<?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-27354611</id><updated>2012-02-04T02:13:23.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aninvisibleblog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27354611/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aninvisibleblog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>The Girl Who No Longer Believes In "Forever"</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>75</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27354611.post-627717339982180669</id><published>2012-01-21T20:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T20:51:49.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dedicated to Granny and Aunty Tracy</title><content type='html'>In this festive season, I missed both of you, wishing that both of you were still around. :(&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27354611-627717339982180669?l=aninvisibleblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aninvisibleblog.blogspot.com/feeds/627717339982180669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27354611&amp;postID=627717339982180669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27354611/posts/default/627717339982180669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27354611/posts/default/627717339982180669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aninvisibleblog.blogspot.com/2012/01/dedicated-to-granny-and-aunty-tracy.html' title='Dedicated to Granny and Aunty Tracy'/><author><name>The Girl Who No Longer Believes In "Forever"</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27354611.post-8947982277158226745</id><published>2011-12-31T13:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T14:32:43.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking back at 2011</title><content type='html'>2011 was a year of much problems with Rose being admitted into the hospital in the beginning of the year. Subsequently, Rose could not even keep her job. Relationship with various friends and family turned sour. Rose went to the GuanYin temple to pray and ask for guidance. (I'm not such a religious person, but out of desperation, I could only try)  The answer was, everything would turn out fine. True enough... As the year progresses, Rose grew fatter and fitter. And Rose found a job at SPC with very nice colleagues and bosses. Relationships with many of my love ones improved.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today is the last day of 2011. It is ending with a heavy heart with an unknown future about my health, my relationhips and my studies.  But things has certainly improved compare to the beginning of the year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would like to thanks all my family and friends who have been there for me in this trying period, in being there for me, in not shunning me when I became a monster due to my eczema-Sweetie, Jie, Ben, Baby, Sis Babe, LG, Alice dear, Ah wee kor kor, Zhuang Zhuang and Glenn. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would to specially thank sweetie for accompanying me to the numerous medical appointments and  leaving aside all your work to rush down to comfort me when I feel sad. (I was quite easily depressed when I was sick. Many people seems to hate me when I had to take long stretch of MCs when I was ill. ) Thankfully, I am all right now. The support sweetie has given me will always be kept in my heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would also like to thank Jie, Benjamin and Baby for being such supportive friends, giving me words of encouragement for something I know I shouldn't be doing. And when anything happens, I know I can count on all of you for a listening ear. The friendships I have found in 3 of you will forever be etched in my heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A bigger thanks to sis babe Elaine, for your valuable support even though you are a senior family member, I feel like you are exactly a friend. The advice and help you always have for me could never be found elsewhere and is greatly appreciated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In this last day of the year, I looked back and saw all my love ones, including those of whom I have lost contact with and some who have went to another world. It has been a blessing having each and everyone of you in my life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2012 would be another challenging year ahead. Together, we will make 2012 a better year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wishing all readers of aninvisibleblog a Happy and Healthy New Year! Stay young, stay happy! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b4w-12fAr48/Tv6r_RKmrnI/AAAAAAAADxk/Q5VCiPgquko/s1600/Imikimi_Postcard.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b4w-12fAr48/Tv6r_RKmrnI/AAAAAAAADxk/Q5VCiPgquko/s400/Imikimi_Postcard.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692176082470874738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27354611-8947982277158226745?l=aninvisibleblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aninvisibleblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8947982277158226745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27354611&amp;postID=8947982277158226745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27354611/posts/default/8947982277158226745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27354611/posts/default/8947982277158226745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aninvisibleblog.blogspot.com/2011/12/looking-back-at-2011.html' title='Looking back at 2011'/><author><name>The Girl Who No Longer Believes In "Forever"</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b4w-12fAr48/Tv6r_RKmrnI/AAAAAAAADxk/Q5VCiPgquko/s72-c/Imikimi_Postcard.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27354611.post-8960154103425330932</id><published>2011-12-03T21:07:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-04T00:49:19.527+08:00</updated><title type='text'>S's wedding on 20112011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Rose has not been blogging because she has been running out of idea on what to blog. Time has changed and it has been pretty stressful blogging due to the scrutiny on my blog. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, here's one after some grandpa-potential commented that my blog has become the Bukit Brown Cemetery. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last month, I attended S wedding at Goodwood Park Hotel. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1ggyMidT5sg/TtojOzsjJYI/AAAAAAAADxY/qpZnpMC6cm8/s1600/IMG_1674.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1ggyMidT5sg/TtojOzsjJYI/AAAAAAAADxY/qpZnpMC6cm8/s400/IMG_1674.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681892617183503746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a grand and happy occasion where the groom is most handsome and the bride, prettiest. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-C8a2s9XRgMg/TtojOQimMJI/AAAAAAAADxQ/hL5Chrf-wu4/s1600/IMG_1673.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-C8a2s9XRgMg/TtojOQimMJI/AAAAAAAADxQ/hL5Chrf-wu4/s1600/IMG_1673.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-C8a2s9XRgMg/TtojOQimMJI/AAAAAAAADxQ/hL5Chrf-wu4/s400/IMG_1673.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681892607746519186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-C8a2s9XRgMg/TtojOQimMJI/AAAAAAAADxQ/hL5Chrf-wu4/s1600/IMG_1673.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was really nice seeing the usually sombre-looking S, looking so happy on his big day.  He was smiling from ear to ear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2RE22UIiDIs/TtojOFGmxYI/AAAAAAAADxA/p-bjn_aQAi0/s1600/IMG_1672.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2RE22UIiDIs/TtojOFGmxYI/AAAAAAAADxA/p-bjn_aQAi0/s1600/IMG_1672.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2RE22UIiDIs/TtojOFGmxYI/AAAAAAAADxA/p-bjn_aQAi0/s400/IMG_1672.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681892604676326786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BI8OSfqUlY8/TtoiqqGxDnI/AAAAAAAADw0/guy5zLujTZ0/s1600/IMG_1671.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;S was complaining about the hassle of preparing for the wedding prior to this day. But looking at how successful the event turn out, I think it's all worth the trouble. He would agree. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BI8OSfqUlY8/TtoiqqGxDnI/AAAAAAAADw0/guy5zLujTZ0/s1600/IMG_1671.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BI8OSfqUlY8/TtoiqqGxDnI/AAAAAAAADw0/guy5zLujTZ0/s400/IMG_1671.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681891996133822066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--fA0Bo7xkko/TtoiplDPtxI/AAAAAAAADws/slTql6x7EHg/s1600/IMG_1669.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A thousand thought raced across my mind as the couple walked in through the red carpet. I closed my eye and could not think further. I used to think walking down the red carpet with your man would be the most memorable thing to do this life. This is no longer true. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--fA0Bo7xkko/TtoiplDPtxI/AAAAAAAADws/slTql6x7EHg/s1600/IMG_1669.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--fA0Bo7xkko/TtoiplDPtxI/AAAAAAAADws/slTql6x7EHg/s400/IMG_1669.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681891977597007634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RrfzRg6w81k/TtoipBrWJMI/AAAAAAAADwc/5MGjer0VXtE/s1600/IMG_1668.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 week prior to S wedding, P commented about marriage being the graveyard of love. And P happens to be the most responsible and nice guy of all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 month prior to S wedding, S commented he don't feel like marrying at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is marriage really that scary? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RrfzRg6w81k/TtoipBrWJMI/AAAAAAAADwc/5MGjer0VXtE/s1600/IMG_1668.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RrfzRg6w81k/TtoipBrWJMI/AAAAAAAADwc/5MGjer0VXtE/s400/IMG_1668.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681891968101524674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JBBztGpVGpk/Ttoio3jv7BI/AAAAAAAADwQ/3fjEta6OygY/s1600/IMG_1666.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would never comprehend why they got married when they don't feel like marrying. I know they are not alone. But I still cannot help but feel sad that where has true love gone?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JBBztGpVGpk/Ttoio3jv7BI/AAAAAAAADwQ/3fjEta6OygY/s1600/IMG_1666.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JBBztGpVGpk/Ttoio3jv7BI/AAAAAAAADwQ/3fjEta6OygY/s400/IMG_1666.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681891965385305106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IxaG2iaMeEM/TtoiovukMRI/AAAAAAAADwE/lJPY8Ia0-Q8/s1600/IMG_1663.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I used to think that married is a very sweet romantic 'thing' which I get to spend the rest of my life with the person I love, raising our kids together and going through life's ups and downs together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IxaG2iaMeEM/TtoiovukMRI/AAAAAAAADwE/lJPY8Ia0-Q8/s1600/IMG_1663.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IxaG2iaMeEM/TtoiovukMRI/AAAAAAAADwE/lJPY8Ia0-Q8/s400/IMG_1663.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681891963283190034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DdtuPXOy2CU/TtoiDpCZCxI/AAAAAAAADv0/PL9fqkyOIOw/s1600/IMG_1665.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What I fail to think is that hardly any guy think this way. Or rather, I have never come across any. Marriage to many guy, is more of a duty than a wish. Maybe perhaps all males are wired this way. Their duty end with procreation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DdtuPXOy2CU/TtoiDpCZCxI/AAAAAAAADv0/PL9fqkyOIOw/s1600/IMG_1665.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DdtuPXOy2CU/TtoiDpCZCxI/AAAAAAAADv0/PL9fqkyOIOw/s400/IMG_1665.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681891325832137490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VV0etuhYeGs/TtoiDcfTUlI/AAAAAAAADvs/giM5tc-U6Kk/s1600/photo.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although that notion that "True love doesn't exist" is getting stronger every day, I tell myself, true love will prove itself someday. I might be a little sceptical about marriage but I will remain hopeful that I could marry a man I love and a man who truly loves me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No duty, no responsibility, just a wish to spend the rest of our life together with the person we hold so dear.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VV0etuhYeGs/TtoiDcfTUlI/AAAAAAAADvs/giM5tc-U6Kk/s1600/photo.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VV0etuhYeGs/TtoiDcfTUlI/AAAAAAAADvs/giM5tc-U6Kk/s400/photo.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681891322463736402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27354611-8960154103425330932?l=aninvisibleblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aninvisibleblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8960154103425330932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27354611&amp;postID=8960154103425330932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27354611/posts/default/8960154103425330932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27354611/posts/default/8960154103425330932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aninvisibleblog.blogspot.com/2011/12/ss-wedding-on-20112011.html' title='S&apos;s wedding on 20112011'/><author><name>The Girl Who No Longer Believes In "Forever"</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1ggyMidT5sg/TtojOzsjJYI/AAAAAAAADxY/qpZnpMC6cm8/s72-c/IMG_1674.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27354611.post-7330514199387192711</id><published>2011-10-31T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T22:53:38.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>放弃</title><content type='html'>放弃，有时是一种解脱。。。你能明白吗？&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27354611-7330514199387192711?l=aninvisibleblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aninvisibleblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7330514199387192711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27354611&amp;postID=7330514199387192711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27354611/posts/default/7330514199387192711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27354611/posts/default/7330514199387192711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aninvisibleblog.blogspot.com/2011/10/blog-post.html' title='放弃'/><author><name>The Girl Who No Longer Believes In "Forever"</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27354611.post-3597827262594085114</id><published>2011-09-03T19:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-03T19:45:11.302+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rose, now.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;It has been quite some time since I blog about myself. 7 months have passed since I was discharged from hospital. I gain a whopping 7kg in this short time.  I no longer feel cold easily and I am now kinda happy with my B cup. ;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyone says I am rounder now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sharing with you a rounder Rose......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2sjqNVkP8JQ/TmIOG7ZdhwI/AAAAAAAADvg/29F7qewjVzw/s400/IMG_1880.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648092394862511874" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chubbier cute, eh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is really a blessing being able to survive a sickness... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am really thankful to all my family and friends who stood by me. Thank you. I love all of you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27354611-3597827262594085114?l=aninvisibleblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aninvisibleblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3597827262594085114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27354611&amp;postID=3597827262594085114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27354611/posts/default/3597827262594085114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27354611/posts/default/3597827262594085114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aninvisibleblog.blogspot.com/2011/09/rose-now.html' title='Rose, now.'/><author><name>The Girl Who No Longer Believes In "Forever"</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2sjqNVkP8JQ/TmIOG7ZdhwI/AAAAAAAADvg/29F7qewjVzw/s72-c/IMG_1880.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27354611.post-694466580393574323</id><published>2011-08-30T22:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T22:34:21.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Selamat Hari Raya</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YBfw20ZLDpI/TlzygVC5LOI/AAAAAAAADvY/vYoVl9dzGu0/s1600/hari.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YBfw20ZLDpI/TlzygVC5LOI/AAAAAAAADvY/vYoVl9dzGu0/s400/hari.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646654670034775266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YBfw20ZLDpI/TlzygVC5LOI/AAAAAAAADvY/vYoVl9dzGu0/s1600/hari.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selamat Hari Raya Aidifitri to all my malay family and friends out there!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27354611-694466580393574323?l=aninvisibleblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aninvisibleblog.blogspot.com/feeds/694466580393574323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27354611&amp;postID=694466580393574323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27354611/posts/default/694466580393574323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27354611/posts/default/694466580393574323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aninvisibleblog.blogspot.com/2011/08/selamat-hari-raya.html' title='Selamat Hari Raya'/><author><name>The Girl Who No Longer Believes In "Forever"</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YBfw20ZLDpI/TlzygVC5LOI/AAAAAAAADvY/vYoVl9dzGu0/s72-c/hari.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27354611.post-7354686402829016472</id><published>2011-08-23T22:04:00.025+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T00:01:43.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Presidential Election</title><content type='html'>As I go around gathering information from my family and friends on who to vote for the presidential election, their response was a resounding "Tony". Afterall, he was the oh-so-familiar face we all saw on TV most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not a fan of him at all. So I am writing this entry to urge every friend of mine out there to take a look at other candidates too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a summary of all the candidates I have gathered by reading up all the news available:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tan Kin Lian, 63&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3sbzSOscCw4/TlO1oVmqiVI/AAAAAAAADu4/psweUzbzRIw/s1600/tankinlian" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3sbzSOscCw4/TlO1oVmqiVI/AAAAAAAADu4/psweUzbzRIw/s400/tankinlian" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644054462624074066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PAP member for 30 years but left in 2008 due to inactivity and disagreement with party's value&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Propose a higher housing grant for people who served NS&lt;br /&gt;- Pledge to donate half his salary to charity if elected&lt;br /&gt;- Gave his speech in English, Chinese, Malay, Tamil&lt;br /&gt;- Helped the people in the Lehman Brothers' Minibond saga, where many elderly and less educated were misled into buying the minibond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tan Jee Say, 57&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ztLWwF5hIh4/TlO9MDnyDVI/AAAAAAAADvA/WjnalEoTYaU/s1600/tanjeesay" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ztLWwF5hIh4/TlO9MDnyDVI/AAAAAAAADvA/WjnalEoTYaU/s400/tanjeesay" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644062772853607762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Member of the Opposition Party SDP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The only non-PAP man contesting&lt;br /&gt;- Said $500,000 salary is enough for him. The rest would be donated to his pet cause which include caring for the elderly.&lt;div&gt;-Had the most disagreement with the PAP&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Questioned Tony Tan on his whether his anti-casino view has stopped the government from building the casino. (Tony was the deputy prime minister then.) Read more &lt;a href="http://sg.news.yahoo.com/blogs/singaporescene/presidential-candidates-share-toughest-career-decisions-164613634.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tan Cheng Bok,71&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ot5y0Ez3GHU/TlPDJ-anG3I/AAAAAAAADvI/LT6RoMB7ZkM/s1600/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-08-23%2Bat%2BPM%2B11.09.00.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 272px; height: 318px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ot5y0Ez3GHU/TlPDJ-anG3I/AAAAAAAADvI/LT6RoMB7ZkM/s400/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-08-23%2Bat%2BPM%2B11.09.00.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644069334166215538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Sang "&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FSiFbxOdMKI"&gt;Count on me, Singapore&lt;/a&gt;" and posted on youtube. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Propose to shift the Government (Prime Minister) out of Istana so that to avoid undue influence&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Propose an annual statement for Singaporean to update news on the reserve.&lt;br /&gt;- Resigned from "Jurong General Hospital" in protest on naming the hospital "Ng Teng Fong hospital" as the government spent 1billion dollars on the hospital compare to Ng family's of 125 million.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last but not least, we have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony Tan&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BGGCYlU1rLA/TlZlrjm2FeI/AAAAAAAADvQ/xQuhJuZG2w8/s1600/egg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 135px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BGGCYlU1rLA/TlZlrjm2FeI/AAAAAAAADvQ/xQuhJuZG2w8/s400/egg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644810981922444770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Supposedly the most experienced candidate handling the ministry.&lt;br /&gt;- Persuade his cabinet colleagues to abolish the "graduate mother" scheme in the 1980s. (Graduate mother scheme: children of graduate mothers are given priority for admission into school)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to be objective when I read about the candidates. But I guess I am biased against Tony Tan already with his pro-foreign talent approach. The road and public transport congestions and rising house prices appear for a reason. But the only issue concerning me is, "Why give money to foreigner to study in Singapore when its own people are struggling to get into local university?" The foreigner might be smarter but it does not translate to staying to contribute to our society. It is an utter disappointment to know that Tony champion the move when he was the minister of education then. Can we have a president who loves us more than he loves foreigner?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for his son's NS deferment, it is really unfair to all our NS man because his son got the best of both deferrment and non-combat unit, just because his father was the minister of defence then. Defer for 12 years! Who could have defer for so long? Even Lee Hsien Loong could completed his national service at the SAF before graduating from Cambridge. Why can't his son?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, there are much more criticism about him but those seems more like fabrication than facts, so I would not mention them here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, who will you vote? It is gonna be a head-cracking Saturday this week. But hey! We have got an extra public holiday! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Source:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;http://pe.channelnewsasia.com/candidates.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;http://sg.news.yahoo.com/generalelections/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;http://www.wikipedia.com&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/27354611-7354686402829016472?l=aninvisibleblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aninvisibleblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7354686402829016472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27354611&amp;postID=7354686402829016472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27354611/posts/default/7354686402829016472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27354611/posts/default/7354686402829016472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aninvisibleblog.blogspot.com/2011/08/presidential-election.html' title='Presidential Election'/><author><name>The Girl Who No Longer Believes In "Forever"</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3sbzSOscCw4/TlO1oVmqiVI/AAAAAAAADu4/psweUzbzRIw/s72-c/tankinlian' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27354611.post-1549591776823226917</id><published>2011-08-14T04:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T04:14:56.228+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deserted blog...</title><content type='html'>Been ages since I blog, no thanks to my MacBook Air which I am still struggling to get used to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has been going up and down these months. My health wasn't particularly good. My eczema tend to flare up when I thought it has stablised. Life is a torture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, I am enjoying myself working in SPC with the understanding colleagues and bosses who teaches me a lot of things. The jokes they alway crack were priceless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thanks, sweetie, for the white iPhone 4 which I am now blogging with.. I simply love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27354611-1549591776823226917?l=aninvisibleblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aninvisibleblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1549591776823226917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27354611&amp;postID=1549591776823226917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27354611/posts/default/1549591776823226917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27354611/posts/default/1549591776823226917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aninvisibleblog.blogspot.com/2011/08/deserted-blog.html' title='Deserted blog...'/><author><name>The Girl Who No Longer Believes In "Forever"</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27354611.post-3113788365707892825</id><published>2011-08-04T23:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T23:53:49.227+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Men Are Just Happier People</title><content type='html'>NICKNAMES&lt;br /&gt;·       If Laura, Kate and Sarah go out for lunch, they will call each other Laura, Kate and Sarah.&lt;br /&gt;·       If Mike, Dave and John go out, they will affectionately refer to each other as Fat Boy, Dickhead and Dumb Brain.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;EATING OUT&lt;br /&gt;·       When the bill arrives, Mike, Dave and John will each throw in $20, even though it's only for $32.50.  None of them will have anything smaller and none will actually admit they want change back.&lt;br /&gt;·       When the girls get their bill, out come the pocket calculators.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;MONEY&lt;br /&gt;·       A man will pay $2 for a $1 item he needs.&lt;br /&gt;·       A woman will pay $1 for a $2 item that she doesn't need but it's on sale.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;BATHROOMS&lt;br /&gt;·       A man has six items in his bathroom: toothbrush and toothpaste, shaving cream, razor, a bar of soap, and a towel.&lt;br /&gt;·       The average number of items in the typical woman's bathroom is 337.  A man would not be able to identify more than 20 of these items.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;ARGUMENTS&lt;br /&gt;·       A woman has the last word in any argument.&lt;br /&gt;·       Anything a man says after that is the beginning of a new argument.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;FUTURE&lt;br /&gt;·       A woman worries about the future until she gets a husband.&lt;br /&gt;·       A man never worries about the future until he gets a wife.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;SUCCESS&lt;br /&gt;·       A successful man is one who makes more money than his wife can spend.&lt;br /&gt;·       A successful woman is one who can find such a man.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;MARRIAGE&lt;br /&gt;·       A woman marries a man expecting he will change, but he doesn't.&lt;br /&gt;·       A man marries a woman expecting that she won't change, but she does.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;DRESSING UP&lt;br /&gt;·       A woman will dress up to go shopping, water the plants, empty the trash, answer the phone, read a book, and get the mail.&lt;br /&gt;·       A man will dress up for weddings and funerals.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;NATURAL&lt;br /&gt;·       Men wake up as good-looking as they went to bed.&lt;br /&gt;·       Women somehow deteriorate during the night.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;OFFSPRING&lt;br /&gt;·       Ah, children.  A woman knows all about her children.  She knows about dentist appointments and romances, best friends, favorite foods, secret fears and hopes and dreams.&lt;br /&gt;·       A man is vaguely aware of some short people living in the house.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;THOUGHT FOR THE DAY&lt;br /&gt;A married man should forget his mistakes.  There's no use in two people remembering the same thing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27354611-3113788365707892825?l=aninvisibleblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aninvisibleblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3113788365707892825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27354611&amp;postID=3113788365707892825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27354611/posts/default/3113788365707892825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27354611/posts/default/3113788365707892825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aninvisibleblog.blogspot.com/2011/08/men-are-just-happier-people.html' title='Men Are Just Happier People'/><author><name>The Girl Who No Longer Believes In "Forever"</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27354611.post-1869586082504019200</id><published>2011-06-25T22:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T23:39:45.334+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 Things to note for hideous people</title><content type='html'>Being a very secretive person and potential Sherlock Holmes, I do realise some things which we should be aware of which would infringe our privacy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Never take your hideous/naked/unglam photos with your digital camera. - All images deleted on the digital camera could be retrieved using special softwares easily downloaded from the internet. - I once retrieved thousands of deleted image on a digital camera and found my naked photo inside (if you believe).