaoying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00075575659647695478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SiadC3cB6DI/AAAAAAAAAzU/zzm1GqbA6gk/s72-c/may.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1107514067845015249.post-6911682633650553243</id><published>2009-06-03T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T08:43:37.469-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tricia birthday</title><content type='html'>People says that when interaction between two parties get lesses, feeling and bonding tends to fade off. But this sister of mine were by my side for 8 years, althought we were busy for our own things for the past few years, this bonding is still as strong as before. Celebrated her bird day at dolphin. ( Her second trip to pub)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i was lazy to update for the past few days, Happy belated birthday girl! I love you biatch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SiaZ-0qP1yI/AAAAAAAAAzM/Ux4Ep0vC2Kg/s1600-h/edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 314px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343127312488453922" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SiaZ-0qP1yI/AAAAAAAAAzM/Ux4Ep0vC2Kg/s320/edited.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1107514067845015249-6911682633650553243?l=love-in-the-past.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-in-the-past.blogspot.com/feeds/6911682633650553243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1107514067845015249&amp;postID=6911682633650553243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107514067845015249/posts/default/6911682633650553243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107514067845015249/posts/default/6911682633650553243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-in-the-past.blogspot.com/2009/06/tricia-birthday.html' title='Tricia birthday'/><author><name>xiaoying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00075575659647695478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SiaZ-0qP1yI/AAAAAAAAAzM/Ux4Ep0vC2Kg/s72-c/edited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1107514067845015249.post-6711969972811469895</id><published>2009-05-24T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T07:35:09.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3th month</title><content type='html'>3rd month with aloysius darling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/Sh1O-JBdCbI/AAAAAAAAAzE/9SDygjEt0tM/s1600-h/3th+month.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 243px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340511562612148658" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/Sh1O-JBdCbI/AAAAAAAAAzE/9SDygjEt0tM/s320/3th+month.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One month passes so fast. Although we quarrel until almost break off, we're still able to hold on to each other until this very second. Thank darling for holding me tight. My feelings are still there, never faded, not even a bit. I swear, if not I'll not hesitate to leave that day. I promise I'll hold you tight too. Happy third month baby darling. I love you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to his friends' birthday for the past &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;saturday&lt;/span&gt;, the day we quarrel the worst. His group of secondary school friend was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;indescribable, bad attitude of rich guy. His JC friends was better, friendly and easy-going. &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/1107514067845015249-6711969972811469895?l=love-in-the-past.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-in-the-past.blogspot.com/feeds/6711969972811469895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1107514067845015249&amp;postID=6711969972811469895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107514067845015249/posts/default/6711969972811469895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107514067845015249/posts/default/6711969972811469895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-in-the-past.blogspot.com/2009/05/3th-month.html' title='3th month'/><author><name>xiaoying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00075575659647695478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/Sh1O-JBdCbI/AAAAAAAAAzE/9SDygjEt0tM/s72-c/3th+month.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1107514067845015249.post-7482625542960512852</id><published>2009-05-18T07:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T08:14:00.841-07:00</updated><title type='text'>long long post, aloy bday</title><content type='html'>It's been a long time since i last updated. I'm simply lazy. I'll keep everything short(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aloy celebrating birthday. 9th may 09&lt;br /&gt;BBQ-ing and drinking. He's dead. Spend whole night looking after a pig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mothers' day 10th may 09&lt;br /&gt;Celebrated at my uncle house. Very very full, lot and lots of food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11th may 09&lt;br /&gt;Another celebration at east coast park. Just both of us and two couples coming home together afterwards. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12th may 09 Actual birthday.&lt;br /&gt;Dinner with his family. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13th may 09&lt;br /&gt;Trip with school to rubbish island. Darling fetch me from school (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16 and 17 may 09&lt;br /&gt;Massage and massage. Sleep and sleep. Seriously, the food sucks at the resort we staying. Low quality food :( But the suite was beautiful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1107514067845015249-7482625542960512852?l=love-in-the-past.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-in-the-past.blogspot.com/feeds/7482625542960512852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1107514067845015249&amp;postID=7482625542960512852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107514067845015249/posts/default/7482625542960512852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107514067845015249/posts/default/7482625542960512852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-in-the-past.blogspot.com/2009/05/long-long-post-aloy-bday.html' title='long long post, aloy bday'/><author><name>xiaoying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00075575659647695478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1107514067845015249.post-4724476571608749958</id><published>2009-05-05T01:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T02:09:23.651-07:00</updated><title type='text'>stitch</title><content type='html'>Stay over at darling house yesterday, he was busy playing warcraft using his brother laptop. I was really bored till i started taking photos with my bear bear at his house. Edited some photos and set as my wallpaper. The picture was stitch, my love (: The pig was threatening me to change back the wallpaper of his by sitting on stitch! He's a pig, fat pig!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332263228419322690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SgABJ5rPs0I/AAAAAAAAAyc/Td0LFpYjo6Y/s320/yuan+yuan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332263229109832354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SgABJ8P4CqI/AAAAAAAAAyk/Lu43ahdBDv0/s320/stitch.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Took photos with mabel in class using jiahui new lappy. (: I was super hyper active due to lack of sleep, those photos are ugly :(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332264163777790818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SgACAWKFQ2I/AAAAAAAAAys/b20QeqOr6rA/s320/Snapshot_20090504_6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;One is enought :]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1107514067845015249-4724476571608749958?l=love-in-the-past.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-in-the-past.blogspot.com/feeds/4724476571608749958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1107514067845015249&amp;postID=4724476571608749958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107514067845015249/posts/default/4724476571608749958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107514067845015249/posts/default/4724476571608749958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-in-the-past.blogspot.com/2009/05/stitch.html' title='stitch'/><author><name>xiaoying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00075575659647695478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SgABJ5rPs0I/AAAAAAAAAyc/Td0LFpYjo6Y/s72-c/yuan+yuan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1107514067845015249.post-3932506417481605438</id><published>2009-05-03T06:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T06:28:37.561-07:00</updated><title type='text'>east ocast, yuan yuan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Went to east coast with darling, jon and penny last night. Then spent the night at jon house watching television and eating food we packet home. There are two pigs with us. So they finish all the food. Haha. Darling also got a new toy call &lt;em&gt;yuan yuan&lt;/em&gt;, look alike as him. (: And he caught a sticth bee without my help for me. Got two jackpot and exchage for a precious moment bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuan Yuan (Darling baobei)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/Sf2Y1P2tTQI/AAAAAAAAAx8/uekdNryRvb8/s1600-h/P03-05-09_14.33%5B01%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331585574433017090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/Sf2Y1P2tTQI/AAAAAAAAAx8/uekdNryRvb8/s320/P03-05-09_14.33%5B01%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Precious bear bear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/Sf2Y0xsUsmI/AAAAAAAAAx0/4MBfOhokC6E/s1600-h/P03-05-09_14.33.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331585566336397922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/Sf2Y0xsUsmI/AAAAAAAAAx0/4MBfOhokC6E/s320/P03-05-09_14.33.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; Selfish darling, hug two to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331585578252376530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/Sf2Y1eFUGdI/AAAAAAAAAyE/f2oEUIT_9cg/s320/P03-05-09_14.32%5B03%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thursday was suppose to be at school in the morning 8. But i only go for second lesson at 12. Raining heavily in the morning when i wanted to go into school. Ended up playing computer while waiting for darling to come send me umbrella. But the rain stopped when he reach. Bored.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331587860822177858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/Sf2a6VUXOEI/AAAAAAAAAyM/cm4TrRbnccY/s320/P30-04-09_10.43.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jay concentrating on DJ max&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/Sf2a60Sl1WI/AAAAAAAAAyU/XoygHoRyNcc/s1600-h/P30-04-09_10.43%5B02%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331587869136246114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/Sf2a60Sl1WI/AAAAAAAAAyU/XoygHoRyNcc/s320/P30-04-09_10.43%5B02%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1107514067845015249-3932506417481605438?l=love-in-the-past.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-in-the-past.blogspot.com/feeds/3932506417481605438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1107514067845015249&amp;postID=3932506417481605438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107514067845015249/posts/default/3932506417481605438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107514067845015249/posts/default/3932506417481605438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-in-the-past.blogspot.com/2009/05/east-ocast-yuan-yuan.html' title='east ocast, yuan yuan'/><author><name>xiaoying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00075575659647695478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/Sf2Y1P2tTQI/AAAAAAAAAx8/uekdNryRvb8/s72-c/P03-05-09_14.33%5B01%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1107514067845015249.post-5109957939073747014</id><published>2009-04-28T08:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T09:09:19.572-07:00</updated><title type='text'>darling</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love you, Aloysius Lam!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SfcpE0Fu1rI/AAAAAAAAAxc/SFfldV6YHKs/s1600-h/C+..jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329773846695171762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SfcpE0Fu1rI/AAAAAAAAAxc/SFfldV6YHKs/s320/C+..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just finish bathing not long ago, found out that my mum was a super lazy bum. She called me when she was in her room only less than five steps away from me. I was all the way playing with photo editting of my pig. Recently i was not in a good mood i think, keep on angry over nothing with him, being unreasonable. I'm sorry darling, i truely do. Hope he won't get extras when he went back to camp. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329773848836962546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SfcpE8EX-PI/AAAAAAAAAxk/OC6GUoGSc5A/s320/he%27s+my+everything.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1107514067845015249-5109957939073747014?l=love-in-the-past.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-in-the-past.blogspot.com/feeds/5109957939073747014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1107514067845015249&amp;postID=5109957939073747014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107514067845015249/posts/default/5109957939073747014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107514067845015249/posts/default/5109957939073747014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-in-the-past.blogspot.com/2009/04/darling.html' title='darling'/><author><name>xiaoying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00075575659647695478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SfcpE0Fu1rI/AAAAAAAAAxc/SFfldV6YHKs/s72-c/C+..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1107514067845015249.post-5296807145438853341</id><published>2009-04-24T10:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T11:09:04.134-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd month, counting.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;25 april 09. 2nd month with Aloysius Lam and still counting. Long time since i last updated. Enjoyed these two months, hope that the rest of the time will still carry on with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second week of the school have ended, mixed well with school mate. Life went on easy, for now. Unpredictable for the future, getting irritated by an idiot of my class. Pictures were taken often. Get back to contact with some of old girlfriends. Alison and Shun Ping. Met up with Alison today and went school together, was a bit late when i woke up. Tiredness overwhelmed me. TIRED!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures taken in school. Know three new buddy in school, Mabel, Jay and JiaHui. JiaHui stayed so nearby me, just two blocks and one street away from my home. Meet up for school daily. (Hope this continue)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Good girl look huh? :D&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SfH9RYHW7NI/AAAAAAAAAxU/22k8Uqc06Lk/s1600-h/P16-04-09_11.48%5B01%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328318309128924370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SfH9RYHW7NI/AAAAAAAAAxU/22k8Uqc06Lk/s320/P16-04-09_11.48%5B01%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Teacher interupted! (&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ben ong&lt;/span&gt;) (Ugly looks of mine)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SfH9RPC0ifI/AAAAAAAAAxM/G8qdtvVpcY4/s1600-h/103441.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328318306693974514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SfH9RPC0ifI/AAAAAAAAAxM/G8qdtvVpcY4/s320/103441.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Four of us (Chloe, Mabel, JiaHui, Jay)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SfH9RDJGBwI/AAAAAAAAAxE/yRnLXlUfngA/s1600-h/Picture00011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328318303499060994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SfH9RDJGBwI/AAAAAAAAAxE/yRnLXlUfngA/s320/Picture00011.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Jay (Interesting and nice girl she was)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SfH9Q5WQFRI/AAAAAAAAAw8/oQ0Cle8QmVo/s1600-h/P16-04-09_11.50%5B02%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328318300869891346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SfH9Q5WQFRI/AAAAAAAAAw8/oQ0Cle8QmVo/s320/P16-04-09_11.50%5B02%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Mabel (In lecture room, keep on taking photos with laptop camera)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/centre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SfH9Qm2je6I/AAAAAAAAAw0/igNYWBysqis/s1600-h/122154.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328318295905106850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SfH9Qm2je6I/AAAAAAAAAw0/igNYWBysqis/s320/122154.