<?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-1850483828045117191</id><updated>2012-02-16T06:06:30.830-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Doves Of Doves</title><subtitle type='html'>Unforgiven And Unexcepted When It Comes To Betrayel.
Pissed off When It Comes To Injustice</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dovesofdoves.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1850483828045117191/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dovesofdoves.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01965100520630902066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gKVLFgsYOe8/StYD_AHT-tI/AAAAAAAAAI4/0Blp1slfV74/S220/DSC08604.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>78</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1850483828045117191.post-7116799880356567826</id><published>2009-10-14T10:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T10:21:46.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;You have friends that treat you like a family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;And you have friends that treat you like crap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;They think that you are a small kid that knows nothing about it. Pathetic friends I have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1850483828045117191-7116799880356567826?l=dovesofdoves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dovesofdoves.blogspot.com/feeds/7116799880356567826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1850483828045117191&amp;postID=7116799880356567826&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1850483828045117191/posts/default/7116799880356567826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1850483828045117191/posts/default/7116799880356567826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dovesofdoves.blogspot.com/2009/10/friends.html' title='Friends'/><author><name>Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01965100520630902066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gKVLFgsYOe8/StYD_AHT-tI/AAAAAAAAAI4/0Blp1slfV74/S220/DSC08604.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1850483828045117191.post-7342247682568833297</id><published>2009-02-27T09:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T09:35:00.035-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gKVLFgsYOe8/SagioixVU3I/AAAAAAAAAIw/p8HsT6iCLU4/s1600-h/DSC01252.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307530240779965298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gKVLFgsYOe8/SagioixVU3I/AAAAAAAAAIw/p8HsT6iCLU4/s320/DSC01252.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gKVLFgsYOe8/Sagiocq8peI/AAAAAAAAAIo/_oqORe3NuVY/s1600-h/DSC01246.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307530239142569442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gKVLFgsYOe8/Sagiocq8peI/AAAAAAAAAIo/_oqORe3NuVY/s320/DSC01246.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was at Maju Junction Restaurant. Bought a cake for mum for her birthday and it was a suprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gKVLFgsYOe8/SagioDIx8vI/AAAAAAAAAIg/-wATlG8YsbA/s1600-h/DSC01330.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307530232288375538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gKVLFgsYOe8/SagioDIx8vI/AAAAAAAAAIg/-wATlG8YsbA/s320/DSC01330.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; HE REMEMBERED to give me flowers.awwwwww&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gKVLFgsYOe8/Sagin0pk9HI/AAAAAAAAAIY/GBJDVtwu7fE/s1600-h/DSC01301.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307530228399404146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gKVLFgsYOe8/Sagin0pk9HI/AAAAAAAAAIY/GBJDVtwu7fE/s320/DSC01301.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I made carbonara with a little bit of help. A very minimal small help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gKVLFgsYOe8/Saginq--hQI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/txUq45zbyA8/s1600-h/DSC01300.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307530225804805378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gKVLFgsYOe8/Saginq--hQI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/txUq45zbyA8/s320/DSC01300.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The picnic basket,with plates,cups, fork and spoon(from IKEA), tea in the termos, bottle of water, and in the white bag is my medicine. Got sick as usual.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had valentines day at a park nearby his house.After that, i went back home and sleep since i was sick.&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&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1850483828045117191-7342247682568833297?l=dovesofdoves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dovesofdoves.blogspot.com/feeds/7342247682568833297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1850483828045117191&amp;postID=7342247682568833297&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1850483828045117191/posts/default/7342247682568833297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1850483828045117191/posts/default/7342247682568833297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dovesofdoves.blogspot.com/2009/02/untitled.html' title='Untitled'/><author><name>Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01965100520630902066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gKVLFgsYOe8/StYD_AHT-tI/AAAAAAAAAI4/0Blp1slfV74/S220/DSC08604.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gKVLFgsYOe8/SagioixVU3I/AAAAAAAAAIw/p8HsT6iCLU4/s72-c/DSC01252.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1850483828045117191.post-723562550252282032</id><published>2009-02-27T09:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T09:16:51.765-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mei Ling's 21st Birthday Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gKVLFgsYOe8/Sage501DaFI/AAAAAAAAAII/8HxdegzqUpc/s1600-h/DSC01386.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307526139638671442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gKVLFgsYOe8/Sage501DaFI/AAAAAAAAAII/8HxdegzqUpc/s320/DSC01386.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gKVLFgsYOe8/Sage4NBMwcI/AAAAAAAAAHw/R-A1k8dDKRs/s1600-h/DSC01400.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307526111772328386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gKVLFgsYOe8/Sage4NBMwcI/AAAAAAAAAHw/R-A1k8dDKRs/s320/DSC01400.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gKVLFgsYOe8/Sage3YQfUBI/AAAAAAAAAHo/I9_W4u-_Nro/s1600-h/DSC01399.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307526097609379858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gKVLFgsYOe8/Sage3YQfUBI/AAAAAAAAAHo/I9_W4u-_Nro/s320/DSC01399.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gKVLFgsYOe8/Sage5dTR_lI/AAAAAAAAAIA/lKhtmo2lE0k/s1600-h/DSC01396.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307526133323005522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gKVLFgsYOe8/Sage5dTR_lI/AAAAAAAAAIA/lKhtmo2lE0k/s320/DSC01396.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gKVLFgsYOe8/Sage4QJ8l3I/AAAAAAAAAH4/DOw1SNLyGpU/s1600-h/mei+ling"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307526112614324082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gKVLFgsYOe8/Sage4QJ8l3I/AAAAAAAAAH4/DOw1SNLyGpU/s320/mei+ling%27s+bday+030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She treated us dinner at Nero Vivo, Bukit Ceylon. Birthday girl is the one in maroon. Happy Birthday ah lingggg. And now it is only me and keng li.  We went poppy also one night,and we had so much fun. Pictures is still with ling. I will have to wait for her to come home frm melbourne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1850483828045117191-723562550252282032?l=dovesofdoves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dovesofdoves.blogspot.com/feeds/723562550252282032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1850483828045117191&amp;postID=723562550252282032&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1850483828045117191/posts/default/723562550252282032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1850483828045117191/posts/default/723562550252282032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dovesofdoves.blogspot.com/2009/02/mei-lings-21st-birthday-party.html' title='Mei Ling&apos;s 21st Birthday Party'/><author><name>Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01965100520630902066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gKVLFgsYOe8/StYD_AHT-tI/AAAAAAAAAI4/0Blp1slfV74/S220/DSC08604.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gKVLFgsYOe8/Sage501DaFI/AAAAAAAAAII/8HxdegzqUpc/s72-c/DSC01386.