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style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;whats the big deal with a wedding?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yes, whats the big deal? without much hesitation, i told him this, to start a family that you eventually need to have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the reason/ excuse that people usually use when asking about marriage, is no money. but to think about it, how much money do you need to get married? if youre talking about inviting the whole of your extended and extended family to a posh hotel for a 10 course dinner, yes, $$$ is all in the mind. but if youre talking of just a marriage for 2, i guess all you need to pay is just the registering?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT! back again, wedding is a lifetime event, who doesnt want to make it extravagant and memorable? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;besides the point, we are at this conversation is because my friend, Jem, got bombarded by when is he getting married during this festive period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY LUNAR NEW YEAR! :)&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/13327455-687884489297513431?l=myamelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myamelove.blogspot.com/feeds/687884489297513431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13327455&amp;postID=687884489297513431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13327455/posts/default/687884489297513431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13327455/posts/default/687884489297513431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myamelove.blogspot.com/2011/02/when-clock-is-ticking-away.html' title='when the clock is ticking away,'/><author><name>amelia.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13327455.post-5221299481078101327</id><published>2011-01-05T14:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T14:35:57.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>goodbye 2010, hello 2011!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you better be good 2011.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;embarking on the 5th day of 2011, ive to say that 2010 definitely past by like rocket. but im glad that happy times &gt; upset times. so many wonderful memories created for 2010. the best memory of 2010, the 1 month vacation to USA with moe. that was wonderful, marvelous.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13327455.post-7968382830826064123</id><published>2010-11-15T11:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T11:56:23.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>seems like yesterday,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that we fall in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think the wonder of google search is pretty amazing. not to say about trying to google like some medical term that we dont know and etc. but also to google names and the blog url appeared in the search engine! i always wonder who are those who actually google my name and tadah, youre right here reading my post. maybe you will want to say hi by commenting? ive got a sudden tinge about this because every time i check my counter, there will be link from google search of my name to here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway besides this, ive been really good! trying to adapt to the working life as much as possible. the waking up early is really not my forte but i guess i just have to keep going on till god knows how old. but so far so good, im enjoying my work and my colleagues are nice! environment is good, everything is good! in fact, i just came back from New Orleans last Saturday for work purposes. was there for the Halloween and i would say, whoa, definitely an eye opener!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there were so many first times ive experienced when im there;&lt;br /&gt;getting pick up from the airport to the hotel by limo,&lt;br /&gt;party van was our transportation to everywhere we go,&lt;br /&gt;attending meeting/ conference,&lt;br /&gt;experiencing the victory of Giants SF with so many fans around,&lt;br /&gt;and doing voluntary work overseas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;following the latter, we were there, doing corporate social responsibility by building houses for the victim of Hurricane Katrina which happened 5 years back. its probably the most memorable day for me because i learned how to do flooring right from the start. from laying of some sheets on the ground, to tiling to even sawing the tile so that it fits in nicely, i say we did a wonderful job. there were a couple of times we chipped off the wood while laying, but behind the back of our brain, 'this is our grandma house', we took out the whole tile and lay it all out again. its just a team effort. and if time permits in Feburary, i will want to do some voluntary work again the next time i head back. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13327455-7968382830826064123?l=myamelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myamelove.blogspot.com/feeds/7968382830826064123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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style="text-align: center;"&gt;to keep myself occupied, now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man, im like trying to keep my eyes open while yawning away in this cloudy (due to haze) day. honestly, its so hazy that i could smell the smoke when i left the house. mommy got me an air purifier and i think it helps. obviously she didnt buy cause of the haze but because my room is always dusty no matter how often i clean the room. before i digress, the air purifier is good! even moe doesnt sneeze in my room anymore. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;honestly, the purpose of me blogging is cause IM BORED. byebye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13327455-6769597388922950446?l=myamelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myamelove.blogspot.com/feeds/6769597388922950446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;seems like yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was looking through my facebook videos and were really entertained by them. and i was looking at one back in poly with my trm cohort, how i miss school (especially poly). poly life is like the best experience of my life. man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of that video, i was in short hair. and i thought to myself, why not try short hair again! so how people! should i? or should i not?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13327455-531157524225660374?l=myamelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myamelove.blogspot.com/feeds/531157524225660374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13327455&amp;postID=531157524225660374' title='1 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okay so far, more of like busy than anything else. having the sixth week ending soon, im slowly adapting the work hours. and all the work syndromes like monday blues, bla bla. especially when sunday ending soon, that sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i'll be heading to the states end of this month for work, some site inspection for an event in feb. so mixed feelings about going. but seems like ive got no choice. looking on the bright side, what are the chances that one can get to travel having only 2 months working experience. thats the only reason that is making me feel not that bad about the long flight hours.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13327455-4327079054889208456?l=myamelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myamelove.blogspot.com/feeds/4327079054889208456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;im excited for christmas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been working for the past 2 weeks and so far, so good. honestly, after i started working, i really appreciate TGIF and long weekends so much more. cant wait for Deepavali's arrival! and i miss my freedom days when i wake up and sleep whatever time i like. now, at about 11pm, i behave like one grumpy old woman who needs to sleep badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i caught going the distance with moe last thursday and i totally enjoyed the movie. it films mainly in New York and San Francisco and man, i really wish i could go back and wake up with a smile every morning then now, i wake up thinking, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;darn, i need to work later.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;okay, i think i shouldnt take things for granted. but still... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13327455-49715542937838780?l=myamelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myamelove.blogspot.com/feeds/49715542937838780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13327455&amp;postID=49715542937838780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13327455/posts/default/49715542937838780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13327455/posts/default/49715542937838780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myamelove.blogspot.com/2010/09/when-is-september-ending.html' title='when is september ending?'/><author><name>amelia.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13327455.post-3633004168549589765</id><published>2010-08-25T23:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T00:09:46.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>say bye to schools,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and hello to working world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the message from macro, RESULT OUT, is sent to my phone in the afternoon. and my fingers were trembling and heart beat really fast (no exaggerating) typing the candidate, student number and clicking on the date of birth. lastly, clicking on the view button, you know you have to face the reality to know your result.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so... i cleared all, attending my convocation next April. pretty mixed feelings in the sense that i know i will miss school life. the liberation of attending classes as and when i like. but of course not the times when exam dates draw so near and youve got problem breathing when stepping into the exam hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the work's confirmed and hello shenton way next week. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13327455-3633004168549589765?l=myamelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myamelove.blogspot.com/feeds/3633004168549589765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13327455&amp;postID=3633004168549589765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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really give a darn about in life, to be honest. they are there, just to make your life merrier. without them, you dont lose out as well. let's just say, they exist to choke up the number of friends you have in facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friends are important in every single one's life. i believe this is like the second phase of friendship, or maybe third. from strangers to acquaintances to friends, i believe fate play a part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moving on will be friends who you talk to, hang out with, or what many girls will name 'the bffs'. they constitute a big role in your life besides your family and the other half, isnt it? but what causes these people from strangers to acquaintances to friends to even closer friends important to you? lets put it this way, why you choose to hang out with them? is it because of the chemistry? or maybe some similar hobby? or umm, what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is definitely true to have a few close friends who know you inside out than to have a large group of bffs. what's more important is to have a genuine relationship with your close friends and support them when its needed and not bring them down. and of course, not to be two-sided and tell two different stories to A and B cause one day, the truth will unfold itself. therefore, i end this with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;honesty is always the best policy&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13327455-3617514573340023654?l=myamelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myamelove.blogspot.com/feeds/3617514573340023654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13327455&amp;postID=3617514573340023654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13327455/posts/default/3617514573340023654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13327455/posts/default/3617514573340023654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myamelove.blogspot.com/2010/08/disgusted-by-you.html' title='disgusted by you,'/><author><name>amelia.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13327455.post-1193791511992722602</id><published>2010-08-18T12:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T13:18:22.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>time goes too fast,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and i dont want to grow up yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D9itCaIPLTk/TGtoRrGaYsI/AAAAAAAAAaI/FOt0We0lAKI/s1600/IMG_5687.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D9itCaIPLTk/TGtoRrGaYsI/AAAAAAAAAaI/FOt0We0lAKI/s320/IMG_5687.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506609622227247810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;and so we're back from the one month vacation. everyone asked, how's the trip and to the obvious, it was awesomely fantastic to the extent of indescribable. both moe and me spent time on checking out what are the activities that are available in each state and im really elated that we are pretty good in planning this holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont want to go much into details of what we did in every city cause that would probably take me 50 years to do that and maybe 20 years for you to read and it can definitely get boring. have uploaded all the photos into facebook, so take a look over there! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now that im back for a week and ive kinda graduated (though results not known yet), its time to settle in and work. i should be starting work pretty soon at this corporate company and hopefully everything turns out to be good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and before i end off this post, i just want to thank everyone who make this vacation happens in every way, from all &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my wonderful relatives who gave me angbaos&lt;/span&gt;, and those &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;who text or facebook me in any way&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;brenda and rene who came to my house to pack my luggage for me, arnie and mellysia for taking us in, &lt;/span&gt;and to this most greatest gift of all, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;morgan yeo zhanyao &lt;/span&gt;for planning this holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks love for this lovely holiday and it definitely marks a memorable vacation with just you and me. as what we said, we expected lots of quarrels and arguments but every thing was great, (despite the part where we bickered over the weight of all the luggage and all).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for taking care of me and giving me the idea of "just buy la" when we do shopping over there and made me declare bankruptcy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for being you and my love and makes me grow to trust you more, believe in you more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i love you. &lt;/span&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/13327455-1193791511992722602?l=myamelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13327455.post-4796106711349271990</id><published>2010-08-04T18:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T18:35:47.349+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sing me a lullaby,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and you have my heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i lost count of which day it is now. part of me wants to get back to the arms of my motherland and next part of me want this vacation to prolong. mixed feelings are always to the minimal. but of course reality will set in soon which is back to Singapura! and i need to look for a full time job. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;been enjoying every single part of this vacation and it was definitely awesome to meet up with melly and get to know arnie more! i like how his family are so into boardgames and the feeling is great when family gets together not only for dinner and drinks but also sit in to play games like cranium! hopefully they will have a Singapore version soon or something! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;was in Vegas 2 days ago and i love the city that literally is awake 24/7 with people walking down the street even in the middle of mid night! an awesome place except for the weather! grand canyon was breath-taking as well!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we drove from Vegas to LA after 4 nights in Vegas and the drive was about 3 hours plus? it sounds easy to drive for 3 hours but a long boring stretch of straight road can be really draining especially when the both of us always fall asleep when taking long drive! cant imagine how it'll be when we drive to San Francisco in 2 days time! said to be 6 hours. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13327455.post-4469668237736249632</id><published>2010-07-26T12:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T12:49:59.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dedication to my one and only,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15.6px; "&gt;MELISSA TAN QIHUI!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thanks for being the tour guide, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;taking us around in Orlando.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thanks for the time taken,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to bring us around to magical places.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thanks for the effort,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to make my lodging at your place such a great one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thanks for the countless driving trips,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to send us to places that we are going.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thanks for spending time with us,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;though you dont have to do shopping at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thanks for getting tan lines,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when you walked around the outlets with me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there are so many thanks and this can go on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all in all, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just know that im really grateful for you and totally appreciate all that youve done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;come back Singapore and you can stay with me. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;of course, thank you very much Arnie too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;i love you melissa tan qihui! :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13327455.post-5168022965277734894</id><published>2010-07-25T15:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T15:13:42.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ignorance is bliss,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15.6px; "&gt;it really is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;due to the long hours of sleep in Fort Lauderdale for the past 2 days results in the 306am already and im still awake syndrome. man...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway, days in Orlando are really great so far. we just had a road trip to Fort Lauderdale and Miami before going to the Asian Market to get the ingredients for hot pot aka steamboat. honestly, i cant say how much i appreciate chili sauce right now cause all they provide is ketchup! man...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we visited a couple of parks which include the Magic Kingdom, Disney's Hollywood Studio and Universal Studio! Magic Kingdom whoa-ed me and kinda brought me back to the childhood times with Mickey Mouse and the princesses. Hollywood Studio was amazing especially with the American Idol Studio. visited the Harry Potter in Universal Studio and we had butterbeer! going to Epcot and Animal Kingdom this coming week! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and for tomorrow, we're heading for some shopping time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13327455-5168022965277734894?l=myamelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myamelove.blogspot.com/feeds/5168022965277734894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13327455&amp;postID=5168022965277734894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13327455/posts/default/5168022965277734894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13327455/posts/default/5168022965277734894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myamelove.blogspot.com/2010/07/ignorance-is-bliss.html' title='ignorance is bliss,'/><author><name>amelia.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13327455.post-3043976116376421759</id><published>2010-07-17T16:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T16:12:15.231+08:00</updated><title type='text'>greetings from NYC!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15.8333px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;hello, how are you!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15.8333px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;i must say that their service is really good so far that ive been here. anyway, im leaving NYC to Orlando in 11 hours time! hello melissa tan qihui! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;anyway, the first day i reached here, i went to the times square and met up with lilitang and mark. after that was heading back to the hotel cause we were really exhausted from the 23 hours of flight. its really sickening. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;and second day, it rained non stop and despite that, we proceed with our plan to visit the Statue of Liberty and tour around NYC in this open-top bus. we visited a couple of awesome places and went to Macy's, the biggest mall in NY? i think so. hahaha. then had dinner at red lobster. its over-rated. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;the third day! got up real early for a tour to niagara falls and thousand island. what can i say about these 2 attractions? they are simply magnificent, or maybe magnificent is even an understatement. its like power-fully power that sort. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;and today, we went to woodbury for some shopping time from 10am to 630pm NON STOP! how crazy can that get. and my legs are feeling so sore now. cause after that, we walked around times square before coming back to the hotel to drop our buys and head out to rockefeller centre! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;i want to upload the photos soon! but probably to facebook. so look out! its 4am here. heading to bed in a while. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13327455-3043976116376421759?l=myamelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myamelove.blogspot.com/feeds/3043976116376421759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13327455&amp;postID=3043976116376421759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13327455/posts/default/3043976116376421759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13327455/posts/default/3043976116376421759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myamelove.blogspot.com/2010/07/greetings-from-nyc.html' title='greetings from NYC!'/><author><name>amelia.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13327455.post-1578942222555724039</id><published>2010-07-11T14:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T14:21:37.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'>today's the day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and im all set to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luggage... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;checked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;passport&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;... checked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;currency&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;... checked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;excitement&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;... ALL CHECKED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;if not for brenda and rene yesterday, i would have be the craziest woman ever for the night. my luggage was pretty much empty when i reached home about 10pm yesterday. thought packing was easy, just dump the things in and i can go! but &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hell &lt;/span&gt;no, it was like i have to remember to bring along the miscellaneous like maybe extra watch or something. and the best thing was, i nearly forgot to print all the confirmation which includes my e-ticketing and my Broadway ticket!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gonna be away for a month seems long, but i believe its still not enough. first stop: New York City.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have to get back to see if everything's with me. and brenda, rene, it was great having you girlies around over at mine! the part where you girls packed my clothes was really hilarious!