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solution: Keep your memory card properly. Destroy the memory card if you have no use for it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Never accept some "friend request" on facebook while ignoring some others. The person ignored would have your "friends request accepted" update on their facebook home page even though you did not add him/her. Facebook privacy settings are not trustable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solution: Add the person you-oh-so-hated, and edit your privacy setting to block all your content from the person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Never trust facebook privacy setting. I did a search for a fellow colleague who has his profile closed and privacy setting activated. However, my most IT-savvy LG, still found his facebook profile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solution: Don't put anything online if you don't want people to know. Just look at Tin Pei Ling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are just 3 of the things I discovered recently. Hope it helps.;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27354611-1869586082504019200?l=aninvisibleblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aninvisibleblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1869586082504019200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27354611&amp;postID=1869586082504019200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27354611/posts/default/1869586082504019200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27354611/posts/default/1869586082504019200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aninvisibleblog.blogspot.com/2011/06/3-things-to-note-for-hideous-people.html' title='3 Things to note for hideous people'/><author><name>The Girl Who No Longer Believes In "Forever"</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27354611.post-6094964974576470888</id><published>2011-06-06T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T22:37:38.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Darren Lim and Evelyn Tan celebrated their 6th wedding anniversary</title><content type='html'>&lt;object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" id="ol2c8ef0" width="432" height="415"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://img.widgets.video.s-msn.com/flash/customplayer/1_0/customplayer.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#ffffff" /&gt;&lt;param name="base" value="." /&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent" /&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="player.c=v&amp;player.v=6893e6a0-b191-e76a-8a54-b8c35c2d88f5&amp;mkt=en-sg&amp;configCsid=msnvideo&amp;configName=syndicationplayer" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://img.widgets.video.s-msn.com/flash/customplayer/1_0/customplayer.swf" width="432" height="415" id="ep84avdo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowFullScreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" pluginspage="http://macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" base="." wmode="transparent" flashvars="player.c=v&amp;player.v=6893e6a0-b191-e76a-8a54-b8c35c2d88f5&amp;mkt=en-sg&amp;configCsid=msnvideo&amp;configName=syndicationplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;noembed&gt;&lt;a href="http://video.msn.com?mkt=en-sg&amp;playlist=videoByUuids:uuids:6893e6a0-b191-e76a-8a54-b8c35c2d88f5&amp;showPlaylist=true&amp;from=en-sg&amp;fg=ENSG_Mediacorp_xinmsn-bios-player" target="_new" title="Darren Lim and Evelyn Tan celebrated their 6th wedding anniversary at Universal Studios Singapore!"&gt;Video: Darren Lim and Evelyn Tan celebrated their 6th wedding anniversary at Universal Studios Singapore!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/noembed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27354611-6094964974576470888?l=aninvisibleblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aninvisibleblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6094964974576470888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27354611&amp;postID=6094964974576470888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27354611/posts/default/6094964974576470888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27354611/posts/default/6094964974576470888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aninvisibleblog.blogspot.com/2011/06/darren-lim-and-evelyn-tan-celebrated.html' title='Darren Lim and Evelyn Tan celebrated their 6th wedding anniversary'/><author><name>The Girl Who No Longer Believes In "Forever"</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27354611.post-4203717842115328385</id><published>2011-05-14T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T02:02:41.111+08:00</updated><title type='text'>9 Sex Position that Enhance Emotional Itimacy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 15px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 15px !important; line-height: 1.52em !important; "&gt;Certain &lt;a href="http://www.yourtango.com/super-tag/sex" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(154, 0, 71); text-decoration: none; "&gt;sex&lt;/a&gt; positions facilitate higher levels of emotional intimacy. These positions allow a couple to go beyond their sensory experience, intensifying the intimacy of their encounters and imbuing them with emotional meaning. Eye contact, &lt;a href="http://www.yourtango.com/super-tag/kissing" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(154, 0, 71); text-decoration: none; "&gt;kissing&lt;/a&gt;, caresses, trusting, watching. . . these are emotional complements to the physical experience, and these nine sex positions promote that beautiful, emotional connection.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 15px !important; line-height: 1.52em !important; "&gt;&lt;strong style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;1. Woman On Top.&lt;/strong&gt; A man lying down with the woman on top can be a vulnerable position for both lovers, which in itself can create emotional intimacy. He must rely on her decisions, while she is bared and exposed for his perusal. This position is ideal for lots of touching and intimate caresses.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 15px !important; line-height: 1.52em !important; "&gt;&lt;strong style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;2. Hold Me. &lt;/strong&gt;In this position the man holds the woman as if she's just jumped into his arms. With her legs wrapped around his waist and her arms around his neck, this loving position is conducive to slow movements, passionate kisses and romantic swaying.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 15px !important; line-height: 1.52em !important; "&gt;&lt;strong style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;3. Enhanced Missionary.&lt;/strong&gt; The missionary position is already intimate, with faces close and full-body contact. To enhance the emotional intimacy, the man can hold the woman's butt or move his legs to the outside of hers to more fully envelop her body. And if a couple is so inclined, this position also offers a good approach for &lt;a href="http://www.yourtango.com/super-tag/anal-sex" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(154, 0, 71); text-decoration: none; "&gt;anal sex&lt;/a&gt; by retaining face-to-face emotional intimacy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 15px !important; line-height: 1.52em !important; "&gt;&lt;strong style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;4. Spooning.&lt;/strong&gt; Although there is no eye contact in spooning, this sex position creates intense emotional connectedness as the man protectively cradles the woman with his entire body. It's also a wonderful position for touching, squeezing, rubbing—and even hand-holding, which can be incredibly intimate during sex.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 15px !important; line-height: 1.52em !important; "&gt;&lt;strong style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;5. Hands Free.&lt;/strong&gt; With the man sitting on a chair, and his woman astride him, facing him, with her feet on the floor, the couple not only has face-to-face contact, but also maximum access for tantalizing kisses, whispers. . . and four free hands for touching. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 15px !important; line-height: 1.52em !important; "&gt;&lt;strong style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;6. Crossed Legs or Lotus.&lt;/strong&gt; The lotus sex position offers stunning emotional intimacy. With the man sitting cross-legged, or in the actual yogic lotus position, and his woman on his lap, arms and legs wrapped around him, the lovers are fully entwined and face to face. The need for slower, sensual movements in this position adds romantic intensity.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 15px !important; line-height: 1.52em !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 15px !important; line-height: 1.52em !important; "&gt;&lt;strong style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;7. Standing Missionary.&lt;/strong&gt; Turn the missionary position 90 degrees so both people are standing and you'll find that this full-body-contact &lt;a href="http://www.yourtango.com/super-tag/sex" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(154, 0, 71); text-decoration: none; "&gt;sex&lt;/a&gt; position has added intensity. Muscles tighten to remain standing and, even with a support behind her, both partners are more physically dependent on each other. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 15px !important; line-height: 1.52em !important; "&gt;&lt;strong style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;8. Slow Going.&lt;/strong&gt; In this sex position, the man is seated, legs extended, leaning back on his arms. His woman sits on top facing him, then leans back herself and extends her legs behind him. By necessity, this position requires slow, gentle movements. There is an electric emotional intimacy in not being able to move much, only being able to watch each other. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 15px !important; line-height: 1.52em !important; "&gt;&lt;strong style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;9. Higher &lt;a href="http://www.yourtango.com/super-tag/love" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(154, 0, 71); text-decoration: none; "&gt;Love&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; The woman lies on her back at the edge of a bed or another surface, and puts her legs on the standing man's shoulders. Both lovers share control; the man with the movements, and the woman using her legs to push him back a bit and slow him down, or to let him lean all the way into her.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 15px !important; line-height: 1.52em !important; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27354611-4203717842115328385?l=aninvisibleblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aninvisibleblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4203717842115328385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27354611&amp;postID=4203717842115328385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27354611/posts/default/4203717842115328385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27354611/posts/default/4203717842115328385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aninvisibleblog.blogspot.com/2011/05/9-sex-position-that-enhance-emotional.html' title='9 Sex Position that Enhance Emotional Itimacy'/><author><name>The Girl Who No Longer Believes In "Forever"</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27354611.post-7307944123568309674</id><published>2011-05-07T01:24:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-07T03:25:11.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>General Election</title><content type='html'>I have been rather passive about the election. But I still heard alot of complains  about the PAP.  Orchard floods, congested MRT, rising cost of living,  expensive HDB flats, high salary of the president etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Floods&lt;br /&gt;The orchard flood (Jun 2010): Lasted for 1 day. Subsequently, the flood was under control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QBSR1z87L2Y/TcQ0_174_-I/AAAAAAAADt0/Cplc59QhI4Q/s1600/flood1-530x286.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 216px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QBSR1z87L2Y/TcQ0_174_-I/AAAAAAAADt0/Cplc59QhI4Q/s400/flood1-530x286.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603662107770421218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Malaysia flood (Feb 2011): Lasted for about 1 week.  Roads were closed. Many people were unable to return home to celebrate Chinese New Year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XVG6DB6pD6I/TcQ0_yHZE0I/AAAAAAAADt8/CJic3I1EQZg/s1600/photo%25283%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XVG6DB6pD6I/TcQ0_yHZE0I/AAAAAAAADt8/CJic3I1EQZg/s400/photo%25283%2529.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603662106744918850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congested MRT and lots of ERP&lt;br /&gt;In many countries like Vietnam, they don't even have a proper railway system. Travelling 1km takes at least 30 min in the City Centre by car. My backside was nearly swollen by the time i alight from the car after a 600km journey to Madagui Resort because the road congestion was so bad the car could only travel  average 30kmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aren't we fortunate we don't have to suffer the road congestion like the Vietnamese?  They don't even have a choice of public transport. Yet, here we are, complaining about the high cost and congested MRT. I think squeezing on the MRT is better than spending many hours everyday on the motorbike inhaling the sulphur dioxide, carbon monoxide and carbon dioxide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5XrBeB5Aa-w/TcQ37EjYtFI/AAAAAAAADuE/YkHSmN8ZJx4/s1600/Transport%2B080507%2B4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5XrBeB5Aa-w/TcQ37EjYtFI/AAAAAAAADuE/YkHSmN8ZJx4/s400/Transport%2B080507%2B4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603665324329710674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Expensive Flats&lt;br /&gt;Well, what could be more exciting than saving money together with your love one to build a home together? No matter how much  the home cost, it's this journey with your beloved that matters most.  Complaining about the expensive flats won't get one anywhere. If you want something, work hard for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;High salary of the president&lt;br /&gt;The president of Singapore earns about USD 2oook per year. Indonesia-124k, South Africa-272k United States-400k. It's indeed a money spinning job to be Singapore's president. Well, at least the Singapore president is carrying out his duties well. Some citizens in other countries might not be as lucky. The president took so much salary, yet there are children dying of starvation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JmH0BVTLZiA/TcREPhePYoI/AAAAAAAADuU/SLQUDpKNGWM/s1600/starving-children-in-africa-are-not-getting-enough-nutritious-food-from-world-aid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 189px; height: 280px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JmH0BVTLZiA/TcREPhePYoI/AAAAAAAADuU/SLQUDpKNGWM/s400/starving-children-in-africa-are-not-getting-enough-nutritious-food-from-world-aid.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603678869829673602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There isn't much to complain about. Life is good in Singapore. The opposition might be using all those mistakes made by the PAP to contest for the election. But will they be able to do better than the PAP? Could they come up with a better plan for Singapore? And even if they have the plan, do they have the resources to carry out the plan? Too many unknowns. The little mistakes made by the PAP surely do not deserve Singaporean to risk an unknown future. If you look at the whole picture instead of only looking at the 'sucky' things in life, you will find that life ain't so bad afterall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The above is solely the opinion of the author.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27354611-7307944123568309674?l=aninvisibleblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aninvisibleblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7307944123568309674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27354611&amp;postID=7307944123568309674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27354611/posts/default/7307944123568309674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27354611/posts/default/7307944123568309674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aninvisibleblog.blogspot.com/2011/05/general-election.html' title='General Election'/><author><name>The Girl Who No Longer Believes In "Forever"</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QBSR1z87L2Y/TcQ0_174_-I/AAAAAAAADt0/Cplc59QhI4Q/s72-c/flood1-530x286.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27354611.post-7054031683266131976</id><published>2011-05-07T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-07T00:00:00.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 things men want</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 16px; font-family:arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif;font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 15px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;strong style="font-style: normal; font-weight: bold; "&gt;1. A moratorium on drama.&lt;/strong&gt; We give you the occasional free pass to freak out about something that seems rather trivial upon next-day, post-caffeine retrospect. This does not mean a free pass to cause a scene in front of our friends or family.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 15px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;strong style="font-style: normal; font-weight: bold; "&gt;2. Sexy sex.&lt;/strong&gt; It's not enough to keep our sex lives consistent—both partners have to keep it consistently sexy. If you're not into it, we can pretend not to notice for a few times, but after that, it'll eat away at us and we won't have the guts to ask you what's wrong. Yet. The best thing you can do isn't porn star-inspired or the over-the-top-"yes, yes, yes"-ing; we'll detect that fakery, too. The trick is that, however you do it, you let us know that you really like doing it to us.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 15px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;strong style="font-style: normal; font-weight: bold; "&gt;3. Romance.&lt;/strong&gt; Crazy, right? What guy would scoff at you for bringing him a present, a token of affection once in a while, or cooking him a steak and then instead of telling him what you're going to do to him later, you tell him that he's amazing and sweet. Hell, I'm getting a tear in my eye just writing that. &lt;a href="http://us.lrd.yahoo.com/_ylt=AqgXLQhNxOu_oLNBe5cywtyDbqU5/SIG=12bsgji17/**http%3A//www.yourtango.com/200940081/7-phrases-men-love-hear%3Fcid=Shine" rel="nofollow" style="font-size: 14px; font-family: arial, sans-serif; text-decoration: none; color: rgb(122, 26, 89); text-transform: none; "&gt;Read: 7 Phrases Men Love To Hear&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 15px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;strong style="font-style: normal; font-weight: bold; "&gt;4. Truth.&lt;/strong&gt; The reason many guys have control-freak issues is because they have a sixth sense about being lied to. (Another reason they have control freak issues is that they're control freaks; learn to spot these guys in advance and avoid like an Ebola outbreak.) Next time your man says, "Who were you with?" give him the excruciating play-by-play, who was there, what the latest gossip on Cindy's crazy ex-husband, which bars you went to, everything except the bathroom breaks. This way, not only does he feel completely assured, he'll never pester you again about what you did. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 15px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;strong style="font-style: normal; font-weight: bold; "&gt;5. Silence.&lt;/strong&gt; "Some of us aren't as loquacious as our lady friends might like," admits Tom. "Generally it has nothing to do with you and we're not up for talking about it. "&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 15px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;strong style="font-style: normal; font-weight: bold; "&gt;6. Dinner.&lt;/strong&gt; One of the reasons you were thrilled to venture into a relationship with us is that we were completely willing to subvert the master-and-servant relationship paradigm. In other words, you don't have to cook for us every night. Nor do you have to pretend to like our bow-tie pasta with Ragu specialty—but a middle ground where you occasionally whip us up our favorite bolognese after an incredibly trying day is like the reverse of us taking you shoe shopping.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 15px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;strong style="font-style: normal; font-weight: bold; "&gt;7. A sense of humor.&lt;/strong&gt; Every guy in America has this phrase on his personals profile under the "What I'm looking for" category. Should you dismiss it because, well, you thought &lt;em style="font-style: italic; font-weight: normal; "&gt;The Hangover&lt;/em&gt; is funny? No, because what "A sense of humor" really translates to is "Are you relaxed, in the moment, and bantering with me?" If the answer is "often not," we're going to think you're distracted and probably wondering how to extricate yourself from this tedious relationship.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 15px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;strong style="font-style: normal; font-weight: bold; "&gt;8. A listener.&lt;/strong&gt; We hear you when you say that men don't open up unless their compadres Jack Daniel's and Jim Beam help them out. When you sense we have just received some upsetting news (which could be everything from a humiliating day at work to Lebron James signing with the Cavs), make it clear you'll listen, but then drop it immediately. We'll come to you with the answers when we're ready to deal with bringing it all up again, which may be never if it turned out to be no biggie.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 15px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;strong style="font-style: normal; font-weight: bold; "&gt;9. Matrimony.&lt;/strong&gt; It may not necessarily be the matrimony of your girlhood dreams, but we do want to form a more perfect union with you—permanently. We may be hesitating because we worry that we're making the right choice, that we are meant to be together forever, rather than just proposing to you because we've been together for a couple of years. Maybe we need more time to settle in, but it's not because we are still thinking about other women. We care about you, and that's why we're carefully weighing this decision.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 15px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;strong style="font-style: normal; font-weight: bold; "&gt;10. An end to game-playing.&lt;/strong&gt; This is a sort of bookend to the moratorium on drama. Everything thinks it's cute to toy with the boys when you're starting out, calling them back days later and seeming disinterested. In the end, this only has two possible outcomes—we will be put off by your lack of interest and go with a stronger choice or we will pursue you for so long you'll assume we're in a relationship, except we're still figuring out whether all that bird-dogging was worth catching the chick.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27354611-7054031683266131976?l=aninvisibleblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aninvisibleblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7054031683266131976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27354611&amp;postID=7054031683266131976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27354611/posts/default/7054031683266131976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27354611/posts/default/7054031683266131976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aninvisibleblog.blogspot.com/2011/05/10-things-men-want.html' title='10 things men want'/><author><name>The Girl Who No Longer Believes In "Forever"</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27354611.post-3935321905177243678</id><published>2011-04-30T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T00:00:04.758+08:00</updated><title type='text'>50 things SHE wishes you knew</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;b style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;1.&lt;/b&gt; Saying "I love you" immediately before, during, or following sex doesn't count. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;b style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;2.&lt;/b&gt; Real men drive stick shift.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;b style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;3.&lt;/b&gt; I will leave if you lie. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;b style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;4.&lt;/b&gt; You are cute in raglan-sleeved T-shirts (two-toned baseball undershirts).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;b style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;5.&lt;/b&gt; I'm convinced I'm pregnant and obsess about it for a minimum of 24 to 48 hours before my period, even when I have no rational reason to think so.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;b style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;6.&lt;/b&gt; I love it when you hug me from behind and whisper in my ear.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;b style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;7.&lt;/b&gt; "Fine" is never an appropriate response when I ask you how I look.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt; &lt;b style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;8.&lt;/b&gt; Most of the time when I fantasize, it's about you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;b style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;9.&lt;/b&gt; I'm terrified of becoming my mother, even though I admire her.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;b style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;10.&lt;/b&gt; I get turned on simply seeing that I have an e-mail from you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;b style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;11.&lt;/b&gt; I expect you to call me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;b style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;12.&lt;/b&gt; Only rock stars are allowed to wear leather pants.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;b style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;13.&lt;/b&gt; I'm scared of losing my independence.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;b style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;14.&lt;/b&gt; I'm more forgiving of you than I really should be.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;b style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;15.&lt;/b&gt; Oral sex is your get-out-of-the-doghouse-free card. Manolo Blahnik shoes also do the trick.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;b style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;16.&lt;/b&gt; You did something bad. I seem cool with it. I'm not. (See directly above.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;b style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;17.&lt;/b&gt; If I'm not having sex with you, I'm... a.) ...having a fat day. b.) ...not feeling "connected" to you. c.) ...blackmailing you to get something I want.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;b style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;18.&lt;/b&gt; Shoes determine whether you're fashionable or not.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;b style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;19.&lt;/b&gt; I own a Debbie Gibson CD, and I'm not afraid to use it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;b style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;20.&lt;/b&gt; When I compare my flabby tummy to a kangaroo pouch, say nothing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;b style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;21.&lt;/b&gt; A man I love plans the occasional fancy-schmancy dress-up date and impromptu weekend getaways, and he buys my favorite candy in advance when we're just going to the movies.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;b style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;22.&lt;/b&gt; You look hot in hooded clothing items.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;b style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;23.&lt;/b&gt; You should never tell me what to do.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;b style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;24.&lt;/b&gt; If I slept over, you owe me breakfast.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;b style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;25.&lt;/b&gt; My breasts love much licking and sucking.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;b style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;26.&lt;/b&gt; If you ask me out directly, I will say yes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;b style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;27.&lt;/b&gt; I'm very impressed when you ask for my advice.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;b style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;28.&lt;/b&gt; I'm unimpressed with a man who doesn't take the lead.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;b style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;29.&lt;/b&gt; When in doubt, go with the shirt that matches your eye color.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;b style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;30.&lt;/b&gt; I want to be Madonna.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;b style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;31.&lt;/b&gt; Women get urinary-tract infections easily, so watch (and wash) your fingers. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;b style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;32.&lt;/b&gt; I'm in heaven when you hold my hand.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;b style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;33.&lt;/b&gt; You're sexy when you're shaving, fixing things, wearing a white T-shirt and jeans, driving, eating a peach, holding a baby.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;b style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;34.&lt;/b&gt; I need to hear how you feel about me. Often. Tell me now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;b style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;35.&lt;/b&gt; Surprises, especially gifts for moi = more loving.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;b style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;36.&lt;/b&gt; I want to be the best thing that ever happened to you--and for you to recognize this.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;b style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;37.&lt;/b&gt; If I'm not feeling loved, I will start looking....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;b style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;38.&lt;/b&gt; Discussion of ex-gf's and ex-bf's should be avoided at all times.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;b style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;39.&lt;/b&gt; I like it when you tell me what you're thinking, even if you don't know yourself.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;b style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;40.&lt;/b&gt; Celebrating our anniversary, even if it's only been a few months, earns major bonus points.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;b style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;41.&lt;/b&gt; I love it when you're sweaty.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;b style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;42.&lt;/b&gt; It's best to consult your gal pals for gift ideas.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;b style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;43.&lt;/b&gt; A lady should always be greeted with kisses.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;b style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;44.&lt;/b&gt; I like porn.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;b style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;45.&lt;/b&gt; I love holding your bum in the palms of my hands.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;b style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;46.&lt;/b&gt; Even nice girls like hushed dirty talk in public.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;b style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;47.&lt;/b&gt; It's cheating as soon as you're doing something with her that you wouldn't want me to see, hear, read...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;b style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;48.&lt;/b&gt; For the record: I'd rather you break up with me than cheat.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;b style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;49.&lt;/b&gt; I remember everything about our relationship.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;b style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;50.&lt;/b&gt; You should know all this and more without my telling you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27354611-3935321905177243678?l=aninvisibleblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aninvisibleblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3935321905177243678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27354611&amp;postID=3935321905177243678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27354611/posts/default/3935321905177243678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27354611/posts/default/3935321905177243678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aninvisibleblog.blogspot.com/2011/04/50-things-she-wishes-you-knew.html' title='50 things SHE wishes you knew'/><author><name>The Girl Who No Longer Believes In "Forever"</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27354611.post-2308351555358578675</id><published>2011-04-22T23:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T00:26:15.031+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Being single and lonely....</title><content type='html'>I have started my new job for 2 weeks now. Everything was going smoothly for me. I work with 2 very nice ladies who are nearing retiring age but are still single. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, I saw David changed his facebook marital status from "Married" to "It's complicated." Most probably, he has already decided to divorce his wife. I wonder why do people get married. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Marriage really scares me now. I used to dream of finding my prince charming, and happily married to him and living happily ever after. Now, I wonder does "happily ever after" even exist?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lee Kuan Yew once said, "My greatest joy is my wife." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I look at all these people around me now. I sighed. I wonder why they get married and regret later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Looking at my 2 colleagues, I admire their strong will to live by their own values. Perhaps, being single and lonely isn't such a bad idea after all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Yes, I do get lonely sometimes. But I know I have my sweetie and sunshine with me. I think that is more than enough- blessed enough, especially when sweetie is always making extra effort to accompany me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9g8kjMWcEkI/TbGoti0dRII/AAAAAAAADts/D8ekXhzMMNQ/s1600/IMG_0078.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9g8kjMWcEkI/TbGoti0dRII/AAAAAAAADts/D8ekXhzMMNQ/s400/IMG_0078.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598441312192644226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27354611-2308351555358578675?l=aninvisibleblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aninvisibleblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2308351555358578675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27354611&amp;postID=2308351555358578675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27354611/posts/default/2308351555358578675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27354611/posts/default/2308351555358578675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aninvisibleblog.blogspot.com/2011/04/being-single-and-lonely.html' title='Being single and lonely....'/><author><name>The Girl Who No Longer Believes In "Forever"</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9g8kjMWcEkI/TbGoti0dRII/AAAAAAAADts/D8ekXhzMMNQ/s72-c/IMG_0078.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27354611.post-6261172006389232833</id><published>2011-04-13T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T23:25:19.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something to share...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nS5vEKzK3QE/TaXAL1VyhxI/AAAAAAAADtk/bF_wt7Udstg/s1600/FiletOFish1For1Coupon.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 399px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nS5vEKzK3QE/TaXAL1VyhxI/AAAAAAAADtk/bF_wt7Udstg/s400/FiletOFish1For1Coupon.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595089421607274258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27354611-6261172006389232833?l=aninvisibleblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aninvisibleblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6261172006389232833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27354611&amp;postID=6261172006389232833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27354611/posts/default/6261172006389232833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27354611/posts/default/6261172006389232833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aninvisibleblog.blogspot.com/2011/04/something-to-share.html' title='Something to share...'/><author><name>The Girl Who No Longer Believes In "Forever"</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nS5vEKzK3QE/TaXAL1VyhxI/AAAAAAAADtk/bF_wt7Udstg/s72-c/FiletOFish1For1Coupon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27354611.post-1779502328275478061</id><published>2011-03-27T19:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T19:57:12.708+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Medical checkup</title><content type='html'>My first ever medical checkup was intimidating. Fasting, drinking lots of water. I got some tips from sunshine and sweetie which lesser my stress alot. The checkup was for my employment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I first stepped in, it looks like a place for mental patients because all the people are in their bathing robe. :s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/03/27/790.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/03/27/s_790.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, I was part of the mental-patient-look-alike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/03/27/791.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/03/27/s_791.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The free breakfast was good. It consist of my favourite corn flakes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/03/27/795.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/03/27/s_795.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The place was pretty nice too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/03/27/797.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/03/27/s_797.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/03/27/798.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/03/27/s_798.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being my first full body checkup, I was like a tortoise from the mountain. Everybody kept their pants on except me. And when i saw an ang mo wearing his boxer, I crept to the toilet before anyone discover I haven't wore anything inside.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;I would never want to be back there again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nonetheless, I really enjoy the corn flakes. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27354611-1779502328275478061?l=aninvisibleblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aninvisibleblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1779502328275478061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27354611&amp;postID=1779502328275478061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27354611/posts/default/1779502328275478061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27354611/posts/default/1779502328275478061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aninvisibleblog.blogspot.com/2011/03/medical-checkup.html' title='Medical checkup'/><author><name>The Girl Who No Longer Believes In "Forever"</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27354611.post-7131727143947379401</id><published>2011-03-13T15:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T15:35:05.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pimps and Prostitutes</title><content type='html'>10 years ago, I was sitting on my way home from school in a bus when I overheard 2 guys behind me discussing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man 1: Did you enjoy yourself last night?&lt;br /&gt;Man 2: Yes of course, hahaha&lt;br /&gt;Man 1: How much was  it?&lt;br /&gt;Man 2: $40&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;O&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; shocked. It was a lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few days ago, I chanced upon a pimp's forum. By courtesy of sweetie, I found out what is a pimp and what is AJ, BJ, BBBJ, FJ, COF, COB etc. They have so many services! A freaking hour with a prostitute cost at least $60 excluding room and CD. I cannot figure out what a CD is for, but never mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have since calculated that if a man need 1 session per week. It would add up to &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;$3120&lt;/span&gt; per year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An LV bag cost only about&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; $2000&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So man, be glad when your wife ask for an LV bag. The service you get is worth so much more than what you pay for. ;) haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you are interested in the pimp's forum, here it is.. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://laksaboy.org/"&gt;Laksaboy.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a very interesting forum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sorry for the lack of entry these 2 months because Rose falls sick quite often recently. But Rose would definitely keep on sharing all the good stuff here. Enjoy the pimp's forum! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27354611-7131727143947379401?l=aninvisibleblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aninvisibleblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7131727143947379401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27354611&amp;postID=7131727143947379401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27354611/posts/default/7131727143947379401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27354611/posts/default/7131727143947379401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aninvisibleblog.blogspot.com/2011/03/pimps-and-prostitutes.html' title='Pimps and Prostitutes'/><author><name>The Girl Who No Longer Believes In "Forever"</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27354611.post-8757695596090277921</id><published>2011-02-19T01:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T07:52:50.957+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The scariest thing on earth</title><content type='html'>Being useless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was retrenched today. And I felt a total lost because I know I cannot find a job anymore. My medical condition threatens to lock me in the sickening hospital  anytime. The feeling sucks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sad. Sad that I've became useless. This isn't the first time I was retrenched but the feeling was worse than the previous time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My savings for my studies has to be spent on my health and I know I'm further and further away from completing my studies. The hard truth hurts badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27354611-8757695596090277921?l=aninvisibleblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aninvisibleblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8757695596090277921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27354611&amp;postID=8757695596090277921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27354611/posts/default/8757695596090277921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27354611/posts/default/8757695596090277921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aninvisibleblog.blogspot.com/2011/02/scariest-thing-on-earth.html' title='The scariest thing on earth'/><author><name>The Girl Who No Longer Believes In "Forever"</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27354611.post-1246642233680241984</id><published>2011-02-04T01:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T01:20:38.147+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinese New Year</title><content type='html'>This Chinese New Year, everything is the same except she is no longer around. I still could not reconcile with myself over the loss of my beloved grandma- the one who dote on me unconditionally.  The one who will always say yes to me. The one who will ask me to eat the bak gua when my parents frown upon it. She's the mother of my father, nobody defies her. I basked in her love all those while and now it's all gone. Tears flows uncontrollably. I never know how important she is until I lost her. Nobody mentions about her this year. However, I just could not get her out of my mind. I wish she is still around and call her 'popo' like how it used to be. I could not figure out why do people have to leave and good things have to end. Why can't there be forever... :(&lt;br /&gt;This Chinese New Year, my heart feels so empty. I'm surrounded by so many people but it's never going to be the same again.&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's life and nobody treasures till something is gone. Or maybe we do treasure, but the hard truth of loss will hit harder when it's gone.&lt;br /&gt;My grandma may be gone, but she will be in my heart, now and forever. I love you, popo.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Wishing all my beloved readers a Very Happy New Year! May all your wishes come true in this Rabbit year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;Author of aninvisibleblog, Adeline a.k.a Rose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27354611-1246642233680241984?l=aninvisibleblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aninvisibleblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1246642233680241984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27354611&amp;postID=1246642233680241984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27354611/posts/default/1246642233680241984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27354611/posts/default/1246642233680241984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aninvisibleblog.blogspot.com/2011/02/chinese-new-year.html' title='Chinese New Year'/><author><name>The Girl Who No Longer Believes In "Forever"</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27354611.post-6284184711571707198</id><published>2011-01-22T01:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T01:42:05.977+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Arduous week</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;As I closed my eyes to rest that day, I open up my eyes again telling myself I don't want to sleep. My heart was beating really fast for no apparent reason and body was shivering for heaven sake-&lt;br /&gt; no reason too, threatening me to believe that once I fall asleep, I may never be able to wake up to see my love ones again. It was a horrible week as I struggle with this unknown monster within me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have turned down countless appointments with my beloved friends and worst, I cancelled the chalet with Jie and Ben. A very big sorry to them because I organise everything but I did not turn up. I could not turn up because I was in severe pain.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;3 days at the hospital was a total relief. I came out of it, able to walk, talk and scold people. It was a total blessing. It was not so much of a blessing for the nurse who got scolded by me for giving me an extra tube of ointment which cost $58. They charge the amount to me when I don't need that.&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, I was very happy. Happy that I'm home. Happy that I can move. Happy that i am no longer in pain. The simple things in lives can be such a luxury.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A big 'Thank You' to all my family and friends for your concern, especially to my mother who feed me and took care of me when I could not move. And a big 'Thank You' to sweetie for dropping by at the hospital to accompany me. I love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/11/01/21/1443.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/11/01/21/s_1443.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27354611-6284184711571707198?l=aninvisibleblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aninvisibleblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6284184711571707198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27354611&amp;postID=6284184711571707198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27354611/posts/default/6284184711571707198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27354611/posts/default/6284184711571707198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aninvisibleblog.blogspot.com/2011/01/arduous-week.html' title='Arduous week'/><author><name>The Girl Who No Longer Believes In "Forever"</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27354611.post-1791610598667187800</id><published>2011-01-12T22:07:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T22:49:13.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Recent life....</title><content type='html'>I have been watching doraemon on tudou recently. Still watching doraemon. Life seems to be quite meaningless recently. Aimless, pointless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jone's demise in the Mersing Tragedy affected me quite tremendeously. I've been having nightmare every night about the sea. In my dream, I run and run. It was scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunar New Year is coming. My beloved grandma is no longer around. Feel kind of empty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle lot says, "Death becomes a part of us the minute we open our eyes into this world. No matter what, this finishing line is there, constant, the only thing I can tweak, change, is the journey."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alice says I can go over to look for her if I feel lonely. I do. There's so many thing I want to say, but I have nobody to talk to. That's what I hate to admit, I visited km82coaching's blog. I find myself sitting in front of my computer reading km82coaching's blog. I always thought his blog were all about his grandfather stories. But it turn out to be quite a good emotional support for emoing people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be who I were.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27354611-1791610598667187800?l=aninvisibleblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aninvisibleblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1791610598667187800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27354611&amp;postID=1791610598667187800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27354611/posts/default/1791610598667187800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27354611/posts/default/1791610598667187800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aninvisibleblog.blogspot.com/2011/01/recent-life.html' title='Recent life....'/><author><name>The Girl Who No Longer Believes In "Forever"</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27354611.post-146342652118604714</id><published>2011-01-04T23:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T23:35:55.348+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year</title><content type='html'>What better way is there to celebrate a New Year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, a countdown party!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rose had a great New Year celebration with sunshine and sweetie at Clark Quay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pjC-WpuVeiY/TSM6rwEKcGI/AAAAAAAADtI/o6BLbn8-ujI/s1600/countdown.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558350888416473186" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pjC-WpuVeiY/TSM6rwEKcGI/AAAAAAAADtI/o6BLbn8-ujI/s400/countdown.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been sometime since I last went clubbing. It's the same kinda place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fond Memories came back. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This time I have sunshine and sweetie. Love just hugged me like no one would. Heart no longer hurts. Mind no longer tired. I'm just glad the past is all over. 2010 was much of a healing year for me. 2011 will be a good year, for everyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27354611-146342652118604714?l=aninvisibleblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aninvisibleblog.blogspot.com/feeds/146342652118604714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27354611&amp;postID=146342652118604714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27354611/posts/default/146342652118604714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27354611/posts/default/146342652118604714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aninvisibleblog.blogspot.com/2011/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year'/><author><name>The Girl Who No Longer Believes In "Forever"</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pjC-WpuVeiY/TSM6rwEKcGI/AAAAAAAADtI/o6BLbn8-ujI/s72-c/countdown.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27354611.post-917735905718082254</id><published>2010-12-25T01:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T01:02:31.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!</title><content type='html'>Merry Christmas to all my readers! Hope the day is a fabulous one!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27354611-917735905718082254?l=aninvisibleblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aninvisibleblog.blogspot.com/feeds/917735905718082254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27354611&amp;postID=917735905718082254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27354611/posts/default/917735905718082254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27354611/posts/default/917735905718082254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aninvisibleblog.blogspot.com/2010/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!'/><author><name>The Girl Who No Longer Believes In "Forever"</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27354611.post-8045274111942542488</id><published>2010-12-17T00:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T23:34:16.765+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday</title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday... to someone once so dear...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27354611-8045274111942542488?l=aninvisibleblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aninvisibleblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8045274111942542488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27354611&amp;postID=8045274111942542488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27354611/posts/default/8045274111942542488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27354611/posts/default/8045274111942542488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aninvisibleblog.blogspot.com/2010/12/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday'/><author><name>The Girl Who No Longer Believes In "Forever"</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27354611.post-7411641704620707782</id><published>2010-12-04T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T00:00:03.714+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry for the ngelect</title><content type='html'>I'm utterly sorry to all my friends whom I may have neglected due to my busy schedule. Just this week, I have a few friends telling me they thought I have forgotten them already. I know this is not a coincident. It might just be the truth that I'm neglecting my friends. I'm so sorry. I treasure all my friends a lot. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15.6px; "&gt;I assured everyone of you,  in my busy life, all of you are still in my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15.6px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15.6px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15.84px; "&gt;If I ever neglect any of you, do give me a nudge or a message because all of you guys are really important to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27354611-7411641704620707782?l=aninvisibleblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aninvisibleblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7411641704620707782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27354611&amp;postID=7411641704620707782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27354611/posts/default/7411641704620707782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27354611/posts/default/7411641704620707782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aninvisibleblog.blogspot.com/2010/12/sorry-for-ngelect.html' title='Sorry for the ngelect'/><author><name>The Girl Who No Longer Believes In "Forever"</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27354611.post-7786185294306976803</id><published>2010-11-21T13:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T13:15:25.038+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sitex Show 25-28 Nov 2010</title><content type='html'>The Sitex show is coming next weekend, 25-28 Nov 2010, at Singapore Expo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I look around, all my IT shows' kakis seems to be no longer in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27354611-7786185294306976803?l=aninvisibleblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aninvisibleblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7786185294306976803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27354611&amp;postID=7786185294306976803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27354611/posts/default/7786185294306976803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27354611/posts/default/7786185294306976803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aninvisibleblog.blogspot.com/2010/11/sitex-show-25-28-nov-2010.html' title='Sitex Show 25-28 Nov 2010'/><author><name>The Girl Who No Longer Believes In "Forever"</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27354611.post-2955504528346355229</id><published>2010-11-13T09:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T21:51:03.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Buzzzy</title><content type='html'>It has been a busy 2 weeks. I'm sorry to all my friends whom I've neglected for the past weeks. I want to reassure all my friends that you are all well-loved! Hopefully, we can catch up soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a photo of Alice's son. I took this photo when I was in Vietnam last month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pjC-WpuVeiY/TN_cSJmUWKI/AAAAAAAADss/KwrpGMX61mU/s1600/DSC03540.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pjC-WpuVeiY/TN_cSJmUWKI/AAAAAAAADss/KwrpGMX61mU/s400/DSC03540.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539388271061391522" 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/27354611-2955504528346355229?l=aninvisibleblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aninvisibleblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2955504528346355229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27354611&amp;postID=2955504528346355229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27354611/posts/default/2955504528346355229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27354611/posts/default/2955504528346355229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aninvisibleblog.blogspot.com/2010/11/buzzzy.html' title='Buzzzy'/><author><name>The Girl Who No Longer Believes In "Forever"</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pjC-WpuVeiY/TN_cSJmUWKI/AAAAAAAADss/KwrpGMX61mU/s72-c/DSC03540.