<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28837040</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:47:36.352-07:00</updated><title type='text'>only you</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonlyuou.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28837040/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonlyuou.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>the only I love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00885716161686855145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>54</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28837040.post-117232506165050847</id><published>2007-02-24T05:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T05:51:01.886-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4989/3060/320/735097/DSC00933.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I really loved this flower. it was given from him. I received the first flower from him for our first valentine Day. I felt that this flower is simple.but I am alr contented what he had given me. I really thanks him for giving a nice Valentine Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4989/3060/1600/551701/DSC00948.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4989/3060/320/842970/DSC00948.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; above this picture, is the place located at KL-the chinatown street market. there is alot of thing to buy if you wants to buy any branded stuffs. I didnot buy anything. however, i ate alot of thing from there. i did went to this thai temple at the peanang. i am so small in this pic. this photo was taken by my sis. she want to have the overview pic.ahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4989/3060/1600/11737/DSC01004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4989/3060/320/773220/DSC01004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4989/3060/1600/684037/DSC00937.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4989/3060/320/510060/DSC00937.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy chinese new year! 2007. This is year I went to malaysia to celebrate my chinese new year. I love the place at peanang. The place had alot of decalicaies of food. I really love the food down there. but the safety of the crime and the road was petty dangerous. every day there is a car accident there. I saw several singapore cars went in malaysia, however some car were crashed. I realised human life is so short. you will never know what we will happened to us or me myself. we human have to lived happily and not to be grumpy . I felt that we should do something happy when we are still young. anywhere. happy chinese new year Every one!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28837040-117232506165050847?l=theonlyuou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonlyuou.blogspot.com/feeds/117232506165050847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28837040&amp;postID=117232506165050847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28837040/posts/default/117232506165050847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28837040/posts/default/117232506165050847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonlyuou.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-really-loved-this-flower.html' title=''/><author><name>the only I love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00885716161686855145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28837040.post-117090180586245783</id><published>2007-02-07T17:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T18:30:06.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4989/3060/1600/116269/DSC00903.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4989/3060/320/69583/DSC00903.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4989/3060/1600/295322/DSC00901.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4989/3060/320/913812/DSC00901.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is Digital Lesson.Before we start the lesson, Mr caleb want us every one to give a speech. "Thank Mr caleb teaching us digital lesson.."This is what I said. Throughout the problem 1-16, I had fun with this class. Intially I thought this class want to achieve "A" only. Buy anyway they do this because they want to slack the last two weeks of the problem. maybe some of them want to go school to learn something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;above show that Mr caleb do the ppt for one'sbirthday. It was indeed funny la. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28837040-117090180586245783?l=theonlyuou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonlyuou.blogspot.com/feeds/117090180586245783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28837040&amp;postID=117090180586245783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28837040/posts/default/117090180586245783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28837040/posts/default/117090180586245783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonlyuou.blogspot.com/2007/02/today-is-digital-lesson.html' title=''/><author><name>the only I love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00885716161686855145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28837040.post-117086138396542449</id><published>2007-02-07T07:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T07:29:00.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It had been one month that I did not update my blog. I shall keep you updated what I had done for past few weeks. Finishing year two, is an achievement for me. it shown that I am going grow up. Every semseter in RP, we alway change class and make alot of friends.Being a student in E36L,I had fun with them in the BBQ session. at last,We had fun and laughters. i think i plan the this outing well! Another three more day of lesson will be finish. I had received a call from ABB company that I am available for their job. this is a good news for me. THe most worry is I am going to get my o level english result this friday. Iwill be getting the result throught internet at 2.30pm. do i think i should go to school? on that day, i have meeting with Ya. it will be the last meeting. And i have one more activity go to the RFID lab to visit to. so how. lets see tomo how lor! I love this photo! nice snap shoot by One!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4989/3060/1600/188560/edition.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4989/3060/320/932427/edition.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The place we BBQ at.. Is very far to get the water refill. I hate to walk to 7/11 to buy Charcaol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4989/3060/1600/657425/DSCF4468.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4989/3060/320/136015/DSCF4468.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; oh no! they say &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;my mouth very big&lt;/span&gt;! gotta caught by them! however i am happy !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4989/3060/1600/891760/DSCF4534.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4989/3060/320/552646/DSCF4534.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more pics to come..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28837040-117086138396542449?l=theonlyuou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonlyuou.blogspot.com/feeds/117086138396542449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28837040&amp;postID=117086138396542449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28837040/posts/default/117086138396542449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28837040/posts/default/117086138396542449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonlyuou.blogspot.com/2007/02/it-had-been-one-month-that-i-did-not.html' title=''/><author><name>the only I love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00885716161686855145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28837040.post-116675898229854597</id><published>2006-12-21T19:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T06:40:54.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have just read some fact in the hotmail. I donot sure if they are true or unrealistic.&lt;br /&gt;1. People who use their "brain" to work or students who study hard day &lt;br /&gt;and night, should drink more chrysanthemum Tea. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. People who need a lot of body energy to work or those people that do a &lt;br /&gt;lot of exercise everyday, should drink Wu Loong Tea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.People who travel on a bike or work in dirty and polluted &lt;br /&gt;places,should drink Green Tea. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I will try someday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28837040-116675898229854597?l=theonlyuou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonlyuou.blogspot.com/feeds/116675898229854597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28837040&amp;postID=116675898229854597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28837040/posts/default/116675898229854597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28837040/posts/default/116675898229854597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonlyuou.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-have-just-read-some-fact-in-hotmail.html' title=''/><author><name>the only I love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00885716161686855145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28837040.post-116625637011265795</id><published>2006-12-15T23:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T00:06:10.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am back from the gym. After the gym, I went to have my breakfast cum lunch. I ate duck rice. It has been a long time I did not workout my fitness. After doing the execrise, I felt refreshed and younger.hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on I went to the Lot one (starhub) shop to look for the promotional price. I am going to renew my plan if not going to increment my bill. Later, I bought newspaper to look for any permanent part time job to secure my financial. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;audrey is planning to go thailand next year because as we are going to year 3. we could not afford the time to go anywhere. so this is the right time to go holiday. I see the calender that we are going to chiong for week one to 12. I have to come to school every day and I haven take my elective module. it was going to be the stress and hectic life style. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should now plan my career from now onward. There is alot of thing that i haven accomplished. I am going to tewnty years old le. I am going old le. !!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28837040-116625637011265795?l=theonlyuou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonlyuou.blogspot.com/feeds/116625637011265795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28837040&amp;postID=116625637011265795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28837040/posts/default/116625637011265795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28837040/posts/default/116625637011265795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonlyuou.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-am-back-from-gym.html' title=''/><author><name>the only I love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00885716161686855145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28837040.post-116614604013501140</id><published>2006-12-14T17:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T17:27:20.380-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Have a Sanguine Temperament&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whattempermentareyouquiz/sanguine.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are an optimistic person who is easily content.&lt;br /&gt;You enjoy casual, light tasks - never wanting to delve too deep into anything.&lt;br /&gt;A bit fickle, it's easy for you to change plans or paths when presented with something better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You enjoy all of the great things life has to offer - food, friends, and fun.&lt;br /&gt;A great talker, you can keep the conversation going for hours.&lt;br /&gt;You are optimistic and sure of your success. If you fail, you don't worry about it too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At your worst, you are vain. You are obsessed with your own attractiveness.&lt;br /&gt;A horrible flirt, you tend to jump into love affairs and relationship drama easily.&lt;br /&gt;You're very jealous - which just magnifies the craziness around you.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whattempermentareyouquiz/"&gt;What Temperment Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28837040-116614604013501140?l=theonlyuou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonlyuou.blogspot.com/feeds/116614604013501140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28837040&amp;postID=116614604013501140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28837040/posts/default/116614604013501140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28837040/posts/default/116614604013501140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonlyuou.blogspot.com/2006/12/you-have-sanguine-temperament-you-are.html' title=''/><author><name>the only I love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00885716161686855145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28837040.post-116609612162437653</id><published>2006-12-14T02:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T03:35:21.893-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thursday. I received a sms from thailand.WOrking at the sheng siong(clementi) selling ice-cream. working from 1pm to 5pm .I doubt that he know that I am working. What should I buy him for his chistmas present?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28837040-116609612162437653?l=theonlyuou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonlyuou.blogspot.com/feeds/116609612162437653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28837040&amp;postID=116609612162437653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28837040/posts/default/116609612162437653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28837040/posts/default/116609612162437653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonlyuou.blogspot.com/2006/12/thursday.html' title=''/><author><name>the only I love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00885716161686855145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28837040.post-116599893887559410</id><published>2006-12-13T00:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T00:35:38.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wed.&lt;br /&gt;Slacking at home doing nothing. got to rest. tomo I have to work. I am busily doing the Professional Profiling. I am going over craxy .I just felt that he just simply ignore me and the feeling is heart broken. I have been enduring for half a year. why he so mean to me? I just felt I am just a lonely person. The soul had lost.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28837040-116599893887559410?l=theonlyuou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonlyuou.blogspot.com/feeds/116599893887559410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28837040&amp;postID=116599893887559410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28837040/posts/default/116599893887559410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28837040/posts/default/116599893887559410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonlyuou.blogspot.com/2006/12/wed.html' title=''/><author><name>the only I love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00885716161686855145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28837040.post-116576877191298051</id><published>2006-12-10T08:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T05:34:47.613-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Slack" means that I have been idle for many days. I going to finish my project which is my professional Profiling which needs me to interview her and writing 2000 words.