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;they actually open my wardrobe and brought out all the clothes that they think i will wear and i could hear their gigglings with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"i think she will wear this, always see her wear this, yeah just take this and she will wear..." &lt;/span&gt;that sort of stuff when i was on the phone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;love you both and miss you pohy and hello melly! :)&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13327455-1578942222555724039?l=myamelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myamelove.blogspot.com/feeds/1578942222555724039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13327455&amp;postID=1578942222555724039' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13327455/posts/default/1578942222555724039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13327455/posts/default/1578942222555724039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myamelove.blogspot.com/2010/07/todays-day.html' title='today&apos;s the day!'/><author><name>amelia.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13327455.post-4871035343038242847</id><published>2010-06-30T22:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T22:24:46.331+08:00</updated><title type='text'>11 more days to go///</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;///wheeeeeeeeeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;these days were world cup fever baby. the staying up and sleeping in is making me adapting to the States time which is good! so exciting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met up with the poly clique on Tuesday at Central and yongjie was actually saying that last time their conversation was about soccer and maybe some rubbish but now though rubbish's still included, they conversed more about work and future. seems like time is catching up and we have all grow up! it was really sweet to see everyone again though pohy wasnt there and rongde came late. the next gathering with everyone will probably in November when Brenda's back...&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/13327455-4871035343038242847?l=myamelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myamelove.blogspot.com/feeds/4871035343038242847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13327455&amp;postID=4871035343038242847' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13327455/posts/default/4871035343038242847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13327455/posts/default/4871035343038242847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myamelove.blogspot.com/2010/06/11-more-days-to-go.html' title='11 more days to go///'/><author><name>amelia.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13327455.post-3016862089677997712</id><published>2010-06-25T01:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T01:53:44.639+08:00</updated><title type='text'>its a small world after all!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the world really does go round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while waiting for the 230am game to kick off, im just gonna blog! met up with Brenda today and it was fruitful! managed to complete an assignment and we were both elated about the outcome! simple and marvellous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam came over as well and we caught the Italy game. it was to much disappointment but oh well, nothing much could be done. and after both of them left, my mom was high on wine and she made Precelia, my baby sister, and me to finish one bottle of wine with her! she was darn hilarious, and she made me finished one cup at one go! three cups at three go and, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;go &lt;/span&gt;she is, went to bed already! Precelia also knocked off already! lousy drinkers they are. victory belongs to me! HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, good game later Netherlands! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13327455-3016862089677997712?l=myamelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myamelove.blogspot.com/feeds/3016862089677997712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13327455&amp;postID=3016862089677997712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13327455/posts/default/3016862089677997712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13327455/posts/default/3016862089677997712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myamelove.blogspot.com/2010/06/its-small-world-after-all.html' title='its a small world after all!'/><author><name>amelia.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13327455.post-8092305980207162401</id><published>2010-06-21T21:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T22:46:38.548+08:00</updated><title type='text'>island of sun, people,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;MOSQUITOES. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was back from Phuket last Tuesday midnight. it was a 3 days 3 nights affair with moe and his family. we reached Phuket at about 9 plus on Saturday night and headed to the hotel to drop off the luggage before visiting the happening town of Patong Beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so first day, Sunday, his dad rented a car and we drove around Phuket. played paintball, ATV, visit the Big Buddha, view sunset, dinner, massage. thats about the summing up of the whole of Sunday. we reached back hotel about 2am Phuket time and we had to get up at 7am for Monday's activity!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D9itCaIPLTk/TB9wThihEaI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/fAhsYnV_cFc/s1600/IMG_2730.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D9itCaIPLTk/TB9wThihEaI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/fAhsYnV_cFc/s320/IMG_2730.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485226351883522466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D9itCaIPLTk/TB9wTDTk8OI/AAAAAAAAAZw/nOJlRDDuKDM/s1600/IMG_2641.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D9itCaIPLTk/TB9wTDTk8OI/AAAAAAAAAZw/nOJlRDDuKDM/s320/IMG_2641.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485226343767797986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D9itCaIPLTk/TB9wTwx22CI/AAAAAAAAAaA/hefps0w3CSU/s1600/IMG_2763.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D9itCaIPLTk/TB9wTwx22CI/AAAAAAAAAaA/hefps0w3CSU/s320/IMG_2763.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485226355974395938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my terrible bruises from paintball. but to my surprise, it heals faster than i expect!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, Monday was taking the speedboat to snorkel, visiting a couple of beaches and massage yet again! we had dinner at this really splendid place. it the highest hotel in Phuket and we were at the highest level having dinner. and it definitely feel luxurious cause we've got the whole area by ourselves. it was really cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Tuesday, the last day, we went for some monkey cave, water rafting, elephant trekking! water rafting was so fun that i dont mind going for the 9km over the 5km!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all in all, it was an enjoyable time in Phuket with them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/13327455-8092305980207162401?l=myamelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myamelove.blogspot.com/feeds/8092305980207162401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13327455&amp;postID=8092305980207162401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13327455/posts/default/8092305980207162401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13327455/posts/default/8092305980207162401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myamelove.blogspot.com/2010/06/island-of-sun-people.html' title='island of sun, people,'/><author><name>amelia.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D9itCaIPLTk/TB9wThihEaI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/fAhsYnV_cFc/s72-c/IMG_2730.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13327455.post-3559657747875217013</id><published>2010-06-07T16:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T17:04:01.334+08:00</updated><title type='text'>getting all hyed up for,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;empire state of &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;mine!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;was checking of all the what-to-dos in the respective country im going, and im all so ready to fly! ive booked the air tickets to the States 2 weeks back and hasnt been doing much planning since then since i still have about a month more before im heading there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but just now, after wii-ing and watching the beginning of a movie, i fell asleep and was awaken by phone call, i went googling on the places to visit in NYC, LAX and SFO! cant wait for 12th July's arrival but the only thing im not looking forward to is the long flight hours and the 2 transits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;besides that, im heading to Phuket this coming Saturday to Tuesday! :)&lt;br /&gt;dearest &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sun&lt;/span&gt;, please stay lovely over there and chase away your enemy, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rain, &lt;/span&gt;for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/13327455-3559657747875217013?l=myamelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myamelove.blogspot.com/feeds/3559657747875217013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13327455&amp;postID=3559657747875217013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13327455/posts/default/3559657747875217013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13327455/posts/default/3559657747875217013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myamelove.blogspot.com/2010/06/getting-all-hyed-up-for.html' title='getting all hyed up for,'/><author><name>amelia.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13327455.post-373966161853395863</id><published>2010-06-07T00:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T00:26:38.022+08:00</updated><title type='text'>everything happens for a reason</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so does meeting you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;im feeling really grouchy now; due to the lack of sleep last night. sometimes, i really just hate the fact that im such a light sleeper. RAH-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, yesterday was a surprise birthday for my baby sister. i planned with one of her girlfriends for quite sometime back and was elated that the surprise was a huge success. i hope she enjoyed herself despite the sleepless night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, was just thinking. do you believe everything happens for a reason? i highly think that every single thing happens for a good darn reason. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yes, they do. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/13327455-373966161853395863?l=myamelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myamelove.blogspot.com/feeds/373966161853395863/comments/default' title='Post 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took my smile away,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;forgive sounds good,&lt;br /&gt;forget im not sure i could,&lt;br /&gt;they say time heals everything,&lt;br /&gt;im still waiting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;such lovely yet subtle lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, its easier said than done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13327455-1753799821847363475?l=myamelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myamelove.blogspot.com/feeds/1753799821847363475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13327455&amp;postID=1753799821847363475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13327455/posts/default/1753799821847363475'/><link 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apparently her husband got to know his scandals through the networking website. how horrendous that sounds, which makes marriage, or rather love, seems so weakened out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, what's the most important element you think it is in a relationship? love? trust? what? it just has to be lust.&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/13327455-6162902631928556553?l=myamelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myamelove.blogspot.com/feeds/6162902631928556553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13327455&amp;postID=6162902631928556553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13327455/posts/default/6162902631928556553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13327455/posts/default/6162902631928556553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myamelove.blogspot.com/2010/06/leopard-never-changes-its-spots.html' title='a leopard never changes its spots,'/><author><name>amelia.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13327455.post-9127080654126741275</id><published>2010-06-01T00:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T00:33:24.815+08:00</updated><title type='text'>to continue on with the second post,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;wedding is awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the  wedding dinner was held at Shangri-la, Singapore last Saturday. before going into the detail of the dinner itself, here's a picture of the car that Dex fetched the bride, Pat with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;photos are with credits to Douglas, a really professional photographer. just look at the photos and you know. :) &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D9itCaIPLTk/TAPhfcsE99I/AAAAAAAAAZY/7GNOdmcgDSI/s1600/car.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 177px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D9itCaIPLTk/TAPhfcsE99I/AAAAAAAAAZY/7GNOdmcgDSI/s320/car.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477469502205917138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;them with six Harleys' escorting them to and fro. wonderful sight especially the attention it drew. it was perfect for just the two of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moving on to the wedding dinner, i reached at the hotel at 4-ish and was waiting for some rehearsals on a dance that the brothers and sisters have to do. so we all had fun and laughter while trying to get a hang on how the dance steps gonna be and stuff. and at 6pm, we went for the solemnization held at one of the function rooms in Shang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the vows exchanged were indeed heartwarming and really, what a perfect couple they are. after solemnization, we went back to the ballroom to practise our dance moves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's the interesting and highlight of the night, the couple came in on Harley at the second march in and it definitely wow-ed many especially with the loud vroom vroom. dj played the music and the bride and groom danced their way to the stage, followed by all the brothers and sister. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D9itCaIPLTk/TAPhgs0BuOI/AAAAAAAAAZo/yH2CV7gDFTE/s1600/harley.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 178px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D9itCaIPLTk/TAPhgs0BuOI/AAAAAAAAAZo/yH2CV7gDFTE/s320/harley.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477469523714095330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D9itCaIPLTk/TAPhgXUAHxI/AAAAAAAAAZg/yGpdmEJ2h68/s1600/dance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 182px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D9itCaIPLTk/TAPhgXUAHxI/AAAAAAAAAZg/yGpdmEJ2h68/s320/dance.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477469517942628114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;though we didnt really remember or rather follow the steps that we were supposed to be doing, it was so fun that everyone just let down their hair and sashay to the beat. how cool that was for it to happen on a wedding dinner right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;honestly, it was the best wedding dinner experience for me and have so much loving fun time honeymoon-ing dearest both you! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13327455-9127080654126741275?l=myamelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myamelove.blogspot.com/feeds/9127080654126741275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13327455&amp;postID=9127080654126741275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13327455/posts/default/9127080654126741275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13327455/posts/default/9127080654126741275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myamelove.blogspot.com/2010/06/to-continue-on-with-second-post.html' title='to continue on with the second post,'/><author><name>amelia.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D9itCaIPLTk/TAPhfcsE99I/AAAAAAAAAZY/7GNOdmcgDSI/s72-c/car.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13327455.post-2039264216685412746</id><published>2010-05-28T17:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T17:49:36.998+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the perfect wedding,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;is when you both are so in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;kinda just came back from my dearest Pat's chinese wedding ceremony where there are sisters dressing in blue, and the men doing the gate crashing stuff. everything was so cool. the beautiful bride being her true self, was perspiring that much when the groom drove on their convertible car. it was such a heartwarming moment at when her dad was talking to Dex and Pat over the tea ceremony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its my first friend's wedding, and yes, im expecting more to come as age is increasing for everyone. im really happy that she found him and everlasting love dearest. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D9itCaIPLTk/S_-RdlJFMLI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/BCxso-oh6AI/s1600/IMG_2383.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D9itCaIPLTk/S_-RdlJFMLI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/BCxso-oh6AI/s320/IMG_2383.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476255609278247090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/13327455-2039264216685412746?l=myamelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myamelove.blogspot.com/feeds/2039264216685412746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13327455&amp;postID=2039264216685412746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13327455/posts/default/2039264216685412746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13327455/posts/default/2039264216685412746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myamelove.blogspot.com/2010/05/perfect-wedding.html' title='the perfect wedding,'/><author><name>amelia.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D9itCaIPLTk/S_-RdlJFMLI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/BCxso-oh6AI/s72-c/IMG_2383.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13327455.post-733668106476854464</id><published>2010-05-25T18:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T18:35:37.487+08:00</updated><title type='text'>liberation always feels so good,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i hope it wont come to an end soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;its been a long while people! i wonder who still visit this blog of mine. anyway, exams are over for me! literally all over for the rest of my life, unless i do my masters, which is 0.01%, though i dont really want to settle down and job hunt yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exams ended a week ago and honestly, i still dont have the feeling of yay-my-exams-are-over-sort. i still wake up rather early, 10 - 11 plus, get busy with i really dont know what. and yeah, ive been planning on the States trip with moeyeo. we kinda finalised like where to go and stuff. so just got to book the air tickets and everything will be good to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so stay tune for the next post, which will be soon i hope. heh. :)&lt;br /&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/13327455-733668106476854464?l=myamelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myamelove.blogspot.com/feeds/733668106476854464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13327455&amp;postID=733668106476854464' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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with table layout, with piles of notes almost flying everywhere if the fan is on. so sucky, but what to do, life goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life has been really good so far. movies almost every Friday. the latest one, alice in wonderland. not too bad, i feel. wants to watch hurt locker, pretty badly, since only 1 movie time slot is available everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;besides all these entertainment, the haze is really bad. the moment i get out of my room, i can feel something annoying hit into my nose. the burning smell's really strong, or maybe to me only since ive got pretty sensitive nose.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13327455-814425154459174063?l=myamelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myamelove.blogspot.com/feeds/814425154459174063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13327455&amp;postID=814425154459174063' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13327455/posts/default/814425154459174063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13327455/posts/default/814425154459174063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myamelove.blogspot.com/2010/03/with-all-butterflies.html' title='with all the butterflies,'/><author><name>amelia.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13327455.post-4098228332363888542</id><published>2010-02-25T23:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T23:11:04.792+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i can be your hero, babyyyyyyyyyyyy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;i can kiss away the pain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's on my mind now was something i discussed with moe earlier on. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;do guys give in to girls most of the time?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; as in they obliged to whatever the girls asked them to do just because they are girls? ummmmmm..............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;myself, i would rather guys be more honest to themselves, in the sense if they dont really want to do it, they shouldnt agree with the girl to do a certain task. why should guys do it honestly? if you dont feel comfortable, dont do it, dumbells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to get back to notes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13327455-4098228332363888542?l=myamelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13327455.post-260791007652954373</id><published>2010-02-17T23:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T23:38:31.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>more than words can say</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;its the Chinese New Year period, &lt;em&gt;again&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;it has been my favourite festival, not really due to the angbaos collecting but also i adore the atmosphere thats in the air. like generally people buy new clothes, and stock up some Chinese New Year snacks like pineapple tarts, love letters, etc... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;though this year is a little different with no house visitings with oranges and trying to forbid to say gongxifacai, it's good so far. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i give myself this week off from studying before engine needs to get started again next week. and true enough, people say once you hit a 2 in front of your age, time seems to pass by like no tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;to end it off, hope ya'll have good time collecting angbaos, like I did! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439235699225000786" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D9itCaIPLTk/S3wMDNXt-1I/AAAAAAAAAZI/C0wpTMADIfo/s320/IMG_0819.JPG" /&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/13327455-260791007652954373?l=myamelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myamelove.blogspot.com/feeds/260791007652954373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13327455&amp;postID=260791007652954373' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13327455/posts/default/260791007652954373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13327455/posts/default/260791007652954373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myamelove.blogspot.com/2010/02/more-than-words-can-say.html' title='more than words can say'/><author><name>amelia.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D9itCaIPLTk/S3wMDNXt-1I/AAAAAAAAAZI/C0wpTMADIfo/s72-c/IMG_0819.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13327455.post-957381975097607433</id><published>2010-02-05T00:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T00:11:22.434+08:00</updated><title type='text'>everything's fine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;for real?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went school at 1 to study and it was wonderful. though didnt do much of studying, but the thought of me hardworking enough to go school early with the intention to study and attending a 7pm to 10pm class was truly an achievement. &lt;em&gt;expecting some applause people.