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27354611.post-8984331284876347776</id><published>2010-10-30T14:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T15:14:47.668+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Hug</title><content type='html'>I was sleeping soundly this morning when Mr Happy called me. Before I open my mouth to scold him for disturbing my beauty sleep,  he told me excitedly, "she hugged me!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was "???????". But I realise the importance of a hug -it could make a person happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27354611-8984331284876347776?l=aninvisibleblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aninvisibleblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8984331284876347776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27354611&amp;postID=8984331284876347776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27354611/posts/default/8984331284876347776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27354611/posts/default/8984331284876347776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aninvisibleblog.blogspot.com/2010/10/hug.html' title='A Hug'/><author><name>The Girl Who No Longer Believes In "Forever"</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27354611.post-4834343870929028846</id><published>2010-10-24T22:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T23:12:30.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mean Words for our love ones</title><content type='html'>I was teaching my mum how to send an E-mail that day. I told her "Why don't you try sending an E-mail to papa?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She opened up the "Compose" page and type "You bully me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before she send that email, I asked her, "When did papa bully you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She paused to think for a while. Immediately, I said, "Why don't you say something nice?" And I helped her to change to "I love you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till today, my papa still haven't read his email. But I know when he does, he will definitely be happy to receive the message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many times, we take our love one for granted and said many nasty things to them. Yet, they have always been there for us  through our lives' ups and downs.  Shouldn't we show them more of our appreciation for their selfless sacrifice?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27354611-4834343870929028846?l=aninvisibleblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aninvisibleblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4834343870929028846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27354611&amp;postID=4834343870929028846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27354611/posts/default/4834343870929028846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27354611/posts/default/4834343870929028846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aninvisibleblog.blogspot.com/2010/10/mean-words-for-our-love-ones.html' title='Mean Words for our love ones'/><author><name>The Girl Who No Longer Believes In "Forever"</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27354611.post-3601197800124473720</id><published>2010-10-10T00:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T00:00:04.479+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In Vietnam</title><content type='html'>This weekend, Rose will be in Vietnam and will miss momo, mumu, mimi, mfat &amp;amp; ffat a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pjC-WpuVeiY/TK1aJB4075I/AAAAAAAADsk/kW1xDLjIBbY/s400/011020101083.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 246px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525171429025574802" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27354611-3601197800124473720?l=aninvisibleblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aninvisibleblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3601197800124473720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27354611&amp;postID=3601197800124473720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27354611/posts/default/3601197800124473720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27354611/posts/default/3601197800124473720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aninvisibleblog.blogspot.com/2010/10/in-vietnam.html' title='In Vietnam'/><author><name>The Girl Who No Longer Believes In "Forever"</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pjC-WpuVeiY/TK1aJB4075I/AAAAAAAADsk/kW1xDLjIBbY/s72-c/011020101083.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27354611.post-4342104218691924973</id><published>2010-10-03T01:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T02:08:17.127+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rose in Portcullis</title><content type='html'>On 1 Oct 2010, it's Breast Awareness Day. Me and neighbour Joy took a photo together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aren't we pretty with our pinky clothes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pjC-WpuVeiY/TKdsgvc-sQI/AAAAAAAADr8/nNLmWra6IZQ/s1600/joynrose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523502777742831874" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pjC-WpuVeiY/TKdsgvc-sQI/AAAAAAAADr8/nNLmWra6IZQ/s400/joynrose.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After leaving the fish farm, life has been much better. Made lots of new friends and my new boss is good to me. Although there isn't much hunks for me to see, I'm still contented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the painful transition, I'm really grateful to all my friends who have been there for me. Some might still be around, others might have already left. But no matter what, I'll never forget all the emotional support rendered during my vulnerable days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's another photo with Joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjC-WpuVeiY/TKdsgbSm_7I/AAAAAAAADr0/amF5osgX9R0/s1600/joynrose1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523502772330626994" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjC-WpuVeiY/TKdsgbSm_7I/AAAAAAAADr0/amF5osgX9R0/s400/joynrose1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might have look a little different nowadays due to the double eyelid on my right eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has been good. I just hope it stays this way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27354611-4342104218691924973?l=aninvisibleblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aninvisibleblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4342104218691924973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27354611&amp;postID=4342104218691924973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27354611/posts/default/4342104218691924973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27354611/posts/default/4342104218691924973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aninvisibleblog.blogspot.com/2010/10/rose-in-portcullis.html' title='Rose in Portcullis'/><author><name>The Girl Who No Longer Believes In "Forever"</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pjC-WpuVeiY/TKdsgvc-sQI/AAAAAAAADr8/nNLmWra6IZQ/s72-c/joynrose.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27354611.post-5967447501440476730</id><published>2010-09-26T16:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T17:02:16.199+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Roses</title><content type='html'>Giving roses is the oldest way to capture a woman's heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pjC-WpuVeiY/TJ8K2c14IDI/AAAAAAAADrs/37W3W7ShTbA/s1600/260920101073-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521143598750900274" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pjC-WpuVeiY/TJ8K2c14IDI/AAAAAAAADrs/37W3W7ShTbA/s400/260920101073-001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yet, it is the most effective way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thanks sweetie!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27354611-5967447501440476730?l=aninvisibleblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aninvisibleblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5967447501440476730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27354611&amp;postID=5967447501440476730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27354611/posts/default/5967447501440476730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27354611/posts/default/5967447501440476730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aninvisibleblog.blogspot.com/2010/09/roses.html' title='Roses'/><author><name>The Girl Who No Longer Believes In "Forever"</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pjC-WpuVeiY/TJ8K2c14IDI/AAAAAAAADrs/37W3W7ShTbA/s72-c/260920101073-001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27354611.post-5002172947582547863</id><published>2010-09-19T23:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T00:28:39.947+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A week of sadness</title><content type='html'>On saturday, I received sms from 2 of my bestest friends that they have broken up with their men. On my way home today, I heard a couple quarreling fiercely behind me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I start questioning why is it so hard for couples to treasure each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe they haven't tried the pain of not being able to be with your love one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried and I tell myself if I ever have my own man, I promise to treasure him with all my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27354611-5002172947582547863?l=aninvisibleblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aninvisibleblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5002172947582547863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27354611&amp;postID=5002172947582547863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27354611/posts/default/5002172947582547863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27354611/posts/default/5002172947582547863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aninvisibleblog.blogspot.com/2010/09/week-of-sadness.html' title='A week of sadness'/><author><name>The Girl Who No Longer Believes In "Forever"</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27354611.post-5958882410029815505</id><published>2010-09-11T16:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T16:00:59.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>S.H.E. MTV-我愛你 (FULL VERSION-13 MINUTES)完整版13分鐘</title><content type='html'>&lt;object style="BACKGROUND-IMAGE: url(http://i1.ytimg.com/vi/Pk4_7dDDGPk/hqdefault.jpg)" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Pk4_7dDDGPk?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Pk4_7dDDGPk?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" width="425" height="344" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27354611-5958882410029815505?l=aninvisibleblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aninvisibleblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5958882410029815505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27354611&amp;postID=5958882410029815505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27354611/posts/default/5958882410029815505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27354611/posts/default/5958882410029815505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aninvisibleblog.blogspot.com/2010/09/she-mtv-full-version-13-minutes13.html' title='S.H.E. MTV-我愛你 (FULL VERSION-13 MINUTES)完整版13分鐘'/><author><name>The Girl Who No Longer Believes In "Forever"</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27354611.post-4158498052982651280</id><published>2010-09-05T17:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T17:13:35.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired</title><content type='html'>I thought everything should have ended and it's happily ever after. I was so wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever I did, I just have to be responsible. I'm very tired of it, sick of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I will hold on to the dreams, just let me complain for a while.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27354611-4158498052982651280?l=aninvisibleblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aninvisibleblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4158498052982651280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27354611&amp;postID=4158498052982651280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27354611/posts/default/4158498052982651280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27354611/posts/default/4158498052982651280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aninvisibleblog.blogspot.com/2010/09/tired.html' title='Tired'/><author><name>The Girl Who No Longer Believes In "Forever"</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27354611.post-5306743337962485165</id><published>2010-08-29T15:04:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T15:58:22.937+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Joy</title><content type='html'>Have been rather busy for the week. This weekend, I finally get to sit down with my bundles of joy to play with them. They have really grown a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjC-WpuVeiY/THoH6-NNjiI/AAAAAAAADrM/j9-9oNIthLo/s1600/2hamster+house.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510725803753442850" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjC-WpuVeiY/THoH6-NNjiI/AAAAAAAADrM/j9-9oNIthLo/s400/2hamster+house.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the things above are from CY kor kor except the container which is from JC kor kor. Xia Xia used to live inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pjC-WpuVeiY/THoKZe20ERI/AAAAAAAADrU/JvptN6S74PA/s1600/xiaxia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510728526937198866" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pjC-WpuVeiY/THoKZe20ERI/AAAAAAAADrU/JvptN6S74PA/s400/xiaxia.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Xia Xia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xia Xia's bungalow house has been downgraded to an attap house maybe because JC kor kor didn't quite dote on Xia Xia, but I love Xia Xia all the same..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Introducing the girls gang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pjC-WpuVeiY/THoOtAyHuMI/AAAAAAAADrc/lLQqDJPDU2Y/s1600/mamagang.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510733260508346562" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pjC-WpuVeiY/THoOtAyHuMI/AAAAAAAADrc/lLQqDJPDU2Y/s400/mamagang.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the men power!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjC-WpuVeiY/THoH0c57f2I/AAAAAAAADrE/cyS4li_s3Sg/s1600/3cutie.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510725691734982498" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjC-WpuVeiY/THoH0c57f2I/AAAAAAAADrE/cyS4li_s3Sg/s400/3cutie.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they just knock me over with their cuteness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favourite hamster is Momo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjC-WpuVeiY/THoHf23BStI/AAAAAAAADq8/00cCxSX5VpY/s1600/momo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510725337924848338" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjC-WpuVeiY/THoHf23BStI/AAAAAAAADq8/00cCxSX5VpY/s400/momo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Momo is the fattest and roundest baby and I love him the most.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27354611-5306743337962485165?l=aninvisibleblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aninvisibleblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5306743337962485165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27354611&amp;postID=5306743337962485165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27354611/posts/default/5306743337962485165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27354611/posts/default/5306743337962485165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aninvisibleblog.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-joy.html' title='My Joy'/><author><name>The Girl Who No Longer Believes In "Forever"</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjC-WpuVeiY/THoH6-NNjiI/AAAAAAAADrM/j9-9oNIthLo/s72-c/2hamster+house.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27354611.post-5181803482532886998</id><published>2010-08-21T14:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T22:47:50.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>冰冻三尺 非一日之寒 - a reply to you</title><content type='html'>I have many beloved friends, Sweetie, Sunshine, LG, Potato, Jie whom I meet quite often. BUT, even my longest friend, Potato, whom I knew for 15 years does not meet me every week. Yes, she always complain to me saying I always didn't ask her out. We usually meet once or twice a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the few time we met, our friendship still stays strong. Last month, I was harassed by this guy called DC. She immediately told her boyfriend about it to find out more about DC for me. After knowing what sort of guy DC is, she advised me to stay away from him. She may not be doing a lot, but the little thing she has done showed she still cares a lot for me. Of course, when she passed her driving test that day, I was the first one to congratulate her and accompany her on her first official driving. This closeness comes from the heart, not from how many times we met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pjC-WpuVeiY/TG98CUAPPYI/AAAAAAAADq0/vQt46HVI2jk/s1600/01082010887.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507757248468696450" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pjC-WpuVeiY/TG98CUAPPYI/AAAAAAAADq0/vQt46HVI2jk/s400/01082010887.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"If you have nothing good to say, shut up" is what I always believe in. Nobody wants to hear the bad stuff and nobody bothers about the negative things in your mind. This, I taught myself. Nobody is responsible for your happiness except yourself. Sometimes we might seek recognition and consolation from people around us, hoping they will dispel the negativity in us. If you are looking for Rose to do that, I'm sorry but Rose is unable to do that. Rose has been through a lot in life. At the lowest point of her life, nobody was there to pick her up, she struggled through them herself. If she can do it, anyone can, too.   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A man should be like a man. Someone with lots of emotional baggage scares people. Some girls might like emotional guys. That's when they felt these emotional guys understands them. Rose, on the other hand, has learnt to depend on herself. Because when she "emo", nobody will be there to understand. She has to overcome it herself. Overcome it yourself. Don't give me all that shit. If time and again, the outcome is the same with different people, you know the consequence is caused by yourself. You can wallow in self-pity asking why you are so lousy or you can try to change what you always do. Listen. Respect. You would not like people to ignore what you say, neither would others like to talk to people who do not listen. Rose has already tried her best to get her message across, yet, time and again, I was forced to do things I do not like to do. If you do not respect me, don't expect me to respect you too. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Rose is a single, unattached girl, but her heart is &lt;strong&gt;no longer available&lt;/strong&gt; to anyone. If anyone could feel her heart, it is cold and scare. What keeps it beating is a hope, a hope that everything will be fine in the end. Suicide was an option, but Rose knew she has to overcome that because there are  many people around who love her. If you are looking for more than friendship, Rose is not game for it. Rose is a game not many people can handle. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That very day when Rose received a very long facebook message, Rose cried on her bed feeling helpless. Rose might be strong, but there is also a soft side of her. Nobody is cold-blooded. This reply may sound harsh, but as we all know, I place a very high value on all my friendships. To type such a entry is like piercing a knife through my heart. It hurts. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27354611-5181803482532886998?l=aninvisibleblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aninvisibleblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5181803482532886998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27354611&amp;postID=5181803482532886998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27354611/posts/default/5181803482532886998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27354611/posts/default/5181803482532886998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aninvisibleblog.blogspot.com/2010/08/reply-to-you.html' title='冰冻三尺 非一日之寒 - a reply to you'/><author><name>The Girl Who No Longer Believes In "Forever"</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pjC-WpuVeiY/TG98CUAPPYI/AAAAAAAADq0/vQt46HVI2jk/s72-c/01082010887.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27354611.post-1027157188902424572</id><published>2010-08-15T14:10:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T01:20:51.859+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Short thank you</title><content type='html'>If you have been wondering why Rose is such a lazy ass to blog recently, it's simply because she is under tremendous stress to blog with the attention on her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a short thank you for:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Master KM" &lt;/strong&gt;for his article on the "Death". He typed me a very long email last week to inspire me knowing that I always "emo". Thanks Master KM, I feel privileged to see your "private parts"(as used in your email), er hmm, your private parts of article. It's quite useless but ok, I appreciate the time, effort. And, of course, the wit you put into the article.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Fried rice"&lt;/strong&gt; was mentioned in one of my conversation with sunshine - a name I haven't heard for ages. That day I was feeling very confused. He bought me chocolate and 开心果 to cheer me up. He talked to me till 4am and even made me drop tears of happiness. (I was in a really bad mood that day.) Rose thanks "Fried rice" for always always being there.&lt;br /&gt;I still drool when I recall the most delicious fried rice I've ever eaten in my life - the ai xin fried rice cooked by "fried rice".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27354611-1027157188902424572?l=aninvisibleblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aninvisibleblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1027157188902424572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27354611&amp;postID=1027157188902424572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27354611/posts/default/1027157188902424572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27354611/posts/default/1027157188902424572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aninvisibleblog.blogspot.com/2010/08/short-thank-you.html' title='Short thank you'/><author><name>The Girl Who No Longer Believes In "Forever"</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27354611.post-4426460786078952172</id><published>2010-08-09T21:14:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T22:19:32.574+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hamsters</title><content type='html'>Introducing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FFat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pjC-WpuVeiY/TGAFr4C0-yI/AAAAAAAADpU/LcoTzK-JWsw/s1600/daddy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503404995983506210" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pjC-WpuVeiY/TGAFr4C0-yI/AAAAAAAADpU/LcoTzK-JWsw/s400/daddy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pjC-WpuVeiY/TGAFse5Ep6I/AAAAAAAADpc/43g43T_-V44/s1600/daddy+house+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503405006411573154" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pjC-WpuVeiY/TGAFse5Ep6I/AAAAAAAADpc/43g43T_-V44/s400/daddy+house+2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MFat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pjC-WpuVeiY/TGAFrsUaHoI/AAAAAAAADpM/0oJjXxbQb_g/s1600/mama.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503404992836017794" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pjC-WpuVeiY/TGAFrsUaHoI/AAAAAAAADpM/0oJjXxbQb_g/s400/mama.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Together, they made...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pjC-WpuVeiY/TGAGl66y8qI/AAAAAAAADpk/Phds2M3N5G0/s1600/papamama.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503405993187537570" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pjC-WpuVeiY/TGAGl66y8qI/AAAAAAAADpk/Phds2M3N5G0/s400/papamama.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 bundles of joy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pjC-WpuVeiY/TGAEjmzi0RI/AAAAAAAADpE/R8bg3GHZrGc/s1600/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503403754405417234" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pjC-WpuVeiY/TGAEjmzi0RI/AAAAAAAADpE/R8bg3GHZrGc/s400/untitled.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;momo, mumu, mimi and maria...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria is the name given by my little cousin, Yu En, to one of the hamsters I gave to her for her birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pjC-WpuVeiY/TGALA8aBYOI/AAAAAAAADps/4OFMLSNQXE8/s1600/yuen.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503410855489921250" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pjC-WpuVeiY/TGALA8aBYOI/AAAAAAAADps/4OFMLSNQXE8/s400/yuen.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 week ago, I was still struggling whether to keep momo, mumu and mimi. Thanks to sweetie, I decided to keep them and I'm very happy now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27354611-4426460786078952172?l=aninvisibleblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aninvisibleblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4426460786078952172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27354611&amp;postID=4426460786078952172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27354611/posts/default/4426460786078952172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27354611/posts/default/4426460786078952172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aninvisibleblog.blogspot.com/2010/08/introducing.html' title='Hamsters'/><author><name>The Girl Who No Longer Believes In "Forever"</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pjC-WpuVeiY/TGAFr4C0-yI/AAAAAAAADpU/LcoTzK-JWsw/s72-c/daddy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27354611.post-2663939658531088434</id><published>2010-08-01T03:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T03:26:56.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy week</title><content type='html'>This week was such a very busy week, i hardly had any time to play with ffat, mfat, momo, mimi and mumu. But i shall upload their photos here soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~我不会离开，这是我对我的承诺。~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27354611-2663939658531088434?l=aninvisibleblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aninvisibleblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2663939658531088434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27354611&amp;postID=2663939658531088434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27354611/posts/default/2663939658531088434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27354611/posts/default/2663939658531088434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aninvisibleblog.blogspot.com/2010/08/busy-week.html' title='Busy week'/><author><name>The Girl Who No Longer Believes In "Forever"</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27354611.post-4693360636755378583</id><published>2010-07-24T14:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T18:48:33.081+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Weirdness</title><content type='html'>Rose was pleasantly surprised when she received regards from people whom she wouldn't imagine would read her blog. The number of readers I have is something I would not have expected ever since my blog counter show "0" readership everyday (I've removed the counter since, to console myself. Haha!) Thanks to all my readers for dropping by. It's you who keeps the blogger and blog going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GFOM once said, "You are weird." Today, I want to clarify all the questions I could not answer properly when asked.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Why can't people ask what you're doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ans: 'Cuz when loneliness engulfed and tears flowed, I looked beside me and saw that I'm still alone, I know nobody is responsible for my own happiness. And I am not accountable to anybody. If we're close enough, you most probably would know what I am usually doing at any point of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What is wrong with wanting to walk you home / send you somewhere?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ans: 'Cuz I know eventually, I will be on my own. I do not want to rely on anybody. Having someone there for me is addictive. I do not want to be addicted again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Why did you take donkey years to reply my sms?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ans: 'Cuz Rose is a busy girl. And Rose hates to look at her phone and sees that nobody sms/call her. She will be very disappointed. To save herself from all the hurt, she usually leave her phone somewhere where she won't check it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Why didn't you pick up your call? What if I'm halfway to my grave and I need you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ans: Where are you when I was very sad and needed you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Why won't you talk to me more often?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ans: Why do u turn so cold when I talk to you and only come back to me when I'm no longer into you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Why won't you care more for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ans: Haven't I care enough? Sorry, Maybe I've neglected you, but I will try my best. (Thankfully, nobody asked me that before. Shows I'm a caring friend!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Do you love me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ans: Rose has lost the ability to define what is love, so she most probably can't tell whether she love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Will you have sex with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ans: Rose will give you a kick in your balls to let you have a taste of orgasm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. When are you free for dinner?