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1850483828045117191.post-2305429832060730270</id><published>2009-02-27T08:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T09:01:11.871-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Retarded Two Face</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Why must i know so many arrogant,snobbish,retarded two face people? They just take everything from you and give you nothing. They practically suck the life out of you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Lesson 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;If you want to be a friend, then be a real friend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1850483828045117191-2305429832060730270?l=dovesofdoves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dovesofdoves.blogspot.com/feeds/2305429832060730270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1850483828045117191&amp;postID=2305429832060730270&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1850483828045117191/posts/default/2305429832060730270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1850483828045117191/posts/default/2305429832060730270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dovesofdoves.blogspot.com/2009/02/retarded-two-face.html' title='Retarded Two Face'/><author><name>Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01965100520630902066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gKVLFgsYOe8/StYD_AHT-tI/AAAAAAAAAI4/0Blp1slfV74/S220/DSC08604.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1850483828045117191.post-3695898863950646180</id><published>2009-02-08T08:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T09:28:52.167-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yee's 21st Birthday Dinner</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gKVLFgsYOe8/SY8TBIXNT1I/AAAAAAAAAHg/AyMkVIgy5PU/s1600-h/DSC01169.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gKVLFgsYOe8/SY8TBIXNT1I/AAAAAAAAAHg/AyMkVIgy5PU/s320/DSC01169.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300476196583984978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gKVLFgsYOe8/SY8TAy_H0EI/AAAAAAAAAHY/kulfl_nCGiM/s1600-h/DSC01168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gKVLFgsYOe8/SY8TAy_H0EI/AAAAAAAAAHY/kulfl_nCGiM/s320/DSC01168.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300476190845816898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gKVLFgsYOe8/SY8TAmgJTII/AAAAAAAAAHQ/urt4sk9QDlw/s1600-h/DSC01097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gKVLFgsYOe8/SY8TAmgJTII/AAAAAAAAAHQ/urt4sk9QDlw/s320/DSC01097.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300476187494665346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gKVLFgsYOe8/SY8TAqqXctI/AAAAAAAAAHI/8_ZZJDJQwwQ/s1600-h/DSC01019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gKVLFgsYOe8/SY8TAqqXctI/AAAAAAAAAHI/8_ZZJDJQwwQ/s320/DSC01019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300476188611277522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gKVLFgsYOe8/SY8TAepEUrI/AAAAAAAAAHA/VWSfLLNwOd8/s1600-h/DSC01124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gKVLFgsYOe8/SY8TAepEUrI/AAAAAAAAAHA/VWSfLLNwOd8/s320/DSC01124.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300476185384604338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gKVLFgsYOe8/SY8PV5xhQhI/AAAAAAAAAG4/uzyG2CoUMUw/s1600-h/DSC01116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gKVLFgsYOe8/SY8PV5xhQhI/AAAAAAAAAG4/uzyG2CoUMUw/s320/DSC01116.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300472155398554130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gKVLFgsYOe8/SY8PVttYxHI/AAAAAAAAAGw/w14ZPK4nej8/s1600-h/DSC01117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gKVLFgsYOe8/SY8PVttYxHI/AAAAAAAAAGw/w14ZPK4nej8/s320/DSC01117.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300472152159994994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gKVLFgsYOe8/SY8PVcXR6MI/AAAAAAAAAGo/V3mCNr7W2Ro/s1600-h/DSC01036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gKVLFgsYOe8/SY8PUynXzkI/AAAAAAAAAGY/fgyH6OQXiGM/s320/DSC01025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300472136297074242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yee was the first to turn 21 in 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Location: Sambal Sushi at puchong&lt;br /&gt;Time: For us(me, mei ling, john, and keng li) 8pm&lt;br /&gt;Hotel: Sheraton Subang&lt;br /&gt;Alcoholic drinks: Jack Daniels and Black Label&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lai Yee got drunk and puked like mad in the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;Keng Li was the first to puked&lt;br /&gt;Mei Ling and Khai was the first to crash(cuddling and touching here and there*cough*)&lt;br /&gt;Yu Liang was trying to keep his clothes on because Yee got so drunk she started stripping off his shirts&lt;br /&gt;John puked at the end. He puked a lot!&lt;br /&gt;The sober one was Mei Ling, Me, Khai and Yu Liang&lt;br /&gt;Everyone vomitted black colour stuff out because of the coke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone crash at 4am and only Keng Li and Mei Ling went for breakfast. I slept like a pig with John. And we left at 10am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1850483828045117191-3695898863950646180?l=dovesofdoves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dovesofdoves.blogspot.com/feeds/3695898863950646180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1850483828045117191&amp;postID=3695898863950646180&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1850483828045117191/posts/default/3695898863950646180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1850483828045117191/posts/default/3695898863950646180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dovesofdoves.blogspot.com/2009/02/yees-21st-birthday-dinner.html' title='Yee&apos;s 21st Birthday Dinner'/><author><name>Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01965100520630902066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gKVLFgsYOe8/StYD_AHT-tI/AAAAAAAAAI4/0Blp1slfV74/S220/DSC08604.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gKVLFgsYOe8/SY8TBIXNT1I/AAAAAAAAAHg/AyMkVIgy5PU/s72-c/DSC01169.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1850483828045117191.post-5039982611685415764</id><published>2009-02-08T07:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T08:45:07.159-08:00</updated><title type='text'>V Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;He remembered to get me roses on valentines day. =))) And we are going to an italian restaurant for dinner then pasar malam. Before that, shopping at gardens. Also adding another pair of stud.  *smiles*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1850483828045117191-5039982611685415764?l=dovesofdoves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dovesofdoves.blogspot.com/feeds/5039982611685415764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1850483828045117191&amp;postID=5039982611685415764&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1850483828045117191/posts/default/5039982611685415764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1850483828045117191/posts/default/5039982611685415764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dovesofdoves.blogspot.com/2009/02/v-day.html' title='V Day'/><author><name>Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01965100520630902066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gKVLFgsYOe8/StYD_AHT-tI/AAAAAAAAAI4/0Blp1slfV74/S220/DSC08604.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1850483828045117191.post-3119828998051206742</id><published>2009-01-11T06:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T07:22:00.786-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Just Come And Go</title><content type='html'>I'm afraid that the relationship will end suddenly when the love is gone&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping that when there is a problem it can be resolved&lt;br /&gt;I'm wishing that he hint or let me know when his feelings is slowly fading away, so i can do something about it&lt;br /&gt;I don't want the relationship to end all of a sudden when i don't even know the reason to it&lt;br /&gt;I am constantly trying to improve the relationship and&lt;br /&gt;I hope he is too&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Me and him are fine. We are both perfectly fine, but i'm writing this because one of my foundation friend just broke things off with her boyfriend of 4 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really sorry for what had happened to her and i hope she can make it through someday. It takes time to heal, believe me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My ex was a jerk also, but time will heal everything. Ok babes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid of breaking up with my boyfriend of 3 years also. Hence, i always try to improve things between us to keep the sparkle on. Relationship is toughlah no matter how you see it.&lt;br /&gt;Dont just hope for things to get well, instead move your ass and do something about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i'm not a relationship expertlah, it is just one of my opinions. And it works well for me. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To this lady, you will get through this alright. I ask jarrod bring you out for booze okays?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1850483828045117191-3119828998051206742?l=dovesofdoves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dovesofdoves.blogspot.com/feeds/3119828998051206742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1850483828045117191&amp;postID=3119828998051206742&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1850483828045117191/posts/default/3119828998051206742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1850483828045117191/posts/default/3119828998051206742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dovesofdoves.blogspot.com/2009/01/love-just-come-and-go.html' title='Love Just Come And Go'/><author><name>Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01965100520630902066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gKVLFgsYOe8/StYD_AHT-tI/AAAAAAAAAI4/0Blp1slfV74/S220/DSC08604.