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Sorry if the photos are too simple or ugly, lazy for the edditing and my eyes are swollen due to minor sore eyes and not enough sleep. Trying to get my back normal human clock timing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&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/1107514067845015249-5296807145438853341?l=love-in-the-past.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-in-the-past.blogspot.com/feeds/5296807145438853341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1107514067845015249&amp;postID=5296807145438853341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107514067845015249/posts/default/5296807145438853341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107514067845015249/posts/default/5296807145438853341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-in-the-past.blogspot.com/2009/04/2nd-month-counting.html' title='2nd month, counting.'/><author><name>xiaoying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00075575659647695478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SfH9RYHW7NI/AAAAAAAAAxU/22k8Uqc06Lk/s72-c/P16-04-09_11.48%5B01%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1107514067845015249.post-4314309890552777147</id><published>2009-04-02T01:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T00:50:03.247-07:00</updated><title type='text'>darlinggg aloysius</title><content type='html'>Just took a photo if the bouquet of bear darling gave me on the one month anniversary of ours. Now then i have the time to blog about it. Although we don't have spend much time on that day due to he was in camp and i went to work, but we still have a happy time together. If a couple was happy and loving everyday, everyday of theirs will be their anniversary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SdhiGn8VHwI/AAAAAAAAAwk/Yq4VHNAQcIE/s1600-h/P05-04-09_13.05.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SdhiGn8VHwI/AAAAAAAAAwk/Yq4VHNAQcIE/s320/P05-04-09_13.05.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321110825679003394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SdhiGTk5t7I/AAAAAAAAAwc/lpMiqRvTDhI/s1600-h/P05-04-09_13.04%5B01%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SdhiGTk5t7I/AAAAAAAAAwc/lpMiqRvTDhI/s320/P05-04-09_13.04%5B01%5D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321110820212029362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;P.s: i love aloysius darling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Cine Leisure yesterday after bowling with darling and his cousin Edmund. We went up to ninth storey to catch bear and only three was caught with fourty bucks. But two "Me to you" bear was caught by darling and i spent two bucks on a machine to catch a monkey. I want the stitch i spend a lot of money on yesterday but can't get it home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Three bears caught yeterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SdhiG7ZUlkI/AAAAAAAAAws/WvZgccl63Wc/s1600-h/P05-04-09_13.03.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SdhiG7ZUlkI/AAAAAAAAAws/WvZgccl63Wc/s320/P05-04-09_13.03.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321110830900876866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Look like him (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SdhiGHcZsLI/AAAAAAAAAwU/PiD3gJjlXUU/s1600-h/P05-04-09_13.07%5B01%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SdhiGHcZsLI/AAAAAAAAAwU/PiD3gJjlXUU/s320/P05-04-09_13.07%5B01%5D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321110816955150514" 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/1107514067845015249-4314309890552777147?l=love-in-the-past.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-in-the-past.blogspot.com/feeds/4314309890552777147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1107514067845015249&amp;postID=4314309890552777147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107514067845015249/posts/default/4314309890552777147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107514067845015249/posts/default/4314309890552777147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-in-the-past.blogspot.com/2009/04/darlinggg-aloysius.html' title='darlinggg aloysius'/><author><name>xiaoying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00075575659647695478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SdhiGn8VHwI/AAAAAAAAAwk/Yq4VHNAQcIE/s72-c/P05-04-09_13.05.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1107514067845015249.post-8658161631220219164</id><published>2009-03-22T08:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T09:00:25.859-07:00</updated><title type='text'>crystal jade</title><content type='html'>Just send darling to take cab to his camp not long ago. Tomorrow will be my dad's birthday, just treated him a big meal at Crystal Jade. Costed me and darling a b0mb. Lucky it's just once a year, haha. Darling also bought me a small bouquet of flower bear. Left it at his house. Gonna take picture of it after darling free to go home. (Guard duty for two days!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;My lappy not arrived yet! Kanna delayed! The person is lucky i'm not free to come home and scold him over the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Misses him badly now.&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/1107514067845015249-8658161631220219164?l=love-in-the-past.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-in-the-past.blogspot.com/feeds/8658161631220219164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1107514067845015249&amp;postID=8658161631220219164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107514067845015249/posts/default/8658161631220219164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107514067845015249/posts/default/8658161631220219164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-in-the-past.blogspot.com/2009/03/crystal-jade.html' title='crystal jade'/><author><name>xiaoying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00075575659647695478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1107514067845015249.post-1768768201404233920</id><published>2009-03-18T04:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T08:53:53.464-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TOTO!</title><content type='html'>Won TOTO last Sunday and collected the prize today :D Shared with darling 50-50, haha. Bought 5bucks quick pick and get 55bucks bucks back in return. But it's just luck, gonna catch bears at east coast tonight using the prize, hope there is still lucks. (: Pictures of bear waiting to be upload.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Cine leisure last night, went to see the new machines, but it's difficult to catch. Ended up playing the machines with small bear to catch. Collected for fews day and the couch is really filling up fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/ScNm2WRAETI/AAAAAAAAAwM/pVp_lCS9aXY/s1600-h/day2"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315205069103173938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/ScNm2WRAETI/AAAAAAAAAwM/pVp_lCS9aXY/s320/day2" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/ScNm2Bip0UI/AAAAAAAAAwE/7QC8WBiUrsc/s1600-h/day1"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315205063540068674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/ScNm2Bip0UI/AAAAAAAAAwE/7QC8WBiUrsc/s320/day1" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/ScNm16GWDrI/AAAAAAAAAv8/El0J7YAiLr0/s1600-h/banana+stitch"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315205061542284978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/ScNm16GWDrI/AAAAAAAAAv8/El0J7YAiLr0/s320/banana+stitch" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/ScNm1stQy8I/AAAAAAAAAv0/yy-o5nR-YW8/s1600-h/day2+part2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315205057947421634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/ScNm1stQy8I/AAAAAAAAAv0/yy-o5nR-YW8/s320/day2+part2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/ScNm1SIpR6I/AAAAAAAAAvs/UhOIQsr1jZs/s1600-h/P20-03-09_01.34.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315205050814515106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/ScNm1SIpR6I/AAAAAAAAAvs/UhOIQsr1jZs/s320/P20-03-09_01.34.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102); TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;New lappy of mine arrived in two days time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1107514067845015249-1768768201404233920?l=love-in-the-past.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-in-the-past.blogspot.com/feeds/1768768201404233920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1107514067845015249&amp;postID=1768768201404233920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107514067845015249/posts/default/1768768201404233920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107514067845015249/posts/default/1768768201404233920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-in-the-past.blogspot.com/2009/03/toto.html' title='TOTO!'/><author><name>xiaoying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00075575659647695478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/ScNm2WRAETI/AAAAAAAAAwM/pVp_lCS9aXY/s72-c/day2' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1107514067845015249.post-7967458668365045649</id><published>2009-03-10T01:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T10:04:53.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>as fat as a pig</title><content type='html'>My boy, Aloysius Lam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since 250209,we're together, 280209, i quit working at dolphin. Till now, he's my beloved.&lt;br /&gt;Watch a movie, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Dragonball&lt;/span&gt; Evolution this afternoon at marina after going IT show. I was super &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;reluctant to watch that show but the result turn out different. The show wasn't bad and he promised to watch "coming soon" with me on coming saturday. Gonna buy a full touch screen mp3 on that day too. Coming monday i will receive my new ONMIA! Can't wait to see it, but don't worry dear, you're still my piority. (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SbYiQ7b_rLI/AAAAAAAAAvk/wjEIul9X9yU/s1600-h/Image018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311470484758441138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SbYiQ7b_rLI/AAAAAAAAAvk/wjEIul9X9yU/s320/Image018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SbYiQxfgoOI/AAAAAAAAAvc/r_j1NDD8tAY/s1600-h/Image017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311470482088829154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SbYiQxfgoOI/AAAAAAAAAvc/r_j1NDD8tAY/s320/Image017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SbYiQgKdc3I/AAAAAAAAAvU/R0FByGzkuyM/s1600-h/Image016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311470477437137778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SbYiQgKdc3I/AAAAAAAAAvU/R0FByGzkuyM/s320/Image016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SbYiQqvWnbI/AAAAAAAAAvM/55tsxYbQ3o8/s1600-h/Image015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311470480276233650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SbYiQqvWnbI/AAAAAAAAAvM/55tsxYbQ3o8/s320/Image015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be fetching him from camp tomorrow &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;but &lt;em&gt;missing him now&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1107514067845015249-7967458668365045649?l=love-in-the-past.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-in-the-past.blogspot.com/feeds/7967458668365045649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1107514067845015249&amp;postID=7967458668365045649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107514067845015249/posts/default/7967458668365045649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107514067845015249/posts/default/7967458668365045649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-in-the-past.blogspot.com/2009/03/as-fat-as-pig.html' title='as fat as a pig'/><author><name>xiaoying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00075575659647695478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SbYiQ7b_rLI/AAAAAAAAAvk/wjEIul9X9yU/s72-c/Image018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1107514067845015249.post-438668391963821230</id><published>2009-02-26T12:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T12:47:54.872-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dolphin the end.</title><content type='html'>Dolphin the end. Last two days of my life working in Dolphin. Starting a brand new life from next week on. Working there change my life by a lot. I now continue my life with new kinds of friend. Trying to get a morning job. Hatred also come to an end. Things that happen all in the past will be forgiven and forgotten.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1107514067845015249-438668391963821230?l=love-in-the-past.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-in-the-past.blogspot.com/feeds/438668391963821230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1107514067845015249&amp;postID=438668391963821230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107514067845015249/posts/default/438668391963821230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107514067845015249/posts/default/438668391963821230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-in-the-past.blogspot.com/2009/02/dolphin-end.html' title='Dolphin the end.'/><author><name>xiaoying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00075575659647695478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1107514067845015249.post-4282801995025015570</id><published>2009-02-19T14:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T15:04:04.674-08:00</updated><title type='text'>reality</title><content type='html'>Working in a pub really make me learn a lot, get to be more expose to the reality world. My experience is gain from people who have treated me badly. Thanks to an bastard who have been cheating me. I gonna let you see my life is getting better and better everyday after i left you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;宁可我负人，也不可人负我。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how the world goes. Realistic world i live in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1107514067845015249-4282801995025015570?l=love-in-the-past.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-in-the-past.blogspot.com/feeds/4282801995025015570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1107514067845015249&amp;postID=4282801995025015570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107514067845015249/posts/default/4282801995025015570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107514067845015249/posts/default/4282801995025015570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-in-the-past.blogspot.com/2009/02/reality.html' title='reality'/><author><name>xiaoying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00075575659647695478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1107514067845015249.post-1506992671191795165</id><published>2009-02-18T16:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T16:28:26.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2.3m bear</title><content type='html'>Got my 2.3 meter bear! Huge! Update picture soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working is tiring, especially when my eye was swollen. Dolphin let me learn a lot of things, gain experience. It teaches me to be realistic, protect myself. 可是我突然好想念你.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;错过了就没有机会再重来?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;我以为我放下了,原来你还在.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;我欠你的太多,谢谢你对我无私的爱.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;是我不懂的珍惜.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1107514067845015249-1506992671191795165?l=love-in-the-past.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-in-the-past.blogspot.com/feeds/1506992671191795165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1107514067845015249&amp;postID=1506992671191795165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107514067845015249/posts/default/1506992671191795165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107514067845015249/posts/default/1506992671191795165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-in-the-past.blogspot.com/2009/02/23m-bear.html' title='2.3m bear'/><author><name>xiaoying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00075575659647695478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1107514067845015249.post-1610984589000101349</id><published>2009-01-12T01:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T01:21:11.685-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chances?</title><content type='html'>I don't need any chance to love anyone for now. I just need someone to dote on me without any motive. I am tired of loving, afraid of losing. The pain in the heart, irresistible. I'm so fucked up with my result!! What the hell! Waste my time and i still ended up in ITE!&lt;br /&gt;This is Karma. I regret always laughing at my brother in technical stream. Got 34 points and Jun asked me why so many points, I just wanted to share anything i have with my younger twins brother :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;有因必有果&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1107514067845015249-1610984589000101349?l=love-in-the-past.