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, dearest BrendaChooYiZhen is really sweet enough to give me a call asking if i want Macs for dinner, knowing that im studying in school. and the sweetest thing was thought she'd probably give me a ring to ask me pick up from the carpark or stuff, she actually called and asked my location cause she parked her car and walked over to look for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was really touched and thanks to her, ive got a satisfying dinner before class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks so much dearest! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13327455-957381975097607433?l=myamelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myamelove.blogspot.com/feeds/957381975097607433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13327455&amp;postID=957381975097607433' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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mine actually said everyday should be the love day, which is true. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13327455-5505491270491371454?l=myamelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myamelove.blogspot.com/feeds/5505491270491371454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13327455&amp;postID=5505491270491371454' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13327455/posts/default/5505491270491371454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13327455/posts/default/5505491270491371454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myamelove.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-must-mention-this.html' title='i must mention this,'/><author><name>amelia.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13327455.post-6398886144543395636</id><published>2010-02-02T18:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T18:15:52.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>take time to realise,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;that i am on &lt;em&gt;your side&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;studying in school was pretty effective though the sleepy air in student lounge's like polluting my brain telling the cells to stop working. so pending on the mood, i was studying chapter 3 of my management science methods. wanted to move on to chapter 4, but engine just couldnt get started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trying to hit my own sudoku record on sj's phone till my stomach decided to growl and we went for lunch in the smelly canteen. anyway, thats not the point. the point is im pretty lost now. pull me out of this situation soon please someone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13327455-6398886144543395636?l=myamelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myamelove.blogspot.com/feeds/6398886144543395636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13327455&amp;postID=6398886144543395636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13327455/posts/default/6398886144543395636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13327455/posts/default/6398886144543395636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myamelove.blogspot.com/2010/02/take-time-to-realise.html' title='take time to realise,'/><author><name>amelia.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13327455.post-7787638106532291571</id><published>2010-01-31T16:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T16:16:56.039+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the meaning of life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;is nothing compare to the meaning of live.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;under normal circumstance, i should be idling time with moemoe now, probably watching him playing soccer, which he's doing now. but feeling pretty lazy and stomach's not that well, i stayed at his room, doing tv surfing and using his really old&amp;amp;slow laptop. but his mom is really sweet to check me out knowing that im having stomach upset. and seeing me using the laptop on my lap, she brought a foldable table up and fix it for me. sweet gestures like that make me :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched hachiko yesterday with brenda and rene. the two silly girlies were sniffing away and at the end of the movie, brenda was commenting that im heartless cause i didnt cry. and i told them the skills of tearing and yet not smudging my non waterproof mascara which resulted that it seems like i never tear but of course i did. it was really touching i feel, seeing the dog waited patiently for its deceased owner to be back. wait and wait, it lasted 9 years for him. certainly a movie that's worth watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the two girlies accompanied me to carls jr at ecp as moemoe was out having dinner with his friends. talked about this and that and this and that, and time was 2ish. brenda sent me back to moe's place and i slept at 3ish. and now, looking at the sky outside, i was supposed to study which i brought over. but i brought the wrong set of notes which ive kinda make notes already. so good game, let's hope there's nice show on tv soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13327455-7787638106532291571?l=myamelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myamelove.blogspot.com/feeds/7787638106532291571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13327455&amp;postID=7787638106532291571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13327455/posts/default/7787638106532291571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13327455/posts/default/7787638106532291571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myamelove.blogspot.com/2010/01/meaning-of-life.html' title='the meaning of life'/><author><name>amelia.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13327455.post-1713432112512733282</id><published>2010-01-28T00:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T00:48:11.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>every dark cloud has a silver lining</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;constructive thoughts can turn away the negatives&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;did the eRevision in school, in the middle of my marketing class. i thought the timetable is pretty good with only 2 classes on Sunday and 1 class on public holiday. but to happen when i jotted down into my organiser, ive got 830am to 10pm class on &lt;strong&gt;my birthday&lt;/strong&gt;. how fun can that be. so exciting to spend 14 hours in school on that day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;anyway, as what my title illustrates, maybe i can seek joy in the midst of lesson. like how important the class is or like how attentive i'll be on my birthday and bla bla bla. so, whatever that is, just suck thumb. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;pretty look forward to the following days. meeting the girls up for dinner tomorrow and meeting the sun on friday at Sentosa. cool stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13327455-1713432112512733282?l=myamelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myamelove.blogspot.com/feeds/1713432112512733282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13327455&amp;postID=1713432112512733282' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13327455/posts/default/1713432112512733282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13327455/posts/default/1713432112512733282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myamelove.blogspot.com/2010/01/every-dark-cloud-has-silver-lining.html' title='every dark cloud has a silver lining'/><author><name>amelia.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13327455.post-2813689908096938815</id><published>2010-01-25T21:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T21:25:30.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>star-crossed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;no one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weekend had been wonderful. caught legion on Friday night, didnt know much about the movie before getting the tickets. it's all right to me but to the boys, it was an okay movie; not fantastic. went over to TGIFridays for drinks and i must really say the servers are all really enthusiastic. and Saturday was watching the blind side. Sandra Bullock truly deserves the award she got recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 more weeks to Chinese New Year, people. my favourite festival but this year gonna be a dull one. 2011 Chinese New Year faster come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps; im missing my boyfriend. he has duty every day this week from 3am to 3pm. weekend better be here soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13327455-2813689908096938815?l=myamelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myamelove.blogspot.com/feeds/2813689908096938815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13327455&amp;postID=2813689908096938815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13327455/posts/default/2813689908096938815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13327455/posts/default/2813689908096938815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myamelove.blogspot.com/2010/01/star-crossed.html' title='star-crossed'/><author><name>amelia.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13327455.post-4207358638206249721</id><published>2010-01-22T14:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T14:11:38.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the biggest loser.</title><content type='html'>i just have to on my laptop to blog about how touched i was while watching this hallmark channel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this episode's about this 3 teams competing. they have to set the time which they think they can conquer running up and down the hill which was honestly rocky and yadayada. this might sound silly but when i saw this lady fell when running down the slope and she picked herself up, i could feel for her and i started to feel tears were there. i thought that was really brave despite the cuts and bruises she get. though they didnt beat the time they set, it was really courageous of them with not giving up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man, im just thinking, i need to do something brave.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13327455-4207358638206249721?l=myamelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myamelove.blogspot.com/feeds/4207358638206249721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13327455&amp;postID=4207358638206249721' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhow, this is the first time of this year i actually visited here, and to realise that there is a comment for the previous entry. it was a rather sweet comment i thought which kind of makes me start doing this random blog entry again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so no more to 2009 but heyheyyouyou to 2010. last year was good, but i hope for a better year. so far so good, and im anticipating chinese new year. umm, i probably will blog more when ive got some ideas of what to say. &lt;em&gt;but i wonder who's still following this seldom-update-blog-of-mine.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i need a getaway. real badly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13327455-3361900366557248868?l=myamelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myamelove.blogspot.com/feeds/3361900366557248868/comments/default' title='Post 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greatest,</title><content type='html'>he knows im hungry cause i didnt get dinner earlier on,&lt;br /&gt;and he offered to make me maggi mee.&lt;br /&gt;(nothing special, just maggi mee,&lt;br /&gt;but hey, its the thought that counts.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he asked if i want egg in the maggi and yes i want!&lt;br /&gt;he asked if i want prickled lettuce and yes i want!&lt;br /&gt;after cooking, he was telling me not to break the half boiled egg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trying to be funny, i actually said i dont like half boiled egg but 3/4 boiled egg.&lt;br /&gt;thinking he wont reply cause it's really lame,&lt;br /&gt;he actually asked me to keep the egg in the soup longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the best part, he helped me clear the empty bowl when i continue to use my laptop.&lt;br /&gt;such a sweet daddy Teo ive got! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13327455-2899966921301345473?l=myamelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myamelove.blogspot.com/feeds/2899966921301345473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13327455&amp;postID=2899966921301345473' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13327455/posts/default/2899966921301345473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13327455/posts/default/2899966921301345473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myamelove.blogspot.com/2009/12/he-greatest.html' title='he the greatest,'/><author><name>amelia.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13327455.post-2014977848085951405</id><published>2009-11-29T23:06:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T00:00:18.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>30th November 2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;marks the beginning of MorAme &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;short and sweet,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Lovely 3 years, sweetheart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409544024331701538" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D9itCaIPLTk/SxKPoQ8gzSI/AAAAAAAAAZA/GXH357Eqh0I/s320/Collage.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;PS; the above was given to me by him to mark every anniversary. &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/13327455-2014977848085951405?l=myamelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myamelove.blogspot.com/feeds/2014977848085951405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13327455&amp;postID=2014977848085951405' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13327455/posts/default/2014977848085951405'/><link rel='self' 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/&gt;the above was what i heard from A. apparently L had an argument with his girlfriend and thats what he said to A. what can i say but to agree sometimes girls are just too difficult to understand. but the thing is, guys are not any better. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that besides the point, i went for blood test just now! boy, i thought i was brave to sit down to test for Helicobacter Phylori, Hep B and my blood group. when the doctor withdraw the syringe, and when i see the tubes of blood, i see stars above my doctor's head. he was quite nice to support me to the patient bed before getting out of the room. there she was, laughing at me, my dearest mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, the result will be out next week. kinda scared. darn. hope both's negative. and i need to go for full body check up in 2 weeks time. a bigger DARN.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13327455-235067908895896669?l=myamelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myamelove.blogspot.com/feeds/235067908895896669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13327455&amp;postID=235067908895896669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13327455/posts/default/235067908895896669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13327455/posts/default/235067908895896669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myamelove.blogspot.com/2009/11/emotional-overrules-it.html' title='emotional overrules it,'/><author><name>amelia.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13327455.post-5991559041184149104</id><published>2009-11-09T19:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T19:48:07.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'>im upset!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;cause i lost my water bottle. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;even i know im making a big hooha about the lost of my water bottle, i still have to blog about this. this water bottle has been with me for a year plus and honestly, there are sentimental values attached to it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;my dearest Morg actually walked from malls to malls to ensure that ive got the most ideal sigg water bottle of mine without whining a bit. instead, i was the one whining and all trying to get settled with any water bottle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;anyway, here's from benita when i asked if i brought my bottle to school last wednesday and that i lost it:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"oh no. and you only realised 5 days ltr? tmr i'll check lost and found for you ok?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;isnt that sweet? :) many xoxos!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man, now to think about it, WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU, MY WATER BOTTLE! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;end of entry. goodbye. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13327455-5991559041184149104?l=myamelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myamelove.blogspot.com/feeds/5991559041184149104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13327455&amp;postID=5991559041184149104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13327455/posts/default/5991559041184149104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13327455/posts/default/5991559041184149104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myamelove.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-upset.html' title='im upset!'/><author><name>amelia.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13327455.post-6658748273133809390</id><published>2009-11-06T14:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T14:39:28.082+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i wanna feel what love is,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;i know you can show me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;met up with yunlong on Wednesday after class for dinner and movie! and after dinner was roaming around before movie, love happens! honestly, it was a pretty annoying moment when the couple next to me were talking throughout the movie. turned and look at them constitutes of 30% (hoping they will tone down and they did, not for long though) while 70% was trying to understand what's going on for the movie. they walked out of the threatre half way through the movie. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;after the movie was rushing to the bus stop. sorry biuy! i just realised we like really left quick and chopchop! hahahaha! it was a nice meet up though you were not in your formal outfit! and good luck to you for getting out of your dad's company soon! please dont stuck there forever okay! heh! :)&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400873417509672610" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D9itCaIPLTk/SvPBwheDlqI/AAAAAAAAAYo/bCqI1Kj8Zec/s320/DSC04023.JPG" /&gt;and yesterday night was working for this event at keppel bay. it was nice to see Nicole again! Cheryl was working with me as reg. it was a nice event while she was busy scouting. HAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400873426312132482" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D9itCaIPLTk/SvPBxCQud4I/AAAAAAAAAYw/UZ0IDE_yLgE/s320/DSC04035.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400873435497276850" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D9itCaIPLTk/SvPBxkeopbI/AAAAAAAAAY4/O_mcdcrgejI/s320/DSC04032.JPG" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13327455-6658748273133809390?l=myamelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myamelove.blogspot.com/feeds/6658748273133809390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13327455&amp;postID=6658748273133809390' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13327455/posts/default/6658748273133809390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13327455/posts/default/6658748273133809390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myamelove.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-wanna-feel-what-love-is.html' title='i wanna feel what love is,'/><author><name>amelia.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D9itCaIPLTk/SvPBwheDlqI/AAAAAAAAAYo/bCqI1Kj8Zec/s72-c/DSC04023.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13327455.post-8723046443345757371</id><published>2009-10-27T22:11:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T22:15:26.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>if you dont know me by now,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;you will never never never know me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;this is just a song that im listening right now. its been a while i blogged.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;life has been monotonous; as usual. nothing to look forward to except weekends. or maybe Wednesday cause its the end of the week for me. anyway, my exams in May and know what! there are so many people who started studying already. this is scaring me and i think i need to start soon too! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;catching this is it on the 30th. hope its gonna be good. i want to watch love happens and my sister's keeper! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13327455-8723046443345757371?l=myamelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myamelove.blogspot.com/feeds/8723046443345757371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13327455&amp;postID=8723046443345757371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13327455/posts/default/8723046443345757371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13327455/posts/default/8723046443345757371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myamelove.blogspot.com/2009/10/if-you-dont-know-me-by-now.html' title='if you dont know me by now,'/><author><name>amelia.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13327455.post-5608607762886675439</id><published>2009-10-06T14:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T14:43:30.892+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hoping you'll sing along</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;though its not your favorite song.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its the beginning of October already people! 2 more months and say goodbye to 2009! this is incredibly mad that next may i'll be off from school for the rest of my life (of course if i managed to pass all my modules). this is the second week 2 of school and ive got an assignment due next week. how fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forgive sounds good,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;forget im not sure i could. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;they say time heals everything, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;im still waiting. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389373521342637682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D9itCaIPLTk/Ssrmqd2GJnI/AAAAAAAAAYg/Vn2I1tME8mk/s320/10728_173714894545_667474545_3808313_1715024_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13327455-5608607762886675439?l=myamelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myamelove.blogspot.com/feeds/5608607762886675439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13327455&amp;postID=5608607762886675439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13327455/posts/default/5608607762886675439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13327455/posts/default/5608607762886675439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myamelove.blogspot.com/2009/10/hoping-youll-sing-along.html' title='hoping you&apos;ll sing along'/><author><name>amelia.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D9itCaIPLTk/Ssrmqd2GJnI/AAAAAAAAAYg/Vn2I1tME8mk/s72-c/10728_173714894545_667474545_3808313_1715024_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13327455.post-7500372943793301824</id><published>2009-09-28T20:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T21:31:56.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when he's pocketful of lies,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;she knows all about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its beautiful to know that he does all the nicest things on the world to make her feel loved. happiness accumulates but once he did something wrong for the very first time, trust seems to fade away together with all the smiles he put on her face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i always wonder, does lies really make the whole situation better?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to find something to do now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13327455-7500372943793301824?l=myamelove.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13327455.post-7941961618359175226</id><published>2009-09-24T19:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T19:19:06.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>its been a while since the last surprise happen,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;so when's it coming soon?