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1850483828045117191.post-7736843707789491236</id><published>2008-12-25T08:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T09:11:45.486-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taiwan Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gKVLFgsYOe8/SVO8sGLQ9cI/AAAAAAAAAFc/dg4xb9KPbRE/s1600-h/DSC00840.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283774253593851330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gKVLFgsYOe8/SVO8sGLQ9cI/AAAAAAAAAFc/dg4xb9KPbRE/s320/DSC00840.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gKVLFgsYOe8/SVO8vTtY5dI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Tumk5aCv6Uw/s1600-h/DSC00822.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283774308766246354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gKVLFgsYOe8/SVO8vTtY5dI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Tumk5aCv6Uw/s320/DSC00822.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gKVLFgsYOe8/SVO8s6wscoI/AAAAAAAAAFk/srKx2tEWIFo/s1600-h/DSC00821.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283774267709485698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gKVLFgsYOe8/SVO8s6wscoI/AAAAAAAAAFk/srKx2tEWIFo/s320/DSC00821.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gKVLFgsYOe8/SVO8rcpxwpI/AAAAAAAAAFU/oh04OA5UI9U/s1600-h/DSC00784.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283774242447540882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gKVLFgsYOe8/SVO8rcpxwpI/AAAAAAAAAFU/oh04OA5UI9U/s320/DSC00784.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gKVLFgsYOe8/SVO8qwgibsI/AAAAAAAAAFM/BxTuiV3Z8cY/s1600-h/DSC00772.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283774230597627586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gKVLFgsYOe8/SVO8qwgibsI/AAAAAAAAAFM/BxTuiV3Z8cY/s320/DSC00772.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1850483828045117191-7736843707789491236?l=dovesofdoves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dovesofdoves.blogspot.com/feeds/7736843707789491236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1850483828045117191&amp;postID=7736843707789491236&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1850483828045117191/posts/default/7736843707789491236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1850483828045117191/posts/default/7736843707789491236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dovesofdoves.blogspot.com/2008/12/taiwan-trip.html' title='Taiwan Trip'/><author><name>Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01965100520630902066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gKVLFgsYOe8/StYD_AHT-tI/AAAAAAAAAI4/0Blp1slfV74/S220/DSC08604.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gKVLFgsYOe8/SVO8sGLQ9cI/AAAAAAAAAFc/dg4xb9KPbRE/s72-c/DSC00840.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1850483828045117191.post-8423564735205734923</id><published>2008-12-09T08:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:51:11.965-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn Bitch 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Before my eye infection, something bad happened to my mother. She was infected with viral fever and the symptons are like rashes, high fever and joint pains. On sunday, me,dad and sis was suppose to go for this wedding dinner in Klang. So we did, because mummy was feeling much better. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;But once we are there, our maid, Lilia called saying "sir,come back fast!!" Daddy heard this phone call and rush to me asking for keys and i quickly gave him without asking. All he said was something happen to mummy. I obviously freaked out and called home. I called and ask what is going on? Lilia say" call sir come back quick" and she hang up just like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I was so scared and vulnerable because i'm in Klang. Of all places i was so damn far from home and mummy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I know my dad will be speeding back, and i worried for his sake. I think and think and i remembered our neighbour Auntie Julie. I called her house and her son, Xian Hor picked up. I explain the situation to him and ask his mum to go to our house and fetch mummy to the hospital. Auntie Julie went right after she get the call from her son. I felt much better because she live very near us and she will be a great help when no one is around. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Next thing i called my dad to let him know Auntie Julie is there and make sure he don't drive so fast home. Then my uncle called my cousin. Ah Bor and her husband rushed from Cheras to our house to help out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;The situation at home....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Mummy fainted and she was barely conscious. Lilia and Cham keep on waking her up calling "mom..mom..mom, mom wake up"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Lilia was so scared and she ask Cham to rub oil on mummy to make her warm. While rubbing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Lilia kept on calling mum non stop until mummy wake up. Mummy did after awhile and start vomitting out. She vomitted a lot a lot and because of over vomitting her body was very very weak. And mummy told lilia her tummy and legs are very hard. Lilia quickly use a string and tie mummy tummy so that the air in her tummy won't go up her lungs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Auntie Julie was there already and then cousin reach and decided to bring mummy to Pantai right away. Daddy met them there. So mummy was on IV to regain her strength back due to over vomitting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;At Klang dinner place...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I was nervous, going to cry real soon, at the nerve of breaking down. Then uncle told us wanna leave now? And i quickly say "yes,lets leave right now" Uncle drove to Pantai and i went and see mummy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Doctor say its not dengue, but viral fever and she vomitted because she took some fruit. She was suppose to take a small amount of it, but she took one full glass which caused this problem. Then, daddy decided to admit mummy into the ward. And i went home, changed, pack mummy clothes, my stuff, some bread for her and off to hospital again. That night i stayed with her. I didn't sleep, didn't eat. I just stayed there looking at mummy. I tried to sleep of course but it was so hard. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;At 7am, daddy came and i went to grab myself a coffee. Mummy was feeling much better and insisted that she discharge in the afternoon. She started making noise because she want to leave the hospital which was so annoying. But at least she is making noise right. So we left the hospital around 3 something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Later in the evening, i got diarrhea and i started vommitting also. I think it was because of the lack of sleep and no food. But i was alright the next day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The pissing off part was when my aunt didn't help any bit. She was watching movie downstairs and when Lilia called her she didn't reply. AFTER AWHILE, only she walk up and ask what happened which Lilia replied in an angry tone "when i call you why didn't come. Where you went?" All she did was stand there and she DID NOT EVEN CALL MY DAD!!! My youngest sis called my dad, I called neighbour and my uncle called my cousin. She called NO ONE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not know about this until my maid told me after the incident. I told them my aunt is waiting for mummy to die. And after this, my aunt have the guts to tell my mum, " next time don't call neighbour". My aunt is worried of her reputation that she is willing to let my mummy life be at risk. THAT BITCH! THAT DAMN BITCH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day when this happen to her, i will go shower for 30 minutes, take time wearing my attire and walk so damn slow. Then have a nice dinner and then only i send her to the hospital. Maybe after so long, she might be dead, so i'll just send her to the cemetery and throw her body there to rott!! Seriously, i am so damn pissed off at her right now. She will PAY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1850483828045117191-8423564735205734923?l=dovesofdoves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dovesofdoves.blogspot.com/feeds/8423564735205734923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1850483828045117191&amp;postID=8423564735205734923&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1850483828045117191/posts/default/8423564735205734923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1850483828045117191/posts/default/8423564735205734923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dovesofdoves.blogspot.com/2008/12/damn-bitch-1.html' title='Damn Bitch 1'/><author><name>Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01965100520630902066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gKVLFgsYOe8/StYD_AHT-tI/AAAAAAAAAI4/0Blp1slfV74/S220/DSC08604.