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-in-the-past.blogspot.com/feeds/1610984589000101349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1107514067845015249&amp;postID=1610984589000101349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107514067845015249/posts/default/1610984589000101349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107514067845015249/posts/default/1610984589000101349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-in-the-past.blogspot.com/2009/01/chances.html' title='Chances?'/><author><name>xiaoying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00075575659647695478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1107514067845015249.post-4472792422913076859</id><published>2009-01-05T14:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T14:52:20.287-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye to xy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Byebye to xy. You left me with hatred, no love and everything. Hello to Chloe, new in Dolphin but so much false love around. At least there's a feeling of being dote and love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Biggest birthday present. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't my birthday but i still get such a big present! I got a priceless lesson from my most loved and believed one. I lied to myself he was still loving me deep. No girls outside, not flirting and no other girls on his bike. Ya right, right after you got &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt;. Why you bother to lie when you know that i would have the ability to find out what crazy matter you have done outside, behind my back. I'm sorry that i have rejected peoples advice, reminder that he was a bad guy. But i actually finally face everything on his birthday. I've to thank him for letting me go to Dolphin, thank for him to let me feel the pain and helpless when you saw your loved one walk out of you with other. Thank you so much, seriously. I've drop countless tears, infront and behind your back. I have done so much things that i would not mention infront of you but for the sake of you, i done it. This is what i get. World goes round. I believe in Karma. What you have done will eventually get back in you.&lt;br /&gt;Don't believe that you would actually be so firm when you know you're wrong. Why do you want to wait till you have make me really lost trust in you then you stand out to protect her. Now i finally understand  what it means by &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;心愛的人跟人跑&lt;/span&gt;。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;你非要等到失去了才懂得珍惜。&lt;br /&gt;一切已回不去重前&lt;br /&gt;我已經告訴你了，爲何你這麽固執？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1107514067845015249-4472792422913076859?l=love-in-the-past.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-in-the-past.blogspot.com/feeds/4472792422913076859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1107514067845015249&amp;postID=4472792422913076859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107514067845015249/posts/default/4472792422913076859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107514067845015249/posts/default/4472792422913076859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-in-the-past.blogspot.com/2009/01/bye-to-xy.html' title='Bye to xy'/><author><name>xiaoying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00075575659647695478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1107514067845015249.post-740774750508748109</id><published>2008-12-30T01:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T00:23:20.710-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back from m'sia</title><content type='html'>I'm back from Malaysia. But i super miss the few day I've been spenting there. Took a lot of pictures! Now is all about pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s421.photobucket.com/albums/pp293/fattybee/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF0997-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i421.photobucket.com/albums/pp293/fattybee/DSCF0997-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s421.photobucket.com/albums/pp293/fattybee/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF0995-1.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i421.photobucket.com/albums/pp293/fattybee/DSCF0995-1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s421.photobucket.com/albums/pp293/fattybee/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF0974-1.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i421.photobucket.com/albums/pp293/fattybee/DSCF0974-1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s421.photobucket.com/albums/pp293/fattybee/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF0936-1.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i421.photobucket.com/albums/pp293/fattybee/DSCF0936-1.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s421.photobucket.com/albums/pp293/fattybee/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF0967-1.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i421.photobucket.com/albums/pp293/fattybee/DSCF0967-1.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s421.photobucket.com/albums/pp293/fattybee/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF0960-1.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i421.photobucket.com/albums/pp293/fattybee/DSCF0960-1.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1107514067845015249-740774750508748109?l=love-in-the-past.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-in-the-past.blogspot.com/feeds/740774750508748109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1107514067845015249&amp;postID=740774750508748109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107514067845015249/posts/default/740774750508748109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107514067845015249/posts/default/740774750508748109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-in-the-past.blogspot.com/2008/12/back-from-msia.html' title='Back from m&apos;sia'/><author><name>xiaoying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00075575659647695478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1107514067845015249.post-4909170182162915194</id><published>2008-12-27T08:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T08:16:18.267-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family&apos;s love'/><title type='text'>Life in malaysia</title><content type='html'>Life here is super shiok with all the family members around you. Total of around 30 people including me. Just back from KTV after singing or maybe i should say shouting with my cousins. I take care of my two lovely cousin who were so afraid of strangers but i just clicked well with them. Haha! So many people was jealous of! Another two baobeis' of mine. Photos will be uploaded only when i'm back to Singapore. 9 hours before time of boarding and 18 hours or more before i reach Singapore. Hate counting down the time i have to leave Malaysia heading back to Singapore the place where contain troublesome problem.        :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1107514067845015249-4909170182162915194?l=love-in-the-past.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-in-the-past.blogspot.com/feeds/4909170182162915194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1107514067845015249&amp;postID=4909170182162915194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107514067845015249/posts/default/4909170182162915194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107514067845015249/posts/default/4909170182162915194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-in-the-past.blogspot.com/2008/12/life-in-malaysia.html' title='Life in malaysia'/><author><name>xiaoying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00075575659647695478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1107514067845015249.post-6025822876896804360</id><published>2008-12-24T16:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T16:56:42.412-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In malaysia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s421.photobucket.com/albums/pp293/fattybee/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Aww_Stitch-1.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i421.photobucket.com/albums/pp293/fattybee/Aww_Stitch-1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in malaysia using my cousin's computer for me to save some phone's credit. Haha! Will be here from 25 till 28 of December. Gonna become a fat ass soon! Will post when i get back to Singapore!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;P/s ; Thank you pork for the NDS to accompany me till malaysia!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1107514067845015249-6025822876896804360?l=love-in-the-past.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-in-the-past.blogspot.com/feeds/6025822876896804360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1107514067845015249&amp;postID=6025822876896804360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107514067845015249/posts/default/6025822876896804360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107514067845015249/posts/default/6025822876896804360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-in-the-past.blogspot.com/2008/12/in-malaysia.html' title='In malaysia'/><author><name>xiaoying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00075575659647695478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1107514067845015249.post-2496865549757609487</id><published>2008-12-12T22:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T22:46:53.995-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yew tee</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s421.photobucket.com/albums/pp293/fattybee/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Image012-1.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i421.photobucket.com/albums/pp293/fattybee/Image012-1.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10th Dec 08&lt;br /&gt;Went to play pool with darling after going to Marina Square to grab Stitch, but it seems futile as the rabbit we trying to grab for exchange of stitch was too heavy, spent around fourty bucks. Received a call from Ec and went down Yew Tee to look for him. So surprise to see Ray Ray, Zhongwen, Xiangyao ( Banana), Ruisheng and Jojo there. Slack at Zhongwen's condo and went to cheek out a new condo near Yew Tee MRT staion. All night was with them doing nothing until morning. -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11th Dec 08&lt;br /&gt;It was alr morning time when i reach home, slept from 7am to 7pm before meeting Shun Ping and Mathew for a movie. Met them at Cine as darling send me down, have KFC as my whole day meal. Watch Beast Stalker, the movie is basically three story linked up to make one movie. Went back to Bukit Panjang and walk to 163 for supper. Alex, Shi and Darling came to find me Went to Marina new resevior for a walk and went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now awake waiting for Shun Ping to call again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1107514067845015249-2496865549757609487?l=love-in-the-past.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-in-the-past.blogspot.com/feeds/2496865549757609487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1107514067845015249&amp;postID=2496865549757609487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107514067845015249/posts/default/2496865549757609487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107514067845015249/posts/default/2496865549757609487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-in-the-past.blogspot.com/2008/12/yew-tee.html' title='Yew tee'/><author><name>xiaoying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00075575659647695478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1107514067845015249.post-8189927218875138377</id><published>2008-12-11T01:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T01:43:07.822-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paintin g</title><content type='html'>Painted my brothers' room in Lime Green today, It was a nice colour. I helped in the painting too (:&lt;br /&gt;It was raining heavily just now, just have my bath, we played downstairs after sending my father off to his car. It's nice having good memories with family and of course it won't be perfect without my irritating twos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He's trying to be cute. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SUDfsxsE_GI/AAAAAAAAAus/G38j0kqKYlg/s1600-h/Image014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SUDfsxsE_GI/AAAAAAAAAus/G38j0kqKYlg/s320/Image014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278464723623672930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;His nose!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SUDfsQzqC-I/AAAAAAAAAuk/1oRW_MSFcO8/s1600-h/DSC01503.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SUDfsQzqC-I/AAAAAAAAAuk/1oRW_MSFcO8/s320/DSC01503.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278464714797091810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lime Green&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SUDfsdt-bzI/AAAAAAAAAuc/yZAOhKXtXUY/s1600-h/DSC01508.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SUDfsdt-bzI/AAAAAAAAAuc/yZAOhKXtXUY/s320/DSC01508.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278464718262923058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He's a tortoise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SUDfsSKxNYI/AAAAAAAAAuU/lbc0M-cICss/s1600-h/DSC01501.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SUDfsSKxNYI/AAAAAAAAAuU/lbc0M-cICss/s320/DSC01501.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278464715162465666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;And my world isn't perfect &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;without him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1107514067845015249-8189927218875138377?l=love-in-the-past.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-in-the-past.blogspot.com/feeds/8189927218875138377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1107514067845015249&amp;postID=8189927218875138377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107514067845015249/posts/default/8189927218875138377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107514067845015249/posts/default/8189927218875138377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-in-the-past.blogspot.com/2008/12/paintin-g.html' title='Paintin g'/><author><name>xiaoying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00075575659647695478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SUDfsxsE_GI/AAAAAAAAAus/G38j0kqKYlg/s72-c/Image014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1107514067845015249.post-1329240330321186940</id><published>2008-12-10T00:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:33:10.682-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>8th Dec 08&lt;br /&gt;During the night time, i went to The Coffee Club near Cineplex to have supper with Darling SJ. Had a super full supper, met Alex and Shi for a show, Quarrantine. I was frightened out of the show, OMG. Had a hard night to sleep that night not because of my afriad but i was too full -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9th Dec 08&lt;br /&gt;Met Shun Ping girl in the afternoon, so shock to know what happen between her and Simon, ex-boyfriend. They have broken up but i feel that she will be a lucky girl to get another boy to love her more than Simon does. Went to Orchard after so long of resting at home, with her and her friend, Mathew. Then meet her Baby, Keming, at Orchard MRT station. He was so so so slow. Went to grab a bite at Cineplex after passingby Wisma to have a look at Ah Wei. K-Boxing after dinner and darling fetch me for supper at Geylang Dim-Sum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10th Dec 08 (Today)&lt;br /&gt;Woke up in the early morning and get to know something happen between Shi and Alex because of a girl who have always been disturbing their relationship from the start, why can't she just FUck off!! Was super tired after having Mac breakfast at staircases with them and Darling. Ride home without helmet cause of laziness. Have to paint my room after i reach home but i fall fast asleep after moving things out of my room. Darling finish it off for me and it was all done when I'm awake. Later Darling suggest to go for Steamboat! Hungry!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1107514067845015249-1329240330321186940?l=love-in-the-past.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-in-the-past.blogspot.com/feeds/1329240330321186940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1107514067845015249&amp;postID=1329240330321186940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107514067845015249/posts/default/1329240330321186940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107514067845015249/posts/default/1329240330321186940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-in-the-past.blogspot.com/2008/12/8th-dec-08-during-night-time-i-went-to.html' title=''/><author><name>xiaoying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00075575659647695478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1107514067845015249.post-4612933000528179126</id><published>2008-12-07T08:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T08:47:04.995-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Healthy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s421.photobucket.com/albums/pp293/fattybee/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Image009-1.