&lt;br /&gt;I did not attend the Ya camp because I am working on that day. I am sorry to them when I promised that I will go. However, I heard that it run sucessful which YA MC host the show.&lt;br /&gt;Let me show you what I have done this few days before it start the school holiday and after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I am working for APP comany which they are having this party for the ABC. They invited the may day and wu ping from malaysian singer. it was incredible High excitcement down there. Before we start to work, we took a picture! smile. That day, I was not active enough to sell thing. I am too tired and sick to ask people to buy beer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28837040-116576877191298051?l=theonlyuou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonlyuou.blogspot.com/feeds/116576877191298051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28837040&amp;postID=116576877191298051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28837040/posts/default/116576877191298051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28837040/posts/default/116576877191298051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonlyuou.blogspot.com/2006/12/slack-means-that-i-have-been-idle-for.html' title=''/><author><name>the only I love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00885716161686855145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28837040.post-116342888255288503</id><published>2006-11-13T06:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T06:41:23.120-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>eat.&lt;br /&gt;sleep.&lt;br /&gt;sleep.&lt;br /&gt;shit.&lt;br /&gt;watching korean movies at home.&lt;br /&gt;boring stuff.&lt;br /&gt;nothing to comment.&lt;br /&gt;A-R-H!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28837040-116342888255288503?l=theonlyuou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonlyuou.blogspot.com/feeds/116342888255288503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28837040&amp;postID=116342888255288503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28837040/posts/default/116342888255288503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28837040/posts/default/116342888255288503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonlyuou.blogspot.com/2006/11/eat.html' title=''/><author><name>the only I love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00885716161686855145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28837040.post-116299890522985322</id><published>2006-11-08T06:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T07:15:05.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It wont take you more than 10 minutes to read this...&lt;br /&gt;Here goes the stories...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;To my married and unmarried friends:&gt; &gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a very touching story, please read it slowly, I've read it more than twice....&lt;br /&gt;When You Divorce Me, Carry Me Out in Your&gt; &gt;Arms&gt; &gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my wedding day, I carried my wife in my arms. The bridal car stopped in front of our one-room flat. My buddies insisted that I carry her out of the car in my arms. So I carried her into our home. She was then plump and shy. I was a strong and happy bridegroom.&gt; &gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the scene ten years ago. &gt; &gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following days were as simple as a cup of pure water: we had a kid; I went into business and tried to make more money. When the assets were steadily increasing, the affection between us seemed to ebb. She was a civil servant. Every morning we left&gt; &gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;home together and got home almost at the same time. Our kid was studying in a boarding school.&lt;br /&gt;Our marriage life seemed to be enviably happy. But the calm life&lt;br /&gt;was more likely to be affected by unpredictable changes.&gt; &gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dew came into my life. It was a sunny day. I stood on a spacious balcony. Dew hugged me from behind. My heart once again was immersed in her stream of love. This was the apartment I bought for her. Dew said, you are the kind of man who best draws girls' eyeballs. Her words suddenly reminded me of my wife. When we were just married, my wife said, Men like you, once successful, will  be very attractive to girls.&gt; &gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of this, I became somewhat hesitant. I knew I had betrayed my wife. But I couldn't help doing so. I moved Dew's hands aside and said you go to select some furniture, O.K.?&lt;br /&gt;I'vegot something to do in the company. Obviously she was unhappy,because I had promised to do it together with her. At the moment, the idea of divorce became clearer in my mind although it used tobe something impossible to me. However, I found it rather difficult to tell my wife about it. No matter how mildly I mentioned it to her, she would be deeply hurt.&gt; &gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, she was a good wife. Every evening she was busypreparing dinner. I was sitting in front of the TV. The dinner was ready soon. Then we watched TV together. Or, I was lounging before the computer, visualizing Dew's body. This was the means of my entertainment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day I said to her in a slightly joking way, suppose we divorce, what will you do? She stared at me for a few seconds without a word. Apparently she believed that divorce was something too far away from her. I couldn't imagine how she would react once she got to know I was serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my wife went to my office, Dew had just stepped out. Almost all the staff looked at my wife with a sympathetic eye and tried to hide something while talking to her. She seemed to have got some hint. She gently smiled at my subordinates. But I read some hurt in her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, Dew said to me, He Ning, divorce her, O.K.? Then we live together. I nodded. I knew I could not hesitate any more.&lt;br /&gt;When my wife served the last dish, I held her hand. I've got something to tell you, I said. She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes. Suddenly I didn't know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I want a divorce. I raised the serious topic calmly. She didn't seem to be annoyed by my words,instead she asked me softly, why? I'm serious. I avoided her question. This so-called answer made her angry. She threw awaythe chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night, we didn't talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer, because my heart had gone to Dew. own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company. She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. I felt apain in my heart. The woman who had been living ten years with me would become a stranger one day. But I could not take back what I had said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeksseemed to be firmer and clearer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Late that night, I came back home after entertaining my clients. I saw her writing something at the table. I fall asleep fast. When I wokeup, I found she was still there. I turned over and was asleep again. She brought up her divorce conditions: she didn't want anything from me, but I was supposed to give her one month s time before divorce, and in the month's time we must live as normal a lifeas possible. Her reason was simple: our son would finish his summer vacation a month later and she didn't want him to see our marriage was broken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She passed me the agreement she drafted, and then asked me, He Ning, do you still remember how I entered our bridal room on the wedding day? This question suddenly brought back all those wonderful memories to me. I nodded and said, I remember. You carried me in your arms, she continued, so, I have a requirement, that is, you carry me out in your arms on the day when we divorce. From now to the end of this month, you must carry me out from the bedroom to the door every morning.I accepted with a smile. I knew she missed those sweet days and wished to end her marriage romantically. I told Dew about my wifes divorce conditions. She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she does, she has to face theresult of divorce, she said scornfully. Her words more or less made me feel uncomfortable. My wife and I hadn't had any bodycontact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. We even treated each other as a stranger. So when I carried her out on the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mummy in his arms. His words brought me asense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly, Let us start from today, don't tell our son. I nodded, feeling somewhat upset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put her down outside the door. She went to wait for a bus, I drove to the office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest. We were so close that I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadn't looked at this intimate woman carefully for a long time. I found she was not young anymore. There were some fine wrinkles on her face. On the third day, she whispered to me, the outside garden is being demolished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be careful when you pass there. On the fourth day, when I liftedher up, I seemed to feel that we were still an intimate couple and I was holding my sweetheart in my arms. The visualization of&gt; Dew became vague.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the fifth and sixth day, she kept reminding me something, suchas, where she put the ironed shirts, I should be careful while cooking, etc. I nodded. The sense of intimacy was even stronger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't tell Dew about this. I felt it was easier to carry her. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger. I said to her, It seems not difficult to carry you now. She waspicking her dresses. I was waiting to carry her out. She tried quite a few but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighedall my dresses have grown bigger. I smiled. But I suddenly realized that it was because she was thinner that I could carry her more easily, not because I was stronger. I knew she hadburied all the bitterness in her heart. Again, I felt a sense ofpain. Subconsciously I reached out a hand to touch her head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Our son came in at the moment. Dad, it's time to carry mum outHe said. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out hadbeen an essential part of his life. She gestured our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my face because I was afraid I would change my mind at the last minute. I held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I&gt; &gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;held her body tightly, as if we came back to our wedding day. But&gt; &gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;her much lighter weight made me sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move astep. Our son had gone to school. She said, actually I hope you will hold me in your arms until we are old. I held her tightlyand said, both you and I didn't notice that our life lackedintimacy. I jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my decision. I&gt; walked upstairs.&gt; &gt;Dew opened the door. I said to her, Sorry, Dew,&gt; &gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;I won't divorce. I'm serious. She looked at me, astonished. The she touched my forehead. You got no fever. She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Dew, I said, I can only say sorry toyou, I won't divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn't value the details of life, not because we didn't love each other any more. Now I understand that since Icarried her into the home, she gave birth to our child, I am supposed to hold her until I am old. So I have to&gt; &gt; say sorry to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dew seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into tears. I&gt; &gt;walked downstairs and drove to the officeWhen I passed the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet formy wife which was her favorite. The salesgirl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled and wrote, I'll carry you out everymorning until we are old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Vincent Attitude is a small thing but it makes a BIG difference&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28837040-116299890522985322?l=theonlyuou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonlyuou.blogspot.com/feeds/116299890522985322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28837040&amp;postID=116299890522985322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28837040/posts/default/116299890522985322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28837040/posts/default/116299890522985322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonlyuou.blogspot.com/2006/11/it-wont-take-you-more-than-10-minutes.html' title=''/><author><name>the only I love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00885716161686855145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28837040.post-116205285869138002</id><published>2006-10-28T09:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T09:31:49.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4989/3060/1600/12_edited.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4989/3060/320/12_edited.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nicest photo that we our newclass mate . we went to k box last wednesday . it was indeed fun and enjoyable. there are more photo uploading soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28837040-116205285869138002?l=theonlyuou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonlyuou.blogspot.com/feeds/116205285869138002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28837040&amp;postID=116205285869138002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28837040/posts/default/116205285869138002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28837040/posts/default/116205285869138002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonlyuou.blogspot.com/2006/10/nicest-photo-that-we-our-newclass-mate.html' title=''/><author><name>the only I love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00885716161686855145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28837040.post-116205257166070033</id><published>2006-10-28T09:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T09:22:51.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4989/3060/1600/DSC00636.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4989/3060/320/DSC00636.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sun chao is the KTV King- one night in Beijing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4989/3060/1600/DSC00637.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4989/3060/320/DSC00637.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stoplooking at me. I noe you hate my singing!hehe&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4989/3060/1600/E36L%20001_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4989/3060/320/E36L%20001_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; we are taking neo-print. xiang tao sae we are kids! he so scared and mind that he went in to the shop. only 3 guys in that shop. Alot of girls were inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4989/3060/1600/12_edited.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4989/3060/320/12_edited.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nicest neo-print.&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4989/3060/1600/DSC00638.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4989/3060/320/DSC00638.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; he is acting cute ma. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last wednesday went to k box with this new class mate. they are humorous people. went to sing, play acarade, pools and eat.haha so fun. haha =p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28837040-116205257166070033?l=theonlyuou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonlyuou.blogspot.com/feeds/116205257166070033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28837040&amp;postID=116205257166070033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28837040/posts/default/116205257166070033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28837040/posts/default/116205257166070033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonlyuou.blogspot.com/2006/10/sun-chao-is-ktv-king-one-night-in.html' title=''/><author><name>the only I love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00885716161686855145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28837040.post-116205208615989668</id><published>2006-10-28T09:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T09:14:47.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>last wednesday, I went out with my new classmates. They are humorous peoples. indeed, it was fun and relaxing.these are the photo I taken in the K box at Jurong East E. &lt;br /&gt;Sun chao is the King of the KTV- One night in beijing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4989/3060/1600/DSC00636.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4989/3060/320/DSC00636.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4989/3060/1600/12_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4989/3060/1600/DSC00637.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4989/3060/1600/12_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4989/3060/320/12_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4989/3060/1600/12_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so tired now. i going to sleep.will update more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28837040-116205208615989668?l=theonlyuou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonlyuou.blogspot.com/feeds/116205208615989668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28837040&amp;postID=116205208615989668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28837040/posts/default/116205208615989668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28837040/posts/default/116205208615989668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonlyuou.blogspot.com/2006/10/last-wednesday-i-went-out-with-my-new.html' title=''/><author><name>the only I love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00885716161686855145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28837040.post-116143727166525785</id><published>2006-10-21T06:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T06:27:52.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Trapped&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now trying very hard to understand how you feel. But its hard. I still feel lost now. I just can't tell you how I feel deep down. I feel so suffocated. I don't think you'll understand how I feel now. Cause I myself can't explain it.But I can't seem to control my emotions. I just feel somehow bitter and sour.I hate telling you things sometimes, cause you yourself won't be able to control your own emotions either. And I won't blame you.I just want to keep myself busy and not think of anything, cause I'm really tired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28837040-116143727166525785?l=theonlyuou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonlyuou.blogspot.com/feeds/116143727166525785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28837040&amp;postID=116143727166525785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28837040/posts/default/116143727166525785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28837040/posts/default/116143727166525785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonlyuou.blogspot.com/2006/10/trapped-i-am-now-trying-very-hard-to.html' title=''/><author><name>the only I love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00885716161686855145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28837040.post-116114669681580714</id><published>2006-10-17T21:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T21:44:57.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was reading about my BLOOD GROUP A . It really descibe about me correctly and very real. if you want to know about yourself. do let me know what is your bloood type? haha. I can be the foturnate teller le. &lt;br /&gt;Pessimistic and too sensitive  &lt;br /&gt;Careful about decision-making  &lt;br /&gt;Make things clear in black and white  &lt;br /&gt;Care too much about social rules and standards  &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;High tolerance for physical or repetitive work  &lt;br /&gt;Cannot take changes easily  &lt;br /&gt;Lose interest in a hobby easily  &lt;br /&gt;Try hard to forget the past  &lt;br /&gt;Pessimistic about the future  &lt;br /&gt;Able to display cool outlook even though angry  &lt;br /&gt;Short-tempered  &lt;br /&gt;Take longer to heal a broken heart  &lt;br /&gt;Sensitive to others' opinions  &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;Perfectionist  &lt;br /&gt;Handle o! ne thing at a time  &lt;br /&gt;Work a line between work and personal affairs  &lt;br /&gt;Highly responsible  &lt;br /&gt;Tend to choose hobbies which help them release stress &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My class felt that i had attuitude problem. is due to moood swing. 'I haven behaving strange now and days. maybe i just want to have peace. I am tired. who knows? i am still eduring my tiredness. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28837040-116114669681580714?l=theonlyuou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonlyuou.blogspot.com/feeds/116114669681580714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28837040&amp;postID=116114669681580714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28837040/posts/default/116114669681580714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28837040/posts/default/116114669681580714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonlyuou.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-was-reading-about-my-blood-group.html' title=''/><author><name>the only I love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00885716161686855145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28837040.post-116083782449973780</id><published>2006-10-14T07:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T07:57:04.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oct -month</title><content type='html'>school had started.&lt;br /&gt;22 students in my class.&lt;br /&gt;some of them i know them before while some is not. I really miss the day we enjoys . however it over le. i shall move on my life. life can be up and downs.&lt;br /&gt;I am happy to have great friend beside me.&lt;br /&gt;firstly, talking about my class. i felt that learning was individual in this class. there are not cooperative in learning. i hate someone in my class but i still being nice to him and her.&lt;br /&gt;sian.&lt;br /&gt;friend can be a backstabber&lt;br /&gt;can be a betrayal&lt;br /&gt;can be nasty&lt;br /&gt;can be ignorance&lt;br /&gt;can be selfish&lt;br /&gt;can be hypocrite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however, there are still friend can be nice to you. I am content le.&lt;br /&gt;every one is so busy in their work. i shall carry on my life.&lt;br /&gt;I feel lonely now. I am sad. I am scared. I fear. i worried. I am lost.&lt;br /&gt;where are you my mr right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28837040-116083782449973780?l=theonlyuou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonlyuou.blogspot.com/feeds/116083782449973780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28837040&amp;postID=116083782449973780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28837040/posts/default/116083782449973780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28837040/posts/default/116083782449973780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonlyuou.blogspot.com/2006/10/oct-month.html' title='Oct -month'/><author><name>the only I love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00885716161686855145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28837040.post-115894313729630219</id><published>2006-09-22T09:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T09:38:57.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am in holiday mood.Feeling sleepy! nite off!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28837040-115894313729630219?l=theonlyuou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonlyuou.blogspot.com/feeds/115894313729630219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28837040&amp;postID=115894313729630219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28837040/posts/default/115894313729630219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28837040/posts/default/115894313729630219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonlyuou.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-am-in-holiday-mood.html' title=''/><author><name>the only I love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00885716161686855145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28837040.post-115868475886757664</id><published>2006-09-19T09:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T09:52:39.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>New semseter coming...&lt;br /&gt;New classmate..&lt;br /&gt;New day.&lt;br /&gt;I am worried.&lt;br /&gt;I am scared&lt;br /&gt;I am excited&lt;br /&gt;I am lost&lt;br /&gt;I going to chiong this year..&lt;br /&gt;soon I will be graduating&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;ya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28837040-115868475886757664?l=theonlyuou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonlyuou.blogspot.com/feeds/115868475886757664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28837040&amp;postID=115868475886757664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28837040/posts/default/115868475886757664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28837040/posts/default/115868475886757664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonlyuou.blogspot.com/2006/09/new-semseter-coming.html' title=''/><author><name>the only I love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00885716161686855145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28837040.post-115859693463244087</id><published>2006-09-18T09:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T09:28:55.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I realise PEOPLE LIVING IN THIS WORLD are giving himself or herself STRESSEDI I will be happy she Can take over my POST! I will BE super HIGH! WOW! will be it!I SHOULD sM"ILE" MORE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28837040-115859693463244087?l=theonlyuou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonlyuou.blogspot.com/feeds/115859693463244087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28837040&amp;postID=115859693463244087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28837040/posts/default/115859693463244087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28837040/posts/default/115859693463244087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonlyuou.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-realise-people-living-in-this-world.html' title=''/><author><name>the only I love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00885716161686855145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28837040.post-115842648552013016</id><published>2006-09-16T09:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T10:08:05.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It had been a month. School is going to start soon. Let me tell you what I had did these 31 days. Let's talk about the BBQ. The own usual clan going plus Faiza.I saw Faiza's bf. So handsome..Hehe. On 14 September, It located at... East coast Park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sword man .....He likes to do alot of pattern. I heard that he was drunk that night. We drank this two acholic . I liked the absoulte vanilla drink. It indeed smell good which remind of me the vanilla ice-cream. The other one is killing me. It is really a bombay ....It had 47%. but somehow i still prefer vanilla mix with sprite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, I will be upload the team photo. So wait for me ok.&lt;br /&gt;I had been so low spirited nowsday. It was regarding ig problem. This is the what she complaining about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not reply her anything.She was so boiling with rage. The more I say, It reflect me that I really wan to win. Girls are so backstabber. So what if we did scold each other. it is so shame that we let people know that we did quarrel each other. SO seem she don wan to talk to me , it is fine to me. she can spread about my bad thing. what ever! I have been so stressed and upset in this ig!I jus want to ignore and be a normal person. I knew that I am wrongs too. I did say sorry once in the msn. now it happened again. old story also bring forward to say. I would not bring sadness in my memories think i should listen to my dad's advises. Topic off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly, I have been working at the starhub office, cuppage road and harbour front roadshow. I learnt how to write sale and deal with nasty customer. I realised that image and character is very important to the job image, They recuirt pretty girl to work and promote sale. I know that I don not like to make up . This is ME! I went out with girls.. TO sentosa. It had been a long time I did not go out with them. SO sad! ok!I shall stop! I will upload the photo soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[c=#F589A7]♥vIoRy♥☆LSL.. FUCK U! I Know Wat U Tok Behind My Back &amp; Stop Telling Lies! FUCK U!☆♥BeNjIe♥[/c] says: anyway yr eng sux&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[c=#F589A7]♥vIoRy♥☆LSL.. FUCK U! I Know Wat U Tok Behind My Back &amp; Stop Telling Lies! FUCK U!☆♥BeNjIe♥[/c] says: i dun understand wth u toking&lt;br /&gt;vIoRy♥☆LSL.. FUCK U! I Know Wat U Tok Behind My Back &amp;amp; Stop Telling Lies! FUCK U!☆♥BeNjIe♥[/c] says: bt..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[c=#F589A7]♥vIoRy♥☆LSL.. FUCK U! I Know Wat U Tok Behind My Back &amp; Stop Telling Lies! FUCK U!☆♥BeNjIe♥[/c] says: i also thought u r ok wan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; [c=#F589A7]♥vIoRy♥☆LSL.. FUCK U! I Know Wat U Tok Behind My Back &amp; Stop Telling Lies! FUCK U!☆♥BeNjIe♥[/c] says: until i hear smthing fm many people..i din even tel any1 abt e conversation tat we quArrel last time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me as * shuli says: hey Me as * shuli says: comon&lt;br /&gt; [c=#F589A7]♥vIoRy♥☆LSL.. FUCK U! I Know Wat U Tok Behind My Back &amp; Stop Telling Lies! FUCK U!☆♥BeNjIe♥[/c] says: bt a lot of pacesetter members came up n ask mi abt tis matter&lt;br /&gt;Me as * shuli says: what i sae&lt;br /&gt; [c=#F589A7]♥vIoRy♥☆LSL.. FUCK U! I Know Wat U Tok Behind My Back &amp; Stop Telling Lies! FUCK U!☆♥BeNjIe♥[/c] says: den i told them it was nthg.. small matter n we are ok Me as * shuli says: ya la&lt;br /&gt; Me as * shuli says: is jus a small matter ma&lt;br /&gt; [c=#F589A7]♥vIoRy♥☆LSL.. FUCK U! I Know Wat U Tok Behind My Back &amp; Stop Telling Lies! FUCK U!☆♥BeNjIe♥[/c] says: u should know wat u lie n scOld&lt;br /&gt; [c=#F589A7]♥vIoRy♥☆LSL.. FUCK U! I Know Wat U Tok Behind My Back &amp; Stop Telling Lies! FUCK U!☆♥BeNjIe♥[/c] says: den y go arnd telling ppl abt tis matter/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Me as * shuli says: i only tell si hui Me as * shuli says: i nv tell any one [c=#F589A7]♥vIoRy♥☆LSL.. FUCK U! I Know Wat U Tok Behind My Back &amp; Stop Telling Lies! FUCK U!☆♥BeNjIe♥[/c] says: u swear u onli tel si hui?&lt;br /&gt;Me as * shuli says: why i should bother and tell so many people [c=#F589A7]♥vIoRy♥☆LSL.. FUCK U! I Know Wat U Tok Behind My Back &amp;amp; Stop Telling Lies! FUCK U!☆♥BeNjIe♥[/c] says: den hw cm miss ivy also noe?&lt;br /&gt;Me as * shuli says: she ask me&lt;br /&gt; [c=#F589A7]♥vIoRy♥☆LSL.. FUCK U! I Know Wat U Tok Behind My Back &amp; Stop Telling Lies! FUCK U!☆♥BeNjIe♥[/c] says: how would i noe?&lt;br /&gt; Me as * shuli says: then i told her lor&lt;br /&gt;[c=#F589A7]♥vIoRy♥☆LSL.. FUCK U! I Know Wat U Tok Behind My Back &amp; Stop Telling Lies! FUCK U!