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1850483828045117191.post-5194842304001606310</id><published>2008-12-09T07:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:12:12.645-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eye Ulser Infection</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Yeah, that was what i got. How it happen? Well, the day before(tuesday) i ter-slept with it. But it was alright when i woke up. Usual lah, go home and snore like a pig. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;The next day, i couldn't open my eye and when i did, i couldn't really see anything. So i was partially blind one eye and another eye so damn pretty. yeah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;And wednesday which is the day i couldn't see, i was suppose to go and sign my work contract with the lady, but i couldn't since my eye is all red and ugly. I gave her a called and told her that i'm sorry because i couldn't make it. Bloody hell, i couldn't even see, how to drive? We scheduled to meet on friday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;That was done, and next i called my mummy and told her "mummy, my eye is all red and i cannot see right now, so we need to go see a doctor quickly" She said "HAHHHHH, okay okay, i find a doctor at pantai now"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Mummy work her thing and called the gynae nurse. mummy say" eh, my daughter cannot see now, how? Any doctor for suggestion since now so late already(happened around 3pm)? gynae nurse suggested Dato Dr Ramani.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;So mummy drove home and whisk me off to Pantai Bangsar. Registered and waited for my turn. Doctor saw my eye and say, "girl, you got ulser in your eye which is because of contact lens" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Then she ask, "did you sleep with it?" And with a very sad face i said "yes"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;So then she say, "see the black dot in youe eye ball there. That is the ulser. And you are lucky enough to come in early once you got this infection. Because if you didn't you will be blind in 24 hours" She continue saying " how did you wash your contact lens?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I told her "first i take it off, and wash it with the cleanser thingy,  then i put it in the container and dip it with another cleanser" She was quite satisfied with the steps. But she reminded me to not &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;a. sleep with it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;b. wear it for such a long time. Maximum would be 7 hours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;c. dry the container when i wear the lens in the morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;So oklah, NEXT she say, "okay now we have to inject your eye"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I was "huh? What did you say doctor? Did you just say you want to put a long needle into my eye?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;She said, "Yes dear,&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; i will have to give you a jab in your EYE BALL&lt;/span&gt;. Its for antibiotic sake."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;CRAPP, NOW I'M IN DEEP SHIT!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Then, i  lay down on the seat and the nurse gave me local anesthetic(just like putting on eye drops). And i waited for the doctor to come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I saw her walking towards me with a very VERY long needle. She said "Open your eye girl" So i open my eye and saw her hands coming real close to me. She was using her left fingers to open my eye and the right finger getting ready to inject. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;She inject and start pushing the medicine into my eye. And guess what? I felt it. I felt the entire process of jabbing my eye ball. The feeling was like erm, before you extract your teeth, your suppose to get a jab, and when the dentist start to push the anesthetic in, you feel it stingy. It was exactly the same feeling when she jab me in the eye ball. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;And it was done after a few second. Honestly, she have very good hands and i suggest her to everyone wearing contacts. You might get it in the future okayy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;And i went home with strict instructions to put eye drops every 2 hours. Doctor also told me that if i don't heal tomorrow, i will have to be admitted into hospital right away and be treated with serious medication and higher dosage. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Next day, I woke up and shit, my eye is still so bloody red and the ulser is still there. So i start packing because i know i have to admitted into hospital. I went to see the doctor again, and she gave me good news.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;She said" the lupus(or something like that) isn't there anymore. So now when you see the ligh your eyes won't feel that uncomfortable" So, okay good progress. I'm quite happy with it since its not that serious anymore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;This ulser infection is actually a very serious infection in the eye because you may lose your sight. So those that have not get this yet, i suggest be very hygiene with your contacts. This infection is a pain in the butthole(worse than ass). And you are not permitted to wear contacts for a month. Also, the redness in the eye will be gone in about 3 to 4 weeks. The ulser scar will heal in 3 months time. See how serious this is!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I was quite alright with this, but the worse scenario was to say no to the job. And this job is something that i have been looking forward too. Its a job as an usherer and the pay is freaking awesome. I need to work for 10 days and i will be paid RM1800! And its an event job which is what i want to experience on. I was very happy when i got pass the selection stage, unfortunately, i am unable to work because of my eye. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;So i told Jay C with a very sad tone and let her know that i am really sorry. I was thinking to meet her and apologize face to face. Should I? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;My eye is still in progress, and it have been 2 weeks and the redness is still there. And i have been wearing my spectacles which i think i look damn nerdy in. But, but some friends told me i look SMART and SEXY in it. =))) Owh well, i am smart and sexy, and even glasses can't shut my sexiness out. =p Shit, you guys are gonna puke soon right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;The happy things, my birthday is coming up, i'm also getting a new phone soon. Should be the Nokia E66 one. And i'm going to taiwan this week. Can't wait for presents from him and FRIENDS. *Ehem*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Owh yah, my eye specialist is Dato Ramani, located at the Pantai Bangsar old wing. She will be in from 3pm onwards because in the morning she will be in Tun Hussein Onn. She charge you rm60 per visit. But she is very good. Afterall  she did jab my eye ball with a huge needle stick ya. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1850483828045117191-5194842304001606310?l=dovesofdoves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dovesofdoves.blogspot.com/feeds/5194842304001606310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1850483828045117191&amp;postID=5194842304001606310&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1850483828045117191/posts/default/5194842304001606310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1850483828045117191/posts/default/5194842304001606310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dovesofdoves.blogspot.com/2008/12/eye-ulser-infection.html' title='Eye Ulser Infection'/><author><name>Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01965100520630902066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gKVLFgsYOe8/StYD_AHT-tI/AAAAAAAAAI4/0Blp1slfV74/S220/DSC08604.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1850483828045117191.post-6384983793774639848</id><published>2008-11-11T10:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T11:27:37.548-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Journey Through Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gKVLFgsYOe8/SRnXbi_QuVI/AAAAAAAAAE8/g2gjcWbd67E/s1600-h/DSC00677.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267478107435088210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gKVLFgsYOe8/SRnXbi_QuVI/AAAAAAAAAE8/g2gjcWbd67E/s320/DSC00677.