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i421.photobucket.com/albums/pp293/fattybee/Image009-1.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm finally so so so much better! Do you know the feeling of being healthy? The feeling was super good, better than anything you can think of. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Health is important&lt;/span&gt;, now i seriously understand!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be&lt;br /&gt;Illness-Free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1107514067845015249-4612933000528179126?l=love-in-the-past.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-in-the-past.blogspot.com/feeds/4612933000528179126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1107514067845015249&amp;postID=4612933000528179126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107514067845015249/posts/default/4612933000528179126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107514067845015249/posts/default/4612933000528179126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-in-the-past.blogspot.com/2008/12/healthy.html' title='Healthy!'/><author><name>xiaoying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00075575659647695478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1107514067845015249.post-5612304346999366361</id><published>2008-12-06T08:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T08:49:43.071-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lock</title><content type='html'>Just talk to sj at my house downstairs just now, i just realize that he was right, I've &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;added a lock in my heart&lt;/span&gt;, not allowing anyone to enter from the day when i was sick. I have choose to live in my own world. It's been a week since i was sick, tired of the illness, tired of my life. This is not the life i want. But i can't figure out my own heart, what is the life i actually desire for. But I'm comfirm there is certainly some peoples who i want to give up for as friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I've locked myself in a world that &lt;br /&gt;only consist ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1107514067845015249-5612304346999366361?l=love-in-the-past.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-in-the-past.blogspot.com/feeds/5612304346999366361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1107514067845015249&amp;postID=5612304346999366361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107514067845015249/posts/default/5612304346999366361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107514067845015249/posts/default/5612304346999366361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-in-the-past.blogspot.com/2008/12/lock.html' title='Lock'/><author><name>xiaoying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00075575659647695478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1107514067845015249.post-580952145506054438</id><published>2008-12-05T08:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T08:56:29.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'>fever fever</title><content type='html'>Fever Fever &amp;amp;&amp;amp; Fever!! It remain for almost one week, when are you leaving me?! It makes me super mood less for anything. Cough Cough &amp;amp;&amp;amp; Cough!! Why are illness still sticking to me? Really feel like crying this time. I'm sick, sick of illness, sick of everything around me, everything happening and everyone who was once by my side, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;close&lt;/span&gt;. All i can do now is wait for the day when i going to malaysia for a stay. That's when i can put things down, forget thing in singapore. I'm truely tired.&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; I want to, I feel like giving up EVERYTHING, EVERYONE i have now, except my family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Now i know, they are actually what i need most. Other than them, No, Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I'm not useless but i'm just&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; not needed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1107514067845015249-580952145506054438?l=love-in-the-past.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-in-the-past.blogspot.com/feeds/580952145506054438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1107514067845015249&amp;postID=580952145506054438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107514067845015249/posts/default/580952145506054438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107514067845015249/posts/default/580952145506054438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-in-the-past.blogspot.com/2008/12/fever-fever.html' title='fever fever'/><author><name>xiaoying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00075575659647695478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1107514067845015249.post-3797346437934763895</id><published>2008-12-02T08:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T08:17:16.639-08:00</updated><title type='text'>serious illness</title><content type='html'>Been seriously sick for past few days, never been so sick before. I can quit smoking, eating and sleep all day long like a living dead. The feeling is super uncomfortable. The first time i would want to stay at home, don't want go out. My daddy was super happy i would stay at home but my whole body was super tired and lack of energy. No smile on my face. This is the feeling i would never want to experience again. Just went to see a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Chinese&lt;/span&gt; physician and eat the medicine which is so "nice", but after taking the medicine, i really feel better. After few days of torturing of my body, i slim down by a lot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1107514067845015249-3797346437934763895?l=love-in-the-past.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-in-the-past.blogspot.com/feeds/3797346437934763895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1107514067845015249&amp;postID=3797346437934763895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107514067845015249/posts/default/3797346437934763895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107514067845015249/posts/default/3797346437934763895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-in-the-past.blogspot.com/2008/12/serious-illness.html' title='serious illness'/><author><name>xiaoying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00075575659647695478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1107514067845015249.post-715320935340616057</id><published>2008-11-23T10:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T15:18:24.422-08:00</updated><title type='text'>baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s421.photobucket.com/albums/pp293/fattybee/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Babyilu-2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i421.photobucket.com/albums/pp293/fattybee/Babyilu-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always been calling you bee. But in my heart, &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;you're my precious baby&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;You taught me to let go of thing and don't think too much. I always refused to let go of you. But after tonight, you show me that thing may not go back to past. After a period of time, no matter how we try to force things to remain the same, somehow, feelings still will change. &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Nothing in the world will remain the same. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i was the one who was at fault, let you lost the truth in me. But maybe now, feeling from you to me have faded off, it's time i let go and stop my &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;stubbornness&lt;/span&gt;. Sorry baby for wasting so much of your time. &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Hope you can find a better half &lt;/span&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;I will be by your side whenever you need me. I feel that i have to do things to make up for you. No worries, i will be fine &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;without &lt;/span&gt;you finally, i can learn to be independent. &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Thank you baby&lt;/span&gt;, for your teaching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&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/1107514067845015249-715320935340616057?l=love-in-the-past.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-in-the-past.blogspot.com/feeds/715320935340616057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1107514067845015249&amp;postID=715320935340616057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107514067845015249/posts/default/715320935340616057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107514067845015249/posts/default/715320935340616057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-in-the-past.blogspot.com/2008/11/baby.html' title='baby'/><author><name>xiaoying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00075575659647695478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1107514067845015249.post-1480276495211992877</id><published>2008-11-21T01:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T02:05:41.800-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Replies</title><content type='html'>I seriously dont understand who is the one keep talking behind my back! If you don't believe me, don't bother to ask me. What have i got to do with JB! Trust and believe doesn't prove by saying, is by heart. There is no point being together if there are no trust in each other anymore. Cherish the present?? If you keep finding problem in a relationship, how do you expect other to continue in such way. Does i alway seems like i don't care? But when did i never care bout you? When did i go back to JB! You alway dont have good impression bout others guy, you alway think that you're the best, YA right, you are good to me. But you don't have heart for others. Your character make me hard to communicate with you. I prefer going out with JB because he can be very friendly to anyone. No troubles, no hesitating in doing anything. Going out with him means i'm with him? I never treat you as my spare type, i admit that i alway go out with other halfway when i'm with you but does that mean that you're a spare type? Com'on lah, i don't know why your thinking is alway different from others. I tried to change, just that i make mistake when i'm angry. If you think that you're alway correct of what i'm doing, dont bother to ask what i do as you will somehow find out. You don't even have respect for me. This is not a boyfriend i want.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1107514067845015249-1480276495211992877?l=love-in-the-past.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-in-the-past.blogspot.com/feeds/1480276495211992877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1107514067845015249&amp;postID=1480276495211992877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107514067845015249/posts/default/1480276495211992877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107514067845015249/posts/default/1480276495211992877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-in-the-past.blogspot.com/2008/11/replies.html' title='Replies'/><author><name>xiaoying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00075575659647695478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1107514067845015249.post-3071162169954001169</id><published>2008-11-18T00:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T00:37:40.669-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandma over !</title><content type='html'>16 november 08&lt;br /&gt;Grandma moved over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17 November 08&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan (5 years old but smart cousin) came over in the morning as his school is close for a day. Lucky someone is over looking after him. He was super friendly, fight with anyone. -.-" He will be the only one winning. Have to make him sleep, entertain him. He's my king!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18 November 08&lt;br /&gt;Fighting over television with grandma. She can watch it at my aunties house without SCV but i want to watch 55!! She is wasting the money i paid for SCV! She is fucking hell watching channel 8! Will be going dolphin for interview tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1107514067845015249-3071162169954001169?l=love-in-the-past.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-in-the-past.blogspot.com/feeds/3071162169954001169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1107514067845015249&amp;postID=3071162169954001169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107514067845015249/posts/default/3071162169954001169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107514067845015249/posts/default/3071162169954001169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-in-the-past.blogspot.com/2008/11/grandma-over.html' title='Grandma over !'/><author><name>xiaoying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00075575659647695478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1107514067845015249.post-3704415439794888686</id><published>2008-11-08T05:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T05:39:06.160-08:00</updated><title type='text'>free sample</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Found a website recommand by my cousin for getting sample of skin product at just 80cents. Press the Fr3b to help me accumulate my points!! Give it a try.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fr3b.com/referral_program.php?referrer_token=313069330f69063db7ace75064b73af4"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.fr3b.com/img/external/img_referal.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yesterday went shopping at bugis with sharon ( my cousin girlfriend) and my cousin. Suppose to meet her at one but end up change to twelve thirty. But i know it last minutes so she called my phone and wake me up around twelve fifteen. Oh F***! How am I suppose to be on time end up i was late by half hour and really meet her at one. -.-" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Went with her to raffles place to get her things needed for her job. Anyone finding for job can try this web. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.recuirtexpress.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;http://www.recuirtexpress.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; Heard that it wasn't bad. I also interview already and i have one more to go on coming tuesday after my last paper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was nearly mad i think when shopping at bugis, bought one bag, four clothes, a blazer like jacker and one couple watch(it's for the person i'm waiting). I also treated sharon for a cheap lunch. Spent around 80bucks. Waited for darling for nearly one hour, he bought me one shirt and jacket to make it up for me. :D Spent around 100 bucks already at bugis!! Argh! I told myself to stop spending money but that's not the end of my day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Met shun ping at night, bought a quite not worth it bag for $37! But the design is what i want seriously and the colour is quite special. It's okay, support shun ping mah! Anyway my darling buy it for me. Thank you (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Baby, don't be jealous, don't be sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I still love you as much as before. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Or even can i say,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;More than before.&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/1107514067845015249-3704415439794888686?l=love-in-the-past.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-in-the-past.blogspot.com/feeds/3704415439794888686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1107514067845015249&amp;postID=3704415439794888686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107514067845015249/posts/default/3704415439794888686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107514067845015249/posts/default/3704415439794888686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-in-the-past.blogspot.com/2008/11/free-sample.html' title='free sample'/><author><name>xiaoying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00075575659647695478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1107514067845015249.post-3924800036439941434</id><published>2008-11-06T00:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T01:27:50.747-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prawning</title><content type='html'>I'm blogging at my work place again.