☆♥BeNjIe♥[/c] says: den hw she noe abt it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Me as * shuli says: i told her&lt;br /&gt;[c=#F589A7]♥vIoRy♥☆LSL.. FUCK U! I Know Wat U Tok Behind My Back &amp; Stop Telling Lies! FUCK U!☆♥BeNjIe♥[/c] says: si hui nv tel her&lt;br /&gt;[c=#F589A7]♥vIoRy♥☆LSL.. FUCK U! I Know Wat U Tok Behind My Back &amp;amp; Stop Telling Lies! FUCK U!☆♥BeNjIe♥[/c] says: ya lah&lt;br /&gt;Me as * shuli says: i tell si hui Me as * shuli says: i also telly ivy ma&lt;br /&gt;Me as * shuli says: i nv sae si hui tell ivy ma&lt;br /&gt; [c=#F589A7]♥vIoRy♥☆LSL.. FUCK U! I Know Wat U Tok Behind My Back &amp; Stop Telling Lies! FUCK U!☆♥BeNjIe♥[/c] says: den hw cm wendy also noe&lt;br /&gt;Me as * shuli says: i nv tell wendy&lt;br /&gt; [c=#F589A7]♥vIoRy♥☆LSL.. FUCK U! I Know Wat U Tok Behind My Back &amp; Stop Telling Lies! FUCK U!☆♥BeNjIe♥[/c] says: i hear u go arnd telling ppl u scOld mi&lt;br /&gt;Me as * shuli says: i swwar [c=#F589A7]♥vIoRy♥☆LSL.. FUCK U! I Know Wat U Tok Behind My Back &amp;amp; Stop Telling Lies! FUCK U!☆♥BeNjIe♥[/c] says: i dun noe!&lt;br /&gt;Me as * shuli says: swear&lt;br /&gt;[c=#F589A7]♥vIoRy♥☆LSL.. FUCK U! I Know Wat U Tok Behind My Back &amp; Stop Telling Lies! FUCK U!☆♥BeNjIe♥[/c] says: swear also no use&lt;br /&gt;Me as * shuli says: what i so bother to tell so many people&lt;br /&gt; [c=#F589A7]♥vIoRy♥☆LSL.. FUCK U! I Know Wat U Tok Behind My Back &amp; Stop Telling Lies! FUCK U!☆♥BeNjIe♥[/c] says: almost al pacesetter mcs noe&lt;br /&gt; Me as * shuli says: is my mistake that i scold people Me as * shuli says: so i told them what is happening&lt;br /&gt;Me as * shuli says: any way&lt;br /&gt; [c=#F589A7]♥vIoRy♥☆LSL.. FUCK U! I Know Wat U Tok Behind My Back &amp; Stop Telling Lies! FUCK U!☆♥BeNjIe♥[/c] says: anyway&lt;br /&gt; Me as * shuli says: i am wrong la&lt;br /&gt;[c=#F589A7]♥vIoRy♥☆LSL.. FUCK U! I Know Wat U Tok Behind My Back &amp; Stop Telling Lies! FUCK U!☆♥BeNjIe♥[/c] says: i tink yr memory six&lt;br /&gt;[c=#F589A7]♥vIoRy♥☆LSL.. FUCK U! I Know Wat U Tok Behind My Back &amp;amp; Stop Telling Lies! FUCK U!☆♥BeNjIe♥[/c] says: *sux&lt;br /&gt;[c=#F589A7]♥vIoRy♥☆LSL.. FUCK U! I Know Wat U Tok Behind My Back &amp; Stop Telling Lies! FUCK U!☆♥BeNjIe♥[/c] says: i scOlded u 1st&lt;br /&gt;[c=#F589A7]♥vIoRy♥☆LSL.. FUCK U! I Know Wat U Tok Behind My Back &amp;amp; Stop Telling Lies! FUCK U!☆♥BeNjIe♥[/c] says: n den tat is hw e Quarrel stArts&lt;br /&gt; [c=#F589A7]♥vIoRy♥☆LSL.. FUCK U! I Know Wat U Tok Behind My Back &amp; Stop Telling Lies! FUCK U!☆♥BeNjIe♥[/c] says: bt i heard ppl tel mi tat u scoLd mi [&lt;br /&gt;c=#F589A7]♥vIoRy♥☆LSL.. FUCK U! I Know Wat U Tok Behind My Back &amp;amp; Stop Telling Lies! FUCK U!☆♥BeNjIe♥[/c] says: n u say" i scOld vIory, haha&lt;br /&gt;[c=#F589A7]♥vIoRy♥☆LSL.. FUCK U! I Know Wat U Tok Behind My Back &amp; Stop Telling Lies! FUCK U!☆♥BeNjIe♥[/c] says: too bad..&lt;br /&gt; [c=#F589A7]♥vIoRy♥☆LSL.. FUCK U! I Know Wat U Tok Behind My Back &amp; Stop Telling Lies! FUCK U!☆♥BeNjIe♥[/c] says: i heard a lot&lt;br /&gt; [c=#F589A7]♥vIoRy♥☆LSL.. FUCK U! I Know Wat U Tok Behind My Back &amp; Stop Telling Lies! FUCK U!☆♥BeNjIe♥[/c] says: a lot.. fm many ppl&lt;br /&gt; [c=#F589A7]♥vIoRy♥☆LSL.. FUCK U! I Know Wat U Tok Behind My Back &amp; Stop Telling Lies! FUCK U!☆♥BeNjIe♥[/c] says: during e chaler [c=#F589A7]♥vIoRy♥☆LSL.. FUCK U! I Know Wat U Tok Behind My Back &amp;amp; Stop Telling Lies! FUCK U!☆♥BeNjIe♥[/c] says: *chalet Me as * shuli says: ya Me as * shuli says: i scold u ma Me as * shuli says: i mean the thing is so long le [c=#F589A7]♥vIoRy♥☆LSL.. FUCK U! I Know Wat U Tok Behind My Back &amp; Stop Telling Lies! FUCK U!☆♥BeNjIe♥[/c] says: ya.. [c=#F589A7]♥vIoRy♥☆LSL.. FUCK U! I Know Wat U Tok Behind My Back &amp;amp; Stop Telling Lies! FUCK U!☆♥BeNjIe♥[/c] says: u go arnd sColding mi rite [c=#F589A7]♥vIoRy♥☆LSL.. FUCK U! I Know Wat U Tok Behind My Back &amp; Stop Telling Lies! FUCK U!☆♥BeNjIe♥[/c] says: anyway, i m being warn abt u wen i 1st noe u Me as * shuli says: we did qurrawel during the msn ma [c=#F589A7]♥vIoRy♥☆LSL.. FUCK U! I Know Wat U Tok Behind My Back &amp;amp; Stop Telling Lies! FUCK U!☆♥BeNjIe♥[/c] says: ya.. [c=#F589A7]♥vIoRy♥☆LSL.. FUCK U! I Know Wat U Tok Behind My Back &amp; Stop Telling Lies! FUCK U!☆♥BeNjIe♥[/c] says: so [c=#F589A7]♥vIoRy♥☆LSL.. FUCK U! I Know Wat U Tok Behind My Back &amp;amp; Stop Telling Lies! FUCK U!☆♥BeNjIe♥[/c] says: tat is nt wat i m tokign abt Me as * shuli says: so u heard what people sae [c=#F589A7]♥vIoRy♥☆LSL.. FUCK U! I Know Wat U Tok Behind My Back &amp; Stop Telling Lies! FUCK U!☆♥BeNjIe♥[/c] says: we Quarrel msn so wat [c=#F589A7]♥vIoRy♥☆LSL.. FUCK U! I Know Wat U Tok Behind My Back &amp;amp; Stop Telling Lies! FUCK U!☆♥BeNjIe♥[/c] says: bt e pro b is Me as * shuli says: get to the straight point [c=#F589A7]♥vIoRy♥☆LSL.. FUCK U! I Know Wat U Tok Behind My Back &amp; Stop Telling Lies! FUCK U!☆♥BeNjIe♥[/c] says: i hear a lot of ppl say u sCold mi [c=#F589A7]♥vIoRy♥☆LSL.. FUCK U! I Know Wat U Tok Behind My Back &amp;amp; Stop Telling Lies! FUCK U!☆♥BeNjIe♥[/c] says: nt on msn [c=#F589A7]♥vIoRy♥☆LSL.. FUCK U! I Know Wat U Tok Behind My Back &amp; Stop Telling Lies! FUCK U!☆♥BeNjIe♥[/c] says: bt is aft e msn thg Me as * shuli says: where got Me as * shuli says: siao Me as * shuli says: i did not sae la Me as * shuli says: ok la Me as * shuli says: what ever u all sae la Me as * shuli says: u all think i like that Me as * shuli says: what ever [c=#F589A7]♥vIoRy♥☆LSL.. FUCK U! I Know Wat U Tok Behind My Back &amp;amp; Stop Telling Lies! FUCK U!☆♥BeNjIe♥[/c] says: u dun nid to explain [c=#F589A7]♥vIoRy♥☆LSL.. FUCK U! I Know Wat U Tok Behind My Back &amp; Stop Telling Lies! FUCK U!☆♥BeNjIe♥[/c] says: coz i dun wan to hear also Me as * shuli says: any way i also don neeed to explain Me as * shuli says: also Me as * shuli says: sae asumthing also no use [c=#F589A7]♥vIoRy♥☆LSL.. FUCK U! I Know Wat U Tok Behind My Back &amp;amp; Stop Telling Lies! FUCK U!☆♥BeNjIe♥[/c] says: u noe wat u did [c=#F589A7]♥vIoRy♥☆LSL.. FUCK U! I Know Wat U Tok Behind My Back &amp; Stop Telling Lies! FUCK U!☆♥BeNjIe♥[/c] says: if u nv scOld [c=#F589A7]♥vIoRy♥☆LSL.. FUCK U! I Know Wat U Tok Behind My Back &amp;amp; Stop Telling Lies! FUCK U!☆♥BeNjIe♥[/c] says: hw cm ppl wil cm to mi n say [c=#F589A7]♥vIoRy♥☆LSL.. FUCK U! I Know Wat U Tok Behind My Back &amp; Stop Telling Lies! FUCK U!☆♥BeNjIe♥[/c] says: wai.. viOry, y shu li scolD u fuck u ar [c=#F589A7]♥vIoRy♥☆LSL.. FUCK U! I Know Wat U Tok Behind My Back &amp;amp; Stop Telling Lies! FUCK U!☆♥BeNjIe♥[/c] says: wat happen? [c=#F589A7]♥vIoRy♥☆LSL.. FUCK U! I Know Wat U Tok Behind My Back &amp; Stop Telling Lies! FUCK U!☆♥BeNjIe♥[/c] says: they hear u scOld mi [c=#F589A7]♥vIoRy♥☆LSL.. FUCK U! I Know Wat U Tok Behind My Back &amp;amp; Stop Telling Lies! FUCK U!☆♥BeNjIe♥[/c] says: bt they dun noe e msn thgy [c=#F589A7]♥vIoRy♥☆LSL.. FUCK U! I Know Wat U Tok Behind My Back &amp; Stop Telling Lies! FUCK U!☆♥BeNjIe♥[/c] says: wth is tis [c=#F589A7]♥vIoRy♥☆LSL.. FUCK U! I Know Wat U Tok Behind My Back &amp;amp; Stop Telling Lies! FUCK U!☆♥BeNjIe♥[/c] says: cn u explain [c=#F589A7]♥vIoRy♥☆LSL.. FUCK U! I Know Wat U Tok Behind My Back &amp; Stop Telling Lies! FUCK U!☆♥BeNjIe♥[/c] says: no rite? [c=#F589A7]♥vIoRy♥☆LSL.. FUCK U! I Know Wat U Tok Behind My Back &amp;amp; Stop Telling Lies! FUCK U!☆♥BeNjIe♥[/c] says: foul mouth [c=#F589A7]♥vIoRy♥☆LSL.. FUCK U! I Know Wat U Tok Behind My Back &amp; Stop Telling Lies! FUCK U!☆♥BeNjIe♥[/c] says: go lah. go arnd telling every1 [c=#F589A7]♥vIoRy♥☆LSL.. FUCK U! I Know Wat U Tok Behind My Back &amp;amp; Stop Telling Lies! FUCK U!☆♥BeNjIe♥[/c] says: i m ok wif it [c=#F589A7]♥vIoRy♥☆LSL.. FUCK U! I Know Wat U Tok Behind My Back &amp; Stop Telling Lies! FUCK U!☆♥BeNjIe♥[/c] says: at least i noe some pacesetter members understand me [c=#F589A7]♥vIoRy♥☆LSL.. FUCK U! I Know Wat U Tok Behind My Back &amp;amp; Stop Telling Lies! FUCK U!☆♥BeNjIe♥[/c] says: so.. fm nw on [c=#F589A7]♥vIoRy♥☆LSL.. FUCK U! I Know Wat U Tok Behind My Back &amp; Stop Telling Lies! FUCK U!☆♥BeNjIe♥[/c] says: i dun wan anythg to do wif u [c=#F589A7]♥vIoRy♥☆LSL.. FUCK U! I Know Wat U Tok Behind My Back &amp;amp; Stop Telling Lies! FUCK U!☆♥BeNjIe♥[/c] says: n i hate u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can see her every msn got her FUCK! SO come and fouck me lor!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28837040-115842648552013016?l=theonlyuou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonlyuou.blogspot.com/feeds/115842648552013016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28837040&amp;postID=115842648552013016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28837040/posts/default/115842648552013016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28837040/posts/default/115842648552013016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonlyuou.blogspot.com/2006/09/it-had-been-month_115842648552013016.html' title=''/><author><name>the only I love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00885716161686855145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28837040.post-115738323216843359</id><published>2006-09-04T08:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T08:20:32.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>COMEX ROADSHOW! from chua chu kang to exop..travelling make me sick.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28837040-115738323216843359?l=theonlyuou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonlyuou.blogspot.com/feeds/115738323216843359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28837040&amp;postID=115738323216843359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28837040/posts/default/115738323216843359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28837040/posts/default/115738323216843359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonlyuou.blogspot.com/2006/09/comex-roadshow-from-chua-chu-kang-to.html' title=''/><author><name>the only I love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00885716161686855145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28837040.post-115686036420189749</id><published>2006-08-29T07:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T07:12:28.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Message: I had read out this story from the hotmail. and it really touch me somehow. but I realised the imporant to treasure the loved one. so the story begin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel: I guess we are the left overs in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jasmine: I think so.. All of my friends have boyfriends &amp; we are the only 2 persons left in this world without any special someone in our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel: Yup! I don't know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jasmine: I know! We'll play a game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel: What game?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jasmine: I'll be your girlfriend for 30 days &amp;amp; you will be my boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel: That's a great plan in fact, I don't have anything to do for the following weeks..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY 1:They watched their first movie together &amp; were both touched in the romantic film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY 4:They went to the beach &amp;amp; had a picnic... Daniel &amp; Jasmine had their quality time together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY 12:Daniel invited Jasmine to a circus and they went to a Horror House.. Jasmine was scaredand she tried to touch Daniel's hand but by accident she touched someone else's and they both laughed..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY 14:They saw a fortune teller down the road and asked for their future. The fortune teller said: "My darlings, please don't waste the time of your lives... spend your time together happily." Then tears flow from the teller's eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY 20:Jasmine invited Daniel to go to the hill and they saw a meteor... Jasmine mumbled something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY 28:They rode on a bus and because of the bumpy road, Jasmine gave her first kiss to Daniel by accident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY 29:11:37 pmDaniel &amp;amp; Jasmine were sitting in the park where they first decided to play this game...Daniel: I'm tired Jasmine... do you want any drinks? I'll buy you one.. I'll just go?down the road..Jasmine: Apple juice would be fine,thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel: Wait for me...20 minutes later... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;a stranger approached Jasmine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stranger( shuli): Are you a friend of Daniel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jasmine: Yes, why? What happened?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stranger: A reckless drunken driver ran over Daniel &amp; he is critical in the hospital.11:57pmThe doctor came out from the emergency room &amp;amp; handed out an apple juice &amp; a letter to Jasmine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doctor(Vincent): We found this in Daniel's pocket.Jasmine read the letter which says:Jasmine, this past few days, I realized you are really a cute girl &amp;amp; I am falling for you.. your cherished smile, your everything when we played this game.. &amp; before this game ends, I would like you to be my girlfriend for the rest of my life. I love you, Jasmine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jasmine crumples the paper &amp;amp; shouted.."Daniel! I don't want you to die...I love you... Remember that night we saw a meteor? I mumbled something.. I wished that we would be together forever &amp; never end this game. Please don't leave me, Daniel... I love you, you cannot do this to meThen the clock strikes 12Daniel's heart stop pumping?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN IT WAS THE 30thDAY&lt;br /&gt;Always love your loved ones &amp;amp; show them how you feel before it's too late.. You will never know when they will be gone from your embrace.. If you were given a time to bestow petals of everlasting compassion &amp; love to your love ones, today is the day. Love them while they are still here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This story some how similar to our relationnship from the start. He said to me he now that our relationship getting better. I discovered that he found out tooo late ba. I actually did I alot of thing that I am really a good gf. any way let drop this subject... let see how we 10 years down the road..hehe. if you are my best friend, and you are invited for my wedding, then you will know hu is that guy. haha why i am thinking so far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#339999;"&gt;papa will not be the breadwinner next year. the shop had no more contract so there urgue to leave . so i am worried our fiancial . who is going to pay my school fee..transportation, expenses, food, and many more.... i think i need to get part time job in order to survive. if not i cannot go out with guy for lesiure. and i need money for my daily expenses. so i should start saving plan and budget planning. ya this is i am worried most,,,,,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I gotto save!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28837040-115686036420189749?l=theonlyuou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonlyuou.blogspot.com/feeds/115686036420189749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28837040&amp;postID=115686036420189749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28837040/posts/default/115686036420189749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28837040/posts/default/115686036420189749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonlyuou.blogspot.com/2006/08/message-i-had-read-out-this-story-from.html' title=''/><author><name>the only I love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00885716161686855145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28837040.post-115677885558701044</id><published>2006-08-28T08:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T08:27:36.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>enough of meeting......