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so school commences, and life's not that bad for now though notes are really thick. these days has been busy and i think the time spent at home was so little. so fast its Friday again and i need to bask under the sun probably tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night didnt go on too well as the plan to Marina Barrage was switched to too many plans and in the end i went to meet Mor to give Kenji a birthday surprise. reached substation at about 1045pm and waited for a while before everyone and the main lead appeared. he was really elated as it flashes throughout the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when 1am arrives, we were discussing outside Timbre on where to go next. just when everyone was stoning and unsure of where to hang out, Jeanne, Kenji's girlfriend, appeared! it was a really lovely surprise as she was in Melbourne doing her degree and no one knows about her touchdown except for 1 of Kenji's friends. but anyhow, it was really beautiful and with no where to go, we headed to Mor's place for drinks and games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a night full with laughters and bla bla though my mood wasnt at the tip top at the beginning. i hate arguments, conflicts. cant wait for all these to end soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13327455-7941961618359175226?l=myamelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myamelove.blogspot.com/feeds/7941961618359175226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13327455&amp;postID=7941961618359175226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13327455/posts/default/7941961618359175226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13327455/posts/default/7941961618359175226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myamelove.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-been-while-since-last-surprise.html' title='its been a while since the last surprise happen,'/><author><name>amelia.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13327455.post-3448121491165484400</id><published>2009-09-17T23:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T23:18:04.731+08:00</updated><title type='text'>enough is enough.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;im done with it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;im at the lowest worst of my mood right now. i hope you understand, but you dont. how to work things out with both's temper, attitude so bad. i just want to have a good talk but its difficult...&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/13327455-3448121491165484400?l=myamelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myamelove.blogspot.com/feeds/3448121491165484400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13327455&amp;postID=3448121491165484400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13327455/posts/default/3448121491165484400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13327455/posts/default/3448121491165484400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myamelove.blogspot.com/2009/09/enough-is-enough.html' title='enough is enough.'/><author><name>amelia.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13327455.post-2208925133960792592</id><published>2009-09-16T23:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T23:54:14.999+08:00</updated><title type='text'>maybe,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;if only.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am currently in my parents room, them watching awake on star movies and me in the dark using the laptop. anyway, the sound from the movie's rather spooky though its not a horror movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhow, i had a long yet fruitful day! woke up at 9am and had breakfast with the family before sending dad to the office while i helped him at work by driving his car around with one of his riders with me to deliver the parcels. it was good cause it improves the street directory in me. after everything sent out, went back to the office to pick my dad up to adam food centre for prawn mee. the sweetest dad sent me to Cine though i offered to alight before any ERP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met Poh and we walked all over town for some window shopping which i detest the most. not the feeling of walking around the shop but get nothing cause pocket's empty. after the pretty long walk, we went back to Cine for The Time Traveler's Wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;honestly, i dont know is it that i was concentrating on pressing my stomach so much that it wont growl so loudly that i didnt teared during the-supposed-to-sniff-and-drop-tears-moment. despite that, i thought i dont really understand some scenes. but well, overall, it was okay. not like a super whoa i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met Ben and Tohy for dinner after movie before we had a long walk to everywhere just to get something. and now, im back home in a piece with my 2 legs pretty tiring/ aching. am supposed to skype with Melly. but she forsake me for whatever waterparks. yawns.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13327455-2208925133960792592?l=myamelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myamelove.blogspot.com/feeds/2208925133960792592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13327455&amp;postID=2208925133960792592' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13327455/posts/default/2208925133960792592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13327455/posts/default/2208925133960792592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myamelove.blogspot.com/2009/09/maybe.html' title='maybe,'/><author><name>amelia.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13327455.post-2297843122217080428</id><published>2009-09-15T16:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T23:52:37.329+08:00</updated><title type='text'>in the pride of one,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;you'll be getting nothing eventually.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a swim and basking under the sun was such a great one. i was looking at the photos back in June and realised i was so dark back then. yucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive been hearing so much about, one will only cherish after he/ she has lost the precious one. is it always true that way? what if one is rather unhappy under its situation? honestly, all these questions are heading nowhere.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13327455-2297843122217080428?l=myamelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myamelove.blogspot.com/feeds/2297843122217080428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13327455&amp;postID=2297843122217080428' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13327455/posts/default/2297843122217080428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13327455/posts/default/2297843122217080428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myamelove.blogspot.com/2009/09/in-pride-of-one.html' title='in the pride of one,'/><author><name>amelia.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13327455.post-3126449612169006825</id><published>2009-09-14T14:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T14:21:49.947+08:00</updated><title type='text'>never assume,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;cause might not be yours afterall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;more or less settled down after a whole week of sleepless nights; tending the wake overnight and waking up early to go bright hill temple for praying...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and this week's gonna be the last carefree week before school commences next week. timetable this year is good for me. weekend begins on Thursday again for me! and i need to be more motivated to study and at least aim for a second upper? cause first class is definitely out of the way. &lt;em&gt;suck.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;besides all these, thanks so much to so many people for their concern which i totally appreciated. though the person i needed the most to be there with me is away to Taiwan for training, im glad that ive got a bunch of really great friends to be there for me. you know who you are, and i love you all so much. :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13327455-3126449612169006825?l=myamelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myamelove.blogspot.com/feeds/3126449612169006825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13327455&amp;postID=3126449612169006825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13327455/posts/default/3126449612169006825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13327455/posts/default/3126449612169006825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myamelove.blogspot.com/2009/09/never-assume.html' title='never assume,'/><author><name>amelia.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13327455.post-3097072522553936753</id><published>2009-09-06T18:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T18:50:57.751+08:00</updated><title type='text'>too sudden,</title><content type='html'>to leave just like that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he was discharged on Friday but was back to the hospital last night. and he left all of us in the afternoon with no one by his side. it was a heartbreaking moment with all the teary heavy red eyes to see him for the last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blessing in disguise; he dont have to suffer anymore. rest in peace my beloved grampa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13327455-3097072522553936753?l=myamelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myamelove.blogspot.com/feeds/3097072522553936753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13327455&amp;postID=3097072522553936753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13327455/posts/default/3097072522553936753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13327455/posts/default/3097072522553936753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myamelove.blogspot.com/2009/09/too-sudden.html' title='too sudden,'/><author><name>amelia.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13327455.post-7923469375936802151</id><published>2009-08-27T22:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T23:02:47.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>who breaks a butterfly upon a wheel,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;simply means&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;questioning why someone would put massive effort into achieving something minor or unimportant&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- credits to wiki.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont you think its such a lovely phrase? i caught shattered (butterfly on a wheel) on star movies earlier with daddy teo. i enjoy watching movies with the plots twisting here and there. and this movie is simply adoration. daddy teo and me were discussing the many whys in the movie. and boy, if you get hold of the dvd, or watch the replay on star movies, go ahead people! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 217px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374651897973534098" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D9itCaIPLTk/SpaZbNIXbZI/AAAAAAAAAYY/CYQ-kGB8VUo/s320/poster.jpg" /&gt;discussing a little from the movie, it always come across our mind that men cheat their girlfriends/ wives, but with the carrying fact that many women are actually having affair with someone else. the thing is, it seems so normal for a man to cheat and its not acceptable for a woman to rendevzous. why so?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;another issue that has been wondering off my fist-sized brain for a long time is, "wont a a first lie leads to a second one and then it'll never end; but end up the truth will reveal one day." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;its true that women cant handle the truths at times. but hey, its always good to be truthful. you'll never know that women actually know even the little details of the lie. so what for all the lousy lies, boys. if youre committed to a relationship, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;RESPECT&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; by telling the truths. if you know your girlfriend/ boyfriend will be upset/ affected after you tell them the truth, THEN, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;WHAT FOR DO ALL THE SINFUL THINGS AT THE VERY START&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;im not perfect; im not a saint.&lt;/strong&gt; but i respect him by telling every single bit. (minus the white lies). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13327455-7923469375936802151?l=myamelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myamelove.blogspot.com/feeds/7923469375936802151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13327455&amp;postID=7923469375936802151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13327455/posts/default/7923469375936802151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13327455/posts/default/7923469375936802151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myamelove.blogspot.com/2009/08/who-breaks-butterfly-upon-wheel.html' title='who breaks a butterfly upon a wheel,'/><author><name>amelia.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D9itCaIPLTk/SpaZbNIXbZI/AAAAAAAAAYY/CYQ-kGB8VUo/s72-c/poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13327455.post-4230006326178043294</id><published>2009-08-15T21:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T22:16:20.971+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the way it should be</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;is the way you want to be. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;caught pretty much of movies recently, be it dvds or movies in the cinema. the proposal is the best out of the recent movies ive watched. though the ending is kind of expected, the plot of the movie is worth 5 popcorns on my chart. man, im so gonna get the dvd when its out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370190081140487826" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D9itCaIPLTk/Soa_bSK0dpI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/EpXxg4NETJs/s320/theproposal.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and today, i went for the da vinci exhibition at science centre. it was flooded with people and while waiting for Morg to finish, this guy asked what exhibition was going on, and if it is free. so after telling him that the exhibition is actually there since May and there's a charge, and he replied that there were nobody at all yesterday. i guess thats the Singapore spirit. people will wait till when the exhibition or whatsoever is ending soon, then they will go get it despite the time wasted for queueing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and to be honest, because of the crowd, i didnt fully utilised my $15 entrance fee. everyone's like squash to see an art piece or watching videos and it can get quite frustrating especially if someone's with body odour was standing just next to you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;anyhow! premier league's finally back! cant wait to catch tomorrow's game! hooya!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13327455-4230006326178043294?l=myamelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myamelove.blogspot.com/feeds/4230006326178043294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13327455&amp;postID=4230006326178043294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13327455/posts/default/4230006326178043294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13327455/posts/default/4230006326178043294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myamelove.blogspot.com/2009/08/way-it-should-be.html' title='the way it should be'/><author><name>amelia.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D9itCaIPLTk/Soa_bSK0dpI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/EpXxg4NETJs/s72-c/theproposal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13327455.post-3912994908794372249</id><published>2009-08-12T16:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T17:04:05.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>youre the meaning in my life,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;youre my inspiration. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;the long weekend that just passed had been pretty eventful starting on Friday morning. got up to know that grampa was admitted to the hospital warded in SICU. visited him and was really shocked to see how much weight he had lost. the doctor was asking my uncle if the latter wants to give up on my grampa as his organs and all are malfunctioning and his immune system is low. of course all of us didnt want to give up and uncle was asking if surgery will help. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;the doctor said that surgery carries risk which might result in my grampa's departure sooner as his blood level is really low too. now, he's resting at the normal ward, looking pretty okay to me yesterday when i visited him. so, hope for the best.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;actually, my connection's quite screwed. and im getting dinner soon. so maybe i'll blog more later or something. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13327455-3912994908794372249?l=myamelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myamelove.blogspot.com/feeds/3912994908794372249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13327455&amp;postID=3912994908794372249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13327455/posts/default/3912994908794372249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13327455/posts/default/3912994908794372249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myamelove.blogspot.com/2009/08/youre-meaning-in-my-life.html' title='youre the meaning in my life,'/><author><name>amelia.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13327455.post-1067582342577415954</id><published>2009-08-06T12:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T13:01:47.871+08:00</updated><title type='text'>am deprived of a short</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;getaway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;caught Sing Dollar on Tuesday and boy, it was gooood! act 2 was definitely much better than act 1 i thought. cant wait to catch the hossan leong show with dearest pohy again! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D9itCaIPLTk/SnpiJvSra9I/AAAAAAAAAYI/l01ryc1LiAE/s1600-h/DSC03725.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366709825418521554" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D9itCaIPLTk/SnpiJvSra9I/AAAAAAAAAYI/l01ryc1LiAE/s320/DSC03725.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D9itCaIPLTk/SnpiI5wK-kI/AAAAAAAAAYA/BqMAoiFOpkE/s1600-h/DSC03727.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and yesterday, after my dental appointment, pat picked me up from my place for gillman village. had a craving for their pumpkin prawns and so sweet of her to vroom me there despite being worn out from her wedding preparations and all. thanks paty! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D9itCaIPLTk/SnpiIOG5gUI/AAAAAAAAAX4/iQ2QU_CB54U/s1600-h/DSC03730.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366709799330873666" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D9itCaIPLTk/SnpiIOG5gUI/AAAAAAAAAX4/iQ2QU_CB54U/s320/DSC03730.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;we headed to villa bali after that and thats when we thought we're deprived of a short getaway. i guess its more of her who needs a holiday more than i do. boy, cant imagine what would i be doing in 2 years time...&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/13327455-1067582342577415954?l=myamelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myamelove.blogspot.com/feeds/1067582342577415954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13327455&amp;postID=1067582342577415954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13327455/posts/default/1067582342577415954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13327455/posts/default/1067582342577415954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myamelove.blogspot.com/2009/08/am-deprived-of-short.html' title='am deprived of a short'/><author><name>amelia.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D9itCaIPLTk/SnpiJvSra9I/AAAAAAAAAYI/l01ryc1LiAE/s72-c/DSC03725.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13327455.post-3188701053685968717</id><published>2009-08-03T14:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T15:03:21.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>not again</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;another joke.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;man, today's another random Monday. my holidays since May has been like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Monday - Home staying, and maybe some last minute random mahjong session&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Tuesday - Home staying or maybe some dinner plans&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Wednesday - Out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Thursday - Out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Friday - Out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Saturday - Out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sunday - Out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;honestly and shamelessly, i dont feel useless. in fact, im kind of enjoying what im doing now. i dont really want school to commence despite the fact that school's back only on 22nd Sept. hahahahahaha. okay, i know i totally sound bonkers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;so anyway, weekend's been good. caught hangover on Friday and go catch it people! totally hilarious! hmmmm, i think i'll blog more for the next entry. catching sing dollars! hooya! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13327455-3188701053685968717?l=myamelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myamelove.blogspot.com/feeds/3188701053685968717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13327455&amp;postID=3188701053685968717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13327455/posts/default/3188701053685968717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13327455/posts/default/3188701053685968717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myamelove.blogspot.com/2009/08/not-again.html' title='not again'/><author><name>amelia.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13327455.post-9164704904284273006</id><published>2009-07-30T00:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T00:44:59.151+08:00</updated><title type='text'>too diffy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;to please.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;so i went to meet Lester and Terence today at Bugis for just a little while for some shaker fries loving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D9itCaIPLTk/SnB2BhqhSJI/AAAAAAAAAXY/FXStTqW4sy8/s1600-h/DSC03581.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363916924786919570" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D9itCaIPLTk/SnB2BhqhSJI/AAAAAAAAAXY/FXStTqW4sy8/s320/DSC03581.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; that is the adorable LowDaWei when he's younger. he still look like him, not much of difference just that of course younger is adorable, now is just ugly (cause of his teeth. :D)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;after that short while with them, i headed to Marina Square to meet the Biu. had yuki yaki at 5pm and we two filled up our stomach within 2 hours and decided to shop around as he needed to get shirt for his work (which apparently he hasnt get a job, so ive got no idea why he need so many shirts, but okay, he didnt get any in the end).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D9itCaIPLTk/SnB2BEiAqUI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/rP1JQ8QaSUw/s1600-h/DSC03589.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363916916966598978" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D9itCaIPLTk/SnB2BEiAqUI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/rP1JQ8QaSUw/s320/DSC03589.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; thats the Biu on the phone who's 110% full according to him. but trust me, we had really lots of food. the steamboat was even overflood kind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after the window shopping, we went across to esplanade to chill. settled down at the foyer for some performance by AfterSix. they are relatively quite good actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D9itCaIPLTk/SnB1dgtpY8I/AAAAAAAAAXI/z5Gwb1UtLPE/s1600-h/DSC03593.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363916306056307650" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D9itCaIPLTk/SnB1dgtpY8I/AAAAAAAAAXI/z5Gwb1UtLPE/s320/DSC03593.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;him trying out with his colour accent function which i taught him after he owned the camera for who-knows-how-long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D9itCaIPLTk/SnB1dVLt3FI/AAAAAAAAAXA/9VA0ALHD2hs/s1600-h/DSC03597.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363916302961204306" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D9itCaIPLTk/SnB1dVLt3FI/AAAAAAAAAXA/9VA0ALHD2hs/s320/DSC03597.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and after hearing a couple of songs, i was feeling a little hungry and we went to max brenner for some bites. or rather only me had waffles while he took a drink cause he was still full. i swear i was so full after the 2 waffles down into my pretty small stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D9itCaIPLTk/SnB1c-VGChI/AAAAAAAAAW4/ip01LhJdWQE/s1600-h/DSC03596.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363916296826522130" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D9itCaIPLTk/SnB1c-VGChI/AAAAAAAAAW4/ip01LhJdWQE/s320/DSC03596.