&lt;br /&gt;It's been quite some time since i really went out with shi to do some activities. Both of us are busy with work and study. Finally she wasn't working yesterday and we went prawning with qiang, sixian, hongwei and of course my darling. (:&lt;br /&gt;Damn cold on the way to Bishan after my work. (real tired but still accompany them)&lt;br /&gt;My first time prawning is fun and i have acceptable returns! :D I have caught two prawns on my own and darling caught four. Overall, I'm not sure how many prawn we all caught but i was full even thought i didn't eat anything yesterday and the poor prawn was my supper or maybe breakfast for today. Pictures will be uploaded as soon as sixian upload it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jealousy climbing over me, i tend to miss another when I'm with one. But i know that darling is the one I'm with. No worries. I just don't like to hear bout other girls getting my past "lovers". I hate knowing that! Darling is the one i love now! Work is all i need to concentrate on now! No more time for others, I'm already tired enough. Why does libra have these kind of natives ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Libra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;The Libra female has a tendency to harbor grand illusions about many things. Consequently, she can easily become despondent and impatient when matters are not as she imagined or expected them to be. Nevertheless, this is a generous soul who is both &lt;em&gt;lovable&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;kind-hearted&lt;/em&gt;, with an innate desire to help the unfortunates of the world. The artistic side of the Libra woman calls out for beauty and harmony in all her surroundings and she is frequently exceedingly romantic by nature...prone to be "&lt;em&gt;in love with love&lt;/em&gt;" rather than with any particular person, other than herself. Here, there is an &lt;em&gt;intense desire for sympathy, love, understanding and companionship&lt;/em&gt;...but Libra is a very idealistic Sign and truly &lt;em&gt;difficult to satisfy&lt;/em&gt;. Below the apparent affection, there is a great deal of selfishness associated with those governed by Libra, often accompanied by a certain degree of shallowness, which is frequently traceable to a lack of attention from family in the formative years. The Libra woman is an ideal hostess, but one who is at her best when she has plenty of servants to take care of the actual work. Although infinitely capable, this woman is somewhat adverse to manual labor...especially if it means getting "down and dirty." Indeed, the Libra female prefers to snuggle into a luxurious pile of cushions and summon assistance. In general, the physically intimate side of a relationship is not so important to this woman as it might first appear to be, although she is definitely a flirt and rather enjoys playing one admirer against another. There is a tendency here for the Libra female to acquiesce to the desires of her family and enter a long term commitiment with an individual of great potential rather than one she truly loves. Involvement with this woman should never be contemplated unless the potential partner is serious about the relationship. The Libra female needs affection and love, but she must believe in her mate and be secure with that mate's character. Here, compromise is not taken well and this woman will quickly exit any union if she discovers she has betrayed herself. It has often been said that the keys to a Libra woman are romance, partnership, commitment, independence and beauty. To succeed, a potental mate must fulfill all counts since this female's basic modus operandi is "show me." The Libra woman is &lt;em&gt;vibrant&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;vivacious&lt;/em&gt; and thoroughly &lt;em&gt;captivating&lt;/em&gt;. For all her flirtatious ways, she is the epitome of diplomacy and tact...and&lt;em&gt; a woman who is trusted by her friends&lt;/em&gt;. She is &lt;em&gt;blessed with taste and a sense of refinement&lt;/em&gt;...but on the negative side, her love of the good life can lead to laziness and something of a selfish nature. As a mate, she is irresistible and intriguing, being both &lt;em&gt;feminine and fun&lt;/em&gt;. As a mother, she is not always one to concentrate on her children, but she does radiate a warmth and affection that provides them with a sense of security. Far from "fluffy" in her thinking, the Libra female can be a great help to the success of any mate's career. In short, she is attractive, mixes well and tends to get along with everyone, being tactful and shrewd. For a long-term commitment, this woman looks for an adventurous and intelligent mate...one who is preferably fairly well off, but there is no aversion here to aiding a partner when it comes to accumulating the good things of life. When young, this female is rather like a beautiful flower, being very lovely to look at. With the advancement of years, however, this woman often finds that life has educated her to a high degree and that she is wise, witty, entertaining, tolerant, amusing and a wonderfully rewarding person to know. In her heart, every female governed by Libra truly desires affection above all else, closely followed by sympathy and interest. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is a woman who is forever seeking the ideal companion. &lt;/em&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/1107514067845015249-3924800036439941434?l=love-in-the-past.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-in-the-past.blogspot.com/feeds/3924800036439941434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1107514067845015249&amp;postID=3924800036439941434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107514067845015249/posts/default/3924800036439941434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107514067845015249/posts/default/3924800036439941434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-in-the-past.blogspot.com/2008/11/prawning.html' title='Prawning'/><author><name>xiaoying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00075575659647695478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1107514067845015249.post-7870262327533716506</id><published>2008-11-03T02:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T02:14:13.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandma birthday</title><content type='html'>2nd Nov 08&lt;br /&gt;My grandma birthday. I didn't work, bought a cake for her. All my cousin are at my house. (= (so rare)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SQ7OOoww5KI/AAAAAAAAAjI/da7MrqMaAaY/s1600-h/DSCF0758.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264371765298128034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SQ7OOoww5KI/AAAAAAAAAjI/da7MrqMaAaY/s320/DSCF0758.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SQ7OPCcoi_I/AAAAAAAAAjY/Hx1BQEeyJuA/s1600-h/DSC01435.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264371772193016818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SQ7OPCcoi_I/AAAAAAAAAjY/Hx1BQEeyJuA/s320/DSC01435.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1107514067845015249-7870262327533716506?l=love-in-the-past.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-in-the-past.blogspot.com/feeds/7870262327533716506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1107514067845015249&amp;postID=7870262327533716506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107514067845015249/posts/default/7870262327533716506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107514067845015249/posts/default/7870262327533716506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-in-the-past.blogspot.com/2008/11/grandma-birthday.html' title='Grandma birthday'/><author><name>xiaoying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00075575659647695478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SQ7OOoww5KI/AAAAAAAAAjI/da7MrqMaAaY/s72-c/DSCF0758.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1107514067845015249.post-959697638917884648</id><published>2008-10-26T07:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T07:40:15.471-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A day out at paya leba.</title><content type='html'>Been busy studying for the past one week plus, never have the time nor energy to update my blog. I extended my hair, study for subject. Hope i can really pass smoothly, get into an polytechnic at least. Just few pictures for a quick view of my past one week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SQR_V4ATaJI/AAAAAAAAAig/K4V_YTCqpec/s1600-h/DSC00092.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me and Jialing the pretty lady (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SQR_WpjOKqI/AAAAAAAAAjA/zA1wvzDjR_U/s1600-h/DSC06865.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SQR_WpjOKqI/AAAAAAAAAjA/zA1wvzDjR_U/s320/DSC06865.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261470291763014306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Girl and me , still the same. Iloveher !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SQR_WZGwVoI/AAAAAAAAAi4/xchmqNMUtCc/s1600-h/DSC06864.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SQR_WZGwVoI/AAAAAAAAAi4/xchmqNMUtCc/s320/DSC06864.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261470287348651650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I try my best to make her look taller XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SQR_WGzyvfI/AAAAAAAAAiw/Py-LBKl5ti0/s1600-h/DSC06853.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SQR_WGzyvfI/AAAAAAAAAiw/Py-LBKl5ti0/s320/DSC06853.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261470282437279218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The three of us . =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SQR_V3HT06I/AAAAAAAAAio/HYNsGYeEKv4/s1600-h/DSC06850.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SQR_V3HT06I/AAAAAAAAAio/HYNsGYeEKv4/s320/DSC06850.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261470278224171938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My darling, i have been calling him so but he didn't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SQR_V4ATaJI/AAAAAAAAAig/K4V_YTCqpec/s1600-h/DSC00092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SQR_V4ATaJI/AAAAAAAAAig/K4V_YTCqpec/s320/DSC00092.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261470278463219858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Why does a guy want a status for himself even if a girl don't mind. True feeling and care for each other is still not enough ? I really don't understand. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baby why did you change so much. I really wonder if i should turn back time ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1107514067845015249-959697638917884648?l=love-in-the-past.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-in-the-past.blogspot.com/feeds/959697638917884648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1107514067845015249&amp;postID=959697638917884648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107514067845015249/posts/default/959697638917884648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107514067845015249/posts/default/959697638917884648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-in-the-past.blogspot.com/2008/10/day-out-at-paya-leba.html' title='A day out at paya leba.'/><author><name>xiaoying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00075575659647695478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SQR_WpjOKqI/AAAAAAAAAjA/zA1wvzDjR_U/s72-c/DSC06865.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1107514067845015249.post-2011287955540604517</id><published>2008-10-26T07:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T07:25:07.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trick or Treat ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:360%;" &gt;Trick or Treat ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebrate halloween night together at &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Play club&lt;/span&gt; on&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;29th October&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Time is from&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;9 pm sharp&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;until late night.&lt;br /&gt;There will be &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;no age limit&lt;/span&gt; so enjoy together!&lt;br /&gt;Come join me for the Halloween night ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tickets will be sold at &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;15 per ticket&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;1 guest list for 10 ticket&lt;/span&gt; bought. Price are still &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;negotiable&lt;/span&gt;. Tag me for more details!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1107514067845015249-2011287955540604517?l=love-in-the-past.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-in-the-past.blogspot.com/feeds/2011287955540604517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1107514067845015249&amp;postID=2011287955540604517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107514067845015249/posts/default/2011287955540604517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107514067845015249/posts/default/2011287955540604517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-in-the-past.blogspot.com/2008/10/trick-or-treat.html' title='Trick or Treat ?'/><author><name>xiaoying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00075575659647695478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1107514067845015249.post-8190192093420556340</id><published>2008-10-02T22:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T00:12:24.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The  last cake</title><content type='html'>On the very last minute of my birthday, i got another cheese cake. Thank you my dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SOXEiHJgSkI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/cps5hLqUSUQ/s1600-h/Image000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SOXEiHJgSkI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/cps5hLqUSUQ/s320/Image000.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252820630711061058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SOXEiPCjLeI/AAAAAAAAAiY/G3JlcyOxpoo/s1600-h/Image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SOXEiPCjLeI/AAAAAAAAAiY/G3JlcyOxpoo/s320/Image001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252820632829373922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cut a small piece of cake and play, using mouth to take the small little candle out. Being pushed to *kissed* the cake two time. First time , i'm not sure who is that idiot but second time, i confirm that the idiot is ah qiang! He pushed real hard! Arhg, cake all over my face. Cheesecake struck in my nose, Oh my, disgusting! Throughout the whole night, i can't have a peaceful sleep due to the smell of the cheesecake. All thank to alex!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1107514067845015249-8190192093420556340?l=love-in-the-past.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-in-the-past.blogspot.com/feeds/8190192093420556340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1107514067845015249&amp;postID=8190192093420556340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107514067845015249/posts/default/8190192093420556340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107514067845015249/posts/default/8190192093420556340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-in-the-past.blogspot.com/2008/10/last-cake.html' title='The  last cake'/><author><name>xiaoying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00075575659647695478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SOXEiHJgSkI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/cps5hLqUSUQ/s72-c/Image000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1107514067845015249.post-5376894006363879236</id><published>2008-09-29T03:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T05:28:59.345-07:00</updated><title type='text'>birthday</title><content type='html'>29th Sep 08&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to Ah Wei ! So sorry that yesterday cannot accompany him. My eyes are swollen. Pain. Yet there are no stop for the handphone disturbing! Argh! There are people trying&lt;br /&gt;to use people fight around. What the fuck wrong with this girl. Been bothered by relationship problem again. Why this kind of thing always happen to me?! Dont wanna bother about this anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are photos taken at my birthday celebration with school mates. Lazy to post all so just few photos of a few happening things that happen that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm sorry that the sequence is not in order.&lt;br /&gt;But every caption is there (: Enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;At the lift outside 7th storey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SOIBMBSTenI/AAAAAAAAAhY/hkQLYhPn6Mk/s1600-h/DSCF0474.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SOIBMBSTenI/AAAAAAAAAhY/hkQLYhPn6Mk/s320/DSCF0474.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251761421482687090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snob face ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SONsXEhQbUI/AAAAAAAAAiI/MvttGoXvQS0/s1600-h/DSCF0473.