&lt;br /&gt;arhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;i hate u&lt;br /&gt;show favourtism&lt;br /&gt;wasting my time&lt;br /&gt;shit u&lt;br /&gt;hate u&lt;br /&gt;cant be bother&lt;br /&gt;what a bad day i have?&lt;br /&gt;no mood now= night off&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28837040-115677885558701044?l=theonlyuou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonlyuou.blogspot.com/feeds/115677885558701044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28837040&amp;postID=115677885558701044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28837040/posts/default/115677885558701044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28837040/posts/default/115677885558701044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonlyuou.blogspot.com/2006/08/enough-of-meeting.html' title=''/><author><name>the only I love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00885716161686855145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28837040.post-115656316812785107</id><published>2006-08-25T20:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T20:36:31.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>happy 6 months anniversary..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yesterday our relationship should be the 6 months annviseary for both of us. But we did not go out together. Being half of the years, I realised what is true love. not only being loving him so deeply, I realised that loving each other, also need to enter his world.for an example, know his friend, family and even the fish...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you what I have known him so far:&lt;br /&gt;-Self-movatition&lt;br /&gt;-judgmental&lt;br /&gt;-independence&lt;br /&gt;-Friends are important than me&lt;br /&gt;-simple but somtimes chim&lt;br /&gt;-love me ????&lt;br /&gt;-counsellor&lt;br /&gt;-donnot know how to be romantic&lt;br /&gt;-study important than me&lt;br /&gt;-choose bread than me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what i can think right now! that was a guy who i mention is the previous blog. the person who cycle bike..he yesterday earlier monrning , under my house..sending flower which is 12 roses. omg! i supposed to meet yen kai to lend my bag to him. I was totally speechless. haha..&lt;br /&gt;What to do? i cannot hurt his ffeeling rite. so i accept his flower. ya. later going to flea market or woodland library but at night meeting him for dinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28837040-115656316812785107?l=theonlyuou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonlyuou.blogspot.com/feeds/115656316812785107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28837040&amp;postID=115656316812785107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28837040/posts/default/115656316812785107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28837040/posts/default/115656316812785107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonlyuou.blogspot.com/2006/08/happy-6-months-anniversary.html' title='happy 6 months anniversary..'/><author><name>the only I love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00885716161686855145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28837040.post-115651264037505002</id><published>2006-08-25T03:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T20:36:53.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Friend start to drift you apart..getting back to square one. someone ask me to bring there back together but I had attempted le. what to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today supposed to work in the ice-cream fair. in the end I gain free-t-shirt and then the company said no need to work. I am no money then. another job is the sale girl. I nv go for the training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today I should laugh with laughter or cry with tears...i donnoe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am tired ..shall tell you tomo what happened&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28837040-115651264037505002?l=theonlyuou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonlyuou.blogspot.com/feeds/115651264037505002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28837040&amp;postID=115651264037505002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28837040/posts/default/115651264037505002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28837040/posts/default/115651264037505002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonlyuou.blogspot.com/2006/08/friend-start-to-drift-you-apart.html' title=''/><author><name>the only I love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00885716161686855145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28837040.post-115639961908766347</id><published>2006-08-23T22:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T23:07:06.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tuesday was the last day in school.I  was abit sad cause we will not be in the same class anymore. some may still same class. i like my nandayo friend. all the course is different from me. only shi hao is same as me. sian ah~ after that everyone has their own plan after school. so i decide to go out with myy new friend. this new friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me introduction u about this guy. intially, i tot he is an china guy. i was wrong. singaporean.pattern like zhi rong.he is 25 yearsold. he got a bike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i went out with him. i first time sat on the bike. I was so nervous and stupidity. I donoe how to wear the helmat. I dont dare to touch on him. ya .. he is abit of high ego perosn after chatting with him. i realised he is studdy at E26C which near to my class. he ask msn address from jerail. I dont like his care and concern so much. I know he like me.he sae he got feeling to me. he is advancing quite fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that isit. he don noe that i got bf. so waht todo. my bf said dontever play his feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wednesday i got english o level oral.  i am retaking.i hope the teacher are friendly and let me pass this time. i want to get a pass. so i am contented. getting a good result from english is not easy task.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last tuesday ivy ask me to call me. I haven call her back till now.she is my advisor for the pacesetter ig.i dont like her. i was so upset to like her. how? i just want to have a break. but i couldnt like this..this is an iresponsible of me. what to do? i dont dare talking to her.she is a person i can be really cant talk to her seriously....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what to do? i so vexed. i wan my holiday also cannot..holiday, i even have more work to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28837040-115639961908766347?l=theonlyuou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonlyuou.blogspot.com/feeds/115639961908766347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28837040&amp;postID=115639961908766347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28837040/posts/default/115639961908766347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28837040/posts/default/115639961908766347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonlyuou.blogspot.com/2006/08/tuesday-was-last-day-in-school.html' title=''/><author><name>the only I love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00885716161686855145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28837040.post-115598637384375274</id><published>2006-08-19T04:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T04:19:34.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sat&lt;br /&gt;I am too tired~sleeping whole day!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28837040-115598637384375274?l=theonlyuou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonlyuou.blogspot.com/feeds/115598637384375274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28837040&amp;postID=115598637384375274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28837040/posts/default/115598637384375274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28837040/posts/default/115598637384375274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonlyuou.blogspot.com/2006/08/sat-i-am-too-tiredsleeping-whole-day.html' title=''/><author><name>the only I love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00885716161686855145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28837040.post-115595995163129087</id><published>2006-08-18T20:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T20:59:12.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am making the video for the E26B. But somehow i had not collect some of the pic that we had taken last wednesday photo. I wrote this poem for my class. i am hope this is nice to put in the video ending part.here it goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Titles: &lt;a name="two"&gt;YOU'RE NEVER ALO&lt;/a&gt;NE, my friend .E26B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're never alone, friend always near,When your troubled, down or blue.All you have to do is call me,We are always here for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter where you are at,It doesn't matter when.When you need someone to talk to,I'm here to be your friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you need someone to hold your hand,or a hug to say I care.If you need a shoulder to cry on,for you I will be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So never think you are a burden,when the weight gets to be to much.You might find if look hard enough,a good friend could be the right touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're never alone, we are always here,through the good times and the bad.I'm always here to be your friend,I don't like to see you sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was happy to be in this class. Another 2 more days, we are going to separate way. I had this feeling we wont be contact anymore~so sad!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28837040-115595995163129087?l=theonlyuou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonlyuou.blogspot.com/feeds/115595995163129087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28837040&amp;postID=115595995163129087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28837040/posts/default/115595995163129087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28837040/posts/default/115595995163129087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonlyuou.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-am-making-video-for-e26b.html' title=''/><author><name>the only I love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00885716161686855145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28837040.post-115554050459398722</id><published>2006-08-13T23:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T00:28:24.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sat morning. wake around 8 +++ &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4989/3060/1600/DSC01106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4989/3060/320/DSC01106.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; we went to 3 different places in malaysia~JB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two handsome guy?? choose one?/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4989/3060/1600/DSC01105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4989/3060/320/DSC01105.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4989/3060/1600/DSC01105.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4989/3060/1600/DSC01105.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and he~&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4989/3060/1600/DSC01104%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4989/3060/320/DSC01104%20copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mickey mouse shop~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4989/3060/1600/DSC01103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4989/3060/320/DSC01103.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adely driving...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4989/3060/1600/DSC01101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4989/3060/320/DSC01101.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;squezzing benind the car? where is shihao?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28837040-115554050459398722?l=theonlyuou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonlyuou.blogspot.com/feeds/115554050459398722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28837040&amp;postID=115554050459398722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28837040/posts/default/115554050459398722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28837040/posts/default/115554050459398722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonlyuou.blogspot.com/2006/08/sat-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>the only I love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00885716161686855145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28837040.post-115503955796370170</id><published>2006-08-08T05:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T05:19:18.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HOW TO MAKE A WOMAN HAPPY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not difficult to make a woman happy. A man only needs to be:&lt;br /&gt;1. a friend&lt;br /&gt;2. a companion&lt;br /&gt;3. a lover&lt;br /&gt;4. a brother&lt;br /&gt;5. a father&lt;br /&gt;6. a master&lt;br /&gt;7. a chef&lt;br /&gt;8. an electrician&lt;br /&gt;9. a carpenter&lt;br /&gt;10. a plumber&lt;br /&gt;11. a mechanic&lt;br /&gt;12. a decorator&lt;br /&gt;13. a stylist&lt;br /&gt;14. a sexologist&lt;br /&gt;15. a gynecologist&lt;br /&gt;16. a psychologist&lt;br /&gt;17. a pest exterminator&lt;br /&gt;18. a psychiatrist&lt;br /&gt;19. a healer&lt;br /&gt;20. a good listener&lt;br /&gt;21. an organizer&lt;br /&gt;22. a good father&lt;br /&gt;23. very&gt; clean&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. sympathetic&lt;br /&gt;25. athletic&lt;br /&gt;26. warm&lt;br /&gt;27. attentive&lt;br /&gt;28. gallant&lt;br /&gt;29. intelligent&lt;br /&gt;30. funny&lt;br /&gt;31. creative&lt;br /&gt;32. tender&lt;br /&gt;33. strong&lt;br /&gt;34. understanding&lt;br /&gt;35. tolerant&lt;br /&gt;36. prudent&lt;br /&gt;37. ambitious&lt;br /&gt;38. capable&lt;br /&gt;39. courageous&lt;br /&gt;40. determined&lt;br /&gt;41. true&lt;br /&gt;42. dependable&lt;br /&gt;43. passionate&lt;br /&gt;44. compassionate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WITHOUT FORGETTING TO&lt;/span&gt;:&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. give her compliments regularly&lt;br /&gt;46. love shopping&lt;br /&gt;47. be honest&lt;br /&gt;48. be very rich&lt;br /&gt;49. not stress her out&lt;br /&gt;50. not look at other girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;AND AT THE SAME TIME, YOU MUST ALSO:&gt; &lt;/span&gt;51. give her lots of attention, but expect little yourself 52. give her lots of time, especially time for herself&lt;br /&gt;53. give her lots of space, never worrying about where she goes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;IT IS VERY IMPORTANT:&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. Never to forget:&gt; * birthdays&gt; * anniversaries&gt; * arrangements she makes&gt; &gt; &gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;only two reason HOW TO MAKE A MAN HAPPY&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &gt; 1. Show up naked&gt; 2. Bring food&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28837040-115503955796370170?l=theonlyuou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonlyuou.blogspot.com/feeds/115503955796370170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28837040&amp;postID=115503955796370170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28837040/posts/default/115503955796370170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28837040/posts/default/115503955796370170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonlyuou.blogspot.com/2006/08/how-to-make-woman-happy-24.html' title=''/><author><name>the only I love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00885716161686855145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28837040.post-115494309307190387</id><published>2006-08-07T02:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T02:31:45.