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Recently, i went for an interview at Starhill. If selected, i would be an usherer for an event titled "A Journey Through Time 11" hosted by Francis Yeoh himself. It is a huge event which will last for 11 days. This event is basically an exhibition about world finest jewellery and watches,some one of a kind too. So i went for the interview, put my best foot forward and some confidence. I lack in experience as compare to other people because i never really work before except for celcom job. But i make sure that i let the interviewer know i'm here to work hard and gain experience. After two days from the interview, which is today, I got a call from the agent saying i got the job. I was happy, excited and nervous. Unfortunately, my friend was not selected with reasons i do not know. I can't wait for the day to come and i'm sure this event will give me a lot of experience that some people won't be able to get. So do come and visit, its at StarHill Dec 4 to 14. I'll be flying off to taiwan on the 14th so i'll be missing the closing ceremony. Sigh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;The link is here &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.raleighinternational.org.my/06A.php"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;http://www.raleighinternational.org.my/06A.php&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;And i just did a very funny thing, i googled his name and i saw raleigh international kuala lumpur. Its a journey he went for after he finish his SPM. This erm, aiyoh i don't know what to call the event. This raleigh thingy was a period of 3 months at Sabah without line connection. You are basically cut off from the world and its only you and your racksack and other people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I remember clearly what happen when he told me he will be leaving kl for 3 months. First, i cried and ask him not to go. But, he did not listen because he paid for it already and he have to go. Second, we just got together not too long and he have to leave already, which suck core. Third, i waited for his call until 4am without sleeping. I tried making him not to go because i know i'm not the long distance person and i will end things with him eventually, but yet this strong headed guy choose to go ahead with it. In the end, i broke things off with him when his there because i couldn't take it and we started off bad. He came back after 2 1/2 months there, and he got dengue. This tall guy was so scared off needle that he choose not to enter a hospital and instead he drank a lot of water to cleanse his body. Silly boy!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Of course we got back!!! We are still together until today this very moment and very much in love. =))) Sure, i ended things a few times, but we got back together again after a few minutes. One night, after i ended things, my sis told me he is quite a great guy and i won't find another guy like him anymore and am i really sure that i want to end things with him. So i thought about it and imagine him holding another girl hand. Damn that feeling wasn't nice. I feel so sad and down that i come to realize i will always always want him back. He already is "the one" without me knowing it until that particular night.From that night, i promise him that will never say break up anymore. It took me long to realize his the one for me, the one i want to spend all my life with. But its not too late to realize it and appreciate this relationship even more. And i'm appreciating this relationship even more than ever. It took me long, but i'm already at the final end. I love You darling =*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1850483828045117191-6384983793774639848?l=dovesofdoves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dovesofdoves.blogspot.com/feeds/6384983793774639848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1850483828045117191&amp;postID=6384983793774639848&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1850483828045117191/posts/default/6384983793774639848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1850483828045117191/posts/default/6384983793774639848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dovesofdoves.blogspot.com/2008/11/journey-through-time.html' title='A Journey Through Time'/><author><name>Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01965100520630902066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gKVLFgsYOe8/StYD_AHT-tI/AAAAAAAAAI4/0Blp1slfV74/S220/DSC08604.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gKVLFgsYOe8/SRnXbi_QuVI/AAAAAAAAAE8/g2gjcWbd67E/s72-c/DSC00677.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1850483828045117191.post-8085911611296338837</id><published>2008-11-11T10:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T10:55:08.117-08:00</updated><title type='text'>From An Outsider Point Of View</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;There isn't any point being angry or sad anymore as things have come to an end. And i guess it is good for her since there isn't much hope left. I tried to not think about this, but i guess its easier said then done. Now i finally understand why are there so many organization founded outside to help other people. It is because the people know what victims are going through and it hurt them as well even though they are not part of it. I now hope that i can join the organization and help other people in need. For him and her, this chapter has ended. And thus, a new beginning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1850483828045117191-8085911611296338837?l=dovesofdoves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dovesofdoves.blogspot.com/feeds/8085911611296338837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1850483828045117191&amp;postID=8085911611296338837&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1850483828045117191/posts/default/8085911611296338837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1850483828045117191/posts/default/8085911611296338837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dovesofdoves.blogspot.com/2008/11/from-outsider-point-of-view.html' title='From An Outsider Point Of View'/><author><name>Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01965100520630902066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gKVLFgsYOe8/StYD_AHT-tI/AAAAAAAAAI4/0Blp1slfV74/S220/DSC08604.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1850483828045117191.post-7060688141327086061</id><published>2008-10-31T09:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T09:35:35.358-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3 Ways In Making Your Boyfriend Happy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;He told me to not cause any trouble to other people when it is none of my business. Owh well, i shall drop my mighty plan. Not that angry anymore. But still a little bit =/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Owhh, i found out a new way in making Him happy when i make him sad or angry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;1st Jump on him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;2nd pour kisses on him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;3rd his happy alright =)))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Cheap and affordable *smiles*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1850483828045117191-7060688141327086061?l=dovesofdoves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dovesofdoves.blogspot.com/feeds/7060688141327086061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1850483828045117191&amp;postID=7060688141327086061&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1850483828045117191/posts/default/7060688141327086061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1850483828045117191/posts/default/7060688141327086061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dovesofdoves.blogspot.com/2008/10/3-ways-in-making-your-boyfriend-happy.html' title='3 Ways In Making Your Boyfriend Happy'/><author><name>Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01965100520630902066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gKVLFgsYOe8/StYD_AHT-tI/AAAAAAAAAI4/0Blp1slfV74/S220/DSC08604.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1850483828045117191.post-3201401082049154765</id><published>2008-10-29T09:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T09:10:11.077-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stab Stab Stab Stab</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Damn Damn Damn Damn cibai. Urgh! I just saw some pics and some comments from him/her to another person. Seriously i feel so damn angry right now i wanna take my kitchen knife and chop him/her into pieces. Tak tau malu punya lelaki/perempuan. Don't you feel guilty about all the flirting going on around so OPENLY when you know your partner might read it? Bah, i don't think you will ever care since your eyes is at your big ugly butt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BAHHHHHHHHH, how to sleep when i'm so damn angry. =/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1850483828045117191-3201401082049154765?l=dovesofdoves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dovesofdoves.blogspot.com/feeds/3201401082049154765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1850483828045117191&amp;postID=3201401082049154765&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1850483828045117191/posts/default/3201401082049154765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1850483828045117191/posts/default/3201401082049154765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dovesofdoves.blogspot.com/2008/10/stab-stab-stab-stab.html' title='Stab Stab Stab Stab'/><author><name>Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01965100520630902066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gKVLFgsYOe8/StYD_AHT-tI/AAAAAAAAAI4/0Blp1slfV74/S220/DSC08604.