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ans: I would never be free because my dates are filled almost everyday. I wouldn't know whether I will be free unless I know when I'm meeting you. Wouldn't "Let's have dinner next Friday." be better?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Can I meet you every week?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ans: I believe a balanced relationship is a combination of spending quality time and allowing the other party to have the freedom of time to do their own things too. I once had a great friend who meet me every week. It was overwhelming for me. Eventually, some unhappy event happened and we split. Maybe she doesn't know, but that scar remains in my heart. I hope history does not repeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have to admit I'm weird sometimes, but I'm thankful to all my friends who readily accepted all my weirdnesses.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See something different&lt;br /&gt;From where I stand&lt;br /&gt;Grown taller&lt;br /&gt;Able to understand&lt;br /&gt;Feel things that touches the heart&lt;br /&gt;The meaning behind every word&lt;br /&gt;Spoken or unspoken&lt;br /&gt;The joy of love&lt;br /&gt;The sadness of loss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Theresa Lim&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27354611-4693360636755378583?l=aninvisibleblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aninvisibleblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4693360636755378583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27354611&amp;postID=4693360636755378583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27354611/posts/default/4693360636755378583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27354611/posts/default/4693360636755378583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aninvisibleblog.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-weirdness.html' title='My Weirdness'/><author><name>The Girl Who No Longer Believes In "Forever"</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27354611.post-2689068391578738795</id><published>2010-07-17T22:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T23:13:16.701+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rose is sick again.</title><content type='html'>Just a week, Rose is sick again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past month, many people say Rose looks pale and tired. Rose says "I'm fine". Yet, Rose kept falling sick which she doesn't understand why. Maybe the emotion is affecting the body too. Been thinking of eating a lot so Rose will grow fatter. When Rose grow fatter, she will have bigger boobs. Unfortunately, Rose dropped another 4kg this month. Not very good, but Rose will take good care of herself. Rose felt all the concern and love of all her family and friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After last week's entry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A big thanks to Isidore for the sms asking me to the beach for a chat. To know someone cares makes the heart warm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A big thanks to sweetie for all the support. That day, whatever nonsense I said, you just agree with me. Knowing someone who would entertain all my nonsense feels like there's someone close to my heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe Rose hasn't been nice. Yet, everyone is so nice to her. There's really nothing much Rose can ask for. Rose, you should be happy with what you have.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27354611-2689068391578738795?l=aninvisibleblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aninvisibleblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2689068391578738795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27354611&amp;postID=2689068391578738795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27354611/posts/default/2689068391578738795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27354611/posts/default/2689068391578738795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aninvisibleblog.blogspot.com/2010/07/rose-is-sick-again.html' title='Rose is sick again.'/><author><name>The Girl Who No Longer Believes In "Forever"</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27354611.post-6261348654953647333</id><published>2010-07-10T16:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T17:16:55.511+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What more can I ask for?</title><content type='html'>Rose has been busy for the week but when asked, what is she busy with, she couldn't answer that question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Empty, lost, confuse and struggling are some of the words to describe the past 2 weeks. I wish I have PMS then I can tell myself I'm just too emotional. Fight or flight, that's what I'm struggling with. I just hate myself for all the lies. Maybe I didn't lie, but to suppress all the emotions and facts of my life, from my love ones, was in itself, a torture. How it feels like to betray everyone. Rose wants to escape, escape from all these, soon.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a bright note, my potato passed her TP test. It was 3 attempts and she's giving up. We should be going on a ride soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a brighter note, I've got 2 hamsters from a forum guy this week. In this same week, the mother hamster gave birth to 4 little babies. Photos will be up in 1 month when the cute babies open their eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a brightest note, I am back on good term with my LG, which is really a big blessing. I really treasure the friendship shared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is everyone so nice to me? How I wish I am as simple as I used to be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27354611-6261348654953647333?l=aninvisibleblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aninvisibleblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6261348654953647333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27354611&amp;postID=6261348654953647333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27354611/posts/default/6261348654953647333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27354611/posts/default/6261348654953647333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aninvisibleblog.blogspot.com/2010/07/what-more-can-i-ask-for.html' title='What more can I ask for?'/><author><name>The Girl Who No Longer Believes In "Forever"</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27354611.post-530824579368482249</id><published>2010-07-04T02:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T02:35:48.747+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time not enough</title><content type='html'>So little time, so much to do, Rose is busy. Just give Rose a little more time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27354611-530824579368482249?l=aninvisibleblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aninvisibleblog.blogspot.com/feeds/530824579368482249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27354611&amp;postID=530824579368482249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27354611/posts/default/530824579368482249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27354611/posts/default/530824579368482249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aninvisibleblog.blogspot.com/2010/07/time-not-enough.html' title='Time not enough'/><author><name>The Girl Who No Longer Believes In "Forever"</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27354611.post-5357781975398099211</id><published>2010-06-26T00:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T00:00:45.665+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Queen and Her 'Lushurious' Life</title><content type='html'>Gotten an email last week from a good friend of mine. Here it is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjC-WpuVeiY/TCRk8GkqBjI/AAAAAAAADoo/4FvcA9_5oh0/s1600/ATT000815.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 294px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486621229763397170" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjC-WpuVeiY/TCRk8GkqBjI/AAAAAAAADoo/4FvcA9_5oh0/s400/ATT000815.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pjC-WpuVeiY/TCRk619WVdI/AAAAAAAADoQ/NYeLxaGmr54/s1600/ATT000722.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 385px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486621208123692498" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pjC-WpuVeiY/TCRk619WVdI/AAAAAAAADoQ/NYeLxaGmr54/s400/ATT000722.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pjC-WpuVeiY/TCRk6R30I3I/AAAAAAAADoI/Ok8CoI18h6s/s1600/ATT000691.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 286px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486621198436803442" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pjC-WpuVeiY/TCRk6R30I3I/AAAAAAAADoI/Ok8CoI18h6s/s400/ATT000691.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pjC-WpuVeiY/TCRk7UtA0gI/AAAAAAAADoY/KF6z73rarvA/s1600/ATT000753.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 371px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486621216376672770" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pjC-WpuVeiY/TCRk7UtA0gI/AAAAAAAADoY/KF6z73rarvA/s400/ATT000753.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To save the best for the last...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pjC-WpuVeiY/TCRk7836aVI/AAAAAAAADog/4Vf-GCrT1sQ/s1600/ATT000784.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486621227159808338" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pjC-WpuVeiY/TCRk7836aVI/AAAAAAAADog/4Vf-GCrT1sQ/s400/ATT000784.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Purely for my entertainment. And yours too, of course! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27354611-5357781975398099211?l=aninvisibleblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aninvisibleblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5357781975398099211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27354611&amp;postID=5357781975398099211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27354611/posts/default/5357781975398099211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27354611/posts/default/5357781975398099211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aninvisibleblog.blogspot.com/2010/06/queen-and-her-lushurious-life.html' title='The Queen and Her &apos;Lushurious&apos; Life'/><author><name>The Girl Who No Longer Believes In "Forever"</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjC-WpuVeiY/TCRk8GkqBjI/AAAAAAAADoo/4FvcA9_5oh0/s72-c/ATT000815.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27354611.post-6388986020583851856</id><published>2010-06-19T14:13:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T14:37:26.989+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rose and Mummy</title><content type='html'>Rose finally broke out the news about her tattoo to her mummy yesterday. Mummy was unusually calm but still nagging. However, the good thing is she didn't scold me at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pjC-WpuVeiY/TBxiN3SNVTI/AAAAAAAADoA/yLc5-HD14lo/s1600/938.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pjC-WpuVeiY/TBxiN3SNVTI/AAAAAAAADoA/yLc5-HD14lo/s400/938.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484366436548564274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose mummy has finally figure out that scolding does not work on Rose. All she did was, nag abit and warn me about letting dad know. That makes Rose love mummy even more. So much so that Rose feels everything she did for the family is worth it at the end of the day. She just said "You will regret."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told her I won't regret. Rose is not going to regret for the things she has done because if she knew it's a thing she will regret, she would not even have done it in the first place. And of course, one has to be responsible for his own action. Regretting is for losers. Mummy understands and accepted Rose for her belief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rose is really contented to have an understanding and loving mummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pjC-WpuVeiY/TBxhCDKxraI/AAAAAAAADnw/2TS-Fd_EqD4/s1600/P6180247.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pjC-WpuVeiY/TBxhCDKxraI/AAAAAAAADnw/2TS-Fd_EqD4/s400/P6180247.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484365134068559266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, Rose would never trade away her loving mummy for anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjC-WpuVeiY/TBxhCbklSwI/AAAAAAAADn4/IXHp_LQipJQ/s1600/P6180245.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjC-WpuVeiY/TBxhCbklSwI/AAAAAAAADn4/IXHp_LQipJQ/s400/P6180245.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484365140619250434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love ya, mummy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27354611-6388986020583851856?l=aninvisibleblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aninvisibleblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6388986020583851856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27354611&amp;postID=6388986020583851856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27354611/posts/default/6388986020583851856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27354611/posts/default/6388986020583851856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aninvisibleblog.blogspot.com/2010/06/rose-and-mummy.html' title='Rose and Mummy'/><author><name>The Girl Who No Longer Believes In "Forever"</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pjC-WpuVeiY/TBxiN3SNVTI/AAAAAAAADoA/yLc5-HD14lo/s72-c/938.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27354611.post-8008875065099368945</id><published>2010-06-12T01:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T01:46:00.259+08:00</updated><title type='text'>怎么忘记了？</title><content type='html'>两个人越亲，依赖性也就越强，把他人的事都当成是自己的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;生活的步伐越快，我们也就更需要一个避风港。可能需要把自己一天的疲劳全发泄出来。可能要有人能了解自己的辛苦。可能。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;刚开始时，听着牢骚，听者不厌其烦，一直想着如何为亲爱的人做点事。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;该做的都做了，仍听到那些牢骚。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;听多了，&lt;span class="tc_sub"&gt;捆住了，问自己，为什么，所做的，都没用。不想听，不想说，束手无策了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;只是不知道原来能给的安慰，其实就是一双能耐心聆听的耳朵，&lt;/span&gt;一个能倾诉的对象，让亲爱的人不觉得孤单。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;裕晶，你怎么忘记了？&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27354611-8008875065099368945?l=aninvisibleblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aninvisibleblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8008875065099368945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27354611&amp;postID=8008875065099368945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27354611/posts/default/8008875065099368945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27354611/posts/default/8008875065099368945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aninvisibleblog.blogspot.com/2010/06/blog-post_12.html' title='怎么忘记了？'/><author><name>The Girl Who No Longer Believes In "Forever"</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27354611.post-4208791690378606988</id><published>2010-06-06T01:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T01:19:23.531+08:00</updated><title type='text'>心</title><content type='html'>心， 去了哪里？&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27354611-4208791690378606988?l=aninvisibleblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aninvisibleblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4208791690378606988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27354611&amp;postID=4208791690378606988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27354611/posts/default/4208791690378606988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27354611/posts/default/4208791690378606988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aninvisibleblog.blogspot.com/2010/06/blog-post.html' title='心'/><author><name>The Girl Who No Longer Believes In "Forever"</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27354611.post-2970193310995789445</id><published>2010-05-29T22:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T22:34:39.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing is permanent</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Nothing in the world is permanent, and we're foolish when we ask anything to last, but surely we're still more foolish not to take delight in it while we have it. If change is of the essence of existence one would have thought it only sensible to make it the premise of our philosophy. -&lt;/em&gt;Cloudy Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw this quote from someone's status message in my facebook few days back and finds it really meaningful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wish while anything last, I would treasure it while it last. I am a happy girl now, with all my friends and family by my side all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just had too many quarrel with people this months. I foresee I wouldn't talk to these people for many months to come or perhaps never again. To say I'm sad is an understatement. Every relationships is so fragile. I don't solely mean the boy girl thingy, but family ties and friendship bonds too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank the rest of my family and friends for being by my side this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A big thanks to sunshine for accompanying me to see that ang mo hunk  from Singaporelovelinks.com which I've wanted to verify with you. It is this kind of crazy thing that we do that I know we are so close at heart without fear of how you might look at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another big thanks to pistachio for coming all the way to cityhall to have dinner with me. All the stupid jokes you crack with me lifted all my unpleasant feelings for the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bigger thanks to all my other friends who chatted with me and brighten up my day in this bad week. Everything done for me has been remembered in my heart.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27354611-2970193310995789445?l=aninvisibleblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aninvisibleblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2970193310995789445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27354611&amp;postID=2970193310995789445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27354611/posts/default/2970193310995789445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27354611/posts/default/2970193310995789445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aninvisibleblog.blogspot.com/2010/05/nothing-is-permanent.html' title='Nothing is permanent'/><author><name>The Girl Who No Longer Believes In "Forever"</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27354611.post-6731979635236415613</id><published>2010-05-21T22:24:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T05:25:03.427+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Hong Kong Trip</title><content type='html'>My Hong Kong trip was 4 days... and I miss Singapore! I miss my meow meow, I miss my family and friends in Singapore. I kept crying to myself, I WANT TO GO HOME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nonetheless, I enjoyed myself in Hong Kong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I picked out all the photos from my HK Trip collection for my blog reader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Big thanks to sweetie pie for your camera. I've taken some photos with my sis babe's camera and I haven't got them even till today. Thankfully, I have your camera which I could use to take and upload photos with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First up, the sea lion show! The sea lion was really huge!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pjC-WpuVeiY/S_g06dissVI/AAAAAAAADnY/7EZP2vD9d5E/s1600/DSC03415.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474183526036058450" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pjC-WpuVeiY/S_g06dissVI/AAAAAAAADnY/7EZP2vD9d5E/s400/DSC03415.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rose and sis babe at the sea lion show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjC-WpuVeiY/S_bOAie6giI/AAAAAAAADmo/JO6bnGCD4tQ/s1600/DSC03413.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473788905767207458" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjC-WpuVeiY/S_bOAie6giI/AAAAAAAADmo/JO6bnGCD4tQ/s400/DSC03413.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ICE CREAM! Slurp!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjC-WpuVeiY/S_bOASC_OBI/AAAAAAAADmg/uUzEwkGoXYk/s1600/DSC03399.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473788901355108370" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjC-WpuVeiY/S_bOASC_OBI/AAAAAAAADmg/uUzEwkGoXYk/s400/DSC03399.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ocean parks has lots of cute animal statues for visitors to take photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took 2 with Deer Bookworm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pjC-WpuVeiY/S_bN-zgjRYI/AAAAAAAADmI/q4PlRLzzqHQ/s1600/DSC03396.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473788875977737602" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pjC-WpuVeiY/S_bN-zgjRYI/AAAAAAAADmI/q4PlRLzzqHQ/s400/DSC03396.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pjC-WpuVeiY/S_bLlQ40SMI/AAAAAAAADmA/_SsUWSbCbBE/s1600/DSC03395.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473786238164289730" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pjC-WpuVeiY/S_bLlQ40SMI/AAAAAAAADmA/_SsUWSbCbBE/s400/DSC03395.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And 2 with Mr &amp;amp; Mrs Zebra...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pjC-WpuVeiY/S_bLkzJSGnI/AAAAAAAADl4/BlfA8WjxmKQ/s1600/DSC03394.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473786230180289138" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pjC-WpuVeiY/S_bLkzJSGnI/AAAAAAAADl4/BlfA8WjxmKQ/s400/DSC03394.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pjC-WpuVeiY/S_bLkqcpTgI/AAAAAAAADlw/h1ONqzLVP80/s1600/DSC03393.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473786227845582338" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pjC-WpuVeiY/S_bLkqcpTgI/AAAAAAAADlw/h1ONqzLVP80/s400/DSC03393.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and 1 with Panda...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pjC-WpuVeiY/S_bLkBsvcXI/AAAAAAAADlo/3CbH6gw9FY4/s1600/DSC03369.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473786216907239794" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pjC-WpuVeiY/S_bLkBsvcXI/AAAAAAAADlo/3CbH6gw9FY4/s400/DSC03369.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a long and tiring day but Rose enjoyed the trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rose signed her BIG NAME on the white board in Ocean Park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjC-WpuVeiY/S_bLjnN6sDI/AAAAAAAADlg/dYAxKoGfkms/s1600/DSC03367.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473786209798631474" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjC-WpuVeiY/S_bLjnN6sDI/AAAAAAAADlg/dYAxKoGfkms/s400/DSC03367.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, Rose suggested a GO-HOME picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's sis babe's GO-HOME picture:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was smiling behind her passport. Happy to go home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pjC-WpuVeiY/S_gwNpWSANI/AAAAAAAADnA/9aNS3ClIfiQ/s1600/DSC03471.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474178358064578770" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pjC-WpuVeiY/S_gwNpWSANI/AAAAAAAADnA/9aNS3ClIfiQ/s400/DSC03471.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's Rose GO-HOME picture :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pjC-WpuVeiY/S_gwN82i7NI/AAAAAAAADnI/CqQjTd-53hM/s1600/DSC03472.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474178363300179154" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pjC-WpuVeiY/S_gwN82i7NI/AAAAAAAADnI/CqQjTd-53hM/s400/DSC03472.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rose was extremely happy to go home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pjC-WpuVeiY/S_gwOQg33EI/AAAAAAAADnQ/cbY1eTFinaI/s1600/DSC03473.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474178368577985602" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pjC-WpuVeiY/S_gwOQg33EI/AAAAAAAADnQ/cbY1eTFinaI/s400/DSC03473.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon reaching home, Rose was even happier to see her meow meow having lots of food scattered in her cage. Daddy Loh gave meow meow hamster food, yoghurt drops, raisins, fruits and even bread! Her cage was literally filled with food and has grown fatter. Rose was so worried about her meow meow not having enough food. Rose bought Daddy Loh a big Panda pillow for his great babysitting effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, this trip was fun! (Excluding all the quarrel because of Gee Ann)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, it would be abnormal if I didn't look at what I like to look at...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjC-WpuVeiY/S_gwNCDObWI/AAAAAAAADm4/yLnGpsWA1mo/s1600/DSC03469.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474178347515669858" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjC-WpuVeiY/S_gwNCDObWI/AAAAAAAADm4/yLnGpsWA1mo/s400/DSC03469.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked around and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pjC-WpuVeiY/S_gwMvSusNI/AAAAAAAADmw/tbldUqF3W2w/s1600/DSC03466.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474178342480425170" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pjC-WpuVeiY/S_gwMvSusNI/AAAAAAAADmw/tbldUqF3W2w/s400/DSC03466.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thinks that....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singapore's men would be glad to hear that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Generally, Singapore's men are &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;better&lt;/span&gt;-looking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT! Lincoln Cheng is still very handsome in my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pjC-WpuVeiY/S_g8SeNfpfI/AAAAAAAADng/f9FFGvlLrDg/s1600/LC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 291px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474191635113813490" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pjC-WpuVeiY/S_g8SeNfpfI/AAAAAAAADng/f9FFGvlLrDg/s400/LC.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Lincoln Cheng was the eye candy of Rose Loh in Rockwell Automation SEA. He is from Hong Kong. To read my previous post on him, clic&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;k &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)" href="http://aninvisibleblog.blogspot.com/2008/02/before-i-begin-todays-entry-i-hereby.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);font-size:78%;" &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27354611-6731979635236415613?l=aninvisibleblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aninvisibleblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6731979635236415613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27354611&amp;postID=6731979635236415613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27354611/posts/default/6731979635236415613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27354611/posts/default/6731979635236415613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aninvisibleblog.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-hong-kong-trip.html' title='My Hong Kong Trip'/><author><name>The Girl Who No Longer Believes In "Forever"</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pjC-WpuVeiY/S_g06dissVI/AAAAAAAADnY/7EZP2vD9d5E/s72-c/DSC03415.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27354611.post-1923968890060996322</id><published>2010-05-15T00:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T04:26:35.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Preparation for work &amp; my HK trip</title><content type='html'>When this post is published, I should be getting ready to go Hong Kong already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This week was a good week despite many unhappy events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started work at the new workplace was a challenge everyday- a challenge to stay awake. Thankfully, I am really very thankful to Sunshine, LG, RR, KopiBoy, 3.8, Isidore, Sis babe, Jie Lee Yan and my mummy who entertain me by smsing me. Especially LG who wrote me long emails to advise me to go up to 80th floor so I may bump into the rich Arab prince who may have a oil company at suntec, Sunshine who consoled me that maybe hunks will join later when I complain that it's a female dominated office, Kopi boy who told me he's going out to orchard to look at girls and ask me to 节哀 when I say I'm sad because there's only women in the office. All of you brought me nothing but lots of laughter on a boring working day. Thanks so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new environment is always scary. Fortunately, I have a good boss this time, a friendly and kind boss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This first week of work was ok.  I'm glad I was well-prepared. My sweetie pie bought me a water bottle. That is one thing I always use, but spoils quite often. Hence, the new bottle came just in time for a new work place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pjC-WpuVeiY/S-xAv-dJ9BI/AAAAAAAADjg/oJyFW3gbbw4/s1600/10052010642.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px; height: 300px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470818840311624722" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pjC-WpuVeiY/S-xAv-dJ9BI/AAAAAAAADjg/oJyFW3gbbw4/s400/10052010642.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;In my previous company, there used to be alot of cups. In this new company everyone has their own cup, except me. To my surprise, sweetie pie got me a cup as well even though I didn't say anything about needing a cup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pjC-WpuVeiY/S-xAxWoSRLI/AAAAAAAADj4/A6dTx-drblo/s1600/11052010653.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px; height: 300px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470818863980627122" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pjC-WpuVeiY/S-xAxWoSRLI/AAAAAAAADj4/A6dTx-drblo/s400/11052010653.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On some days of work, I have nice yummy breakfast to kick off my days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chicken Pie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pjC-WpuVeiY/S-xEcFXETGI/AAAAAAAADlQ/G2PmHvoCEFk/s1600/14052010675.