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>INSPIRING MOMENTS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE 7 C's of HAPPINESs&lt;br /&gt;What are the critical ingredients for experiencing genuine happiness?&lt;br /&gt;Here are seven elements of life that I believe are essential to the attainment of human happiness.&lt;br /&gt;I call them the "7 C's in the pursuit of happiness."&lt;br /&gt;One is not more important than any of the others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Compassion. In order to evolve into a state of happiness, you must develop your in-born ability to care about life, to value life in all its forms, to engage in loving, kind actions, to cultivate an attitude of what Nobel laureate, Dr. Albert Schweitzer called "reverence for life," (including your own).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Contentment. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Inner calm and peace of mind &lt;/span&gt;and heart does not mean acceptance of everything that happens. It does mean letting go of fear.When you live life fearlessly, you experience a kind of peace that permeates every cell of your body, every thought of your mind, every emotion of your heart, every element of your spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Connection. Without effectively connecting to other humans, you become less than human yourself. Connection means involving yourself in relationship to everyone around you, connecting to your own inner life, and becoming aware of the environment in which you live. Learn to create high-quality relationships, and your happiness is almost guaranteed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Communication. Communication is our primary method for connection. It increases your knowledge, your understanding, and your awareness. Language is precious. Words are the building blocks of all happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Commitment. Oprah Winfrey says that what motivates her to get up in the morning is "my commitment to my life and fulfilling my life purpose." If one of your life's purposes is to enhance your happiness, committing your life to the service of others brings more happiness than you can imagine. Happiness requires you commit yourself to something larger than yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Consciousness. Most spiritual teachers believe we are living in a sleep-like or dream state. In order to be happy, one must increase one's awareness of life. And the single awareness that is most conducive to happiness is: the impermanence of everything. Life is in a constant state of flux, of change, of rhythm and of evolution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Creativity. Creating your life experience by consciously choosing your thoughts, your actions, your decisions and your attitudes will allow you to attain personal happiness regardless of external circumstances.The pursuit of happiness is not something you search for or attain from outside your skin. Happiness develops from within. You were born to be happy. You were given life to experience happiness. Pursuing it is your right. Sail the 7 C's of happiness and the pursuit of it becomes obvious and being alive becomes the happiest of? moments. haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28837040-115494309307190387?l=theonlyuou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonlyuou.blogspot.com/feeds/115494309307190387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28837040&amp;postID=115494309307190387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28837040/posts/default/115494309307190387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28837040/posts/default/115494309307190387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonlyuou.blogspot.com/2006/08/inspiring-moments-7-cs-of-happiness.html' title=''/><author><name>the only I love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00885716161686855145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28837040.post-115453012943631094</id><published>2006-08-02T07:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T07:49:07.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Stop thinking!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no one is belong to me&lt;br /&gt;myself me and mine&lt;br /&gt;where should i belong to?&lt;br /&gt;Stop thinking le&lt;br /&gt;go and sleep!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28837040-115453012943631094?l=theonlyuou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonlyuou.blogspot.com/feeds/115453012943631094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28837040&amp;postID=115453012943631094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28837040/posts/default/115453012943631094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28837040/posts/default/115453012943631094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonlyuou.blogspot.com/2006/08/stop-thinking-no-one-is-belong-to-me.html' title=''/><author><name>the only I love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00885716161686855145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28837040.post-115444170058633211</id><published>2006-08-01T07:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T07:15:01.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>stop thinking.&lt;br /&gt;love in the air&lt;br /&gt;moving fast pace&lt;br /&gt;waiting for somebody&lt;br /&gt;set me free&lt;br /&gt;wind~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28837040-115444170058633211?l=theonlyuou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonlyuou.blogspot.com/feeds/115444170058633211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28837040&amp;postID=115444170058633211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28837040/posts/default/115444170058633211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28837040/posts/default/115444170058633211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonlyuou.blogspot.com/2006/08/stop-thinking.html' title=''/><author><name>the only I love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00885716161686855145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28837040.post-115403957222572690</id><published>2006-07-27T15:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T15:35:11.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I did not went to school today. I am not feeling well. However, i had ut in the afternoon. So i went to achool around thre plus. Omg! I just went into the class and Mrs lim chew yen haven start the 6 ppt. later on, i had pacesetter ig briefing. Need to tell them about the SCC opening cermony launch thingy. I was happy some year 2 did came and some did replied me that they couldnt make it attended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, i met him for dinner. we went to the causeway point for the new trial -Chicken chop in the KFC. it cost $5.95 per cent. cost reasonable. i like the colesaw plus rasain. so delicious and yummy too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he send me home. i passed him the book and the chocolate cum bear. i think he was happy unlike wise me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had no mood of studying for tomo ut. It was pretty tired.I am going to fall asleep. the ut for the PCb tomorrow is going to have no open book test...haha..wish myself good luck. i hate study !!! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Tomo will be a better day for me and you. hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28837040-115403957222572690?l=theonlyuou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonlyuou.blogspot.com/feeds/115403957222572690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28837040&amp;postID=115403957222572690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28837040/posts/default/115403957222572690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28837040/posts/default/115403957222572690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonlyuou.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-did-not-went-to-school-today.html' title=''/><author><name>the only I love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00885716161686855145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28837040.post-115397746217657908</id><published>2006-07-26T22:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T22:17:42.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4989/3060/1600/DSC00895.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4989/3060/320/DSC00895.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is where the training is........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday.Early morning go for the starhub training Training got money de leh..haha..envy rite..&lt;br /&gt;Intially, I was late again. we are forced to sit in front of the projector.we sat for one whole day. arhhhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;the training coodinator taught us about more than 50 slide..she is pro ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we got nothing better to do..Action &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4989/3060/1600/DSC00898%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4989/3060/320/DSC00898%20copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and zhirong..his new hairstyle meh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and suwen haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4989/3060/1600/DSC00894ed%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4989/3060/320/DSC00894ed%20copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28837040-115397746217657908?l=theonlyuou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonlyuou.blogspot.com/feeds/115397746217657908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28837040&amp;postID=115397746217657908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28837040/posts/default/115397746217657908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28837040/posts/default/115397746217657908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonlyuou.blogspot.com/2006/07/this-is-where-training-is.html' title=''/><author><name>the only I love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00885716161686855145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28837040.post-115349737421702994</id><published>2006-07-21T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T09:00:30.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I AM BORED AND......SIAN doing circuit analysis.&lt;br /&gt;SO freak out!!&lt;br /&gt;ARHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHhh&lt;br /&gt;thank to my BRO in class!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28837040-115349737421702994?l=theonlyuou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonlyuou.blogspot.com/feeds/115349737421702994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28837040&amp;postID=115349737421702994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28837040/posts/default/115349737421702994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28837040/posts/default/115349737421702994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonlyuou.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-am-bored-and.html' title=''/><author><name>the only I love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00885716161686855145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28837040.post-115313210188005122</id><published>2006-07-17T03:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T03:34:34.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-She did not went to school today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-She woke up around one plus.&lt;br /&gt;-OmG.She is pig anyway.. No one care about her. No more good morning sms!&lt;br /&gt;-Last friday,she went out with one of the guy who still wooing her.&lt;br /&gt;-They were pretty closed as if they are more lovely couple.&lt;br /&gt;-she felt uneasy cause she had bf lor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-she could nt betray his bf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-Her bf also don care  her as if she got care about him?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-why shuli  gotton to do for her?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; -should shuli help her ?&lt;br /&gt;-Shuli know that she has been&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt; lazy&lt;/span&gt;  going to school &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-she has not been tired to &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc0000;"&gt;call him and sms him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-she was happy now with his own classmates and surrounding&lt;br /&gt;-Does he know that her gf did not went to school to day? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-Should shuli help them or not ? if not they will going to drift apart lor..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-will their realtionship becoming more worse?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28837040-115313210188005122?l=theonlyuou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonlyuou.blogspot.com/feeds/115313210188005122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28837040&amp;postID=115313210188005122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28837040/posts/default/115313210188005122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28837040/posts/default/115313210188005122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonlyuou.blogspot.com/2006/07/she-did-not-went-to-school-today.html' title=''/><author><name>the only I love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00885716161686855145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28837040.post-115232080698920692</id><published>2006-07-07T18:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T18:06:47.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Extract From cherie version!&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been suffering a ………..&lt;br /&gt;I've never been a good daughter,&lt;br /&gt;I've never been a good sister,&lt;br /&gt;I've never been a good friend,&lt;br /&gt;I've never been a good girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;Not good enough to be one for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Cherie, sometimes I always feel in this way. I do not be sure of me a good person for everyone. I just only wanted to bring smile to everyone, even thought I am sad in my heart. Yesterday, him and I went out for a dinner at lot one shopping mall. We ambled to this restaurant called Siam Kitchen. My mind was thinking about your character. As we walked out from RP, we walked to woodland mrt. Him asked me to decide what to eat and where? Later on, as we passed by a group of girl was playing game. Him said: “you see they don now how to play” I felt that why you always said other people’s behavior and why you just concern me more and more. Sometimes, I tried myself that not to compare other guy than you.&lt;br /&gt;I known this guy called abc. How we know each other and when we know each other? I know abc this year when I attend a workshop. abc had been waited for me about 13 weeks to be his girl friend.  So on 29.06.2006, I went out with abc once for dinner and walk around. I realized that abc was different from him.when I talked about him, abc were the person trying to &lt;br /&gt;How I wish him can nicer and bring me happy ? I sometime thinking that isit too much that i alway hold him too much. I should give him freedom too. Him alway busy with Rp work. sometime he so busy that he wont eat his lunch and just ate in the morning. I only see him dinner sometimes, often him went out with his vb friend. I almost tired of thinking!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28837040-115232080698920692?l=theonlyuou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonlyuou.blogspot.com/feeds/115232080698920692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28837040&amp;postID=115232080698920692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28837040/posts/default/115232080698920692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28837040/posts/default/115232080698920692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonlyuou.blogspot.com/2006/07/extract-from-cherie-version-ive-been.html' title=''/><author><name>the only I love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00885716161686855145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28837040.post-115206035561201861</id><published>2006-07-04T17:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T17:45:55.