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; so after the waffles, i took a bus to my godparents place to collect my gown for this Sat's dinner. my godpa's nephew getting married and im the bridesmaid. yes, far distance but no choice so just help out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D9itCaIPLTk/SnB1cirn_iI/AAAAAAAAAWw/wITbK_5XzM0/s1600-h/DSC03598.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363916289404829218" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D9itCaIPLTk/SnB1cirn_iI/AAAAAAAAAWw/wITbK_5XzM0/s320/DSC03598.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; this is my really nonsense godpa with his really rubbish specs which he tried really hard to make me laugh which fail so badly. but nevertheless, he looked really clownly in that. fyi, he's 50 odd years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D9itCaIPLTk/SnB1cJLvC-I/AAAAAAAAAWo/gk1y2p8t9D8/s1600-h/DSC03614.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363916282560187362" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D9itCaIPLTk/SnB1cJLvC-I/AAAAAAAAAWo/gk1y2p8t9D8/s320/DSC03614.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;okay so, this is my outfit for Saturday. before that, i think im pretty dark which blend with my door. eyew. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway, i had to try to see if it fits and guess what, i couldnt even zip up even with the help of my godma and mommy. i had to really inhale deeply so that they can buckle up the top. i guess i just had a little too much of food and it'll all be okay when i wear it in the day. man, ive got a pretty long day and im tired. goodbye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;digressing a little;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;people say happy 2 years 8 months to us. &lt;/div&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/13327455-9164704904284273006?l=myamelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myamelove.blogspot.com/feeds/9164704904284273006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13327455&amp;postID=9164704904284273006' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13327455/posts/default/9164704904284273006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13327455/posts/default/9164704904284273006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myamelove.blogspot.com/2009/07/too-diffy.html' title='too diffy'/><author><name>amelia.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D9itCaIPLTk/SnB2BhqhSJI/AAAAAAAAAXY/FXStTqW4sy8/s72-c/DSC03581.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13327455.post-1066903913995551208</id><published>2009-07-28T17:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T17:36:14.989+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it takes two hands to clap,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;always?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i think i really dont know you well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i had an evening jog yesterday and my legs are pretty much aching now. kinda sucks i know. just came back from facial and i swear the removing of oil clots were really painful. okay just nice to watch deck the halls on star movies now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random bit; i cant wait for Christmas to be here!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13327455-1066903913995551208?l=myamelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myamelove.blogspot.com/feeds/1066903913995551208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13327455&amp;postID=1066903913995551208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13327455/posts/default/1066903913995551208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13327455/posts/default/1066903913995551208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myamelove.blogspot.com/2009/07/it-takes-two-hands-to-clap.html' title='it takes two hands to clap,'/><author><name>amelia.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13327455.post-8554789691492045461</id><published>2009-07-27T12:02:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T13:04:59.695+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the best weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;EVER.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;due to my lousyness of uploading photos and doesnt know how to arrange them in sequence, i shall begin this entry with on happenings on Sunday! after lunch at Morg's place, we went to visit Han over at his place. parked near Tanjong Rhu area and walked over to Kallang Leisure Park to grab some tidbits before heading over to the stadium at 4 plus pm. might sound a little crazy to get there so early as the match starts only at 7pm but trust me, the crowd was really moving in at that time. we've got seats at the lower grand stand and we're lucky enough to get shaded while the KOP side (directly opp us) was tanning under the beautiful sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362988743242696386" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D9itCaIPLTk/Sm0p2P9mRsI/AAAAAAAAAWA/rba-GlPKtmo/s320/DSC03536.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;the lovely flag that was move around the KOP side, really beautiful. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362988736222012450" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D9itCaIPLTk/Sm0p11zvJCI/AAAAAAAAAV4/CXa8ubIb0YI/s320/DSC03524.JPG" /&gt;and there's this guy sitting in front of us holding this, "Benitez, buy me".&lt;br /&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_5362988745417904050" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D9itCaIPLTk/Sm0p2YENT7I/AAAAAAAAAWI/czfHMbNp5Lw/s320/DSC03548.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;and then, the star player of the team, El Nino, appeared with the cheering of many!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362988727545335314" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D9itCaIPLTk/Sm0p1VfDjhI/AAAAAAAAAVw/Civ4RvdQIoM/s320/DSC03496.JPG" /&gt;despite the perspiration dripping like nobody's, it was all worthwhile catching the players of the team you support in action. man, i cant wait for the premier league to start again. so looking forward to this season. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and, oh a hilarious sh*t, Morg's cousin called and told him that there's this crap wearing a ManUnited jersey with Michael Owen printed behind at the KOP side. it was crap. who's so brainless to wear that and got boooooo-ed all the way. its kind of stupid, seriously. i should have video-ed the scene boy. anyway, the team's probably reached their home town already. i so want to go Anfield soon to catch a proper match! gwah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;rewinding back,&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;met Benjamin on Friday to catch a glimpse of Torres and Carragher at Velocity. the crowd was whoaaaaa despite a weekday afternoon, expecting many people to be working. had lunch at kenny rogers after that before i headed to town. caught harry potter and thought it wasnt as bad as what many said. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D9itCaIPLTk/Sm0oiZGNejI/AAAAAAAAAVo/x64WodlESNw/s1600-h/DSC03431.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362987302585727538" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D9itCaIPLTk/Sm0oiZGNejI/AAAAAAAAAVo/x64WodlESNw/s320/DSC03431.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D9itCaIPLTk/Sm0oiHuZ1KI/AAAAAAAAAVg/3csWCBchUNc/s1600-h/DSC03430.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362987297922471074" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D9itCaIPLTk/Sm0oiHuZ1KI/AAAAAAAAAVg/3csWCBchUNc/s320/DSC03430.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;please people, the focus is on the guy holding the mic, Torres. not the bald big security guy, the dude with golden locks and the guy having his hands on the waist. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and on Saturday, the Teos went to Kukup with the extended family while i made my way to Morg's place for lunch and then to the floating platform. was supposed to go Home Club for the flea! sorry Pohy! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;anyway, thought this year's NDP was relatively quite fun. kind of miss those times back when im involved in the Combined School's Choir. we had so much fun despite the every Saturday burnt off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D9itCaIPLTk/Sm0ohu2OHLI/AAAAAAAAAVY/ryzNr5TrY0M/s1600-h/DSC03475.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362987291244371122" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D9itCaIPLTk/Sm0ohu2OHLI/AAAAAAAAAVY/ryzNr5TrY0M/s320/DSC03475.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D9itCaIPLTk/Sm0ohSf3smI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/Nsij05iT2s8/s1600-h/DSC03462.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362987283634434658" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D9itCaIPLTk/Sm0ohSf3smI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/Nsij05iT2s8/s320/DSC03462.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D9itCaIPLTk/Sm0og0gKX4I/AAAAAAAAAVI/QXrbHLsCdwQ/s1600-h/DSC03453.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362987275582594946" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D9itCaIPLTk/Sm0og0gKX4I/AAAAAAAAAVI/QXrbHLsCdwQ/s320/DSC03453.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;till then, i'll be back soon to blog again! :D&lt;/div&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/13327455-8554789691492045461?l=myamelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myamelove.blogspot.com/feeds/8554789691492045461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13327455&amp;postID=8554789691492045461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13327455/posts/default/8554789691492045461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13327455/posts/default/8554789691492045461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myamelove.blogspot.com/2009/07/best-weekend.html' title='the best weekend'/><author><name>amelia.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D9itCaIPLTk/Sm0p2P9mRsI/AAAAAAAAAWA/rba-GlPKtmo/s72-c/DSC03536.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13327455.post-3434519817094317805</id><published>2009-07-15T12:34:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T13:01:54.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'>build up trust,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;with no honesty? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;hard.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;yesterday was wonderful! met BCR for timbreing. kind of go around town area just to reach substation. but the conclusion is that we managed to chop a place despite the near full house and had so much food. went marina barrage to continue our never ending talks. and of course, how would an outing be successful without many photos taken. thank you so much B for sending me all the way back to the West!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358542469647108514" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D9itCaIPLTk/Sl1d_EEpCaI/AAAAAAAAAVA/QR7nD1J5yjQ/s320/DSC03319.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;introducing A, R, B &amp;amp; C&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;meeting up with them is always wonderful especially with &lt;strong&gt;R&lt;/strong&gt;'s pocketful of nonsense &amp;amp; never fail to make us laugh big times, &lt;strong&gt;B&lt;/strong&gt;'s sweet gestures &amp;amp; rightful behaviour (credits for being an responsible driver) &amp;amp; &lt;strong&gt;C&lt;/strong&gt;'s another pocketful of rubbish &amp;amp; her good listening pair of ears which ive been whining pretty often. &lt;strong&gt;i love you babes! :)&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/13327455-3434519817094317805?l=myamelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myamelove.blogspot.com/feeds/3434519817094317805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13327455&amp;postID=3434519817094317805' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13327455/posts/default/3434519817094317805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13327455/posts/default/3434519817094317805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myamelove.blogspot.com/2009/07/build-up-trust.html' title='build up trust,'/><author><name>amelia.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D9itCaIPLTk/Sl1d_EEpCaI/AAAAAAAAAVA/QR7nD1J5yjQ/s72-c/DSC03319.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13327455.post-5148079334856095511</id><published>2009-07-06T00:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T00:06:47.251+08:00</updated><title type='text'>time leave no mercy,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;so cherish everything, people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;MAN, my holidays coming to an end in about 2 months time. actually, i really think 2 months gonna be over in a blink real soon. sucks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;(federer so not performing well today. what's wrong with him? oh no.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;anyway, this week's gonna be really packed but good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;(digressing again, my mom stopped at the babytv on the cable now. and she's actually watching it.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;so yes, brenda's back! and we met up last week for haji lane and dinner with rene and cheryl! love the time we spend together! actually, nothing much to update already. im pretty hungry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13327455-5148079334856095511?l=myamelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myamelove.blogspot.com/feeds/5148079334856095511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13327455&amp;postID=5148079334856095511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13327455/posts/default/5148079334856095511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13327455/posts/default/5148079334856095511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myamelove.blogspot.com/2009/07/time-leave-no-mercy.html' title='time leave no mercy,'/><author><name>amelia.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13327455.post-7878330674393140490</id><published>2009-06-26T01:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T01:18:45.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>another hilarious issue</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;of dad and me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;so the former didnt off the fan in the living room before he went to his room. so it was pitch dark when i went out to the hall with the fan spinning at the full speed. without not much consideration, i went into my parents room and said, "pa, you very rich &lt;em&gt;hor&lt;/em&gt;". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;obviously, his answer to why from me is that he didnt off the fan and his reply, "&lt;em&gt;aiya, &lt;/em&gt;nevermind &lt;em&gt;la. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;A FEW CENTS ONLY&lt;/u&gt;"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. apparently i didnt know my dad's &lt;em&gt;soooooooooooooo rich&lt;/em&gt; that he dont off the fan before he sleeps. anyway, this isnt the first time i caught him. i probably need a sign that says, &lt;strong&gt;please off the fan before you sleeps&lt;/strong&gt; and stick it in front of his room's door. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;so here comes the second thing, after i went into his room, i headed to the kitchen for breads and i forgot to off the lights, going back to my room. few minutes later, and i could hear him asking who's in the kitchen before i open my door and giggled, "&lt;em&gt;aiya, &lt;/em&gt;nevermind, a few cents only. my papa is rich." he probably was laughing when he went back to his room cause i could hear my mom's laughters. so anyway, thats my dad and me for you. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;anyway, besides all these, ive been rather occupied with meeting ups with friends, and mahjonging sessions of course. tomorrow gonna stay at home and do little room cleaning. its been quite some time since i attend my room's business. LOL. so yes its time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;man, i cant wait for weekends to be here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;finally, ending this post, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO TAN QIHUI!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;MAY YOU HAVE THE BEST THROUGHOUT &amp;amp; MANY HAPPY RETURNS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13327455-7878330674393140490?l=myamelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myamelove.blogspot.com/feeds/7878330674393140490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13327455&amp;postID=7878330674393140490' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13327455/posts/default/7878330674393140490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13327455/posts/default/7878330674393140490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myamelove.blogspot.com/2009/06/another-hilarious-issue.html' title='another hilarious issue'/><author><name>amelia.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13327455.post-1147272673177013250</id><published>2009-06-16T23:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T23:59:11.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random bits,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;are here to live.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;"do you see yourself being together with the one youre with now?"&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;if the answer is no, then why continue this relationship? its a relationship working towards nothing. if you tell me still young, looking for more choices, okay fair enough for yourself. but what if one day you meet another one and decided to leave your current one? is it fair for another party? THINK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;on the other side, if youre screaming yes, then congrats, hope you and your partner will work towards happily ever after. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;you know, all these are just so random. im so loving my carefree days. wake up at whichever time, do whatever want. man, im so loving this lifestyle, but not for long i guess. im beginning to really think its a waste of time. i want to learn something, do something. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;awwwww. bored. im going on a cruise tomorrow. will meet amanda there! :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13327455-1147272673177013250?l=myamelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myamelove.blogspot.com/feeds/1147272673177013250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13327455&amp;postID=1147272673177013250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13327455/posts/default/1147272673177013250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13327455/posts/default/1147272673177013250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myamelove.blogspot.com/2009/06/random-bits.html' title='random bits,'/><author><name>amelia.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13327455.post-4896938079339003955</id><published>2009-06-15T00:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T00:37:30.172+08:00</updated><title type='text'>seeing is believing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;and believing is beautiful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Friday was a really warm day, starting with brunch with Dad and sisters at the market for some chwee kuehs. went home to get prepared for a picnic with them! (lionel, singhui, olivia, aurick, ash, vanessa, benita, amanda, gwen, michael, brendan and eric!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;at first the weather was pretty screwed for picnic, but due to the delay of the meeting cause everyone's late, clouds overruled the sun and honestly, it turned out that Friday afternoon had the loveliest weather for some catch up, photos taking, tabooooooooo, and not forgetting eating in a group under the mats. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;after that was to michael's place for rock band and mahjong. had a ride back from line and slept at 6am. got up at 10am and prepared to meet Honey-yeo. played guitar hero and rock band before going over to town with the intention to get something for Mom's birthday. but nothing comes to my mind of what to get for her. RECOMMENDATION/ SUGGESTIONS PLEASE. i really need help. if not, worse come to worse, im gonna give her angbao.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;so yes after the movie, GOGP, which is really a lousy movie i think, went to meet Soong and met poh, quing, adrian, zeyun and lutu at HV. i was pretty surprised of the quiet street of HV on a weekend. but anyways, our officer Soong had a flaming! yet to check his condition after the drink but apparently he was pretty okay i guess. HAHAHHA. next time waterfall for him! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347220438019965394" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D9itCaIPLTk/SjUkqFfjgdI/AAAAAAAAAU4/z518P3XkL4M/s320/DSC03008.JPG" /&gt;him and his drink of the night-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and there it goes Sunday! had brunch with the family and drove back to Honey-yeo's place. &lt;em&gt;lied&lt;/em&gt; to him that i wanted to go Bedok central to do my nails while he's going to play soccer at Simei area. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CONFESSION&lt;/strong&gt;: i went for grocery shopping to get the ingredients of dinner. it wasnt like a whoa-whoa dinner. but i still managed to have a starter, main course and dessert! HAHAHAHHAA. not telling you guys what are they though. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;so anyway, dinner's good. so far no case of diarrhea complaints from him, the maid and myself. and man, i so miss him now... i only love weekends now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347215448838107682" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D9itCaIPLTk/SjUgHrV58iI/AAAAAAAAAUw/Vzp8hISk1sA/s320/DSC03004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;ps;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is it in me that im fierce? darn. i so want to be demure. but i cant imagine what would it be like when im behaving like a gentle sheep.&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/13327455-4896938079339003955?l=myamelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myamelove.blogspot.com/feeds/4896938079339003955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13327455&amp;postID=4896938079339003955' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13327455/posts/default/4896938079339003955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13327455/posts/default/4896938079339003955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myamelove.blogspot.com/2009/06/seeing-is-believing.html' title='seeing is believing'/><author><name>amelia.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D9itCaIPLTk/SjUkqFfjgdI/AAAAAAAAAU4/z518P3XkL4M/s72-c/DSC03008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13327455.post-2307733193332323263</id><published>2009-06-10T22:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T22:23:50.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'>how could a woman</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;be so heartless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;people asked, so what have you been doing this holiday? ans: pretty much slacking around, life's all good. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;anyway, think today is quite fruitful. got up early and went to meet client together with my dad. it was really good cause i enjoys meeting people and yadayada. so all's good but we have to revise our quotation and hopefully dad's company can get the deal. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;so after that, i dropped dad home before heading for my job interview. will update more if i got the job. to be honest, part of me wants it and another part of me just wonder if i should just slack my life away within this holiday. oh well, see how it goes tomorrow when i receive the company's call. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;so after that was coming home and skyping with Mel, followed by lunch and catching the hongkong shows. after that was getting a short nap before dinner time. Serene popped over to take the clutch from me. and dahhhhhhh, its blogging time. but my post seems so boring everytime with no photos. maybe next entry! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;cant wait for the weekend to be here, really!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13327455-2307733193332323263?l=myamelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myamelove.blogspot.com/feeds/2307733193332323263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13327455&amp;postID=2307733193332323263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13327455/posts/default/2307733193332323263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13327455/posts/default/2307733193332323263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myamelove.blogspot.com/2009/06/to-woman.html' title='how could a woman'/><author><name>amelia.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13327455.post-6309291781126157804</id><published>2009-06-04T15:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T15:51:29.165+08:00</updated><title type='text'>basking under the sun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;is love, but the feeling of burnt &lt;em&gt;sucks. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd June was watching of Angels and Demons again with Poh, Sim, Ng and Ang. after that was to Timbre @ substation for chilling. and, i always come out with stupid suggestion and end up, really doing them like suggesting to play late night mahjong after our chilling session at my place and all. so after Poh went to look for Tan, the 4 of us cabbed to Sim's place to get the car. the next house visiting was mine and then to Ng's house and dropped Ang off at his place before driving over to Poh's house to pick her up for supper at Chinatown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after the supper was back to my place. was really deprived of sleep and ended up sleeping at 7.30am after talking to Poh. got up at 10am the next day for Sentosa. met up with Leong and cabbed over to Vivocity. though it was kind of drizzling at the beginning, the sun was bright as ever after some time. played frisbee which i kind of suck at it, and some volleyball before going over to CDM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had Sushi Tei for dinner before going over to the dental. it was shit, really. and my dentist predict that i'll break my braces again. so he was telling me not to worry if it breaks again and stuff. so anyway, im really hungry now cause ive been on a soft diet. need to look for food now. i'll be back to blog more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13327455-6309291781126157804?l=myamelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myamelove.blogspot.com/feeds/6309291781126157804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13327455&amp;postID=6309291781126157804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13327455/posts/default/6309291781126157804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13327455/posts/default/6309291781126157804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myamelove.blogspot.com/2009/06/basking-under-sun.html' title='basking under the sun'/><author><name>amelia.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13327455.post-5931678710864674951</id><published>2009-05-31T22:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T22:30:02.684+08:00</updated><title type='text'>enjoying life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;is when you blast the air con, hide in the room drinking Vodka peach.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mahjong-ed with family yesterday at grams place. was supposed to go over to look for him but he said he'll come over instead. words being words, i watched Chelsea won the FA cup alone despite Everton really early goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so today, got up with a twisted stomach. the pain was horrible and baby sister was so sweet to apply the baby medicated oil for me. drove over to town and got little stuffs to make myself happy. met Soong for dinner at IMM. sashimi's always my love. and i got my belated birthday present from him after so long! but still, thanks for the baileys and the present! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;home now and next week's gonna be packed. so looking forward, especially heading to tan under the sun again...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13327455-5931678710864674951?l=myamelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myamelove.blogspot.com/feeds/5931678710864674951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13327455&amp;postID=5931678710864674951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13327455/posts/default/5931678710864674951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13327455/posts/default/5931678710864674951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myamelove.blogspot.com/2009/05/enjoying-life.html' title='enjoying life'/><author><name>amelia.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13327455.post-8690910140780358404</id><published>2009-05-28T22:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T22:27:08.249+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the beautiful phrase</title><content type='html'>caught this at love song, class95;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"love is when you dont have to say and yet he knows."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13327455-8690910140780358404?l=myamelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myamelove.blogspot.com/feeds/8690910140780358404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13327455&amp;postID=8690910140780358404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13327455/posts/default/8690910140780358404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13327455/posts/default/8690910140780358404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myamelove.blogspot.com/2009/05/beautiful-phrase.html' title='the beautiful phrase'/><author><name>amelia.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13327455.post-6833993059099164184</id><published>2009-05-28T21:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T21:52:32.764+08:00</updated><title type='text'>soccer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;is just another game.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was great. met up with Poh and Toh for dinner at Bakerzin. it was so good as i was craving for whichever and whatever. and of course the company was sweet. cant wait for the Choo and the Tan to come back though the latter will only be back next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, after dinner, we cabbed back to Toh's place to catch the new 9pm show. it was kind of disappointing i felt or probably cause Toh's look-alike-lion-dog was really disturbing. that dumb naughty dog was so mischievious but still adorable when he paraded the house around with the shades on. after Poh's 10pm show, we got a ride to Tan's house by Toh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stayed for a while before we headed over to The Marquee, getting all ready to watch the big match. reached there at about 1230am and it was packed. everywhere was pretty packed and fortunately Leong managed to reserve seats for us over at Muddy's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the match was really like heart thumping though im not either a M or B supporter. thought M was really good before B had that early goal. but oh well, whatever's over is over. be glad to even get the chance to go Rome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after the game, had breakfast with Leong and friend before hitting the sack at 6am plus. was really tired and sleepy and slept the whole morning away before sending Mom and Gigi to the polyclinic. watched Sex and the City before i fell asleep again...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13327455-6833993059099164184?l=myamelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myamelove.blogspot.com/feeds/6833993059099164184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13327455&amp;postID=6833993059099164184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13327455/posts/default/6833993059099164184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13327455/posts/default/6833993059099164184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myamelove.blogspot.com/2009/05/soccer.html' title='soccer'/><author><name>amelia.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13327455.post-2134643279301395409</id><published>2009-05-26T22:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T22:39:20.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>all's fine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i hope.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Gigi's early discharge was due to her throwing of temper to the doctors. they couldnt help it but discharge her and continue her oral medication back home. she's perfectly all right at the hospital, able to jump around and all, behaving her old self. but when she reached back home and after the bath, she started to vomit again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;massaged her head and went into sleep, but still get up occasionally to vomit. parents got no choice but to bring her to the doctor. had another jab to prevent her from vomiting and she seems okay now. able to play psp. so hope for the best honestly. really hope she dont have to go back to the hospital...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13327455-2134643279301395409?l=myamelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myamelove.blogspot.com/feeds/2134643279301395409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13327455&amp;postID=2134643279301395409' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13327455/posts/default/2134643279301395409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13327455/posts/default/2134643279301395409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myamelove.blogspot.com/2009/05/alls-fine.html' title='all&apos;s fine'/><author><name>amelia.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13327455.post-2267218691468924939</id><published>2009-05-25T17:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T17:37:13.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>does chicken essence really helps</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;to replenish energy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH MY COW. i was typing one whole chunk of things and was reading a text halfway. accidentally pressed a backspace and everything is gone. what the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lazy me, summing up, i had been travelling to Alexandra Hospital to visit my elder sister, Gigi. she had really bad diarrhea which leads to high fever and terrible vomitting. the past few days were really bad but she's all fine now. hopefully everything will be alright and she can discharge tomorrow. she had been crying and insisting to come back home. sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13327455-2267218691468924939?l=myamelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myamelove.blogspot.com/feeds/2267218691468924939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13327455&amp;postID=2267218691468924939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13327455/posts/default/2267218691468924939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13327455/posts/default/2267218691468924939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myamelove.blogspot.com/2009/05/does-chicken-essence-really-helps.html' title='does chicken essence really helps'/><author><name>amelia.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13327455.post-5405447656078856461</id><published>2009-05-21T16:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T16:14:14.529+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;ITS ALL OVER! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so finally, exams are GONE. it felt as if back to o levels whereby you know you cant rely on mid or final term, projects and all. but just one time bang on the papers. pass, pass. fail, retake until you pass. so yes, good luck to me and the rest. we'll so gonna make it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, im gonna play ds, and restaurant city. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13327455-5405447656078856461?l=myamelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myamelove.blogspot.com/feeds/5405447656078856461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13327455&amp;postID=5405447656078856461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13327455/posts/default/5405447656078856461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13327455/posts/default/5405447656078856461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myamelove.blogspot.com/2009/05/and.html' title='and,'/><author><name>amelia.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13327455.post-767811810531857072</id><published>2009-05-13T18:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T18:03:36.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thats when i love you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;with this moment on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything's so monotone in my life right now. thinking back, i havent been stepping out of my house for the past 3 days. how sucky that is. 2 lousy papers down and 2 more to go. having another paper tomorrow and 7 more days to end misery. cant totally wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so hang on people, i'll be back soon. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13327455-767811810531857072?l=myamelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myamelove.blogspot.com/feeds/767811810531857072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13327455&amp;postID=767811810531857072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13327455/posts/default/767811810531857072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13327455/posts/default/767811810531857072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myamelove.blogspot.com/2009/05/thats-when-i-love-you.html' title='thats when i love you'/><author><name>amelia.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13327455.post-5996036096536537081</id><published>2009-04-28T18:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T19:04:35.739+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what will you choose</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;if you were me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;the gloomy weather describes how i was feeling over the weekend which begins on the Friday. fortunately never stay at home and was out, else it would just be another torturous day for me though it was fruitless without studying at all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;there comes Saturday with studying a little and watching slumdog millionaire. im so in love with the song jai ho, that i played over and over again in my phone before sending it to my mom's phone and set it as ringing tone for her. then it was dinner with maternal till 10-ish and bla bla bla. dont mention about what happen after that cause it was all passe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sunday, another slack day i would say. can i whine at how much i hate studying? it just simply kill all my brain cells and make me dumber i think. cant wait for 20th may to come. im so going to climb the mountain, do the bungee jump, crawl the Great Wall and sing to the river. as for now, i better stop dreaming and get a life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ps; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;thanks to all who had been sending text concerning if im alright and stuff.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;totally appreciate all of you! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;im okay, he's okay, both of us are okay. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;time is the best medicine and we'll know what we want. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'll learn how to love again &lt;strong&gt;with him&lt;/strong&gt;.&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/13327455-5996036096536537081?l=myamelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myamelove.blogspot.com/feeds/5996036096536537081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13327455&amp;postID=5996036096536537081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13327455/posts/default/5996036096536537081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13327455/posts/default/5996036096536537081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myamelove.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-will-you-choose.html' title='what will you choose'/><author><name>amelia.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13327455.post-299784705756236071</id><published>2009-04-24T23:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T00:10:44.471+08:00</updated><title type='text'>all the flowers that you planted...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/e_fPS0HwjJc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/e_fPS0HwjJc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;this is officially the first song that makes me cry, &lt;em&gt;literally cry. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i hope im doing the right thing, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;am i?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13327455-299784705756236071?l=myamelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myamelove.blogspot.com/feeds/299784705756236071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13327455&amp;postID=299784705756236071' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13327455/posts/default/299784705756236071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13327455/posts/default/299784705756236071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myamelove.blogspot.com/2009/04/all-flowers-that-you-planted.html' title='all the flowers that you planted...'/><author><name>amelia.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13327455.post-172752478163391904</id><published>2009-04-24T02:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T02:33:34.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pardon me,</title><content type='html'>the alignment might be screwed cause im using my mobile to blog as i cant seem to sleep after tossing and turning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nights like this, you just wish that you can pour all the overflowing thoughts to the person you love but most of the time, dont know why, he's just not at the sight where you need him the most. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i just wish love can be as naive as what's written all over fairytale, happily ever after. but it seems to differ. so why writters want to deceive on little children? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all the excuses, pack of lies over and over again, are what men are well known to do then. sorry if youre not one of them. but sad to say if you dont belong to that group, you probably want to go for gender check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodnight world, though i doubt i'll be sleeping yet. maybe i should go for a jog. well, words being free, im just joking about the latter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13327455-172752478163391904?l=myamelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myamelove.blogspot.com/feeds/172752478163391904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13327455&amp;postID=172752478163391904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13327455/posts/default/172752478163391904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13327455/posts/default/172752478163391904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myamelove.blogspot.com/2009/04/pardon-me.html' title='pardon me,'/><author><name>amelia.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13327455.post-1050189077255269547</id><published>2009-04-12T14:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T14:27:27.507+08:00</updated><title type='text'>amelia just want to say,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THANK YOU TO YOU YOU YOU AND YOU!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;11th april was yesterday, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;12th april is today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13th april&lt;/strong&gt; is tomorrow &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and that makes me 21 years old. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;it was really a blast yesterday and i had great time though time was spent very little with everyone. and i want to thank Rene Toh Jiawei, Cheryl Poh Xue'er, Mark Chua and of course my baby and parents. The latters had been great help and i think the party wont be a success without them! &lt;strong&gt;so, thank you very much everyone. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and of course, thanks for all who turn up and made my party an awesome one! and thanks for the pretty presents that you guys got me! im really worn out now. gonna slack now before reality sets in which i need to study for finals soon! rarrrrrrrrrrrr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13327455-1050189077255269547?l=myamelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myamelove.blogspot.com/feeds/1050189077255269547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13327455&amp;postID=1050189077255269547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13327455/posts/default/1050189077255269547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13327455/posts/default/1050189077255269547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myamelove.blogspot.com/2009/04/amelia-just-want-to-say.html' title='amelia just want to say,'/><author><name>amelia.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13327455.post-3949629475731305896</id><published>2009-04-10T00:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T00:25:28.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the annual meet up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;with &lt;em&gt;the biu.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;dinner was great with 8 oysters, soup of the day, main course and dessert. however, &lt;em&gt;the biu's &lt;/em&gt;stomach wasnt satisfied. walked around to shop before heading to bens for ice cream. brought him to daiso for a tour and the atas him prefer muji over daiso though the varieties are relatively similar to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;so anyway, after not getting anything from the latter, we decided to slack around long john for a drink. as usual, i will always be the story teller while he just listen and reply, "that's true". standard reply. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;though it was a short meet up to cover up for not attending my birthday party as he's shy to mingle around and plus, he only knows Morg and me, he decided to skip it. i dont blame him though he pretend to act shy, but anyway, happy belated birthday too biu! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in case youre wondering how he looks like, that is how nutty he goes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322726474516778242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D9itCaIPLTk/Sd4fhw4jzQI/AAAAAAAAAUg/jiOKFQANQrw/s320/DSC02722.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13327455-3949629475731305896?l=myamelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myamelove.blogspot.com/feeds/3949629475731305896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13327455&amp;postID=3949629475731305896' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13327455/posts/default/3949629475731305896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13327455/posts/default/3949629475731305896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myamelove.blogspot.com/2009/04/annual-meet-up.html' title='the annual meet up'/><author><name>amelia.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D9itCaIPLTk/Sd4fhw4jzQI/AAAAAAAAAUg/jiOKFQANQrw/s72-c/DSC02722.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13327455.post-7403664301615353345</id><published>2009-04-06T16:47:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T17:33:39.495+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the best thing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;is to be able to sleep the day away in rainy day like this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;im supposed to interact with the stack of notes, but i thought i would after a nap. and i tell myself, surf the net for a while first before napping. however, im stuck here for 2 hours already. and this is freaking not good. i need a discipline master. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;anyway, daddy came back home with a pile of letters that one summer day and i received this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D9itCaIPLTk/SdnD_MVdOfI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/hop7wIuhboU/s1600-h/DSC02719.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321499925125347826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D9itCaIPLTk/SdnD_MVdOfI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/hop7wIuhboU/s320/DSC02719.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the irritating birthday card from Melissa Tan Qi Hui. it was pretty hilarious when i tried to open the card but to no avail and when i turn behind, it reads "cards that wont open". anyway, its really sweet of her and i think the stamps are really cute. thanks SMELLY! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321499938547955442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D9itCaIPLTk/SdnD_-Vp9vI/AAAAAAAAAUY/JwTQ7Efmq3U/s320/DSC02720.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;and yesterday, i went over to my grams place for dinner and my auntie gave this to me. it was really thoughtful of her when i just casually make a comment that i want to get this while flipping through the magazine one sweet day and there it is. but i think it will end up in my mom's closet instead of mine...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and if you pop by here thinking what to get for my birthday, the best thing will be CASH. hehhhh. im going to nap now. goodbye. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13327455-7403664301615353345?l=myamelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myamelove.blogspot.com/feeds/7403664301615353345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13327455&amp;postID=7403664301615353345' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13327455/posts/default/7403664301615353345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13327455/posts/default/7403664301615353345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myamelove.blogspot.com/2009/04/best-thing.html' title='the best thing'/><author><name>amelia.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D9itCaIPLTk/SdnD_MVdOfI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/hop7wIuhboU/s72-c/DSC02719.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13327455.post-2996007608920780491</id><published>2009-04-01T22:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T22:53:56.