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1850483828045117191.post-1818798474226397300</id><published>2008-10-26T11:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T11:28:01.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Open Your Eyes Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Today is the story about bf and his friend. Guy name will be L and girlfriend name will be M.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Bitching starts now ya..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;L is a flirtatious guy with ok ok looks only. And when he likes a girl he will tell his gf M. Weird? The weird thing is, his gf don't do anything about it. She don't slap, throw temper or anything at L. WEIRD! And he sometimes flirt like hell with other girls and once said to another girl that he will dump his gf and wait for her. Gf reads the message and guess what? SHE IS STILL WITH HIM!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Sigh, i don't know why she is doing this to herself when her bf is obviously a jerk and a dumb ass. What is the point being with him when obviously his ready to dump her for another girl?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;If you say love, then fuck love! Some says love is blind. But honestly, love isn't blind. Can love blind you from reality? Can love blind you from sorrow and heartache your feeling? HECK NO!The fact that he will dump you for a girl whom he know not too long ago, have already proven that his a guy not worth being with anymore. His not worth your love, your heart and your tears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;If you think that by being there for him, he wil one day realize his mistake and come say sorry to you, then your so damn blind and wrong. Mistake happens and we can never change it. But from what i know, he is still doing it. He is still flirting when your not around. I don't know what is going on in your mind, but as an outsider, i cannot wait to punch him in his ugly face!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Seriously seriously seriously&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;If love is blind, then i would have had sex with my first bf at the age of 16 and may be pregnant by now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;The feeling of love might blind you, but your eyes are definitely not blind. As i recalled, your studying for your degree right now. Sigh, how i wish i know you, but i don't. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I say dump L, kick him at his balls A FEW TIMES, and tell him his worth nothing to you. If you want to cry, hold it back and cry when nobody sees you. Or cry infront of his classmates which is also your friends. Get back at him and get even!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1850483828045117191-1818798474226397300?l=dovesofdoves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dovesofdoves.blogspot.com/feeds/1818798474226397300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1850483828045117191&amp;postID=1818798474226397300&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1850483828045117191/posts/default/1818798474226397300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1850483828045117191/posts/default/1818798474226397300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dovesofdoves.blogspot.com/2008/10/open-your-eyes-girl.html' title='Open Your Eyes Girl'/><author><name>Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01965100520630902066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gKVLFgsYOe8/StYD_AHT-tI/AAAAAAAAAI4/0Blp1slfV74/S220/DSC08604.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1850483828045117191.post-8373718404698098047</id><published>2008-10-21T11:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T11:35:31.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quanttro Club Part 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Club Quanttro was the first ever clubbing event that me and John went. Yeah yeah, we've been together for 2 years 6 months and we never club together. Yada..yada..yada. What to do, i got curfew and he dont dance,drink or smoke. We'r a goody type of couple. Hahs! So yeah, the event was on a friday i think. I have a very bad memory =/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Basically, this new club is located at Avenue K (which is damn kosong) right opposite KLCC, and the difference between this club and any other club is only one thing. This club have 4 different section in it which represents 4 different season. They have the winter, autumn, spring and summer. Everything is just so erm normal and there is no dance floor. Sad case! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Few pictures up!!!! Pictures not taken by me because people that know me should know me well enough that i am not a camwhore type of girl. Yeaps! So the camwhore of that night was... tada... John a.k.a The BF.. I think his becoming gay. wtf!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Question!!! What would you feel when your partner dump you for another person?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Obviously betrayed right. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;But the twist here is, Your partner would be dumping you because he/she turn gay/lesbian.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Get it?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Basically, his dumping you for another guy / and she's dumping you for another girl?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Get it?? I'm sure you do. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1850483828045117191-8373718404698098047?l=dovesofdoves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dovesofdoves.blogspot.com/feeds/8373718404698098047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1850483828045117191&amp;postID=8373718404698098047&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1850483828045117191/posts/default/8373718404698098047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1850483828045117191/posts/default/8373718404698098047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dovesofdoves.blogspot.com/2008/10/quanttro-club-part-3.html' title='Quanttro Club Part 3'/><author><name>Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01965100520630902066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gKVLFgsYOe8/StYD_AHT-tI/AAAAAAAAAI4/0Blp1slfV74/S220/DSC08604.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1850483828045117191.post-7223721514620287236</id><published>2008-10-21T11:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T11:18:59.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quanttro Club Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gKVLFgsYOe8/SP4c4FN48pI/AAAAAAAAADs/vphkyQlhZwo/s1600-h/DSC00648.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259673164614005394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gKVLFgsYOe8/SP4c4FN48pI/AAAAAAAAADs/vphkyQlhZwo/s320/DSC00648.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gKVLFgsYOe8/SP4c4au0MsI/AAAAAAAAAD0/-dYm6q9sNR4/s1600-h/DSC00661.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259673170389250754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gKVLFgsYOe8/SP4c4au0MsI/AAAAAAAAAD0/-dYm6q9sNR4/s320/DSC00661.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gKVLFgsYOe8/SP4c5XtZiDI/AAAAAAAAAD8/78sdqAMhAns/s1600-h/DSC00641.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259673186757871666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gKVLFgsYOe8/SP4c5XtZiDI/AAAAAAAAAD8/78sdqAMhAns/s320/DSC00641.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gKVLFgsYOe8/SP4c6Mzp7uI/AAAAAAAAAEE/QTt94aWoUM4/s1600-h/DSC00639.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259673201011191522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gKVLFgsYOe8/SP4c6Mzp7uI/AAAAAAAAAEE/QTt94aWoUM4/s320/DSC00639.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1850483828045117191-7223721514620287236?l=dovesofdoves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dovesofdoves.blogspot.com/feeds/7223721514620287236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1850483828045117191&amp;postID=7223721514620287236&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1850483828045117191/posts/default/7223721514620287236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1850483828045117191/posts/default/7223721514620287236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dovesofdoves.blogspot.com/2008/10/quanttro-club-part-2.html' title='Quanttro Club Part 2'/><author><name>Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01965100520630902066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gKVLFgsYOe8/StYD_AHT-tI/AAAAAAAAAI4/0Blp1slfV74/S220/DSC08604.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gKVLFgsYOe8/SP4c4FN48pI/AAAAAAAAADs/vphkyQlhZwo/s72-c/DSC00648.