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"&gt; received from my friend. It was indeed quite truth in my personal life. Somehow it similar in  my character.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"&gt;-----------------MARCH BABY -------------------- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"&gt;Attractive personality. sexy. Affectionate Shy and reserved. Secretive. Naturally honest, generous and sympathetic. Loves peace and serenity. Sensitive to others. Great kisser. Easily angered. Trustworthy. Appreciative and returns kindness. Hardly shows emotions. Tends to bottle up feelings. Observant and assesses others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"&gt;Let me know if this is real about me? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"&gt;I had saw his month on november. He is a...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"&gt;Trustworthy and loyal. Very passionate and dangerous. Wild at times. Knows how to have fun. Sexy and mysterious. Everyone is drawn towards your inner and outer beauty and independent personality. Playful, but secretive. Very emotional and temperamental sometimes. Meets new people easily and very social in a group. Fearless and independent. Can hold their own. Stands out in a crowd. Essentially very smart. Usually, the greatest men are born in this month. Are they? haa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"&gt;I realized that we did not go out together as we used it before. Are we both so busy that even we cant sms each other, chat on the phone, why have to be in the msn. I don like this kind of communication. it is a form of un respect to other parties. Why girl have to take initative to ask the guy out? isit we girl have to be more daring and ask the guy out. World is changing, i also need to change. Every one is tried, you and me also tired. who else is not tired in this world. tt all what i want to say. I miss you. should i miss you often&gt; i think i should not!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28837040-115206035561201861?l=theonlyuou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonlyuou.blogspot.com/feeds/115206035561201861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28837040&amp;postID=115206035561201861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28837040/posts/default/115206035561201861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28837040/posts/default/115206035561201861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonlyuou.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-received-from-my-friend.html' title=''/><author><name>the only I love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00885716161686855145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28837040.post-115202745529284586</id><published>2006-07-04T08:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T08:37:51.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>She had practical test at 5pm.&lt;br /&gt;Reach school around 11.30pm&lt;br /&gt;Did not attend the lesson.&lt;br /&gt;I was tired.&lt;br /&gt;I miss you&lt;br /&gt;did you&lt;br /&gt;will me&lt;br /&gt;and u&lt;br /&gt;hhha..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28837040-115202745529284586?l=theonlyuou.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-28837040.post-115121992551978390</id><published>2006-06-25T00:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T00:18:46.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Take no I had change my hp :&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;93970121&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28837040-115121992551978390?l=theonlyuou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonlyuou.blogspot.com/feeds/115121992551978390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28837040&amp;postID=115121992551978390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28837040/posts/default/115121992551978390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28837040/posts/default/115121992551978390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonlyuou.blogspot.com/2006/06/take-no-i-had-change-my-hp-93970121.html' title=''/><author><name>the only I love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00885716161686855145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28837040.post-115086055943047206</id><published>2006-06-20T20:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T20:29:20.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>confirm fail ut2&lt;br /&gt;sadded&lt;br /&gt;not finish the task on time&lt;br /&gt;complaint too little time&lt;br /&gt;what should i do?&lt;br /&gt;send feedback form to the rp&lt;br /&gt;regarding about this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yawn.sleep is the best..good night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28837040-115086055943047206?l=theonlyuou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonlyuou.blogspot.com/feeds/115086055943047206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28837040&amp;postID=115086055943047206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28837040/posts/default/115086055943047206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28837040/posts/default/115086055943047206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonlyuou.blogspot.com/2006/06/confirm-fail-ut2-sadded-not-finish.html' title=''/><author><name>the only I love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00885716161686855145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28837040.post-115064494960873315</id><published>2006-06-18T08:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T08:35:49.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Whole day, in Bugis National library&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;study.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;digital electronic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;accompany me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;thank alot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;shuli was happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;she eat duck rice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;he eat laksa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;shop around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;study&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;sleepy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;dr loke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;came to teach me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;so happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;eat agian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;ice cream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;so nice..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;thank..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;i am happpy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28837040-115064494960873315?l=theonlyuou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonlyuou.blogspot.com/feeds/115064494960873315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28837040&amp;postID=115064494960873315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28837040/posts/default/115064494960873315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28837040/posts/default/115064494960873315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonlyuou.blogspot.com/2006/06/whole-day-in-bugis-national-library.html' title=''/><author><name>the only I love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00885716161686855145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28837040.post-115038785937602504</id><published>2006-06-15T09:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T09:11:00.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Supercharge your personal growth with these ten top Tips:&lt;br /&gt;1. Decide to take charge of your life.( my health?)&lt;br /&gt;2. Know that you are strong -you will survive.(determinations?)&lt;br /&gt;3. Believe in your own power and never give it away.&lt;br /&gt;4. Do what you have to do to get your life in order.&lt;br /&gt;5. Tell the truth, to others and to yourself.&lt;br /&gt;6. Trust your heart - never betray your deepest feelings.&lt;br /&gt;7. Follow things through-let your inspirations become your reality.&lt;br /&gt;8. Get your head out of the sand and look things in the eye.&lt;br /&gt;9. Stop being a victim - let go of guilt and blame.10.&lt;br /&gt;Be proud to be you - you are unique!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28837040-115038785937602504?l=theonlyuou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonlyuou.blogspot.com/feeds/115038785937602504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28837040&amp;postID=115038785937602504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28837040/posts/default/115038785937602504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28837040/posts/default/115038785937602504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonlyuou.blogspot.com/2006/06/supercharge-your-personal-growth-with.html' title=''/><author><name>the only I love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00885716161686855145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28837040.post-115026595074563591</id><published>2006-06-13T23:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T23:22:55.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I came across my friend'sletter.I read it.I do not know how to comment on her or advise her. Can anyone help me so that my friend wont be so sad and regret about her life. basically, this person who wrote to his boyfriend and his ex girlfriend. Do you think this current girlfriend done the correct way? do you think my friend do the right way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really enjoys the day he and I used to spend together, although we quarrel, we just don’t talk to teach other. Maybe we have the same characters. Erm, sorry that I had read your letter you wrote to him, I hope that you don’t blame him for letting me to read as I insist want to read it. Hi. I am his currently girlfriend. I knew that you were pretty upset and want him back. I know how you felt when your boyfriend left you a broken promise. You still love him deeply and can’t forget him always. You felt life is meaningless without him, you want to end in this world and wish both of you still can be together again. You remember the days you spend you with him, it was indeed enjoyable. Maybe I do not know what the promises both of you kept are, I am just want to tell you that, I want to let me both of you know that I am willing to give up in this relationship. I felt exhausted to love a person so deeply; in the end I am the one who get hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I liked to make people happy and smile. I do not like my surrounding to be sad. I would let pull out this relationship. It will better as it will make him de-stress. Do you even consider his thinking and how his felt? I think he is now feeling confused and lost. Do you ever ask him why he stops loving you? Sometimes, we were sorrowful when we discussed about you. However, I just leave a hole of doubts whether he still love you anot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I discovered that a love can be selfish. People fight for their loved and their future. No one wants to be lonely. When you felt lonely, you will think of the sweet memories. How I wish we can go back or restart our relationship?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some how, I choose to escape, whereas I do not want to be the person that brings both of your so cumbersome. Any way, one sweet memory will always put in to my heart and I need to move on to my life. When things had change, I also need to change my life or else I still in my old life. A life cannot be wasted; I have other dreams waiting for me to fulfill. Although I am just 19 years old, I am not so petty that don’t allow both of you to be together. I am not attractive at all that what you said. I am just a normal girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a person love another person so deeply, it realized the person want to be the best of her best to become her girlfriend. Girls like to vex about this problem. I hope we can still be good friend and it ok we cant is together in the relationship in this life, however, I hope I can meet u earlier in the next life. I hope you both of you can settle this problem. I don’t want me to trap in your relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warmest Regard,&lt;br /&gt;Little girl&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28837040-115026595074563591?l=theonlyuou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonlyuou.blogspot.com/feeds/115026595074563591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28837040&amp;postID=115026595074563591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28837040/posts/default/115026595074563591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28837040/posts/default/115026595074563591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonlyuou.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-came-across-my-friendsletter.html' title=''/><author><name>the only I love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00885716161686855145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28837040.post-115013408734410007</id><published>2006-06-12T10:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T10:41:27.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Monday Blue. Indeed It was, I am staying home for two days. I was bored. I went to English tuition at Unity ss. I was quiet throughout the lesson. I was tired and bored. ..................................................................................................................................................................................................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28837040-115013408734410007?l=theonlyuou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonlyuou.blogspot.com/feeds/115013408734410007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28837040&amp;postID=115013408734410007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28837040/posts/default/115013408734410007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28837040/posts/default/115013408734410007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonlyuou.blogspot.com/2006/06/monday-blue.html' title=''/><author><name>the only I love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00885716161686855145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28837040.post-115003039427522361</id><published>2006-06-11T05:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T05:53:14.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;"Rain Rain go away..come again another day......."raining..stay at home rock..nothing to do. no money to go out.just stay at home slacking. sleep, eat and watch tv..I don noe what I am doing.Should Study....at home..I am bored to death.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28837040-115003039427522361?l=theonlyuou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonlyuou.blogspot.com/feeds/115003039427522361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28837040&amp;postID=115003039427522361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28837040/posts/default/115003039427522361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28837040/posts/default/115003039427522361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonlyuou.blogspot.com/2006/06/rain-rain-go-away.html' title=''/><author><name>the only I love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00885716161686855145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28837040.post-114995637049550071</id><published>2006-06-10T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T09:19:49.