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i dont know why</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;but im feeling rather &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;shitty&lt;/span&gt; now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13327455-2996007608920780491?l=myamelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myamelove.blogspot.com/feeds/2996007608920780491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13327455&amp;postID=2996007608920780491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13327455/posts/default/2996007608920780491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13327455/posts/default/2996007608920780491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myamelove.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-dont-know-why.html' title='i dont know why'/><author><name>amelia.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13327455.post-68207463067746250</id><published>2009-03-30T18:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T18:49:34.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'>all wrapped into one,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;with a ribbon on it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;30 March&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, marks the day that love was born. this is the third time i've been celebrating with him after we got together. 3 times of failed surprises are more than enough. i swear the fourth time will be a good one. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;let's just say that im not skilled in lying and he can see through me easily. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;30 March&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, also marks the day that we're together for 28 months. times leaves no mercy but happy moments do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;all in all, i love you sweetheart.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318924384029075874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D9itCaIPLTk/SdCdi-E3aaI/AAAAAAAAAUA/51X6KmfWKBs/s320/DSC00854.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY LOVE! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;xoxo,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13327455-68207463067746250?l=myamelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myamelove.blogspot.com/feeds/68207463067746250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13327455&amp;postID=68207463067746250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13327455/posts/default/68207463067746250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13327455/posts/default/68207463067746250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myamelove.blogspot.com/2009/03/all-wrapped-into-one.html' title='all wrapped into one,'/><author><name>amelia.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D9itCaIPLTk/SdCdi-E3aaI/AAAAAAAAAUA/51X6KmfWKBs/s72-c/DSC00854.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13327455.post-8738262659290396806</id><published>2009-03-25T23:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T00:00:55.711+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i cant wait to</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;see you again,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morg's being confined for 3 weeks and it sucks. its good in the sense that i can study (but which apparently im still not settled yet to study and this is more sucky). anyway, im watching over her dead body now in star movies and i still remember that was the first movie i caught alone! and that was long time ago...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the surprise party for Morg was over. it was great though he wasnt surprised but still, appreciate all our friends that turned up despite their busy schedules, and the heavy rain. actually, ive got nothing much to say, cause all i need was some motivation to study. sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13327455-8738262659290396806?l=myamelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myamelove.blogspot.com/feeds/8738262659290396806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13327455&amp;postID=8738262659290396806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13327455/posts/default/8738262659290396806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13327455/posts/default/8738262659290396806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myamelove.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-cant-wait-to.html' title='i cant wait to'/><author><name>amelia.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13327455.post-2146657977701085480</id><published>2009-03-16T17:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T17:34:51.665+08:00</updated><title type='text'>under the sea,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;there lives a mermaid? kid who.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's definitely a GREAT weekend with the victory of 4-1! honestly who expected that will happen though the Reds beat Real 4-0 few days ago before thrashing the Red devils at Old Trafford. but oh well, bygones shall be bygones.. and still, Man is leading by 4 points ahead with Chelsea smelling the backside. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;besides that, Friday was the last day of prelims and finally met yaphweeleng for the longest time in town. the crazy us had a walkathon that begins from 12pm to 10pm. moreover, she was in her heels. great job. Morg and tayweihan met us for dinner and then was to nydc for the singing of happy birthday to the dearest girl. it was awesomely great to meet up with her again. no time was spent silence. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday was getting up early to go CGH for Morg's therapy. hopefully the radiation and all will slowly kill the spots on his hands. went back to his place to catch a short nap before heading over to princess on ice! went in pretty late but it was good. my favourite was Cinderella and Morg's was Mulan. are you thinking the same as i do? like why is Mulan featured as one of the princesses. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway, we bought some food from cold storage and slacked in the car while watching some guys playing soccer and many walking their dogs. went back to his place for the showdown with rongde coming at 8 plus, just right before the game. catched the hills before sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a boring monday with class on from 7pm to 10pm. who in the right mind goes for night classes and it's situated at management house. okay, im the one who's not in the right mind. sigh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313716359368607890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D9itCaIPLTk/Sb4c4CVZCJI/AAAAAAAAAT4/vm4i_8J1-xo/s320/DSC02557.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;see those spots on his hands? let's hope they will be gone soon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13327455-2146657977701085480?l=myamelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myamelove.blogspot.com/feeds/2146657977701085480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13327455&amp;postID=2146657977701085480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13327455/posts/default/2146657977701085480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13327455/posts/default/2146657977701085480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myamelove.blogspot.com/2009/03/under-sea.html' title='under the sea,'/><author><name>amelia.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D9itCaIPLTk/Sb4c4CVZCJI/AAAAAAAAAT4/vm4i_8J1-xo/s72-c/DSC02557.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13327455.post-6249729508388003077</id><published>2009-03-06T15:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T15:17:10.511+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lucky,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;to be &lt;em&gt;im yours&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the concert featuring him is over. 1 hour 40 minutes just passed by like nuts and boy, can he really sing. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309967994724438866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D9itCaIPLTk/SbDLwf4-U1I/AAAAAAAAATo/GGNJvVu5FbQ/s320/on+stage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;he's really charming with strong vocals and i dont even think i can ever hit his high pitch. all in all, its just so worth it to catch him pretty near and oh, i paid 30 bucks more than others all thanks to the parking summon, the very first one i received, thank you very much. :) decided not to ask dad to pay cause afterall is my fault. oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309967996174600658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D9itCaIPLTk/SbDLwlSuCdI/AAAAAAAAATw/AFIoK4bJnhc/s320/jason+mraz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway! on the way home, it was raining like snowing and the road condition was vague. there's this time i think i nearly kiss either the car on my left or the poles on my right cause the car on the second lane went through a &lt;i&gt;puddle&lt;/i&gt; &lt;strong&gt;pool &lt;/strong&gt;of water and it splashed all over the front view as if im undergo a car wash, honestly. it was seriously crazy but fortunately nothing happened. okay, im going to change my ds theme. byebye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13327455-6249729508388003077?l=myamelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myamelove.blogspot.com/feeds/6249729508388003077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13327455&amp;postID=6249729508388003077' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13327455/posts/default/6249729508388003077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13327455/posts/default/6249729508388003077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myamelove.blogspot.com/2009/03/lucky.html' title='lucky,'/><author><name>amelia.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D9itCaIPLTk/SbDLwf4-U1I/AAAAAAAAATo/GGNJvVu5FbQ/s72-c/on+stage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13327455.post-1415362926209611916</id><published>2009-03-03T16:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T16:37:40.621+08:00</updated><title type='text'>are you the exception,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;or are you the rule?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308876350873500178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 216px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D9itCaIPLTk/Sazq6dpJehI/AAAAAAAAATg/udEyCs3FbY4/s320/hes_just_not_that_into_you_ver2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;it was this movie that i caught yesterday with Cheryl, Jiechao and Dhruv. i admit that i fell asleep for a little at the beginning of the movie, and that was due to really tiredness. and boy, im so attracted to the way Neil proposed to Beth. pretty simple plot but real sweet. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so anyway, today has been really just slacking around. skype with Mel and Brenda. did some web-surfing and im really bored now. goodbye.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13327455-1415362926209611916?l=myamelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myamelove.blogspot.com/feeds/1415362926209611916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13327455&amp;postID=1415362926209611916' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13327455/posts/default/1415362926209611916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13327455/posts/default/1415362926209611916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myamelove.blogspot.com/2009/03/are-you-exception.html' title='are you the exception,'/><author><name>amelia.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D9itCaIPLTk/Sazq6dpJehI/AAAAAAAAATg/udEyCs3FbY4/s72-c/hes_just_not_that_into_you_ver2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13327455.post-2093690752897175376</id><published>2009-03-01T21:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T21:56:40.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>im going to watch this!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D9itCaIPLTk/SaqRqiVRUmI/AAAAAAAAATY/buYtWsuuA-o/s1600-h/Bttn_image.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308215270766105186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 257px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 188px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D9itCaIPLTk/SaqRqiVRUmI/AAAAAAAAATY/buYtWsuuA-o/s320/Bttn_image.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; yes, its a little kiddish to watch this now. but my dearest Morg bought the tickets for 2 after much whinings from me that i want to watch this. so sweet of him right. or should i say my whinings are effective? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, the boy even suggest to rent prince and princess outfits and wear to Singapore Indoor Stadium on that day itself. isnt he mad honestly. i think after he entered NDU, he became a little nutty already. like today, we went to the MacDonalds, that outlet happen not to have the milkshake machine. and he was questioning the auntie serving us like why no machine and is it that the MacDonalds gonna stop selling the milkshakes etc. obviously he was flirting with the 50ish auntie and end up she made 2 sundaes instead of 1 that we ordered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are other incidents that happened which make me think that NDU really makes one think that nothing is impossible. my boyf is a classical role model. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, prelims are a big screwed. so heck it. its time to party! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13327455-2093690752897175376?l=myamelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myamelove.blogspot.com/feeds/2093690752897175376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13327455&amp;postID=2093690752897175376' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13327455/posts/default/2093690752897175376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13327455/posts/default/2093690752897175376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myamelove.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-going-to-watch-this.html' title='im going to watch this!'/><author><name>amelia.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D9itCaIPLTk/SaqRqiVRUmI/AAAAAAAAATY/buYtWsuuA-o/s72-c/Bttn_image.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13327455.post-8475643631287315341</id><published>2009-02-22T21:48:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T22:15:07.708+08:00</updated><title type='text'>let's find,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;way back into love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its a boring Sunday night once again. im back to the West... this week has been crazy after staying home for 3 days? thought could settle down to study, but the lazy cells in me has been influencing my brain cells terribly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to send Jo off on Saturday together with the boy. it was another hard-to-departure moment unlike MelissaTanQiHui's one. the latter went through the customs like as if she cant wait to go back to her motherland. but actual fact is she cant wait to shop and travel around back in US. lousy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and after that was to Morg's place for some boardgame, or rather card game. brought the stack of cards that Rongde bought for me for Chirstmas and the buyer was there to play as well. catched the Chelsea game at the same time. caught a little of the Arsenal game before went out for supper with the boy, Rongde and Yinghui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then come today when time leaves no mercy. his parents bought brunch back and i tagged along when they went to view houses. went back home and watched tv with his mom before joining the boy in guitar hero. had dinner though i find it quite difficult to consume food still with so many empty slots in my mouth. (extracted 4 teeths) and outcome is having number of ulcers cause i was chewing on the food too harshly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay anyway, pardon me if this entry seems like alien wordings to you. cause i also have no exact idea what i want to convey here. so goodnight, and liverpool better win tonight. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305623358548925106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D9itCaIPLTk/SaFcVY5S2rI/AAAAAAAAATQ/Q7XQG898nlI/s320/DSC02394.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the outcome when Amelia is bored, taking pictures....&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/13327455-8475643631287315341?l=myamelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myamelove.blogspot.com/feeds/8475643631287315341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13327455&amp;postID=8475643631287315341' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13327455/posts/default/8475643631287315341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13327455/posts/default/8475643631287315341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myamelove.blogspot.com/2009/02/lets-find.html' title='let&apos;s find,'/><author><name>amelia.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D9itCaIPLTk/SaFcVY5S2rI/AAAAAAAAATQ/Q7XQG898nlI/s72-c/DSC02394.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13327455.post-5378312517236725827</id><published>2009-02-09T23:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T23:59:36.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'>be motivated,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;and inspired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i found something interesting in Wikipedia. not that ive got nothing better to do than to type 'amelia' in the search column but was reading Pat's blog entry of &lt;strong&gt;are you going to finish strong&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gqantZJ6WwM"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gqantZJ6WwM&lt;/a&gt; is where you click and take a look at this amazing guy, Nick Vujicic, who has the rare Tetra-Amelia disorder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yes, Tetra-Amelia syndrome is a very rare disorder characterised by the absence of all four limbs. and what caught my eyes is this,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The name's parts both come from Greek. "Tetra" is the Greek word for "four," and &lt;strong&gt;"amelia" refers to the failure of an arm or leg to develop before birth&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm, now i wonder why people name their daughter, Amelia......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, Morg is down with Pityriasis Rosea which i thought was chicken pox at first when i saw him over the weekend... but the boy is doing all good, not to worry. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13327455-5378312517236725827?l=myamelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myamelove.blogspot.com/feeds/5378312517236725827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13327455&amp;postID=5378312517236725827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13327455/posts/default/5378312517236725827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13327455/posts/default/5378312517236725827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myamelove.blogspot.com/2009/02/be-motivated.html' title='be motivated,'/><author><name>amelia.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13327455.post-4400748548959199656</id><published>2009-02-06T01:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T02:13:47.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when the four girls meet,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;its love all around. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just came back from Rene's place and it was really a sweet gathering. picked Brenda and Rene up from KAP and went over to Toh's residence. and i swear Toh's dog is humongously gigantic. dont ask me what breed cause i really dont know and it seems like a mini lion when it charges towards you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheryl came shortly after and its steamboat time with just the four of us. small yet cozy and lovely! Mark popped by and boy, he seems better, so much better. just hope that he'll recover real soon! went to catch the 9pm show and sent Mark home. went to Chomp for dessert and left for Rene's place again to catch up after complaining about the smell that reeks onto one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after not talking much, Brenda needs to go home cause silly her didnt bring keys out and has to go back before her younger brother sleeps. sent Cheryl to Quing's place and was talking for a while in the car until it got pretty late. had a pretty long ride home and this is the first time i never hit onto the first lane on the expressway. oh anyway, i drove my godbro's car today cause he went Hong Kong for marathon. honestly, who will pay so much to go marathon in another country? i rather use the money to go for a holiday seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, im getting no where with this post. HEH. so, goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13327455-4400748548959199656?l=myamelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myamelove.blogspot.com/feeds/4400748548959199656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13327455&amp;postID=4400748548959199656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13327455/posts/default/4400748548959199656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13327455/posts/default/4400748548959199656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myamelove.blogspot.com/2009/02/when-four-girls-meet.html' title='when the four girls meet,'/><author><name>amelia.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13327455.post-829213005386681027</id><published>2009-02-03T18:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T19:28:07.109+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and the cow says,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;mooooooooooooooooooooooo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(happy lunar new year!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;so today marks the 9th day of lunar new year. all i can say is ive got an enjoyable time spent during this period of time with the extended family, friends and of course him, who had a 10 days off which is all over and back in camp to be a good boy now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;anyway, first day is with the paternal and second's with the maternal. third day was over at his place and then to bugis junction for teppanyaki with his family before buying monopoly here &amp;amp; now: the world edition. dumb me lost a dollar when i flipped the brand new gold coin, trying to decide if i should get it, and it got lost in the midst of air and no where to be found even searching high and low for it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;the boy and i played the game till 1230am to catch Jon &amp;amp; Kate plus 8. continued our game after that and i won the game in the end though he was leading in the beginning. totally love the game. &lt;em&gt;still remember when Jenn, Jo and me played in the games room with so much laughter moo-ing around.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;so i catched some sleep before waking up to catch the Liverpool and Wigan match. it was a total disappointment and im surprised that Morg didnt fell asleep, but beside him was a darn sleepy cow snoring away, &lt;em&gt;me. &lt;/em&gt;went for brunch with mom and slacked a little before going back to his place. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;karaoked with his family while he left for soccer at ECP. his mom just purchased this karaoke system like the ones in kbox or partyworld. the smelly boy came back from his soccer and just nice to catch Jon &amp;amp; Kate plus 8. went to bath and sleep after that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;the very next day was heading over to Mark's place. it was helluva fun with Rene, Brenda, Mark, Sam and some army friends of Mark and Morg. &lt;em&gt;laksa, wine, chocolate fondue, many fruits, vodka and baileys were love. but the company was even more lovely. &lt;/em&gt;played circles of death and thats when one of them got drunk and went into deep sleep. good thing the boy dont drink and we went back to his place. according to him, i fell asleep immediately when i rest my body on the bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;okay, seems like it has been a long composition already. getting naggy. so anyway, 6 more days to go before one doesnt have the excuse to procrastinate about prelims drawing near. &lt;s&gt;&lt;em&gt;sucks.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298530531879778402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 243px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D9itCaIPLTk/SYgpcihBeGI/AAAAAAAAATI/ulzb-BWJAv8/s320/kids.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13327455-829213005386681027?l=myamelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myamelove.blogspot.com/feeds/829213005386681027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13327455&amp;postID=829213005386681027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13327455/posts/default/829213005386681027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13327455/posts/default/829213005386681027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myamelove.blogspot.com/2009/02/and-cow-says.html' title='and the cow says,'/><author><name>amelia.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D9itCaIPLTk/SYgpcihBeGI/AAAAAAAAATI/ulzb-BWJAv8/s72-c/kids.