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1850483828045117191.post-8599956570444373756</id><published>2008-10-21T10:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T11:19:55.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quanttro Club Part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gKVLFgsYOe8/SP4aZoPVXNI/AAAAAAAAADM/uzqJZGisKKs/s1600-h/DSC00638.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259670442416102610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gKVLFgsYOe8/SP4aZoPVXNI/AAAAAAAAADM/uzqJZGisKKs/s320/DSC00638.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gKVLFgsYOe8/SP4aZxg4mzI/AAAAAAAAADU/sPZjtMXNiic/s1600-h/DSC00643.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259670444905634610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gKVLFgsYOe8/SP4aZxg4mzI/AAAAAAAAADU/sPZjtMXNiic/s320/DSC00643.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gKVLFgsYOe8/SP4acD9b0hI/AAAAAAAAADc/wlSiJmhOGUU/s1600-h/DSC00647.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259670484216959506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gKVLFgsYOe8/SP4acD9b0hI/AAAAAAAAADc/wlSiJmhOGUU/s320/DSC00647.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gKVLFgsYOe8/SP4adW-mS8I/AAAAAAAAADk/l4yK3LJQfAg/s1600-h/DSC00656.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259670506501983170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gKVLFgsYOe8/SP4adW-mS8I/AAAAAAAAADk/l4yK3LJQfAg/s320/DSC00656.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1850483828045117191-8599956570444373756?l=dovesofdoves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dovesofdoves.blogspot.com/feeds/8599956570444373756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1850483828045117191&amp;postID=8599956570444373756&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1850483828045117191/posts/default/8599956570444373756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1850483828045117191/posts/default/8599956570444373756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dovesofdoves.blogspot.com/2008/10/quanttro-club.html' title='Quanttro Club Part 1'/><author><name>Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01965100520630902066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gKVLFgsYOe8/StYD_AHT-tI/AAAAAAAAAI4/0Blp1slfV74/S220/DSC08604.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gKVLFgsYOe8/SP4aZoPVXNI/AAAAAAAAADM/uzqJZGisKKs/s72-c/DSC00638.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1850483828045117191.post-768706834351217203</id><published>2008-10-13T05:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T05:21:16.998-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Adulterous Bitch</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gKVLFgsYOe8/SPM6PEYBNLI/AAAAAAAAAC8/9Pa61SeiniU/s1600-h/DSC00588.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256609220618433714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gKVLFgsYOe8/SPM6PEYBNLI/AAAAAAAAAC8/9Pa61SeiniU/s320/DSC00588.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gKVLFgsYOe8/SPM6PfLmSgI/AAAAAAAAADE/c_sRB8KGPQA/s1600-h/DSC00589.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256609227814095362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gKVLFgsYOe8/SPM6PfLmSgI/AAAAAAAAADE/c_sRB8KGPQA/s320/DSC00589.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Because my degree will only start next year, i'm basically very very free right now. I do nothing except shit, eat, sleep, and play PSP. Owh, anyone with PSP go download this game "brave story". It's very nice and its RPG game ya. Pictures above was taken at Yuen steamboat at sunway. Honestly, the food is normal. So don't go act so stupid and line up outside just to try it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Read the paper today and this article in StarTwo caught my attention. It's about adultery and why men or women cheat and tips on whether your men is cheating. The writer wrote about this person Beijinger Wang Fei. This men had an affair with a 23 year old women, and his wife, Jiang Nan found out. His wife then jump on the 24th floor. This incident was so hot in the internet that caused Wang Fei and his bitch sacked from their job an even hunted down for revenge. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"A blood debt must be repaid with blood"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Link to it,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://zonaeuropa.com/20080120_1.htm"&gt;http://zonaeuropa.com/20080120_1.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1850483828045117191-768706834351217203?l=dovesofdoves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dovesofdoves.blogspot.com/feeds/768706834351217203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1850483828045117191&amp;postID=768706834351217203&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1850483828045117191/posts/default/768706834351217203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1850483828045117191/posts/default/768706834351217203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dovesofdoves.blogspot.com/2008/10/adulterous-bitch.html' title='Adulterous Bitch'/><author><name>Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01965100520630902066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gKVLFgsYOe8/StYD_AHT-tI/AAAAAAAAAI4/0Blp1slfV74/S220/DSC08604.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gKVLFgsYOe8/SPM6PEYBNLI/AAAAAAAAAC8/9Pa61SeiniU/s72-c/DSC00588.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1850483828045117191.post-2437560847675318068</id><published>2008-10-08T11:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T11:51:26.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cool Mrs Choo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Miss Choo got into a car accident today. She was fetching her lil sis to school and stupid tree branch blocked the road. All cars started reversing so did she. When she reverse, she check the back mirror and changed gear to R. Then some hon later BABP! She checked the mirror and saw a big four wheel drive and a woman saying "stupid one ah". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;She let the woman go first and both of them stopped at a place. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Woman walk down to check her car then say "next time see carefully mah". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;She say "sorry auntie, is your car alright?". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Auntie say" nothing happen to the car, just becareful next time"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Then auntie drove off, and Miss Choo continue driving. She went home and told parents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Mummy ask "what car you drive?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;She say "pajeroloh"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Mummy then replied "pajero ah,then nevermindlah"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Miss Choo said "owh ok" and went back to sleep like a pig until 3pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;How cunted is that? =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;p/s : nothing happen to both car. No scratches at all. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1850483828045117191-2437560847675318068?l=dovesofdoves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dovesofdoves.blogspot.com/feeds/2437560847675318068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1850483828045117191&amp;postID=2437560847675318068&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1850483828045117191/posts/default/2437560847675318068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1850483828045117191/posts/default/2437560847675318068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dovesofdoves.blogspot.com/2008/10/cool-mrs-choo.html' title='Cool Mrs Choo'/><author><name>Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01965100520630902066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gKVLFgsYOe8/StYD_AHT-tI/AAAAAAAAAI4/0Blp1slfV74/S220/DSC08604.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1850483828045117191.post-5648118665312373717</id><published>2008-09-30T10:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T11:02:43.244-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I like it because it cleans up the place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;It washes dirty things away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;It clears people mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;And &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;raining&lt;/span&gt; makes me calm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;It's soothing. To me i guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1850483828045117191-5648118665312373717?l=dovesofdoves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dovesofdoves.blogspot.com/feeds/5648118665312373717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1850483828045117191&amp;postID=5648118665312373717&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1850483828045117191/posts/default/5648118665312373717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1850483828045117191/posts/default/5648118665312373717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dovesofdoves.blogspot.com/2008/09/rain.html' title='Rain'/><author><name>Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01965100520630902066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gKVLFgsYOe8/StYD_AHT-tI/AAAAAAAAAI4/0Blp1slfV74/S220/DSC08604.