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Living in this world can be cruel and frightening. Just now, I am watching this drama show that his own dad kill his own daughter's boyfriend. As her father do not like her boyfriend, so he come out a plan to kill him. So scary.....sleeeeeep le......update tomorrow...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28837040-114995637049550071?l=theonlyuou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonlyuou.blogspot.com/feeds/114995637049550071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28837040&amp;postID=114995637049550071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28837040/posts/default/114995637049550071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28837040/posts/default/114995637049550071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonlyuou.blogspot.com/2006/06/living-in-this-world-can-be-cruel-and.html' title=''/><author><name>the only I love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00885716161686855145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28837040.post-114987056836716552</id><published>2006-06-09T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T09:29:29.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I promised you people that I will go. I broken the promise. I was too exhausted and felt sick. I realized that I do not like &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;TO flim&lt;/span&gt;. I am regret to do this kind of activity. I should listen to my boyfriend. I was wrong. I tot it will be nice. I was too stressedful, even my parent does not know what happened tome. They felt that I am too slim and getting many white hairs nowsaday. I saw Gena on that day. She pin point at me told by mother. Ithink she critism about me. Why promise cannot be broken? we have the right to stay in this world and not to control by people. People have friend because they want to have fun and enjoyment. I don not need you this people to come and console me for just to enternmaint me. I don not like....I stoppped here..Idonnot how to carry this matter again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28837040-114987056836716552?l=theonlyuou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonlyuou.blogspot.com/feeds/114987056836716552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28837040&amp;postID=114987056836716552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28837040/posts/default/114987056836716552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28837040/posts/default/114987056836716552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonlyuou.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-promised-you-people-that-i-will-go.html' title=''/><author><name>the only I love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00885716161686855145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28837040.post-114956401739229129</id><published>2006-06-05T19:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T20:20:17.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I read one of the books that state that&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt; some people don’t want to change when things change. We resist to changing because we are afraid to change&lt;/span&gt;. Today, I hurried to school to meet my  Pacesetter Mc meeting. I was late for one hour and me not feeling well. Later, I saw my two buddies in the library. We strolled down to the canteen for lunch. I ate the chinese food and bubble tea. Finishing, I went to the Printing Shop to print my 6 ppt note. The indian man was very blur, in the end I taught him how to set up the correct printing.&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; ALMAK!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;I walked to the woodland Mrt station alone. When I board the Train and sit down, I was looking at this two children.They behaved like monkey.They were playing so fun and I just stare at them directly for a sixty second my eyes did not blink, thinking and thinking what I was so stressed. I heard them laughing at me and said laughily:" this  jie jie looking at you, she look so fimilar" I was smiled at last. I have been pulling long face. I donot know why I had happened to me. May be I want to change myself, but the thing is not changing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;In the evening,I have english tuition. SO tiring....I ended  my story here..I need my sleeping bed..I have been thinking of you when I want to sleep. Somehow  I could not stop thinking of you, you are always in my mind, heart and soul. U tell what is true love?? I think i need to change when the thing had already changed..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Just now I have a chat with Gena..This is what she talk to me.. She is the ex-president of the PAcesetter Ig.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;g e n a j a n e ] says:&lt;br /&gt;hey shuli..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for your problems with the year twos..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;- try not to use authority over them.. be more of a friend.. let them know that despite being the P, u're still "same level" open to listen and talk to them..&lt;br /&gt;- very often when we first introduce new MCs. peers are not convinced of their capabilities.. thus problems b/w MC and members.&lt;br /&gt;- convince them by action..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ g e n a j a n e ] says:&lt;br /&gt;for ur problems with ivy right.. i sorta sense it bahs&lt;br /&gt;...............Learn from the past, live in the present and plan for the future............... says:&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;[ g e n a j a n e ] says:&lt;br /&gt;so i spoke to ivy on whether she has feedback for the mcs&lt;br /&gt;...............Learn from the past, live in the present and plan for the future............... says:&lt;br /&gt;;p&lt;br /&gt;[ g e n a j a n e ] says:&lt;br /&gt;she says for u&lt;br /&gt;...............Learn from the past, live in the present and plan for the future............... says:&lt;br /&gt;oo&lt;br /&gt;...............Learn from the past, live in the present and plan for the future............... says:&lt;br /&gt;ya&lt;br /&gt;[ g e n a j a n e ] says:&lt;br /&gt;u tend to be passive&lt;br /&gt;[ g e n a j a n e ] says:&lt;br /&gt;so she felt that the more she try tp push u&lt;br /&gt;[ g e n a j a n e ] says:&lt;br /&gt;the more lost u get&lt;br /&gt;[ g e n a j a n e ] says:&lt;br /&gt;then she has no choice but to push carrin and sihui&lt;br /&gt;[ g e n a j a n e ] says:&lt;br /&gt;so my view on this is that&lt;br /&gt;[ g e n a j a n e ] says:&lt;br /&gt;u have to convince them that u are capable&lt;br /&gt;[ g e n a j a n e ] says:&lt;br /&gt;we saw the capablity in u&lt;br /&gt;[ g e n a j a n e ] says:&lt;br /&gt;that's why we chose u&lt;br /&gt;[ g e n a j a n e ] says:&lt;br /&gt;then another thing..&lt;br /&gt;[ g e n a j a n e ] says:&lt;br /&gt;always remember&lt;br /&gt;[ g e n a j a n e ] says:&lt;br /&gt;there is a systemt to follow in the IG k?&lt;br /&gt;[ g e n a j a n e ] says:&lt;br /&gt;ivy can be really nice de&lt;br /&gt;[ g e n a j a n e ] says:&lt;br /&gt;sometimes&lt;br /&gt;[ g e n a j a n e ] says:&lt;br /&gt;when u face a prob&lt;br /&gt;[ g e n a j a n e ] says:&lt;br /&gt;what u can do is seek her advice too&lt;br /&gt;...............Learn from the past, live in the present and plan for the future............... says:&lt;br /&gt;ok&lt;br /&gt;...............Learn from the past, live in the present and plan for the future............... says:&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;...............Learn from the past, live in the present and plan for the future............... says:&lt;br /&gt;sure&lt;br /&gt;[ g e n a j a n e ] says:&lt;br /&gt;sure nots&lt;br /&gt;...............Learn from the past, live in the present and plan for the future............... says:&lt;br /&gt;she nice when she very the nice&lt;br /&gt;[ g e n a j a n e ] says:&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;[ g e n a j a n e ] says:&lt;br /&gt;she can be quite harsh lahs&lt;br /&gt;[ g e n a j a n e ] says:&lt;br /&gt;i've seen that side of her&lt;br /&gt;...............Learn from the past, live in the present and plan for the future............... says:&lt;br /&gt;ya&lt;br /&gt;[ g e n a j a n e ] says:&lt;br /&gt;sometimes she gave me the feeling that she can be a lil too direct at times le&lt;br /&gt;[ g e n a j a n e ] says:&lt;br /&gt;but everyone has their flaws right?&lt;br /&gt;...............Learn from the past, live in the present and plan for the future............... says:&lt;br /&gt;hmmmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;[ g e n a j a n e ] says:&lt;br /&gt;impt thing is to look at their strengths and make that greater than their flaws&lt;br /&gt;[ g e n a j a n e ] says:&lt;br /&gt;ohyah. i just remembered..&lt;br /&gt;...............Learn from the past, live in the present and plan for the future............... says:&lt;br /&gt;ya&lt;br /&gt;...............Learn from the past, live in the present and plan for the future............... says:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28837040-114956401739229129?l=theonlyuou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonlyuou.blogspot.com/feeds/114956401739229129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28837040&amp;postID=114956401739229129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28837040/posts/default/114956401739229129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28837040/posts/default/114956401739229129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonlyuou.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-read-one-of-books-that-state-that.html' title=''/><author><name>the only I love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00885716161686855145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28837040.post-114918528451404761</id><published>2006-06-01T11:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T11:14:11.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I meet MR LAI for dinner..so full..yummy I am happy to see him. upon seeing him, i did not think of my sad problem.&lt;br /&gt;around afternoon, i meeting with year 2 and mc...&lt;br /&gt;why they jus read from the e-mail ?&lt;br /&gt;what are the e-mail are ?&lt;br /&gt;4-5 people asking where is the venue?&lt;br /&gt;if it short term mermory or jus come to pacessetter for a sake to come to get ce point ?&lt;br /&gt;shuli is becoming more nagging, stress , tired  and you people!!&lt;br /&gt;can some one hold my hand and lift me up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;i need ur strength...courage...&lt;br /&gt;i really hope this ig can understand my feeling.I welcome your presence, I Need your commitment, and thus, need you people to be able to commit at least once per week.can you people work on or like what ivory, a member said action will be taken if you dont come for the meeting..good idea..&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/28837040-114918528451404761?l=theonlyuou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonlyuou.blogspot.com/feeds/114918528451404761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28837040&amp;postID=114918528451404761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28837040/posts/default/114918528451404761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28837040/posts/default/114918528451404761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonlyuou.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-meet-mr-lai-for-dinner.html' title=''/><author><name>the only I love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00885716161686855145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28837040.post-114908379777553486</id><published>2006-05-31T06:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T06:56:37.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I stay at home for the whole day. I felt sick nowadays. Sorry my class, I promised going to the KTV. In the end, I slept the whole day. I did not go to the workshop and the tuition at YCKSS. I was scolded by mother. Arhhhhhh…&lt;br /&gt;In this morning, I chat with Ms Ivy whom is my Pacesetter Advisor. She told me a lot of thing. I wanted to resign my post. It is quite hard to manage my time. Dad was unhappy for me to join be a big post. He rely me why I am so busy body to do this entire thing.  I felt hurt. The hurt word can really hurt people. Sometime, I said him hurt word to him, I felt guilty as it break my heart. Sorry… sometime I wondered why couple has to hold their hand. Is it Asian culture? Should we need to do that? I did not see the Europe country doing this. Why the Asia people like to say break and then patch up again? Are they wasting time? Maybe this is the culture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28837040-114908379777553486?l=theonlyuou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonlyuou.blogspot.com/feeds/114908379777553486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28837040&amp;postID=114908379777553486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28837040/posts/default/114908379777553486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28837040/posts/default/114908379777553486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonlyuou.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-stay-at-home-for-whole-day.html' title=''/><author><name>the only I love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00885716161686855145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28837040.post-114891771251582739</id><published>2006-05-29T08:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T08:59:26.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sometimes the last person on the earth that you want to be……….is the person you cant be without.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's raining heavily. It was sunday morning. I feel gloomy.Around one pm, I went to Malaysia(JB) with Mr. Lai and his friends. His friend was pretty upset as his family said something hurt word to him which made him felt hurt and disgusted. Every one had their own problem to trouble. He was cheerful today as we went out to Malaysia again. We met around 1 plus. I was late awhile. He wore orange Netherlands shirt today. I was so happy to see him. I hug him a while. I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At city square, he brought one shirt and one belt for his graduation ceremony. I was too sad that I can’t go his graduation day. I could see he was pretty high and happy today. Adely and gary were there too. There also want to buy cloth too. Before buying the clothes first, we ambled down to sedap corner ate some delicious meal. Shiok! After shopping, we went to the Starbuck to relax. We sat almost two hours of chit chatting about BGR. Guy also troubled when they do not who to love to and wanted to settle down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now, he feels something is missing between us. He can’t tell what that is. He asked me how you feel about this relationship. He was lost and confused by love. May be he was thinking too much or high demand. He still feels he is not good boy friend of me. He do not know whether to love me enough a not and want sometime to love me more. He was worried that I might leave him one day. I told him you are the one that I really love more and treasure most. May be we are love each other too deeply. How to cure this love sick? To him, I wan to tell him that I really love you. My love for you won’t change ten years or fifty years. Because I just want to tell you that Shuli love Vincent a lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28837040-114891771251582739?l=theonlyuou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonlyuou.blogspot.com/feeds/114891771251582739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28837040&amp;postID=114891771251582739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28837040/posts/default/114891771251582739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28837040/posts/default/114891771251582739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonlyuou.blogspot.com/2006/05/sometimes-last-person-on-earth-that.html' title=''/><author><name>the only I love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00885716161686855145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