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SONsXEhQbUI/AAAAAAAAAiI/MvttGoXvQS0/s320/DSCF0473.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252160734050151746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;House down stair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SOIBM8ZsInI/AAAAAAAAAho/GyB42XBaAi4/s1600-h/DSCF0472.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SOIBM8ZsInI/AAAAAAAAAho/GyB42XBaAi4/s320/DSCF0472.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251761437351354994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His present for me ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SOIBNM1UmlI/AAAAAAAAAhw/taVDrB6C_bM/s1600-h/DSCF0471.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SOIBNM1UmlI/AAAAAAAAAhw/taVDrB6C_bM/s320/DSCF0471.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251761441762220626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and angie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SOIAzzAxcWI/AAAAAAAAAgw/dPMTrCQo8ws/s1600-h/DSCF0466.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SOIAzzAxcWI/AAAAAAAAAgw/dPMTrCQo8ws/s320/DSCF0466.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251761005334196578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angie and ying ying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SOIA0LN6FbI/AAAAAAAAAg4/ZXEfefsvLNo/s1600-h/DSCF0467.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SOIA0LN6FbI/AAAAAAAAAg4/ZXEfefsvLNo/s320/DSCF0467.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251761011831739826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ec that monkey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SOIA0Bk6FyI/AAAAAAAAAhA/chi8C_z6Jys/s1600-h/DSCF0468.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SOIA0Bk6FyI/AAAAAAAAAhA/chi8C_z6Jys/s320/DSCF0468.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251761009243854626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Group photos 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SOIA0di8C5I/AAAAAAAAAhI/xIkHhv5Loig/s1600-h/DSCF0469.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SOIA0di8C5I/AAAAAAAAAhI/xIkHhv5Loig/s320/DSCF0469.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251761016751786898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Group photos before we leave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SOIA0rA4JvI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/0LcE94mNXYI/s1600-h/DSCF0470.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SOIA0rA4JvI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/0LcE94mNXYI/s320/DSCF0470.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251761020367021810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freda &lt;33&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SOH__EWe9tI/AAAAAAAAAgI/Dtz9lIYD3Qg/s1600-h/DSCF0461.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SOH__EWe9tI/AAAAAAAAAgI/Dtz9lIYD3Qg/s320/DSCF0461.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251760099455596242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PJR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SOH__vPHMpI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/Erwn4DdCmgg/s1600-h/DSCF0462.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SOH__vPHMpI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/Erwn4DdCmgg/s320/DSCF0462.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251760110967403154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ying ying (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SOH__oI5cmI/AAAAAAAAAgY/Hi0sRtRO_jo/s1600-h/DSCF0463.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SOH__oI5cmI/AAAAAAAAAgY/Hi0sRtRO_jo/s320/DSCF0463.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251760109062287970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na yilei &lt;3&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SOH__0NMWRI/AAAAAAAAAgg/6Vibibgt0zs/s1600-h/DSCF0464.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SOH__0NMWRI/AAAAAAAAAgg/6Vibibgt0zs/s320/DSCF0464.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251760112301529362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huiyi and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SOIAAXShTOI/AAAAAAAAAgo/X5Kh5028dlg/s1600-h/DSCF0465.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SOIAAXShTOI/AAAAAAAAAgo/X5Kh5028dlg/s320/DSCF0465.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251760121719114978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Couple =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SOH_cQzY24I/AAAAAAAAAfg/X0JTmr_bwcE/s1600-h/DSCF0440.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SOH_cQzY24I/AAAAAAAAAfg/X0JTmr_bwcE/s320/DSCF0440.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251759501502634882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;PJR and EC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SOH_cko29SI/AAAAAAAAAfw/9N7bGcoKjY4/s1600-h/DSCF0454.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SOH_cko29SI/AAAAAAAAAfw/9N7bGcoKjY4/s320/DSCF0454.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251759506827179298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Boyfriend (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SOH_c7unhUI/AAAAAAAAAf4/QVI-vuLF_rw/s1600-h/DSCF0457.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SOH_c7unhUI/AAAAAAAAAf4/QVI-vuLF_rw/s320/DSCF0457.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251759513025348930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Douglas perfect shot after two failure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SOH_dIxDXpI/AAAAAAAAAgA/kYWWqu-eZfs/s1600-h/DSCF0460.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SOH_dIxDXpI/AAAAAAAAAgA/kYWWqu-eZfs/s320/DSCF0460.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251759516525223570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Group photos with cake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SOH-6rzWAWI/AAAAAAAAAe4/KwkPlzAYsU0/s1600-h/DSCF0436.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SOH-6rzWAWI/AAAAAAAAAe4/KwkPlzAYsU0/s320/DSCF0436.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251758924634653026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Freda's photographic skill. Not bad ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SOH-7Koz_aI/AAAAAAAAAfA/5UZ_dB0mKAk/s1600-h/DSCF0447.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SOH-7Koz_aI/AAAAAAAAAfA/5UZ_dB0mKAk/s320/DSCF0447.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251758932911979938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ec and zhong wen , both my beloved (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SOH-7oGtlTI/AAAAAAAAAfI/yq4E_F_JJgY/s1600-h/DSCF0443.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SOH-7oGtlTI/AAAAAAAAAfI/yq4E_F_JJgY/s320/DSCF0443.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251758940822017330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ying2 and huiyi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SOH-8Oz9jnI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/ZWGDI6TIq1c/s1600-h/DSCF0442.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SOH-8Oz9jnI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/ZWGDI6TIq1c/s320/DSCF0442.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251758951212355186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kenny and freda =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SOH-8vZ-7uI/AAAAAAAAAfY/WM_2SYSFdgg/s1600-h/DSCF0441.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SOH-8vZ-7uI/AAAAAAAAAfY/WM_2SYSFdgg/s320/DSCF0441.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251758959961763554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Blow the candle hard !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SOH-Sl_ASQI/AAAAAAAAAeY/eOi0gwaIY5o/s1600-h/DSCF0434.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SOH-Sl_ASQI/AAAAAAAAAeY/eOi0gwaIY5o/s320/DSCF0434.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251758235878181122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SOH-Sl_ASQI/AAAAAAAAAeY/eOi0gwaIY5o/s1600-h/DSCF0434.JPG"&gt;Wishing hard&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SOH-SrnipzI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/GW96HR1buEk/s1600-h/DSCF0433.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SOH-SrnipzI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/GW96HR1buEk/s320/DSCF0433.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251758237390382898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Boys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SOH-SxeOEFI/AAAAAAAAAeg/lKdRMcPA_5s/s1600-h/DSCF0435.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SOH-SxeOEFI/AAAAAAAAAeg/lKdRMcPA_5s/s320/DSCF0435.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251758238961897554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Candle on the fire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SOH9s-Y4_XI/AAAAAAAAAdw/1y_gb_eSWkc/s1600-h/DSCF0429.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SOH9s-Y4_XI/AAAAAAAAAdw/1y_gb_eSWkc/s320/DSCF0429.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251757589594176882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Girlfriends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SOH9tmW83OI/AAAAAAAAAeI/A7yOsOoKzRg/s1600-h/DSCF0432.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SOH9tmW83OI/AAAAAAAAAeI/A7yOsOoKzRg/s320/DSCF0432.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251757600323460322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 years of sister bonds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SOH9tmQxhCI/AAAAAAAAAeA/VPOS5d8ou_8/s1600-h/DSCF0431.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SOH9tmQxhCI/AAAAAAAAAeA/VPOS5d8ou_8/s320/DSCF0431.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251757600297550882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My birthday cake ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SOH9tZOXuhI/AAAAAAAAAd4/kB0fzYQlQPQ/s1600-h/DSCF0430.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SOH9tZOXuhI/AAAAAAAAAd4/kB0fzYQlQPQ/s320/DSCF0430.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251757596797811218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the hell is laopo ec doing ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SOH75hyYviI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/wUrWVenSMV0/s1600-h/DSCF0420.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SOH75hyYviI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/wUrWVenSMV0/s320/DSCF0420.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251755606231531042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 person peeling a container of quail eggs ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SOH75Fk3RNI/AAAAAAAAAdA/2Wf0Fy7pRH0/s1600-h/DSCF0414.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SOH75Fk3RNI/AAAAAAAAAdA/2Wf0Fy7pRH0/s320/DSCF0414.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251755598658618578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Finish peeling quail egg :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SOH75a5zRwI/AAAAAAAAAdI/fFIubHbA53c/s1600-h/DSCF0418.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SOH75a5zRwI/AAAAAAAAAdI/fFIubHbA53c/s320/DSCF0418.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251755604383581954" border="0" /&gt;BBQ quail eggs&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SOIDmAUhRxI/AAAAAAAAAh4/ogRWVp_DWnM/s1600-h/DSCF0422.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SOIDmAUhRxI/AAAAAAAAAh4/ogRWVp_DWnM/s320/DSCF0422.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251764066923398930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Swimming (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SOH755kEImI/AAAAAAAAAdg/VysYG2Lx9Fw/s1600-h/DSCF0425.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SOH755kEImI/AAAAAAAAAdg/VysYG2Lx9Fw/s320/DSCF0425.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251755612613911138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SOH755kEImI/AAAAAAAAAdg/VysYG2Lx9Fw/s1600-h/DSCF0425.JPG"&gt;Nice effect&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SOH9szx-LeI/AAAAAAAAAdo/hyF9BUh9cjc/s1600-h/DSCF0426.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SOH9szx-LeI/AAAAAAAAAdo/hyF9BUh9cjc/s320/DSCF0426.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251757586746584546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Boyfriend and laopo ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SOH68LSxi2I/AAAAAAAAAcY/F_KP-gWDJYc/s1600-h/DSCF0398.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SOH68LSxi2I/AAAAAAAAAcY/F_KP-gWDJYc/s320/DSCF0398.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251754552221338466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fire started&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SOH68f-z4_I/AAAAAAAAAco/LxIGA9Lxwmw/s1600-h/DSCF0402.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SOH68f-z4_I/AAAAAAAAAco/LxIGA9Lxwmw/s320/DSCF0402.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251754557774750706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Preparations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SOH68FVWwZI/AAAAAAAAAcg/J8XRN4Pfk-M/s1600-h/DSCF0400.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SOH68FVWwZI/AAAAAAAAAcg/J8XRN4Pfk-M/s320/DSCF0400.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251754550621553042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Angie and her mum. Oh my, look at her puffer fish face ?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SOH68v1933I/AAAAAAAAAcw/eprZatwo63Y/s1600-h/DSCF0403.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SOH68v1933I/AAAAAAAAAcw/eprZatwo63Y/s320/DSCF0403.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251754562032623474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anna and Adrian (Angie's siblings)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SOH68oO0FuI/AAAAAAAAAc4/OasIG-5jvvk/s1600-h/DSCF0406.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SOH68oO0FuI/AAAAAAAAAc4/OasIG-5jvvk/s320/DSCF0406.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251754559989356258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1107514067845015249-5376894006363879236?l=love-in-the-past.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-in-the-past.blogspot.com/feeds/5376894006363879236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1107514067845015249&amp;postID=5376894006363879236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107514067845015249/posts/default/5376894006363879236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107514067845015249/posts/default/5376894006363879236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-in-the-past.blogspot.com/2008/09/birthday.html' title='birthday'/><author><name>xiaoying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00075575659647695478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SOIBMBSTenI/AAAAAAAAAhY/hkQLYhPn6Mk/s72-c/DSCF0474.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1107514067845015249.post-6352161822940675338</id><published>2008-09-27T22:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T02:59:27.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>highly recommended</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SN8a25FgZ1I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/Q6rSGelgwnQ/s1600-h/216339.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250945220876461906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 154px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 224px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="213" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SN8a25FgZ1I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/Q6rSGelgwnQ/s320/216339.jpeg" width="192" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I highly recommend you all to watch this show. Went to cine leisure to catch this movie last night after bathing at home. Was celebrating my birthday at &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;yilei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; condo, windermere in advance. Having a great night there bbq-ing and swimming. Thanks all for the great time. Thank you &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Angie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for all the preparation jobs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is quite a touching show. I cried watching the part that's going to end. The show comprise of laughing and touching moment. They end up knowing that forgive and forget is to settle a lot of probem. Watch it !!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Photos taken yestersday will be updated. I'm working. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I tend to miss your laughter, joke and care. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Wishing hard to see you, my dear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1107514067845015249-6352161822940675338?l=love-in-the-past.