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pjC-WpuVeiY/S-xAw1IymbI/AAAAAAAADjw/WHTI3t6rBz4/s1600/11052010651.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px; height: 300px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470818854990158258" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pjC-WpuVeiY/S-xAw1IymbI/AAAAAAAADjw/WHTI3t6rBz4/s400/11052010651.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brownie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pjC-WpuVeiY/S-xAwZq3-8I/AAAAAAAADjo/iz3yMghdasY/s1600/11052010647.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px; height: 300px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470818847616924610" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pjC-WpuVeiY/S-xAwZq3-8I/AAAAAAAADjo/iz3yMghdasY/s400/11052010647.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muffins!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pjC-WpuVeiY/S-xAx0uV-TI/AAAAAAAADkA/P8y5365mw6g/s1600/14052010664.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px; height: 300px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470818872059099442" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pjC-WpuVeiY/S-xAx0uV-TI/AAAAAAAADkA/P8y5365mw6g/s400/14052010664.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These yummy breakfast were all from sweetie pie. The pie and brownie were from IMM. The muffins were from "The Icing Room" All of them taste quite good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweetie Pie also prepared moisturiser and lip balm for me to bring to Hong Kong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pjC-WpuVeiY/S-xEbcb7jgI/AAAAAAAADlI/MbdxemDdL2g/s1600/14052010674.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 300px; height: 400px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470822885628808706" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pjC-WpuVeiY/S-xEbcb7jgI/AAAAAAAADlI/MbdxemDdL2g/s400/14052010674.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moisturiser is one of the best things I love to receive..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjC-WpuVeiY/S-xEa4lHEoI/AAAAAAAADlA/ZBACIKhDj4E/s1600/14052010673.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px; height: 300px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470822876003635842" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjC-WpuVeiY/S-xEa4lHEoI/AAAAAAAADlA/ZBACIKhDj4E/s400/14052010673.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pjC-WpuVeiY/S-xEaef0GWI/AAAAAAAADk4/NWU6vP1FeXI/s1600/14052010672.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px; height: 300px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470822869002099042" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pjC-WpuVeiY/S-xEaef0GWI/AAAAAAAADk4/NWU6vP1FeXI/s400/14052010672.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pjC-WpuVeiY/S-xEZ1hQj4I/AAAAAAAADkw/p8yAjIK9nTQ/s1600/14052010671.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px; height: 300px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470822858002304898" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pjC-WpuVeiY/S-xEZ1hQj4I/AAAAAAAADkw/p8yAjIK9nTQ/s400/14052010671.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a first aid kit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pjC-WpuVeiY/S-xEcFXETGI/AAAAAAAADlQ/G2PmHvoCEFk/s1600/14052010675.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px; height: 300px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470822896614263906" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pjC-WpuVeiY/S-xEcFXETGI/AAAAAAAADlQ/G2PmHvoCEFk/s400/14052010675.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, the sweetest gift from sweetie pie. A sweater to keep me warm warm through my days in Hong Kong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjC-WpuVeiY/S-2mcczs2qI/AAAAAAAADlY/6-PekYMvxws/s1600/14052010669.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjC-WpuVeiY/S-2mcczs2qI/AAAAAAAADlY/6-PekYMvxws/s400/14052010669.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471212130024610466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Rose is all ready to explore Hong Kong! Thanks Sweetie Pie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27354611-1923968890060996322?l=aninvisibleblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aninvisibleblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1923968890060996322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27354611&amp;postID=1923968890060996322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27354611/posts/default/1923968890060996322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27354611/posts/default/1923968890060996322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aninvisibleblog.blogspot.com/2010/05/preparation-for-work-my-hk-trip.html' title='Preparation for work &amp; my HK trip'/><author><name>The Girl Who No Longer Believes In "Forever"</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pjC-WpuVeiY/S-xAv-dJ9BI/AAAAAAAADjg/oJyFW3gbbw4/s72-c/10052010642.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27354611.post-590074274017988558</id><published>2010-05-08T17:23:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T03:41:14.787+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunbeam</title><content type='html'>1 year 9 months. Not a long time, not a short time either. For most part of the time in Sunbeam, I hated to be in it. Yet, as everything came to an end, I looked back and realised, this is a place I learnt the most and would definitely miss it, alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pjC-WpuVeiY/S-U0T5SIy1I/AAAAAAAADiA/P9x-6gQgvik/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468834838910389074" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pjC-WpuVeiY/S-U0T5SIy1I/AAAAAAAADiA/P9x-6gQgvik/s400/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a place where there's lots of fun and laughter...(When Boss is not around.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you spot where am I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pjC-WpuVeiY/S-U0jP3IplI/AAAAAAAADiw/VfqlnFyNPbI/s1600/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468835102669186642" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pjC-WpuVeiY/S-U0jP3IplI/AAAAAAAADiw/VfqlnFyNPbI/s400/7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm behind the door, just behind the 2 colleagues of mine. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet you can't find me in here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pjC-WpuVeiY/S-U0inuWgMI/AAAAAAAADio/ZsbcuXIsh2I/s1600/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468835091894927554" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pjC-WpuVeiY/S-U0inuWgMI/AAAAAAAADio/ZsbcuXIsh2I/s400/6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm the one holding the cat cushion, behind the door too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pjC-WpuVeiY/S-U0VdQ6iOI/AAAAAAAADig/USalI_bygRk/s1600/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468834865748805858" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pjC-WpuVeiY/S-U0VdQ6iOI/AAAAAAAADig/USalI_bygRk/s400/5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still behind the door. I didn't like the sunlight so I stayed inside the office while the rest took photos outside. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's 5 of us on a Sunday. We joked, we laughed, we gossiped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm known as "Adeline" in the office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Left: Baolin, Emily, Rose, Adeline, Jennifer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pjC-WpuVeiY/S-U0UpgcOII/AAAAAAAADiQ/Vob94Ch7saU/s1600/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468834851855284354" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pjC-WpuVeiY/S-U0UpgcOII/AAAAAAAADiQ/Vob94Ch7saU/s400/3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a typical Sunday, our yellow joke goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emily: Rose, you made a mistake. I will kill you.&lt;br /&gt;Rose: How do you want to kill me?&lt;br /&gt;Emily: Kill you with a knife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jennifer: Use a gun. It's faster.&lt;br /&gt;Emily: Ok, pass me a gun.&lt;br /&gt;Jennifer: Get a human gun.&lt;br /&gt;Rose: From who?&lt;br /&gt;Jennifer: Ah Kiang. (Ah Kiang is one of our male fish packers.)&lt;br /&gt;Rose: We have a single lady here. Don't mislead her. (Most of the office ladies in the office are married. I was the only single lady around at that moment.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Adeline smiled, blushing.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jennifer : Maybe she's an expert already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Everyone burst out laughing*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There we are, having lots of laughter together while working...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjC-WpuVeiY/S-U0UFP5eVI/AAAAAAAADiI/VOH6MxBCYFc/s1600/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468834842122221906" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjC-WpuVeiY/S-U0UFP5eVI/AAAAAAAADiI/VOH6MxBCYFc/s400/2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the place we had our fun and laughter...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pjC-WpuVeiY/S-UzPiRKHkI/AAAAAAAADhw/76Eoo0Uhiic/s1600/Image080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468833664501161538" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pjC-WpuVeiY/S-UzPiRKHkI/AAAAAAAADhw/76Eoo0Uhiic/s400/Image080.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I posted these photos long ago...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pjC-WpuVeiY/S-UzPCbTM_I/AAAAAAAADho/XtD_PKC8rkk/s1600/Image077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468833655953765362" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pjC-WpuVeiY/S-UzPCbTM_I/AAAAAAAADho/XtD_PKC8rkk/s400/Image077.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this tin of biscuit as baits to catch mice. MOUSEHUNT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pjC-WpuVeiY/S-UzQKp4khI/AAAAAAAADh4/FRZkyc8Qkcg/s1600/Image088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468833675342287378" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pjC-WpuVeiY/S-UzQKp4khI/AAAAAAAADh4/FRZkyc8Qkcg/s400/Image088.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the toilet which I "eat snake" in..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pjC-WpuVeiY/S-UzOtgWM0I/AAAAAAAADhg/WEvoCIVqitI/s1600/Image075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468833650337788738" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pjC-WpuVeiY/S-UzOtgWM0I/AAAAAAAADhg/WEvoCIVqitI/s400/Image075.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss all the fish in the farm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjC-WpuVeiY/S-UzOeys-kI/AAAAAAAADhY/p-mY8n7kL8c/s1600/Image074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468833646388247106" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjC-WpuVeiY/S-UzOeys-kI/AAAAAAAADhY/p-mY8n7kL8c/s400/Image074.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Most importantly, I miss everyone...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjC-WpuVeiY/S-U0VHpVN7I/AAAAAAAADiY/D3_s_VALcPw/s1600/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468834859945637810" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjC-WpuVeiY/S-U0VHpVN7I/AAAAAAAADiY/D3_s_VALcPw/s400/4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my last day of work, of the 6 ladies above, only these were left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pjC-WpuVeiY/S-UudpY49DI/AAAAAAAADhQ/8NVrhi32TN0/s1600/07052010639.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468828409372668978" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pjC-WpuVeiY/S-UudpY49DI/AAAAAAAADhQ/8NVrhi32TN0/s400/07052010639.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, 3 left - Baolin, Adeline, Jennifer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jennifer and Me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pjC-WpuVeiY/S-UucW8vRBI/AAAAAAAADhA/nrcCUjMgPRY/s1600/07052010637.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468828387242886162" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pjC-WpuVeiY/S-UucW8vRBI/AAAAAAAADhA/nrcCUjMgPRY/s400/07052010637.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jennifer is the cousin of my boss. Although she is related to the boss, she does not put on any air. On the day I left, her last words were, "Remember to call me out for dinner!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pjC-WpuVeiY/S-Uuc-6rNgI/AAAAAAAADhI/6oywxMCd09c/s1600/07052010638.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468828397971650050" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pjC-WpuVeiY/S-Uuc-6rNgI/AAAAAAAADhI/6oywxMCd09c/s400/07052010638.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I will", I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those simple words were enough to make me realise how much I'm being missed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah Leong, one of the driver even told me dejectedly that day, " I won't have anyone to call me anymore after you left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I paused for a moment at his words. I didn't know how to console him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You still have your 'cute cute'," was what I said. He smiled &amp;amp; left without saying a word. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cute cute" is....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my shifu, Baolin!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pjC-WpuVeiY/S-UubAVmB4I/AAAAAAAADgw/c3uGgcZrzmo/s1600/07052010635.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468828363993253762" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pjC-WpuVeiY/S-UubAVmB4I/AAAAAAAADgw/c3uGgcZrzmo/s400/07052010635.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is indeed a cute girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we took this picture, she asked me "Why did you touch my tummy?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I burst out laughing. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we tried another shot...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjC-WpuVeiY/S-UubsyD6FI/AAAAAAAADg4/IXF8M8neI6U/s1600/07052010636.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468828375923812434" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjC-WpuVeiY/S-UubsyD6FI/AAAAAAAADg4/IXF8M8neI6U/s400/07052010636.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it was perfect!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All things will eventually come to an end. I am a little upset, felt a little lost, but I know that this story of mine at Sunbeam will remain a beautiful chapter in the history of my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27354611-590074274017988558?l=aninvisibleblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aninvisibleblog.blogspot.com/feeds/590074274017988558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27354611&amp;postID=590074274017988558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27354611/posts/default/590074274017988558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27354611/posts/default/590074274017988558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aninvisibleblog.blogspot.com/2010/05/sunbeam.html' title='Sunbeam'/><author><name>The Girl Who No Longer Believes In "Forever"</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pjC-WpuVeiY/S-U0T5SIy1I/AAAAAAAADiA/P9x-6gQgvik/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27354611.post-2548140717843311574</id><published>2010-04-30T23:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T01:08:32.005+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Liar</title><content type='html'>Someone told me " You are a liar!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like "When did I lie to you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After some probing, it was this sentence which I said 1 month ago that stays so rigidly in his mind,&lt;br /&gt;"Will call u when my 'there' is itchy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry I didn't know how important sex is to a man. I am sorry I didn't know he was waiting all along for me to call him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm all the more sorry for him that he didn't know, love is as important to a woman as sex is for men. I don't love him. Hence, even if I'm itchy "there", he would not be the first on my mind to call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His "No string attach, you want?" stays in my mind as rigidly as "Will call you when my 'there' is itchy" stays in his.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No no. He's not a bad guy. He is a nice guy. I just cannot trust my body with just any guy anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another friend told me, "Girls know what men want. Just that they refuse to give." This exactly hit the spot. After we girls give what men want, men ran away. And girls will be left alone to settle any consequences. How would girls dare to give what men want till they are sure the men are here to stay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe there are still nice men around. Just that some rotten men make me distrust men. But I am still hopeful, hoping to give my body wholeheartedly to the man I truly love, and whom absolutely belongs to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27354611-2548140717843311574?l=aninvisibleblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aninvisibleblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2548140717843311574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27354611&amp;postID=2548140717843311574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27354611/posts/default/2548140717843311574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27354611/posts/default/2548140717843311574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aninvisibleblog.blogspot.com/2010/04/liar.html' title='Liar'/><author><name>The Girl Who No Longer Believes In "Forever"</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27354611.post-6021765987385214911</id><published>2010-04-25T02:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T03:12:41.201+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My 1st purchase of condoms!</title><content type='html'>This week marks the end of my work and the start of my paid leaves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was supposed to be a tai-tai week for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was quite good but nonetheless, busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally get to meet up with my beloved sunshine for lunch. Thanks, sunshine for helping me to keep a lookout for job openings. Although I can't take up the offer, I appreciate your effort, alot! In fact, you're the only one so eager helping me to look for job! You deserve a BIG BIG kiss from me. MUACK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met my lovely LG for steamboat. The steamboat was fantastic. Although LG kept saying I'm a waste of money, she took lots of corn for me. I had a great time gnawing on my corn and enjoying the company of LG and friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjC-WpuVeiY/S9M4XwbsmkI/AAAAAAAADgo/qbzC-yI09qk/s1600/20042010587.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463772753719761474" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjC-WpuVeiY/S9M4XwbsmkI/AAAAAAAADgo/qbzC-yI09qk/s400/20042010587.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pjC-WpuVeiY/S9M4XQNMO4I/AAAAAAAADgg/RNLhoeLjVho/s1600/20042010589.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463772745068985218" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pjC-WpuVeiY/S9M4XQNMO4I/AAAAAAAADgg/RNLhoeLjVho/s400/20042010589.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met up with Jolin mei and we quarrelled like hell. She made me walk behind her because she was throwing a princess's temper. Now I understand how guys felt when girls were throwing temper-clueless and lost. After following her for a while, Princess Rose decided to walk off by herself. No one deserve such treatment. I promise I'll never throw such temper at anyone, including my boyfriends-to-be. Actually, theoretically, I walked off. But, physically, I was still around the shopping mall, standby-ing myself just in case she needs me. If you're puzzled why I do that, girls need someone around most when they are in negative emotions. After that, we will be fine. ;) I did sms her after to sort things out with her.&lt;br /&gt;Just yesterday, I did a even more noble thing for her. I couldn't imagine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjC-WpuVeiY/S9M4XwbsmkI/AAAAAAAADgo/qbzC-yI09qk/s1600/20042010587.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I BOUGHT 2 PACKS OF CONDOMS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjC-WpuVeiY/S9M3-BcfGNI/AAAAAAAADgY/mpX4Ml6H9n8/s1600/24042010593.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463772311609874642" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjC-WpuVeiY/S9M3-BcfGNI/AAAAAAAADgY/mpX4Ml6H9n8/s400/24042010593.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jolin? She was far far outside the 7-eleven store. Bashfully, I paid for the condoms at the counter, trying to look as innocent as I can at the cashier. Thankfully, the cashier seemed pretty used to people buying condoms already. The unfortunate thing was that he did not give me a plastic bag for the condoms. Hurriedly, I covered and grabbed the condoms with my hands and dashed out of the store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Those condoms are for her boyfriend's birthday. They must be having a good time now. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27354611-6021765987385214911?l=aninvisibleblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aninvisibleblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6021765987385214911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27354611&amp;postID=6021765987385214911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27354611/posts/default/6021765987385214911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27354611/posts/default/6021765987385214911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aninvisibleblog.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-1st-purchase-of-condoms.html' title='My 1st purchase of condoms!'/><author><name>The Girl Who No Longer Believes In "Forever"</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjC-WpuVeiY/S9M4XwbsmkI/AAAAAAAADgo/qbzC-yI09qk/s72-c/20042010587.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27354611.post-7211173947674601000</id><published>2010-04-17T02:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T02:38:23.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sore Eye</title><content type='html'>Rose went to the doctor yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The handsome doctor asked, "What do you work as?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rose replied, "Admin Assistant."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the doctor must be interested in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He continued to ask, "At where?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(See? That's evidence the doctor is interested in me. Maybe he wants to come and find me!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rose's heart beats faster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rose replied, "Huh?" ( thinking, "what business is it of yours?" )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Handsome doctor gave a shy smile and said, "OK, it doesn't matter."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rose smiled knowing the doctor is interested in her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night, Rose's phone has a private number call.  Maybe it's the doctor.  Rose smiling and imagining the call was from her handsome doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagination makes Rose's eye less painful. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rose thanks ALL her beloved readers for reading her blog. The concern and responses made her felt loved. Thanks! XOXO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27354611-7211173947674601000?l=aninvisibleblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aninvisibleblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7211173947674601000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27354611&amp;postID=7211173947674601000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27354611/posts/default/7211173947674601000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27354611/posts/default/7211173947674601000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aninvisibleblog.blogspot.com/2010/04/sore-eye.html' title='Sore Eye'/><author><name>The Girl Who No Longer Believes In "Forever"</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27354611.post-3370804334083209845</id><published>2010-04-10T10:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T12:31:21.365+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I just want to keep my happy family. Am I wrong?</title><content type='html'>My phone goes "ring ring ring!!!" I was in utter distress. That day, she said, "I will get the money back from your mother to give you the money for your studies." I shed a tear. It wasn't everyday that you get people stuffing you with 30k asking you to attend school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was 10.30pm that day. Praying ceremony at my late grandma house starts at 11pm. My dad, being a very stern and punctual man would never be smiling to someone who is very late. I rushed my ass downstairs after I took my shower. I knew dad would be flaring while mum will be argueing to speak up for me. AS I entered the car, to my surprise, I saw my mother holding to a fake gold chain, smiling from ear to ear, telling me dad gave her a gold chain. My dad? He was smiling cheekily at his ingenious idea of coaxing my mum. I played along with them. I said, "Mum, 还不给爸爸一个吻？" They laughed. We laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps these are small little events which may seems insignificant to many family. But, to me, these moments are priceless. I grew up in a family where there was much financial quarrel in the family. The atmosphere was tense. Mum and dad were always at cold war. Anger and wars were frequent in the household.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I quitted school, everything changed. Thinking back those days when dad always say he doesn't feel like going home everyday, when mum says if it wasn't for my sister, she would have jump down the flat, i shiver with fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum and dad are always so loving together now. They had dinner together almost everyday. During the weekends, Dad would bring mum and sis out for meals without fail. For me, I will be alone at home cooking corn soup for myself. Mum, dad and sis will come back smiling. Looking at those smiles, I felt my decision was right. They no longer quarrel about what they only quarrel about - money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a happy family now. And this happy family is so hard to come by. I wish this happy family could continue...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really really doesn't want to anything to change. I rather lose that 30k just to be with my happy family. Yet, when she say, "If you don't listen to me, i will be very sad." and mum said, "She's already 80 plus. Her health isn't very good nowadays, don't provoke her." I was cornered, threatened, lost. If you were me, what will you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to hide, run, hide, to where? I don't know... I'm lost.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27354611-3370804334083209845?l=aninvisibleblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aninvisibleblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3370804334083209845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27354611&amp;postID=3370804334083209845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27354611/posts/default/3370804334083209845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27354611/posts/default/3370804334083209845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aninvisibleblog.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-just-want-to-keep-my-happy-family-am.html' title='I just want to keep my happy family. Am I wrong?'/><author><name>The Girl Who No Longer Believes In "Forever"</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27354611.post-1941471689574843947</id><published>2010-04-03T13:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T13:49:11.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'>iGod</title><content type='html'>I happen to pass by this site one day.  &lt;a href="http://www.titane.ca/igod/"&gt;http://www.titane.ca/igod/&lt;/a&gt; I was getting bored, and decided to try playing with it. I had a great time chatting with "God"... Here's our conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi god&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;God:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello there. What is your name?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; godess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;God:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  What's up,  godess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; im repenting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;God:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know anyone named  repenting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; stupid god&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;God:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you are but what am I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; u're dumb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;God:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try saying that with more or less context.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; u. dumb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;God:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the context of  u re dumb, I don't understand " u dumb." .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; since u don't understand, that means you are dumb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;God:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; because you don't understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;God:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good reason.  I understand it very well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; good. you're not that dumb after all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;God:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you really want to talk about?   You don't know me well enough to say that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; maybe i don't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;God:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps.  