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13327455.post-4427291914960723750</id><published>2009-01-22T23:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T23:34:17.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;requires patience&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;sometimes i dont understand,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;sometimes i dont know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;my point here is, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i dont know what you want.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;just tell me and i will.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13327455-4427291914960723750?l=myamelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myamelove.blogspot.com/feeds/4427291914960723750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13327455&amp;postID=4427291914960723750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13327455/posts/default/4427291914960723750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13327455/posts/default/4427291914960723750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myamelove.blogspot.com/2009/01/love.html' title='love'/><author><name>amelia.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13327455.post-5272818991618263229</id><published>2009-01-19T22:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T23:03:31.441+08:00</updated><title type='text'>youre not moving,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;because the air is still?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every year has been getting quieter and quieter especially during festive season. my dad would probably put up the chinese new year decorations by now but apparently nothing's up. it's good in a way cause we probably wont have to waste time to remove the bits and bits of blu-tacks after 3 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as time goes by, more and more people are leaving Singapore to further studies. and on my 21st, TanQiHui will be happily shopping for my birthday present in LV (:D), Joanne Brenda Lester will be mugging back in Australia, Rongde will be faithfully serving the nation in Taiwan and my babylove might be confined for 3 weeks during my birthday period. how wonderful to know all these news right...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*just received a text from the boy. better call him back before lights off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13327455-5272818991618263229?l=myamelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myamelove.blogspot.com/feeds/5272818991618263229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13327455&amp;postID=5272818991618263229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13327455/posts/default/5272818991618263229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13327455/posts/default/5272818991618263229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myamelove.blogspot.com/2009/01/youre-not-moving.html' title='youre not moving,'/><author><name>amelia.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13327455.post-2237238535337369595</id><published>2009-01-07T22:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T22:39:07.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hold on</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;to everything that you believe,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the "hell-day" was all good. hitched a ride from Alan to school in the morning and after class was to canteen with the usuals. went to library to study with Calvin and its productive! went for socio class in the afternoon. cabbed home and met my parents at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so, went for the dental appointment today. talked to the dentist and outcome, extract 4 teeth. (2 upper and 2 lower) AND, withdrawing 2 of my wisdom teeth. (wahpiang! can you imagine what my reaction was when he was saying that i need to go for 2 surgeries to extract my wisdom. its like shdskhfpaisdjapfhagohsd man.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after consultation, i was discussing with my parents if braces is on for me cause im seriously afraid of pain. after not much help from them cause they keep saying up to me, i decided to go back and get my x-ray done and the moulding. so everything's fixed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5th feb and 12th feb will be the extraction. and &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18th feb&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; will be braces up! :) so see me before my ugly teeth is gone! cant wait for 18th feb though. :*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13327455-2237238535337369595?l=myamelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13327455.post-3408045633124625897</id><published>2009-01-06T22:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T22:49:17.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>life is so short</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;to let it go,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;attended my grandaunt's wake and thinking about the past when we visited her during chinese new year, she'll enter her room empty handed, and went out with many red packets on her hand. with the festive nearing, she's up to the sky celebrating that joyous occasion with her other partner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my baby called at about 8.30pm and it was really quiet, unlike the usual, then to find out that they lights out already. and in a few hours time, it'll be the commence of his hellweek and i really wonder how he'll be aftermath. hopefully everything will be alright for him! cant wait to see him again though he's pretty irritating most of the times. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i need to sleep early tonight. its hellday for me tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13327455-3408045633124625897?l=myamelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myamelove.blogspot.com/feeds/3408045633124625897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13327455&amp;postID=3408045633124625897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13327455/posts/default/3408045633124625897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13327455/posts/default/3408045633124625897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myamelove.blogspot.com/2009/01/life-is-so-short.html' title='life is so short'/><author><name>amelia.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13327455.post-8245345412178279639</id><published>2009-01-01T16:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T17:09:35.719+08:00</updated><title type='text'>start of something new.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;end of 2oo8, start of 2oo9!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;the weather is so not ideal to do anything but bum around. hardworking me decided to upload photos and blog instead of resting my arse on the crouch all day long. the boy just left my house and driving back home now. poor him has to book in tonight and he will be booking out again tomorrow afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the last day of o8 was @ mel's. there were quing, cheryl, mel, amelia, rongde, shangzhao, yongjie, yongjie's girlf, jere, peifen, yongxi, shaoping, morgan, jason and pauline (hopefully i never miss anyone out).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the proud quing was nutty after being punctual for the first time and start calling people and commented how late mel and me were. went to meet them at Vivocity, giant and headed back to mel's after getting food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;prepared a little and was being commanded to play guitar hero with quing while mel and cheryl prepared the rest of the food. shortly after, everyone came and we had steamboat till yongjie and mel's maid were kinda fighting over the remote controller. in the end, everyone were satisfied with little nyonya after switching between channel 55 and 03 for 3 times. mariah, mel's maid, had to leave the hall and went back to the kitchen after attempt failures of watching channel 55.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;continued our guitar hero and mahjong till the last 20 minutes of countdown. after 5 4 3 2 1, went to the playground with the fire sparkles, all thanks to quing's idea. after mel complained about mosquito bites, we went back and played taboo. left mel's at about 3 with the boy over at my place. &amp;amp; there goes all the public holidays. the next up is on the 26th......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286249554049372882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D9itCaIPLTk/SVyH9i8uEtI/AAAAAAAAASw/-QFJdhwzD_g/s320/DSC01998.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286249558503537154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D9itCaIPLTk/SVyH9zirOgI/AAAAAAAAAS4/lFF8rpWuSnw/s320/DSC02088.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13327455-8245345412178279639?l=myamelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myamelove.blogspot.com/feeds/8245345412178279639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13327455&amp;postID=8245345412178279639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13327455/posts/default/8245345412178279639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13327455/posts/default/8245345412178279639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myamelove.blogspot.com/2009/01/start-of-something-new.html' title='start of something new.'/><author><name>amelia.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D9itCaIPLTk/SVyH9i8uEtI/AAAAAAAAASw/-QFJdhwzD_g/s72-c/DSC01998.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13327455.post-2435213853812867630</id><published>2008-12-30T01:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T01:59:50.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>she's like the wind.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;we're in heaven,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;over the weekends was over at this place:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D9itCaIPLTk/SVkI1NpjGWI/AAAAAAAAASY/koSeHsytWVk/s1600-h/DSC01891.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285265347986004322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D9itCaIPLTk/SVkI1NpjGWI/AAAAAAAAASY/koSeHsytWVk/s320/DSC01891.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; boarded the ship at 7 plus on Friday. went for dinner at Bella Vista and then went to chill with my family and relatives till about 11 plus before heading for supper. and after supper was mahjong until 4 plus in the morning. knocked off at 5am and got up at 10 plus the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to sun-tan alone with the really powerful burning hot sun shining on me every now and then for 2 hours. went for lunch alone again, cause the rest took theirs already. so, i had all these ALL BY MYSELF. so crazy full i swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D9itCaIPLTk/SVkI0hR2L8I/AAAAAAAAASQ/MVxBdnLLoTM/s1600-h/DSC01860.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285265336075431874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D9itCaIPLTk/SVkI0hR2L8I/AAAAAAAAASQ/MVxBdnLLoTM/s320/DSC01860.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the best thing of the dessert, is almond jelly! and look at the portion given, only 1 piece of almond jelly. a bit hmmmmmmmmmmmm right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D9itCaIPLTk/SVkI0eQ4lDI/AAAAAAAAASI/tw2pAI6kpvw/s1600-h/DSC01859.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285265335266087986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D9itCaIPLTk/SVkI0eQ4lDI/AAAAAAAAASI/tw2pAI6kpvw/s320/DSC01859.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, after we reached home on Sunday, everyone took a solid 2 hours or more nap with my mom and me occupying one sofa and dozed off and the rest (daddy, gigi and precelia) napping with comfort on their beds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went over to my grams place for dinner after that to realize my uncle's back from London. he'll be here for 3 weeks before flying back again. my aunt has been asking me to go over with my cousin for the coming May and my grams agreed to pay on my air tickets. but who's gonna pay for my expenses? till i find one geneous sponsor, or not Singapore shall be my destination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to school for boring class again and met my babysister in town to watch Yes Man! OH BOY. that movie is swear-ly hilarious! honestly, that is really worth the money to watch. i miss those times when morgan and i watched movies like some shareholders of gv and cathay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;besides that, today marks the 25 months together.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285271590173486146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D9itCaIPLTk/SVkOgjnBLEI/AAAAAAAAASo/kYIZVQb58GE/s320/DSC01703.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;there are honestly many ups and downs, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;too many to name for the happy moments.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;amp; though there are little unhappy moments,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;please promise that gone were the unhappiness...&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/13327455-2435213853812867630?l=myamelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myamelove.blogspot.com/feeds/2435213853812867630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13327455&amp;postID=2435213853812867630' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13327455/posts/default/2435213853812867630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13327455/posts/default/2435213853812867630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myamelove.blogspot.com/2008/12/shes-like-wind.html' title='she&apos;s like the wind.'/><author><name>amelia.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D9itCaIPLTk/SVkI1NpjGWI/AAAAAAAAASY/koSeHsytWVk/s72-c/DSC01891.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13327455.post-8228385113180737865</id><published>2008-12-26T16:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T16:28:27.507+08:00</updated><title type='text'>26 December 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;jingle bells rock,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;so what's everyone doing on the boxing day? i nearly forgot that today's a normal working Friday for many. but at the same time, i know of a handful of my relatives take leave for a long weekend. its pretty cool that next week gonna be a short week once again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;so the bash is over, and new friends found. it was really fun with many people you know are around and with my dearest cherylpohva next to me wherever i am. and the very next day is to be soong's partner to his social night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Saturday was out with the boy to town to get his family's christmas presents and finally some time off to catch a movie. something we always do in the past before government pulls him into a year and 10 months of fun. caught twilight and i wonder why vampires are so fair? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and Monday was to sent the clothes to dry clean with joel and his dad. i swear his daddy is really hilarious, trying to bargain for us over the pricing and stuff. and he's really nice to send joel around to get the sponsors stuff done. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;went school early in the morning on Tuesday to submit my assignment and went to meet the bunch in town. headed to line's place to literally fool around instead of studying. bus-ed over to Mark's place. met this Samaritan when im lost somewhere in this Thomson neighbourhood. and had a really good feast over at his place. all thanks to his mommy. and was relieved to see that strong boy recovering fast and well! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;here comes the eve of Christmas and was over at Grand Copthrone for a wedding dinner. went to mount faber with the boy and family. got up early for his church christmas lunch and went back home before another ten course meal at Raffles Country Club to celebrate grams birthday. she was so dead drunk that she was dancing when my mom played Low on the phone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and on this boring afternoon, im getting ready to meet Captain Jack at Virgo later. please give me lovely sun over the weekend. told my parents im so gonna be at the poolside all day long. :D and lastly,&lt;strong&gt; happy christmas dudes and dudettes! :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284012238331505186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D9itCaIPLTk/SVSVIoaQ6iI/AAAAAAAAASA/ZvH53gBKuI8/s320/DSC01663.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13327455-8228385113180737865?l=myamelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13327455.post-2909829531207557169</id><published>2008-12-09T21:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T21:30:44.064+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i dont understand</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;i dont understand and will never;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why women always take a longer time to piss and there's always a queue to enter the cubicle, whereas the men tend to take a shorter time with the best thing on earth that they dont have to queue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;besides that, after entering the cubicle, the first thing that most of the female will do is to take the toilet paper and wipe that toilet seat. are we being paid to be cleaner of public toilets? and honestly, i dont understand how women can piss all over the seat! its pretty ridiculous i feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of which, the most thing is not flushing after usage. what the heck! i think school not only need to provide sex education but also the foundation of using the toilet properly. like how to piss properly and how to flush after using and even simple things like washing the darn hands after answering nature call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you wonder why i make a big fuss out of it, that's cause i visited this particular shopping mall that's located near my place and this lady who was using before i went in was slightly older than me and she came out without flushing and washing her hands. crap everywhere and i nearly vomited the salmon sashimi i ate previously out. its that disgusting, trust me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and December finally is here! cant wait for the bash and pageant to arrive! 9 days more to go! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13327455-2909829531207557169?l=myamelove.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13327455.post-6424798652390682550</id><published>2008-12-02T13:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T13:37:08.711+08:00</updated><title type='text'>broaden horizon and lay back</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;broaden horizon and see the world,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's what i guess everyone should be doing instead of dwelling on the past and sticking onto the same routine. words beings words, i hope this time round i will really mean what i say or rather, actions speak louder than words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hitting the second day of December, its gonna be a brand new beginning i hope and in 29 days time, we'll be sending 2008 away. cant wait for a new start of 2009 and i seriously hope everything will be better than this year. i wont say i totally hate this year, but let's just say that many unhappiness happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway! i just realized December is a long month with 31 days, but its the busiest month for many if you realized. so many events coming up and cant wait for Christmas to be here. everywhere has been playing Christmas jingles and darn, they really make my heart jump around. too bad no snow and nothing to add to the beautiful festive back in here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, so next monday is public holiday but there's meeting on. pretty lifeless to have meeting yes but has to attend. and next week gonna zoom off fast enough. then following week will be back of the mel and the event on the 18th! 19th will be going to the social night to be rongde's partner. hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh whatever, i need to take a break. feeling all so tired. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13327455-6424798652390682550?l=myamelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myamelove.blogspot.com/feeds/6424798652390682550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13327455&amp;postID=6424798652390682550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13327455/posts/default/6424798652390682550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13327455/posts/default/6424798652390682550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myamelove.blogspot.com/2008/12/broaden-horizon-and-lay-back.html' title='broaden horizon and lay back'/><author><name>amelia.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13327455.post-3602224628224865481</id><published>2008-11-28T17:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T18:14:53.802+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i feel for you dear.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;i feel for you dear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. after reading through her blog, i teared. i feel for you dear. i really do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was supposed to be a lovely day with tanning at cafe del mar with ju, jo and lester and then singing session with quing and jane. so after dinner at Thomson plaza, was on the phone with jo when morgan called quing's phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought he gonna scold me for not answering his call when im on the phone with jo, i was seriously petrified, and moreover his voice was shivering. and received the news from him that Mark met an accident and was having operation then. honestly, i didnt know what and how to react. i just saw the fine him 2 weeks ago, surprising his love. and what now....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so asked quing if we can go over to look for her. so picked and sent her to Tan Tock Seng Hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slept for 5 hours before she called and drove down to TTSH to look for her. and honestly when i saw him, my heart really fell so deep. can you imagine how she's feeling? but i would say the both of them are really strong, especially him. the doctor and nurses were telling his parents that he's been real cheerful and positive...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after a while, i had my stunt again. i seriously doesnt know what's into me, but most of the time when i head to the hospital for visits, either my blood or sugar level went down so fast that i felt giddy and my vision was blurred. i guess it was the mental block in me that causes my brain to react this way. thank the sky that her another friend was there to hold me out of the SICU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rest for a while outside before she came out and we left for lunch with his family. then sent her to my place. quing came and picked her up after his work to send her there. they should be there now i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and dear, you're really strong and stop blaming on yourself cause of the work issue and whatever karma shit is nonsense. what happen will eventually happen alright. and your boy needs you the most right now. be there with him and make sure he passed through this stage positively. he will be fine, im certain. and whatever you need help, you know who to look for. we all will be there alright. dont brood over it. loves you rene. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13327455-3602224628224865481?l=myamelove.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13327455.post-1088118200626177008</id><published>2008-11-24T20:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T20:52:18.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'>after so long</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;after so long,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im back to blog! hopefully i will be more regular in blogging. but seriously, who still bother to come here and read what's going on in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nevertheless, im watching life transformers now. a channel 8 show that films some heartlanders with difficulties cleaning their house and stuff. it can be pretty touching especially the previous episode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, these 2 weeks are CRAP. with many assignments and tests, and also bad times with someone, everything just fall in place at the right time to make me real down. but i really appreciate that many are there for me. thanks all. many loves. xoxoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a month more to Christmas! i used to look really forward to santa, but now with a wedding dinner to attend on that night, my plan for count down is half past gone. but i still want to meet up with all the loves to 5! 4! 3! 2! 1! and moreover mel will be back! (you better keep that day for us, hahaha!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and, i need to get back to study. tests are all here. yucks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: stay tune and i promise i will update soon. 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