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-in-the-past.blogspot.com/feeds/6352161822940675338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1107514067845015249&amp;postID=6352161822940675338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107514067845015249/posts/default/6352161822940675338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107514067845015249/posts/default/6352161822940675338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-in-the-past.blogspot.com/2008/09/highly-recommended.html' title='highly recommended'/><author><name>xiaoying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00075575659647695478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SN8a25FgZ1I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/Q6rSGelgwnQ/s72-c/216339.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1107514067845015249.post-1010173592929649513</id><published>2008-09-26T06:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T23:16:35.101-07:00</updated><title type='text'>getting irritated</title><content type='html'>I'm getting so irritated by some one! Argh! I &lt;em&gt;hate people giving my number around like free flow.&lt;/em&gt; Keep disturbing me about my past, &lt;em&gt;HELLO, it's the past that i don't want to mention anymore.&lt;/em&gt; I maybe never change any better in my studies but i indeed changed in my character and personality. My reputation is not good in west side and yishun but i'm keeping a low profile now. Why do people still want to spread stupid rumour and to think that the person is someone i actually know for almost a year or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may be changing my number and restricted some &lt;em&gt;idiots&lt;/em&gt; from getting it. Sorry if some fews troublesome and you can dont bother calling me up for any events but i insist on changing. I just want a new life and maybe changing my name will make a better result to the things i want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulation for&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; Mr. Tang&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for getting his class 2 liscense. I'm happy for you, hope you can find someone to be your fillion and enjoy your life happily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People birthday are coming repaidly. Presents are wanted from me. :( Pocket getting a larger and larger hole. OMG !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having a BBQ tomorrow to celebrate my birthday that falls on 1st October. Thank for the organising people which are my close school friend. And lots of love for them. Photos will be uploaded asap for my celebration tomorrow. Hoping it will come soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1107514067845015249-1010173592929649513?l=love-in-the-past.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-in-the-past.blogspot.com/feeds/1010173592929649513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1107514067845015249&amp;postID=1010173592929649513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107514067845015249/posts/default/1010173592929649513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107514067845015249/posts/default/1010173592929649513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-in-the-past.blogspot.com/2008/09/getting-irritated.html' title='getting irritated'/><author><name>xiaoying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00075575659647695478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1107514067845015249.post-7863490894078527402</id><published>2008-09-17T11:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T23:17:55.068-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sentence of the day</title><content type='html'>18th September 08&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finished chatting over the phone, know the meaning of something and finally understand that things don't have to be show out, you will understand by feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;Past is something you have put down and let go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;Present is a gift from god that you are having now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;Future is something you are wishing for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things i learned for the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i feel that&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt; &lt;em&gt;being carried, treasure, cherish and love by someone you like is a happiness&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I'm enjoying the feeling now and wished that it will carry on. The happiness comes from deep inside my heart and will etched there as long as i live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SNFXoiLbetI/AAAAAAAAAZg/NXso8qCqee4/s1600-h/DSCF0244.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247071394744466130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SNFXoiLbetI/AAAAAAAAAZg/NXso8qCqee4/s320/DSCF0244.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SNFXpL5HVSI/AAAAAAAAAZo/y6mLLxSff-Q/s1600-h/DSCF0245.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247071405941937442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SNFXpL5HVSI/AAAAAAAAAZo/y6mLLxSff-Q/s320/DSCF0245.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SNFXpR9TUFI/AAAAAAAAAZw/3aWO2qOsLZw/s1600-h/DSCF0247.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247071407570112594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SNFXpR9TUFI/AAAAAAAAAZw/3aWO2qOsLZw/s320/DSCF0247.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/1107514067845015249-7863490894078527402?l=love-in-the-past.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-in-the-past.blogspot.com/feeds/7863490894078527402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1107514067845015249&amp;postID=7863490894078527402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107514067845015249/posts/default/7863490894078527402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107514067845015249/posts/default/7863490894078527402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-in-the-past.blogspot.com/2008/09/sentence-of-day.html' title='sentence of the day'/><author><name>xiaoying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00075575659647695478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SNFXoiLbetI/AAAAAAAAAZg/NXso8qCqee4/s72-c/DSCF0244.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1107514067845015249.post-4433451153890623922</id><published>2008-09-17T02:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T12:20:15.592-07:00</updated><title type='text'>swimming with shi</title><content type='html'>Went to swimming with shi at jurong. (: 16th September 08&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When we're dry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SNFW2Vf8YJI/AAAAAAAAAY4/gao7MpC0tDQ/s1600-h/DSCF0231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SNFW2Vf8YJI/AAAAAAAAAY4/gao7MpC0tDQ/s320/DSCF0231.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247070532347388050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm dry !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SNFW2m7H7DI/AAAAAAAAAZA/nPetZSt6N70/s1600-h/DSCF0234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SNFW2m7H7DI/AAAAAAAAAZA/nPetZSt6N70/s320/DSCF0234.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247070537024793650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SNFW3PiObKI/AAAAAAAAAZI/1qu6onYMLsM/s1600-h/DSCF0240.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SNFW3PiObKI/AAAAAAAAAZI/1qu6onYMLsM/s320/DSCF0240.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247070547926215842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reflections!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SNFW3T_Y76I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/dusFJNmHdZY/s1600-h/DSCF0237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SNFW3T_Y76I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/dusFJNmHdZY/s320/DSCF0237.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247070549122281378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This idiot came after we bath for an half hour of soaking in water. -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SNFW3kd40GI/AAAAAAAAAZY/F5YvtDrMvG0/s1600-h/DSCF0243.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SNFW3kd40GI/AAAAAAAAAZY/F5YvtDrMvG0/s320/DSCF0243.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247070553545166946" 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/1107514067845015249-4433451153890623922?l=love-in-the-past.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-in-the-past.blogspot.com/feeds/4433451153890623922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1107514067845015249&amp;postID=4433451153890623922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107514067845015249/posts/default/4433451153890623922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107514067845015249/posts/default/4433451153890623922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-in-the-past.blogspot.com/2008/09/swimming-with-shi.html' title='swimming with shi'/><author><name>xiaoying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00075575659647695478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SNFW2Vf8YJI/AAAAAAAAAY4/gao7MpC0tDQ/s72-c/DSCF0231.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1107514067845015249.post-3566235653158636308</id><published>2008-09-11T11:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T11:40:47.015-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='somehow he was in my mind'/><title type='text'>bugis</title><content type='html'>Went bugis that day for an interview, though i would success but still failed. Nevermind. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of sudden, nothing to do. Girl make a risk to cut her hair at the saloon third storey of bugis village. Things turned out fine, the hair stylist was cute and handsome, his skill wasn't bad too. :D Went to look for ah wei after that while waiting for three tortoises to come fetch us. Took some photos. Time to update some new photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Wasn't too bad, new image for her. (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244834029782352594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SMlkwwMOwtI/AAAAAAAAAXg/Iry8rROMvyA/s320/1_126498560m.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shi and wei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SMlkwJGJjDI/AAAAAAAAAXA/Ia1rnW8Ta80/s1600-h/1_132727263m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244834019287862322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SMlkwJGJjDI/AAAAAAAAAXA/Ia1rnW8Ta80/s320/1_132727263m.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and wei. First photo since we met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SMlkwcqgNrI/AAAAAAAAAXI/jPvGb6ziyfI/s1600-h/1_155343696m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244834024540616370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SMlkwcqgNrI/AAAAAAAAAXI/jPvGb6ziyfI/s320/1_155343696m.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Girl and me. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SMlkwSyOgLI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/uTD4H7JDIZQ/s1600-h/1_524609652m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244834021888655538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SMlkwSyOgLI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/uTD4H7JDIZQ/s320/1_524609652m.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;New photo of me. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SMlkwi2SUeI/AAAAAAAAAXY/b4mlav5_oTI/s1600-h/1_614166977m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244834026200650210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SMlkwi2SUeI/AAAAAAAAAXY/b4mlav5_oTI/s320/1_614166977m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And good night!!! On my way to lala land.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1107514067845015249-3566235653158636308?l=love-in-the-past.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-in-the-past.blogspot.com/feeds/3566235653158636308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1107514067845015249&amp;postID=3566235653158636308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107514067845015249/posts/default/3566235653158636308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107514067845015249/posts/default/3566235653158636308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-in-the-past.blogspot.com/2008/09/bugis.html' title='bugis'/><author><name>xiaoying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00075575659647695478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SMlkwwMOwtI/AAAAAAAAAXg/Iry8rROMvyA/s72-c/1_126498560m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1107514067845015249.post-3410098574617169575</id><published>2008-09-08T20:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T20:26:14.829-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Decision making</title><content type='html'>Decisions making period! That's why i don't enjoy changing boyfriend. :( Everything have to start from zero again. Bored! Why can't there be love that can last forever without changing?&lt;br /&gt;Now is not the time for relationship, confused. But i learned something from this, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FEELINGS ARE PRICELESS!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Stand in my shoe and maybe you'll understand.&lt;/span&gt; -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super expensive for tomorrow because i had to fork out six bucks if i don't attend my idiot school in the morning. Hand it over to my mum for free, easy money. -.-"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1107514067845015249-3410098574617169575?l=love-in-the-past.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-in-the-past.blogspot.com/feeds/3410098574617169575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1107514067845015249&amp;postID=3410098574617169575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107514067845015249/posts/default/3410098574617169575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107514067845015249/posts/default/3410098574617169575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-in-the-past.blogspot.com/2008/09/decision-making.html' title='Decision making'/><author><name>xiaoying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00075575659647695478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1107514067845015249.post-5604164247837276347</id><published>2008-08-04T08:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T08:49:00.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stitch comes true</title><content type='html'>I got my stitch after my post that night ! Haas ! I love baby , and my stitch (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Picture of stitch (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230688494124287218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SJcjeNcARPI/AAAAAAAAAWo/NmYVNToImeY/s320/Image006+(3).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dressed up for him before going out to watch movie with baby , &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;shi&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;shan&lt;/span&gt; . " Mummy 3 " , not a bad show but boring storyline . Whole day was taking public transport , no bike ! Went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Admiralty night market , eat and drink and shop . What i usually does (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Break for two days from school , no exam for the next two days , relax =DD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&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/1107514067845015249-5604164247837276347?l=love-in-the-past.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-in-the-past.blogspot.com/feeds/5604164247837276347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1107514067845015249&amp;postID=5604164247837276347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107514067845015249/posts/default/5604164247837276347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107514067845015249/posts/default/5604164247837276347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-in-the-past.blogspot.com/2008/08/stitch-comes-true.html' title='Stitch comes true'/><author><name>xiaoying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00075575659647695478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SJcjeNcARPI/AAAAAAAAAWo/NmYVNToImeY/s72-c/Image006+(3).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1107514067845015249.post-590271663086730861</id><published>2008-08-02T14:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T08:53:47.535-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Changing ..</title><content type='html'>Everything in my life is changing . So long never blog , many new fun in my life that i don't know where to start from . Went for a drink at boat quay today , photographer Xaniel promise to send me the photo in two days time , will be updated .&lt;br /&gt;I have really been a real good girl ! I went to school for my prelim , sleep every night at home . Super change in me . (: Time to chiooonngg for my O , just started . Stress for my O already , how i wish some one can provide me with the thing i want , just let me pass one night happily , but have to wait until a fucker birthday ! Grrgh !