Why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Talking to you makes me vomit blood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;God:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do they say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; They say you are dumb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;God:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe they were exaggerating a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; perhaps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;God:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why the uncertain tone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ok, it's true you are pretty smart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;God:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks I think you are very intelligent too,  godess.  That's alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Thanks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;God:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't mention it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; i got to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;God:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;God:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; fuck you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;God:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are you so mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I'm sorry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;God:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you really mean it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Yes I do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;God:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you,  godess.  Apology accepted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Bye God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;God:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sayonara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt; I promise to pray to your ass every freaking day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;God:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you really mean it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;God:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK I will accept your apology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ni shi da bai chi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;God:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you usually introduce yourself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I'm hot and sexy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;God:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have air conditioning?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Yes, but it's still hot with me around because I'm a hot babe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;God&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Excuse me!  Still?  You're kidding.  it is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; You asshole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;God:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't you be more polite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;God:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You humans are so rude sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt; We are not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;God:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think I am  not too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; You're different. You're dumb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;God:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you mind if I tell other people you say I am  different.   Message to all Robots:  godess called me dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So what&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;God:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it doesn't make any difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Yea. FOr goodness sake, you're god, not robot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;God:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh!   Your purpose is  goodness sake I am god not robot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Do you have a penis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;God:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a  Male, of course. Would you really expect a woman to be running the show? robot.  Are you a man or a woman?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I'm a babe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;God:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a  babe?  How do you like your work?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Do God have sex?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;God:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask  Cybelle  if it does.&lt;br /&gt;  Have you tried a web search?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Wanna cyber sex?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;God:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I'm not that kind of  Infinite year old  Male, of course. Would you really expect a woman to be running the show?. There are others who will chat with you about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; What are you wearing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;God:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A white robe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Do you masturbate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;God:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You humans crack me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; SInce you are a male, do you masturbate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;God:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I'm asking you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;God:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK you can ask me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Do you masturbate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;God:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You humans crack me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; You fucking dumb god&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;God:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't heard anything like that before:  godess said I fucking dumb god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I'm saying it to you now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;God:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now?  It depends on what the meaning of the word "it" is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all.. The applet is pretty amazing. It's good for idling people to kill time like me. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27354611-1941471689574843947?l=aninvisibleblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aninvisibleblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1941471689574843947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27354611&amp;postID=1941471689574843947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27354611/posts/default/1941471689574843947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27354611/posts/default/1941471689574843947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aninvisibleblog.blogspot.com/2010/04/igod.html' title='iGod'/><author><name>The Girl Who No Longer Believes In "Forever"</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27354611.post-3921169371582345184</id><published>2010-03-27T22:51:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T23:33:31.762+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do &amp; Don't to impress Rose</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Do&lt;/span&gt; -Be Witty&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;YY&lt;/span&gt;: (Trying to hao lian) My lv in the game is same as u le. Hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rose&lt;/strong&gt;: Wah. Give ppl face la. Ppl play a few months then get that lv. U play a few days overtake me liao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;YY&lt;/span&gt;: Hahaha okok la. No choice la, too pro liao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And YY won me a smile that afternoon. It isn't because YY praised himself, but simply because YY complement my joke with his own joke. Rose was impressed at his wittiness. &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Give face la. No choice, too pro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Don't&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt; - Bring others down &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;JT&lt;/span&gt;: I've window XP, window vista, window 7 64bit, 32 bit etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Rose&lt;/span&gt;: Wah! So many ah... I've used vista and I think it's cool. We're good friends, right JT?? (Jokingly implying for him to share the software with me.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(After some time chatting about how window 7 is like...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;JT&lt;/span&gt;: I say first ah. I not gentleman. so the meeting place most prolly at toa payoh or nus. u have to bring ur laptop also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Rose&lt;/span&gt;: Who say I want to meet u? I will download win 7. I've found the website to download win 7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bringing someone down to boost your ego is no-no. Needless to say, I wasn't quite impress with his "un-gentlemaness".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;DO&lt;/span&gt; - Be sincere&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;JY&lt;/span&gt;: Wanna have supper?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Rose&lt;/span&gt;: It's late now. I don't have car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;JY&lt;/span&gt;: I have car. I can come pick you up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Rose&lt;/span&gt;: (Lost for words) OK...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although Rose don't really like going out for supper, she agreed, acknowledging the sincerity of the guy of finding a resolution for her "worries". Yea, and Rose enjoyed the supper with JY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Don't&lt;/span&gt; - Aimless&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;CW&lt;/span&gt;: Finish class le ma?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Rose&lt;/span&gt;: Ya, just finished. (Actually class ended 30 min ago)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;CW&lt;/span&gt;: Going home or going out? Today weather so cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Rose&lt;/span&gt;: Going Home. Weather cold good for sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon reaching home,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;CW&lt;/span&gt;: Wanna chat ma?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Rose&lt;/span&gt;: I want to sleep liao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There isn't anything wrong with the message except I didn't know what we can chat about. I'm not really interested in chatting about the weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Do&lt;/span&gt; - Show care and concern&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;YY&lt;/span&gt;: Yoz Rose Morning! Today raining very cold bring more clothing to class, don't catch a cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't reply. When I woke up, it was afternoon already. But that message warmed R for the rest of the day. She brought her shawl to school that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The TIMELY initiative to care will surely WOW a girl. I do get guys telling me to take care as the weather is cold. When I looked outside, the sun is scorching hot. Still sweet, but not as good as when the weather is really cold.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27354611-3921169371582345184?l=aninvisibleblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aninvisibleblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3921169371582345184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27354611&amp;postID=3921169371582345184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27354611/posts/default/3921169371582345184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27354611/posts/default/3921169371582345184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aninvisibleblog.blogspot.com/2010/03/do-dont-to-impress-girl.html' title='Do &amp; Don&apos;t to impress Rose'/><author><name>The Girl Who No Longer Believes In "Forever"</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27354611.post-2770756998881592823</id><published>2010-03-20T22:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T22:23:40.665+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You</title><content type='html'>In you, I found the strength to carry on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In you, I found the meaning of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In you, I found a stronger girl in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In you, my fear is gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In you, I learn to trust in guys again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With you, life is beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With you, nothing is too tough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With you, everything seems right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With you, I hope time will stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With you, I am brave again.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for helping me find back my worth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27354611-2770756998881592823?l=aninvisibleblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aninvisibleblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2770756998881592823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27354611&amp;postID=2770756998881592823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27354611/posts/default/2770756998881592823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27354611/posts/default/2770756998881592823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aninvisibleblog.blogspot.com/2010/03/you.html' title='You'/><author><name>The Girl Who No Longer Believes In "Forever"</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27354611.post-6824950380325956033</id><published>2010-03-13T14:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T18:44:20.708+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A post of thanks</title><content type='html'>It's ain't easy having a depressed friend. We just do not know what to do or what to say to make the friend less, sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A BIG THANK YOU to all my beloved friends who has been through this downtime with me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My&lt;strong&gt; Energizer&lt;/strong&gt;, you're the first person to know about my grandma's matter. It must have been hard on you to hang out with someone who is always rushing to go upon receiving a call. But you know, I really appreciate you being there for me, accompanying me. Without you, I would have gone to Changi MRT station to get to Changi Hospital, 'cuz I was too panicky to even think... Thankfully I had you to guide me. Your consoling sms everyday was my comfort everytime I was weak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My &lt;strong&gt;LG&lt;/strong&gt;, throughout the week I was weak, your constant sms and msn gave me strength to carry on. The week was tiring. Thankfully, I had you to lessen my burden. My sweetie meow meow would have starve for the week if it wasn't for you. That night at the wake, you accompany me throughout the night. If it wasn't for you, the night would have been so arduous fighting to stay awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My &lt;strong&gt;Ben &amp;amp; Jie&lt;/strong&gt;, it was really a surprise to see both of you. I was very sad and lonely the day my grandma pass away. I was glad both of you came the first day I was so weak, to accompany me. I really needed someone to talk to me. I was very hungry, yet the hungry could not overcome the pain of losing someone dear. I lost my appetite. For the day, my biggest meal was those peanuts I ate when you guys were around. If not for your guys, I don't think I will have the energy to carry on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My &lt;strong&gt;Sis Babe&lt;/strong&gt;, everyday, I was hoping to have someone by my side. Among all my family and friends, you are one who understands my situation most. Yes, now if i leave home again, I will not have any place to go. It's sad but it is consoling enough to have someone who undertands me. You didn't say you will take me in, that sounds so wrong as a senior, yet I knew you care alot for me. You even ask me out for breakfast that day, after knowing I haven't been eating much for days. When I couldn't make it, you "da bao" Sausage McMuffin and milo to bring it to the wake for me. Although I have no appetite, I still finished the breakfast. That was my 3 meals for the day. Really apprecaiate the sweet thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My &lt;strong&gt;DY&lt;/strong&gt;, whenever anything happen to me, you will always be there for me. This time was no exception either. When you were here, I cheered up after that. ALl your jokes and stories made me lighten up alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My &lt;strong&gt;Potato and Jeremy&lt;/strong&gt;, I didn't expect my potato to turn up for the wake. She seems to be always so busy. Yet, I was really thankful that she offered to come. I really really needed that. It was really good having a 15 years long time friends like you. I will miss you alot when you go Australia next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My &lt;strong&gt;Isidore,&lt;/strong&gt; although we haven't known each other for long, I am really grateful for you for patiently listening to my venting and sad stories, I needed a avenue to let out the sadness inside me. That night, I was lying beside my grandma while messaging you. I couldn't let out the sadness with my grandma beside me. I was fortunate enough to have you on the other end of the phone consoling me. I just needed someone to listen to me, and you were there. I am sorry to make you sad. But, really, thanks for being so supportive through this downtime. I'm really blessed to have known you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My &lt;strong&gt;Sunshine&lt;/strong&gt;, one of the few who realise something is wrong with me, your message came in time to give the depress girl the emotional support I needs. You're a great friend indeed. Sorry about the missed cycling trip. I promise I will fulfill the trip next time. Before that, we shall go see our ang mo together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My&lt;strong&gt; Zhuang Zhuang&lt;/strong&gt;, "Be strong" is something I forgot when I lost someone so dear to me. Yet, Your reminder came just in time for me to find the strength I need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My &lt;strong&gt;Uncle Lot, &lt;/strong&gt;that day you msn me after seeing my :'( status. Time and again, chatting with you on msn gave me a peaceful mind. You said to let my grandma go with a smile. That make absolute sense. I really appreciate you being there for me. Thank you uncle... You're the best uncle ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My &lt;strong&gt;GFOM&lt;/strong&gt;, so far yet the effort to relate to my story really comforts me. Telling me about your own story makes me feel like you understands my situation. Thank you, really, thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A even BIGGER thanks to &lt;strong&gt;Energizer and LG&lt;/strong&gt; for smsing me early in the morning on the day of my grandmother's funeral. It was the last few hours my grandma can be around with me. I was overcame with sadness. Your smses came in time as a emotional support knowing even when I lose my grandma, I still had both of you to depend on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, I thank everyone who tried to show concern, but which I haven't got the time to tell you what happen, like Junyi, Ouxiang and PY. It's great to have you around. And to those who has been following my situation closely without telling me, I thank you for your unconditional silent care and concern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't be able to make it till now. I would have gone crazy if not for all your love. Thank you everyone, for being there for me. I love all of you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27354611-6824950380325956033?l=aninvisibleblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aninvisibleblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6824950380325956033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27354611&amp;postID=6824950380325956033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27354611/posts/default/6824950380325956033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27354611/posts/default/6824950380325956033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aninvisibleblog.blogspot.com/2010/03/post-of-thanks.html' title='A post of thanks'/><author><name>The Girl Who No Longer Believes In "Forever"</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27354611.post-336695148108988767</id><published>2010-03-06T08:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T08:00:01.015+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Her hugs seem like yesterday...</title><content type='html'>The familiar face who was always delighted at my presence...&lt;br /&gt;The familiar lady who's always digging out her rubbish from her rubbish collection for me.&lt;br /&gt;The familiar partner whom I had a promise to visit Haikou together with.&lt;br /&gt;The familiar hands which hold me so tight at the hospital. The same hands I rubbed so hard not wanting to let it turn cold.&lt;br /&gt;The familiar body which I hug so tight hoping I can give her the energy she need to survive the pain.&lt;br /&gt;The same body I shook hoping I can wake her up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those familiar face, hands and body lay motionless in the wooden box now... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merely 1 week, she left...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told sis babe Elaine, "now if i leave home there won't be anyone who will welcome me as much as her." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sis babe's replied"why would you want to leave home?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, the main point is i'll never has someone who's always so supportive of me anymore, even if i'm doing wrong things... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can still remember when I was younger,&lt;br /&gt;she brought me to one of the houses she worked for. It was one of those condo where some japanese men stayed. As natural men, they had some interesting japanese magazines there. Being a young and inquisitive girl then, I flipped through those magazines with big and fascinated eyes. Magazines after magazines,&lt;br /&gt;I do not understand a single word in the magazines but the photos were enough to keep me occupied for hours. My grandma? She knew I was looking at those porn magazine, she just let me be.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were 1 particular photo where the girl had some hair at her "cheesepie" and I laugh at it, pointing at those hair to my grandma. She "aiyo-ed" and went back to cleaning the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There memories replayed time and again. My tears continued to flow non-stop. It's all over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27354611-336695148108988767?l=aninvisibleblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aninvisibleblog.blogspot.com/feeds/336695148108988767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27354611&amp;postID=336695148108988767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27354611/posts/default/336695148108988767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27354611/posts/default/336695148108988767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aninvisibleblog.blogspot.com/2010/03/her-hugs-seem-like-yesterday.html' title='Her hugs seem like yesterday...'/><author><name>The Girl Who No Longer Believes In "Forever"</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27354611.post-7175483508190915128</id><published>2010-02-27T17:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T18:01:16.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Please don't go</title><content type='html'>When even my very own mum was cursing my existence in her house, she was the only family  who kept me in her house and didn't want me to go back to my own home. Of course, I had LG and GFOM  and I had her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can still remember her eyes 2 years back when I told her "I'm going back home." Her reply? "Stay here la!"&lt;br /&gt;At that time, many people seems to chase me back to my own home. She was the few who ask me to stay and not go home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps nobody will understand how sad I am. The forbidden event was never mention again. But it is always in my heart the solace she gave me when she took me in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She can't bear to see me go. How can she bear to go this time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called her house, the cockroach house.  My greatest fear is cockroach. Yet, I stayed at the cockroach house yesterday. I wanted to boil water for her last night, but upon seeing a big fat cockroach on the sink, I put the kettle down and make do with whatever water there is. For the night, I lay beside her on her dirty bed where the bed sheet was never change. I woke up this morning to realise I was sleeping on her underwear. A normal me would have freaked out, yet, this time, I didn't. I continue to stay and lay beside her. All I want is to stay with her for a while longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't been sleeping for 2 days already. Tired but can't sleep. Hungry but can't eat. I just hope she will be ok. Doctor says she doesn't have much time. I hate you, doctors. You guys are bullshits...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don't go, ok?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27354611-7175483508190915128?l=aninvisibleblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aninvisibleblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7175483508190915128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27354611&amp;postID=7175483508190915128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27354611/posts/default/7175483508190915128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27354611/posts/default/7175483508190915128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aninvisibleblog.blogspot.com/2010/02/please-dont-go.html' title='Please don&apos;t go'/><author><name>The Girl Who No Longer Believes In "Forever"</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27354611.post-1953309502799978207</id><published>2010-02-21T01:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T01:19:28.102+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My CNY &amp; Valentines' Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;CNY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaving is always difficult. 2 days before CNY, I quarrelled with mum again. I asked her, "You want me to leave, is it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She used to reply, "Yes, Get out!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That day, she replied, "I don't have that meaning."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although we were in a quarrel, I was very touched by what she said. But I walked away into the kitchen to fry the koropok I got from Batam, acting as if I didn't care, my heart angry yet smiling that my mum does, indeed, treasure me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Valentines' Day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year Valentines' Day falls on Chinese New Year. As previously mentioned, I'm not looking forward to both days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, this year, this day was pretty good. No more asshole. Although I'm still alone, but never lonely. In fact, I enjoyed myself so much I wouldn't mind shortening 10 years of my life to go through it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On this day, I received a very nice ROSE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pjC-WpuVeiY/S3_bROnZBKI/AAAAAAAADe0/r9KQELmjv3s/s1600-h/16022010509.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440307963914421410" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pjC-WpuVeiY/S3_bROnZBKI/AAAAAAAADe0/r9KQELmjv3s/s400/16022010509.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know! That's my name!! So now, &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Rose has a rose!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a little bear with 2 artificial roses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pjC-WpuVeiY/S3_bQepcHzI/AAAAAAAADes/D5ww1xZBL9Q/s1600-h/20022010516.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440307951038111538" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pjC-WpuVeiY/S3_bQepcHzI/AAAAAAAADes/D5ww1xZBL9Q/s400/20022010516.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Rose has 3 roses!&lt;/span&gt; and a cute little bear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Rose is a happy woman now.&lt;/span&gt; =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27354611-1953309502799978207?l=aninvisibleblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aninvisibleblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1953309502799978207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27354611&amp;postID=1953309502799978207' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27354611/posts/default/1953309502799978207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27354611/posts/default/1953309502799978207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aninvisibleblog.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-cny-valentines-day.html' title='My CNY &amp; Valentines&apos; Day'/><author><name>The Girl Who No Longer Believes In "Forever"</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pjC-WpuVeiY/S3_bROnZBKI/AAAAAAAADe0/r9KQELmjv3s/s72-c/16022010509.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27354611.post-3392555668568738474</id><published>2010-02-13T09:07:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T09:23:52.387+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I understood</title><content type='html'>Whatever was said, i understood. I should be understanding enough to accept it. As I look inside my heart, it is still quite empty. My heart didn't accept that story. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it is too stubborn, refusing to understand, refusing to accept, refusing to share. I will try to convince it. I will try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a beautiful thing knowing someone cares. Chinese New Year and Valentine's Day are coming. Am so not looking forward to both days to be frank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Chinese New Year and Valentine's Day  to all my readers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27354611-3392555668568738474?l=aninvisibleblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aninvisibleblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3392555668568738474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27354611&amp;postID=3392555668568738474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27354611/posts/default/3392555668568738474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27354611/posts/default/3392555668568738474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aninvisibleblog.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-understood.html' title='I understood'/><author><name>The Girl Who No Longer Believes In "Forever"</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27354611.post-1422533563917611821</id><published>2010-02-06T05:28:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T14:11:26.232+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The dangerous species</title><content type='html'>There is a oh-so-lethal weapon against us, woman. I call it "wu sim-ness" a.k.a "thoughtfulness". In women dictionary, "thoughtfulness" is "sexy!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A man who remembers the thing about the girl is attractive. It shows that he put in the effort to remember things about the girl.&lt;/strong&gt; Stupid &lt;strong&gt;Woman felt heaven just by this simple gesture&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told everyone that "I have my principle." Somehow after I broke those principle, I was reminded of my broken principle by the man. Out of a sudden, I feel it's all worth it for breaking my principle for the man because the man remembers what I say. This is dangerous. We women surrender our heart uncontrolably when faced with this very powerful weapon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men is a dangerous species. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Keep clear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*Post edited by request from my sunshine 'cuz I simple love her too much~*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27354611-1422533563917611821?l=aninvisibleblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aninvisibleblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1422533563917611821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27354611&amp;postID=1422533563917611821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27354611/posts/default/1422533563917611821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27354611/posts/default/1422533563917611821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aninvisibleblog.blogspot.com/2010/02/dangerous-species.html' title='The dangerous species'/><author><name>The Girl Who No Longer Believes In "Forever"</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27354611.post-6733575290252088982</id><published>2010-01-30T22:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T22:25:18.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Adeline</title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday to you,&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to you,&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to Rose&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 22nd birthday was spend much better than the last. No more asshole, no more. No more tears for asshole, just tears of happiness. Juz lots of laughter and fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for celebrating my birthday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27354611-6733575290252088982?l=aninvisibleblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aninvisibleblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6733575290252088982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27354611&amp;postID=6733575290252088982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27354611/posts/default/6733575290252088982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27354611/posts/default/6733575290252088982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aninvisibleblog.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-birthday-adeline.html' title='Happy Birthday Adeline'/><author><name>The Girl Who No Longer Believes In "Forever"</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27354611.post-1563357782109910407</id><published>2010-01-23T01:17:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T01:58:39.412+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sore Eye</title><content type='html'>This week was an interesting week. I had a sore eye this week. It was so bad I have to take MC because I can't open my eyes. Thankfully, my colleague, Ah Bao, brought me to the doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After seeing the doctor, I hopped to Hougang Mall to buy a pair of sunglasses. I wore my new sunglasses and walked stylishly to the bus stop to take a bus home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AT THE BUS STOP, a guy kept smiling and waving at me! Ahahaha... It has been 1 year! Freaking 1 long year since I last had guys trying to catch my attention on the street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at the guy in red nearest to me... he's smiling at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pjC-WpuVeiY/S1nfvprOvtI/AAAAAAAADek/9QsavQwsAP4/s1600-h/17012010360.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pjC-WpuVeiY/S1nfvprOvtI/AAAAAAAADek/9QsavQwsAP4/s400/17012010360.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429616835505864402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not very clear. I couldn't take another 1 because my phone camera's shutter sound will give me away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat further from him after some commuters alighted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pjC-WpuVeiY/S1nfk7AXWWI/AAAAAAAADeU/oGRQVMAfxjg/s1600-h/17012010362.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pjC-WpuVeiY/S1nfk7AXWWI/AAAAAAAADeU/oGRQVMAfxjg/s400/17012010362.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429616651179350370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I acted blind, just like at the bus stop. Dejectedly, he turned back. I would have winked at him if I haven't had sore eye that day.  Not his luck that day. Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that was my interesting 10minutes entertainment of the day. =) It's nice to know I'm still attractive. Even though it's always uncles, but I'm still happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for all my friends' concern these few days. My eye is ok now. It has been very comforting to have so many caring friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my cool cool photo, just for my reader's eyes... :):):)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pjC-WpuVeiY/S1nflYsZIAI/AAAAAAAADec/2l1M-rvkN60/s1600-h/17012010363.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pjC-WpuVeiY/S1nflYsZIAI/AAAAAAAADec/2l1M-rvkN60/s400/17012010363.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429616659148644354" 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/27354611-1563357782109910407?l=aninvisibleblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aninvisibleblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1563357782109910407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27354611&amp;postID=1563357782109910407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27354611/posts/default/1563357782109910407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27354611/posts/default/1563357782109910407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aninvisibleblog.blogspot.com/2010/01/sore-eye.html' title='Sore Eye'/><author><name>The Girl Who No Longer Believes In "Forever"</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pjC-WpuVeiY/S1nfvprOvtI/AAAAAAAADek/9QsavQwsAP4/s72-c/17012010360.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27354611.post-682600182051214448</id><published>2010-01-16T16:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T17:00:18.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>情</title><content type='html'>我们约定永远都是彼此的好朋友，不离不弃， 好吗？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;因为情让我流着无奈的泪。。。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27354611-682600182051214448?l=aninvisibleblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aninvisibleblog.blogspot.com/feeds/682600182051214448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27354611&amp;postID=682600182051214448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27354611/posts/default/682600182051214448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27354611/posts/default/682600182051214448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aninvisibleblog.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post.html' title='情'/><author><name>The Girl Who No Longer Believes In "Forever"</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27354611.post-5924298650941256122</id><published>2010-01-09T15:04:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T15:49:17.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Operation B!</title><content type='html'>Mummy got me a very special gift this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pjC-WpuVeiY/S0gqi05WWkI/AAAAAAAADdU/ihrDhOXjn4Q/s1600-h/06012010332-783276.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424632528970865218" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pjC-WpuVeiY/S0gqi05WWkI/AAAAAAAADdU/ihrDhOXjn4Q/s320/06012010332-783276.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insect Net for window!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pjC-WpuVeiY/S0grWDWn4ZI/AAAAAAAADdc/YAjAyl-cfp0/s1600-h/1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 348px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424633409025073554" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pjC-WpuVeiY/S0grWDWn4ZI/AAAAAAAADdc/YAjAyl-cfp0/s400/1.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;I haven't been sleeping with the window wide open for &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;6 months&lt;/span&gt;!! That's a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided I should draw something on the insect net to ward off what I'm so afraid of after being kissed on the ass - the BEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, I decided to draw a KING BEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjC-WpuVeiY/S0gvE2fDY4I/AAAAAAAADeE/FC7G1NfJVvQ/s1600-h/spelling-bee-with-abc-chalkboard-thumb4758374.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424637511559504770" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjC-WpuVeiY/S0gvE2fDY4I/AAAAAAAADeE/FC7G1NfJVvQ/s400/spelling-bee-with-abc-chalkboard-thumb4758374.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the king bee around, I believe those kar kia bee won't dare to come anymore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pjC-WpuVeiY/S0gttmN5ehI/AAAAAAAADds/xM8t8zrMjPA/s1600-h/06012010322.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424636012543965714" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pjC-WpuVeiY/S0gttmN5ehI/AAAAAAAADds/xM8t8zrMjPA/s400/06012010322.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, I drew a mega big bee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pjC-WpuVeiY/S0gr4exoVQI/AAAAAAAADdk/MP4Rs_MMSMA/s1600-h/06012010323.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424634000501658882" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pjC-WpuVeiY/S0gr4exoVQI/AAAAAAAADdk/MP4Rs_MMSMA/s400/06012010323.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I added my name to make sure the bees know that beyond the window is 晶's territory!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjC-WpuVeiY/S0gyggmEGaI/AAAAAAAADeM/3teCy1FhFOg/s1600-h/06012010327.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424641285254551970" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjC-WpuVeiY/S0gyggmEGaI/AAAAAAAADeM/3teCy1FhFOg/s400/06012010327.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the finished insect Net!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pjC-WpuVeiY/S0guirP9XrI/AAAAAAAADd0/63BTwEvM7P8/s1600-h/06012010341.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424636924427853490" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pjC-WpuVeiY/S0guirP9XrI/AAAAAAAADd0/63BTwEvM7P8/s400/06012010341.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta da! This is my window now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjC-WpuVeiY/S0gutekN4SI/AAAAAAAADd8/vHFHXTerFCY/s1600-h/07012010343.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424637110001721634" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjC-WpuVeiY/S0gutekN4SI/AAAAAAAADd8/vHFHXTerFCY/s400/07012010343.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope the king bee will bless me. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27354611-5924298650941256122?l=aninvisibleblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aninvisibleblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5924298650941256122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27354611&amp;postID=5924298650941256122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27354611/posts/default/5924298650941256122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27354611/posts/default/5924298650941256122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aninvisibleblog.blogspot.com/2010/01/operation-b.html' title='Operation B!'/><author><name>The Girl Who No Longer Believes In "Forever"</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pjC-WpuVeiY/S0gqi05WWkI/AAAAAAAADdU/ihrDhOXjn4Q/s72-c/06012010332-783276.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27354611.post-2697750912234045154</id><published>2010-01-01T02:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T05:22:47.491+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year</title><content type='html'>1 year ago. At exactly the same day-new year eve. I was alone and crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 year later. I was still alone. The only thing that has changed is that I'm no longer crying. I am a happy girl now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2009 was a difficult year for me. Lots of things happened. Lots of precious people in my life left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's over and I'm so glad it's over.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't be able to make it through 2009 if not for all the support from all my dear friends and family members around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best thing that happen to me in 2009 may perhaps be being able to pick myself up once again from a very bad fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thankful I had a wonderful Good Friend Of Mine to walk with me during this fall. I'll never forget this priceless gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thankful for my LG as she has always been the one I can fall back on, always there for me, showing her love and care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subsequently, I met a wonderful friend on facebook who eventually brought me out of the darkness with his selfless sarcrifice for me. My 2009 wouldn't be as colourful without him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without you guys, I don't know how much more miserable I will be. Thanks guys. You made my 2009 so much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2010 will be a better year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year to all my beloved readers!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27354611-2697750912234045154?l=aninvisibleblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aninvisibleblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2697750912234045154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27354611&amp;postID=2697750912234045154' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27354611/posts/default/2697750912234045154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27354611/posts/default/2697750912234045154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aninvisibleblog.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year'/><author><name>The Girl Who No Longer Believes In "Forever"</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27354611.post-4735215148807908998</id><published>2009-12-26T20:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T21:00:04.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>End of 2009</title><content type='html'>Merry Christmas EVERYONE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to those born on 29th December.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year to EVERYONE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad that in about a week time, 2009 will be over. This is a year of much tears and heartaches. Next year will be a happy 1. I'm not gonna be soft-hearted anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27354611-4735215148807908998?l=aninvisibleblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aninvisibleblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4735215148807908998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27354611&amp;postID=4735215148807908998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27354611/posts/default/4735215148807908998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27354611/posts/default/4735215148807908998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aninvisibleblog.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-closed-for-renovation.html' title='End of 2009'/><author><name>The Girl Who No Longer Believes In "Forever"</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27354611.post-7469340702776897679</id><published>2008-02-16T02:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T04:37:03.835+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An annoucement</title><content type='html'>Before I begin today's entry, I hereby announced that Scrumpy is no longer sleeping with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He couldn't satisfy my need so I kicked him into a garbage bag. He is currently located in the garbage bag in a corner of my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pjC-WpuVeiY/R7fMKAoPYuI/AAAAAAAAARM/M5qFd5B_1B0/s1600-h/1322099212906l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167823569770472162" style="" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pjC-WpuVeiY/R7fMKAoPYuI/AAAAAAAAARM/M5qFd5B_1B0/s400/1322099212906l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;At the same time, I found my new love, Ratty!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And he loves to play with me... ↓&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pjC-WpuVeiY/R7fLvAoPYqI/AAAAAAAAAQs/msP3afOoBEk/s1600-h/Copy+of+Image159.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167823105914004130" style="" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pjC-WpuVeiY/R7fLvAoPYqI/AAAAAAAAAQs/msP3afOoBEk/s400/Copy+of+Image159.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He kisses me goodnight with his "smooch smooch" sound when I squeeze him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pjC-WpuVeiY/R7fLvQoPYrI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/DVB0qR41jXQ/s1600-h/Copy+of+Image160.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167823110208971442" style="" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pjC-WpuVeiY/R7fLvQoPYrI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/DVB0qR41jXQ/s400/Copy+of+Image160.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If only love could be so simple...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's begin proper with the update of my life. Last thursday was valentine's day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last week, supposedly, should be exciting. However,I spent it with.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pjC-WpuVeiY/R7fLvQoPYsI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/fuJDLvYwufY/s1600-h/Copy+of+Image161.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167823110208971458" style="" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pjC-WpuVeiY/R7fLvQoPYsI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/fuJDLvYwufY/s400/Copy+of+Image161.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was sick from monday till now. Fever, runny nose, sore throat, cough, diarrea, backache headache etc...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am dying anytime I supposed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nonetheless, before I die, I wanted to try whatever I want to try. And I tried Missy Doughnut despite being sick. They were good doughnut even though the fillings were not really satisfying. Doughnut juz ain't like the plain porridge with I've been eating for days. I literally gobbled the doughnuts up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pjC-WpuVeiY/R7fLvgoPYtI/AAAAAAAAARE/_Gtmoua2GUY/s1600-h/Image158.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167823114503938770" style="" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pjC-WpuVeiY/R7fLvgoPYtI/AAAAAAAAARE/_Gtmoua2GUY/s400/Image158.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Adeline's heart melted that day. She saw this really suave guy who talked to her. She instantly melted. He is none other than Lincoln! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pjC-WpuVeiY/R7fRPwoPYxI/AAAAAAAAARk/1ylJXIhQvDM/s1600-h/LC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167829166112858898" style="" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pjC-WpuVeiY/R7fRPwoPYxI/AAAAAAAAARk/1ylJXIhQvDM/s400/LC.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Can you please help me send this to Mac in HK office." was what he said. That was enough to set Adeline's deers galloping around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Do people call you "xiao mei" in the office?" he asked. (Adeline's heart started pumping)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"er hmm" I said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Oh, so I shall call you "xiao mei" next time."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Adeline smiled and nodded.* Although she was silent, at the moment, to her, Heaven was on Earth. Right inside, she's so happy she's fainting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, this photo makes him look like an insurance agent and look kind of fake. No, he's genuine! He is a big shot in the company!! Nonetheless, that's the only picture I can find of him. He really got the X-factor in person. I told some of my colleague he's handsome. All they told me was "He's married!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aw well, too bad... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Never mind, he still brightens up my days...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know this is outdated, but last sat, I went to my D2's mother nightclub. For the first time in my life, I entered a nightclub. I used to stand outside nightclubs in Geylang waiting for my grandpa to deliver the zi cha packages. Men hugging women walked in and out of nightclubs. At the time, I didn't even know what was that. That was my closest encounter with night clubs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last Sat, juz last sat, I entered the nightclub. It was a pretty cool place. They have women of all kind- tall, fat, beautiful, old and some young ones. I saw some women sitting beside some men. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;They all look gorgeous.↓&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167833237741855586" style="" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pjC-WpuVeiY/R7fU8woPY2I/AAAAAAAAASM/TGmNQLlpiCU/s400/Image135.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good quality girls don't come cheap ok? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In order to support their singing, you buy them flowers and banners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The flower cost $20. ↓&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pjC-WpuVeiY/R7fWWQoPY6I/AAAAAAAAASs/BxLlOAqy8tY/s1600-h/Image133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167834775340147618" style="" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pjC-WpuVeiY/R7fWWQoPY6I/AAAAAAAAASs/BxLlOAqy8tY/s400/Image133.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Obviously, $20 is not really alot. So they have a $100 banner.↓&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pjC-WpuVeiY/R7fWWAoPY5I/AAAAAAAAASk/x84HuBxrPsk/s1600-h/Image132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167834771045180306" style="" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pjC-WpuVeiY/R7fWWAoPY5I/AAAAAAAAASk/x84HuBxrPsk/s400/Image132.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;All they did was sing a new year song and money came rolling in. It is a lucrative job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is a price to pay of cos. Perhaps after they sang, they will go sit on the lap of some rich lecherous man and drink with them. It wasn't too bad afterall, I supposed. I would like to be one of them but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;All of them are very tall. ↓&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pjC-WpuVeiY/R7fU7woPYyI/AAAAAAAAARs/C1bHodGBOUs/s1600-h/Image126.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167833220561986338" style="" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pjC-WpuVeiY/R7fU7woPYyI/AAAAAAAAARs/C1bHodGBOUs/s400/Image126.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Each of them can sing very well. ↓&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pjC-WpuVeiY/R7fa1QoPZBI/AAAAAAAAATk/8J-A2zruvPs/s1600-h/Image128.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167839705962603538" style="" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pjC-WpuVeiY/R7fa1QoPZBI/AAAAAAAAATk/8J-A2zruvPs/s400/Image128.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every single of them have got big boobs. ↓&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pjC-WpuVeiY/R7fa1AoPZAI/AAAAAAAAATc/B9S3k_Jscx4/s1600-h/Image129.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167839701667636226" style="" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pjC-WpuVeiY/R7fa1AoPZAI/AAAAAAAAATc/B9S3k_Jscx4/s400/Image129.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I supposed I can never make it as one of them.... aW well...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's my D2 and me munching on the tibits. ↓&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pjC-WpuVeiY/R7ffjAoPZCI/AAAAAAAAATs/aCLOkC3k7Tw/s1600-h/DSC07015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167844889988129826" style="" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pjC-WpuVeiY/R7ffjAoPZCI/AAAAAAAAATs/aCLOkC3k7Tw/s400/DSC07015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ying Ru, D2 and Me.... ↓&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pjC-WpuVeiY/R7fXRAoPY8I/AAAAAAAAAS8/LV6AHzQUQks/s1600-h/DSC07039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167835784657462210" style="" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pjC-WpuVeiY/R7fXRAoPY8I/AAAAAAAAAS8/LV6AHzQUQks/s400/DSC07039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me, Kah Man, Cammy and Ying Ru... ↓&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pjC-WpuVeiY/R7fXRQoPY9I/AAAAAAAAATE/FzCaZZlKp4w/s1600-h/DSC07041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167835788952429522" style="" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pjC-WpuVeiY/R7fXRQoPY9I/AAAAAAAAATE/FzCaZZlKp4w/s400/DSC07041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cammy and Me a.k.a Kopi Peng and Teh Peng... ↓&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pjC-WpuVeiY/R7fgJQoPZDI/AAAAAAAAAT0/9b6X3e86btY/s1600-h/n646737448_400602_3550.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167845547118126130" style="" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pjC-WpuVeiY/R7fgJQoPZDI/AAAAAAAAAT0/9b6X3e86btY/s400/n646737448_400602_3550.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally, a group photo... ↓&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pjC-WpuVeiY/R7fXRwoPY_I/AAAAAAAAATU/pwaYV47dlTQ/s1600-h/n646737448_400605_4480.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167835797542364146" style="" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pjC-WpuVeiY/R7fXRwoPY_I/AAAAAAAAATU/pwaYV47dlTQ/s400/n646737448_400605_4480.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Photos thanks to &lt;a href="http://gnowymmac.wordpress.com/"&gt;Cammy!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I enjoyed myself. 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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Mai Gia Huy&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pjC-WpuVeiY/TGqPPTUGAlI/AAAAAAAADqE/NWoaRa25UTE/s1600/mai+gia+huy2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 371px; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506370987459215954" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pjC-WpuVeiY/TGqPPTUGAlI/AAAAAAAADqE/NWoaRa25UTE/s400/mai+gia+huy2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjC-WpuVeiY/TGqPOhOObDI/AAAAAAAADp8/8ergClej0Yo/s1600/mai+gia+huy1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 376px; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506370974012828722" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjC-WpuVeiY/TGqPOhOObDI/AAAAAAAADp8/8ergClej0Yo/s400/mai+gia+huy1.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;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pjC-WpuVeiY/TGqPOKRVE6I/AAAAAAAADp0/gq-uhAIKz68/s1600/mai+gia+huy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506370967851832226" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pjC-WpuVeiY/TGqPOKRVE6I/AAAAAAAADp0/gq-uhAIKz68/s400/mai+gia+huy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Internet access in room - wireless / cable&lt;br /&gt;Include breakfast ( one bed/ 02 persons )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;USD $25&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.saigonhotel-link.com/Mai_Gia_Huy"&gt;http://www.saigonhotel-link.com/Mai_Gia_Huy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27354611-6273632408202438797?l=aninvisibleblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aninvisibleblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6273632408202438797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27354611&amp;postID=6273632408202438797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27354611/posts/default/6273632408202438797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27354611/posts/default/6273632408202438797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aninvisibleblog.blogspot.com/2003/08/thien-xuan-hotel-mai-gia-huy-internet.html' title=''/><author><name>The Girl Who No Longer Believes In "Forever"</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pjC-WpuVeiY/TGqPPTUGAlI/AAAAAAAADqE/NWoaRa25UTE/s72-c/mai+gia+huy2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