&lt;br /&gt;Went to mustafa shopping ! Pay still not transfer in , bored ! Saw a sticth i really love , just the right size , just the right texture , just what i love ! But a little bit too expensive , sians , if not i will bring it home immediately , no hestitating !!! &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230691066837782194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SJclz9iszrI/AAAAAAAAAW4/S-RO1Yq3M6Q/s320/Image001+(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230691061984525858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SJclzrdl_iI/AAAAAAAAAWw/SQHLixlDT2w/s320/Image000+(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting a new job too , same old line , different place . OCC at yishun , same banquet line , hope it would be better then the pines now . I hate the magnagement now , sucks ! Prefer to work under the lead of anthony better then now , at least it was relaxing =p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1107514067845015249-590271663086730861?l=love-in-the-past.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-in-the-past.blogspot.com/feeds/590271663086730861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1107514067845015249&amp;postID=590271663086730861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107514067845015249/posts/default/590271663086730861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107514067845015249/posts/default/590271663086730861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-in-the-past.blogspot.com/2008/08/changing.html' title='Changing ..'/><author><name>xiaoying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00075575659647695478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SJclz9iszrI/AAAAAAAAAW4/S-RO1Yq3M6Q/s72-c/Image001+(2).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1107514067845015249.post-8470350729016223639</id><published>2008-07-01T15:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T15:51:20.178-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Home sweet home ?</title><content type='html'>Home sweet home ?&lt;em&gt; I never complained that my home is not good , neither is my parents&lt;/em&gt; . They are giving me all the best they could . But i just cant stay at home , feeling &lt;em&gt;reckless&lt;/em&gt; ! Is it that my home is not good enough for me to stay put at or my parents are &lt;em&gt;irritating&lt;/em&gt; ? Sometimes i feel so but after all , they are still the ones i love most . Feeling hard to open my mouth and say "Sorry! I love you" to them . I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know what is stopping me from doing so . I admit that i was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;always&lt;/span&gt; so harsh to them when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;they&lt;/span&gt; are just trying to asked me to study well . Teacher said that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; smart . But the laziness of me pull me down . I always have the urge of really sit down and strive for a good result but something is stopping me from doing so . My human clock is going the &lt;em&gt;anti-clockwise&lt;/em&gt; direction . My face prove it , i been looking so tired all these while but i didn't notice it . My health is &lt;em&gt;falling&lt;/em&gt; , once again , due to lack of sleep . All this causes me unable to attend school . Just one full day of lesson already make me feel so sick ! I have the heart to study , but attending school daily with full attention is now beyond what i can do . Times and times of &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;dis encouragement&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; makes me feel so sick of going to school . I don't know when will my perseverence will run out and make me to quit school out of anger , I been stopping myself all these while , I don't want my effort to go into the drain . I know that i really changed and it's hard to change back . I feel that all i type may be rubbish to my parents as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; not proving it . But these are all out of my heart , &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; still &lt;em&gt;struggling&lt;/em&gt; ! &lt;strong&gt;I just wish to have a home that i can do whatever i like .&lt;/strong&gt; But it's not possible , &lt;strong&gt;never!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1107514067845015249-8470350729016223639?l=love-in-the-past.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-in-the-past.blogspot.com/feeds/8470350729016223639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1107514067845015249&amp;postID=8470350729016223639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107514067845015249/posts/default/8470350729016223639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107514067845015249/posts/default/8470350729016223639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-in-the-past.blogspot.com/2008/07/home-sweet-home.html' title='Home sweet home ?'/><author><name>xiaoying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00075575659647695478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1107514067845015249.post-4772590721500846192</id><published>2008-06-29T07:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T07:55:19.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Night lifes gone .</title><content type='html'>Been quite a long time since i last updated , but this update gonna be the last of the month . No more interesting night life for me . Because i was warned by my mummy not to get out of this house at night or i will pay for the consequences . Lalala .&lt;br /&gt;Back to a good school girl who lead a bored life everyday . T.T~&lt;br /&gt;Updating some other time with pictures . Bored !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1107514067845015249-4772590721500846192?l=love-in-the-past.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-in-the-past.blogspot.com/feeds/4772590721500846192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1107514067845015249&amp;postID=4772590721500846192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107514067845015249/posts/default/4772590721500846192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107514067845015249/posts/default/4772590721500846192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-in-the-past.blogspot.com/2008/06/night-lifes-gone.html' title='Night lifes gone .'/><author><name>xiaoying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00075575659647695478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1107514067845015249.post-4495061272781312173</id><published>2008-06-08T06:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T07:02:35.938-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another  "accident"</title><content type='html'>Kent Ridge Park is becoming my third home . I went there more then i went home . The trees there saw me more then my parent . Lol . There have become my bike training centre . I have instructor like my baby and ah james to guide me and slowly moving step forward into getting the bike lisence i wanted for . But there almost become my grave as one stupid motor ride up hill and i was in the opposite direction as him . He just purposely drive towards me and suddenly ride pass my side when i pull the brake . One of the bikes follow behind him still blow at me , can't they see that i don't have the lisence ?? What the ! Baby took the revenge and blow back at them . Gees :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind , i still wont give up (: See my skill of driving . 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My night life is super interesting ! Having many programme in one night . Went to Sakura with baby for my dinner , our dinner i mean . Had three rounds of food with table full each time . &lt;too&gt;but manage to .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;First round &gt;&lt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SEvUfiopPxI/AAAAAAAAAWA/8BvlRzOtbSw/s1600-h/Tw%C3%A8%C3%A8tyM%C3%B6m%C3%A8nt29.119.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209491032322424594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SEvUfiopPxI/AAAAAAAAAWA/8BvlRzOtbSw/s320/Tw%C3%A8%C3%A8tyM%C3%B6m%C3%A8nt29.119.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Second round &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SEvUT2qhdZI/AAAAAAAAAV4/RDtn8pR8sPs/s1600-h/Tw%C3%A8%C3%A8tyM%C3%B6m%C3%A8nt29.120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209490831540581778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SEvUT2qhdZI/AAAAAAAAAV4/RDtn8pR8sPs/s320/Tw%C3%A8%C3%A8tyM%C3%B6m%C3%A8nt29.120.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went down to &lt;em&gt;yishun&lt;/em&gt; to find my ex &lt;strong&gt;ahwei&lt;/strong&gt; (: Talking a lot of things about the past , it has been half year since i last saw him but only for like a hour or less because he has his thing to do and so do i . Receive calls from &lt;strong&gt;shi&lt;/strong&gt; , asking me to rush back to cck . Things will be enclosed ! :P Nothing happened . Continue for a rounding . Went to Pines to fetch &lt;strong&gt;Fred&lt;/strong&gt; , &lt;strong&gt;shi's&lt;/strong&gt; brother as he and ah &lt;strong&gt;james&lt;/strong&gt; are the &lt;em&gt;Sparkling boys&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;F*** buddy&lt;/em&gt; . They click real well (: Heard from him that the tip that night is 50 bucks per person ! Such a real pity i turned his offer off ! &lt;em&gt;Andrew and Andy&lt;/em&gt; , both driver was there . Get to sit in Andrew 's dad car , &lt;em&gt;Lexus&lt;/em&gt; , so comfortable . (: But i was still feeling cold ! Went to Changi village to see &lt;em&gt;ah gua&lt;/em&gt; again , got some pretty ass available for some desperate guy :D They are real pretty , no lies ! They ran down the road heading towards east coast park to test drive . I was in Andrew 's car and he hit a high speed of 240 km/h . But the car is too spacious so i dont feel any wind pressure . Down the road to a big carpark , trying to catch people doing business in car , James went missing . Leaving a message that he would be heading home , end up he was only playing catching with us , knew that ! I tries riding &lt;em&gt;Kawa&lt;/em&gt; there and trying to move one step further by kicking to gear 2 . Failed ! Headed over to &lt;em&gt;geylang&lt;/em&gt; for some dim sim and that the end of the &lt;em&gt;night&lt;/em&gt; or instead &lt;em&gt;morning&lt;/em&gt; i mean ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1107514067845015249-2857321865638593374?l=love-in-the-past.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-in-the-past.blogspot.com/feeds/2857321865638593374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1107514067845015249&amp;postID=2857321865638593374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107514067845015249/posts/default/2857321865638593374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107514067845015249/posts/default/2857321865638593374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-in-the-past.blogspot.com/2008/06/kent-ridge-park.html' title='Sakura'/><author><name>xiaoying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00075575659647695478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YYHSoqOP8t8/SEvUfiopPxI/AAAAAAAAAWA/8BvlRzOtbSw/s72-c/Tw%C3%A8%C3%A8tyM%C3%B6m%C3%A8nt29.119.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1107514067845015249.post-7277150476588413820</id><published>2008-06-01T15:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T15:38:49.077-07:00</updated><title type='text'>kawasaki</title><content type='html'>Yeah , but reached home after slacking at Kent Ridge park . Baby have to go collect his passport tomorrow so he's now taking a nap at my house . Just get to ride on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;em&gt;kawasaki&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for a few round at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;car park&lt;/span&gt; there ! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; also did it ! And she ride on SP too . I tried that before , fun riding bike ! My aim after 18 is to faster get a 2B &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;license&lt;/span&gt; and i hope that my first bike will be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;KAWA&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Hahahah&lt;/span&gt; ! Some how there is still the chance of accident riding bike , after hearing &lt;em&gt;James&lt;/em&gt; own experience . But he made what happened to be disgusting and frightening sound funny . Spend the whole night listening to his cock , blah blah blah . Times passes so fast , it's morning now . And the time i will be falling asleep too .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Baby&lt;/em&gt; , you will be having exam in the next two day time , i hope you can study well . I will be here encouraging you , morally and mentally . &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Jiayou&lt;/span&gt; baby ! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Iloveyou&lt;/span&gt; .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1107514067845015249-7277150476588413820?l=love-in-the-past.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-in-the-past.blogspot.com/feeds/7277150476588413820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1107514067845015249&amp;postID=7277150476588413820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107514067845015249/posts/default/7277150476588413820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107514067845015249/posts/default/7277150476588413820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-in-the-past.blogspot.com/2008/06/kawasaki.html' title='kawasaki'/><author><name>xiaoying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00075575659647695478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1107514067845015249.post-1142250884360875987</id><published>2008-05-27T07:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T07:45:47.574-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Answer the question'/><title type='text'>MT O level</title><content type='html'>Updating ! Baby keep rushing me to update . Baby , &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; sorry ! Sorry that i didn't accompany you to eat the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;bean curd&lt;/span&gt; today , we missed it yesterday , didn't manage to found the other shop at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;geylang&lt;/span&gt; . I will make it up for you okay ? I love you !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finished one subject out of seven subject , Chinese . When i was reading the passage , i found one sentence very meaningful . " People who are optimistic , see &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;success&lt;/span&gt; in their setback . People who are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;pessimistic&lt;/span&gt; , will see failure in their setback . " The question asked the meaning of the sentence , how would you answer ? I have translated it , so i want to see people's answer ? What's peoples ' opnion ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1107514067845015249-1142250884360875987?l=love-in-the-past.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-in-the-past.blogspot.com/feeds/1142250884360875987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1107514067845015249&amp;postID=1142250884360875987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107514067845015249/posts/default/1142250884360875987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107514067845015249/posts/default/1142250884360875987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-in-the-past.blogspot.com/2008/05/mt-o-level.html' title='MT O level'/><author><name>xiaoying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00075575659647695478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1107514067845015249.post-512757547804850927</id><published>2008-05-25T07:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T07:18:43.454-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last day before chinese O</title><content type='html'>Chinese O level will be in few more hours time , still enjoying myself now . Gonna chiong for the whole night . I think many of you will bah , JIAYOU ! Staying over at baby house to study with girl , shi . Spent my times with baby even until the last min before exam start , thanks for baby support , &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I LOVE YOU BABY ! &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/1107514067845015249-512757547804850927?l=love-in-the-past.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-in-the-past.blogspot.com/feeds/512757547804850927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1107514067845015249&amp;postID=512757547804850927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107514067845015249/posts/default/512757547804850927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107514067845015249/posts/default/512757547804850927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-in-the-past.blogspot.com/2008/05/last-day-before-chinese-o.html' title='Last day before chinese O'/><author><name>xiaoying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00075575659647695478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.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>