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1850483828045117191.post-242297698649484208</id><published>2008-09-20T12:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T12:54:38.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>20th Birthday Baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gKVLFgsYOe8/SNVStr5fnuI/AAAAAAAAACA/NkJEqZCV7dE/s1600-h/DSC00622.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248191885601644258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gKVLFgsYOe8/SNVStr5fnuI/AAAAAAAAACA/NkJEqZCV7dE/s320/DSC00622.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gKVLFgsYOe8/SNVSudsaI8I/AAAAAAAAACI/8w-DoKK1p3w/s1600-h/DSC00623.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248191898968531906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gKVLFgsYOe8/SNVSudsaI8I/AAAAAAAAACI/8w-DoKK1p3w/s320/DSC00623.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gKVLFgsYOe8/SNVSu63kzXI/AAAAAAAAACQ/7TuJrUmcASA/s1600-h/DSC00630.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248191906799996274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gKVLFgsYOe8/SNVSu63kzXI/AAAAAAAAACQ/7TuJrUmcASA/s320/DSC00630.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;What have i been up to lately?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Damn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Owh yeah, GOOD NEWS, I PASS ALL MY SUBJECTS AND I CAN NOW ENTER DEGREE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Finally i am free from HELP. Owh, good bless. amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I no longer need to walk down the stupid long hallway, no longer need to tahan some lecturer muka, no longer need to find for bloody parking, no longer need to be in foundation anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;So,then after knowing that i pass all my subject, shit! I don't know what to study for degree.&lt;br /&gt;Then,headache as usual lah thinking of what to study. If take law, it will be tough and i might fail. I better not take. Next is mass comm. I so wanna take mass comm but when i went and enquire about it, the cert would be under HELP. Damn stupid right. Buhbye to mass comm. Now i can die. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;What am i going to study? This cannot that cannot. Yahlah, i got a lot of excuses one. Since i don't know what to study, daddy suggested that i take business. Oklah, business quite alright.&lt;br /&gt;Business degree then. Another shit! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Which uni should i enter? I don't wanna enter HELP anymore because i am so bored with it. And i need to take the bus to class everyday. Bloody Hell!! Next option is taylors, sunway, and monash. Taylors accepted, but i hate the environmentlah. Parking hard to find, so cacated building and lala-ish people. Taylors is out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Then its Sunway. Sunway look fine, got own parking and people there like study type. One choice.Last is Monash which i bloody like so much. The campus is new, own parking and everything look so nice. Yes, i look at the outer phrase first. But hor, i don't have enough credit to enter. Then the councellor advise me to ask HELP for my marks. My exact marks might help me enter. Oklah, quite true also what she say. Then i desperately ask HELP to give me my markslah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Bloody stupid ass HELP say, "owh its a policy to not reveal marks to students". Uncle auntie, i pay okay for my education. And i study okay for my scores. Then they come and tell me this shit. FUCKERS. Since they don't let, then sis suggested that i bring daddy there. Before, i bring daddy there, i told him " daddy go there must scold them okay". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;We went to HELP and straight away daddy say " you will work this out for my daughter. don't take her and turn and turn her around. release her marks and work it out for her" And the HMC(my department) staff only said "yes sir,i will work it out". SO funny =)))) Proud of Choo daddy.&lt;br /&gt;So then everything settle, i can contact Monash to see whether i reach the requirement. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;But Nottingham Unis intake will be soon. So, sis say try notts. I didn't wait for monash because notts intake is very soon. And i knew it myself that i might not get to enter. So monash is out. Next day, went to notts to enquire more. Freaking farlah. And if drive like that everyday, my petrol will be super expensive.notts is also out because its too far, accomodation full, and low chances of going uk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Last choice is sunway. And i am in sunway now. As in sunway unilah. Registered yesterday and waiting for my intake which is feb 2009. Now i am very free, and so i turn to mei ling and lai yee and keng li. I am a lonely person right now.=(((((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Owh yeah, today is john's birthday. Because of lack of sleep, and i was down with flu, we didn't celebrate much. But we spend the day together playing PSP. =) Then at night we went yum cha with friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Happy birthday darling!! *loves*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1850483828045117191-242297698649484208?l=dovesofdoves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dovesofdoves.blogspot.com/feeds/242297698649484208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1850483828045117191&amp;postID=242297698649484208&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1850483828045117191/posts/default/242297698649484208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1850483828045117191/posts/default/242297698649484208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dovesofdoves.blogspot.com/2008/09/20th-birthday-baby.html' title='20th Birthday Baby'/><author><name>Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01965100520630902066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gKVLFgsYOe8/StYD_AHT-tI/AAAAAAAAAI4/0Blp1slfV74/S220/DSC08604.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gKVLFgsYOe8/SNVStr5fnuI/AAAAAAAAACA/NkJEqZCV7dE/s72-c/DSC00622.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1850483828045117191.post-3726999809668788756</id><published>2008-08-06T09:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T10:16:44.485-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Letter to A Friend, If We Still Are Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Sis is back from uk with her friend which she hate so much just because he likes her. Hmm, sis is so weird maybe its because she got low hormones which result in her being fatty bom bom. =p The sad thing is i'm having exams now and tomorrow will be my last paper, which i stress a lot about : law! After my exams i would have to think of what to study for degree. Time passes so quick. Many things happen lately..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I read my friend blog today and i think we'r no longer friends because she has decided to not be with us anymore. She wrote about her financial, friendship, and health problem. I have known her since primary school and the sad thing about it is, i don't think she ever treated me as her friend before. The betrayel which i still remember until now and the promise i make, that one day i will betray her back as how she did to me. But i never did. I have the thought but never the intention or act to do so,mainly because she is stil my friend. I have treated her as my friend for many many years now, and i hope we'r stil friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;She's quite unlucky in relationship problem and financial and health wise. My advice would be to not hurry in relationship because if your meant to be with him, your meant to be. No one can tear you apart. Financial wise, you said its settle so no worries in that. But club less frequent would help you save money because clubbing is a waste of money. We'r paying them way too much just to have fun in that few hours. We can create the atmosphere when you have a bunch of friends with you, booze around and loud music. Isn't that enough? About your health, i think its fine because you seem fine. But of course, its because you seem fine. Maybe the truth is your hurt from it and as a friend i'm here. But should i still be here for you? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;We might have done some wrong doings here and there, but you gotta admit that you did too which you might not know because sometimes other people see you clearly more than yourself. A friendship for many many years might survive this if there is an open heart is all of us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;That was one of it, and another thing is something that i can never runaway from, relationship. I have come to a point which i don't intend to care anymore about him. Yet i still care because if i wasn't i wouldn't be in this relationship anymore. I still care deeply and i still do love him. But some things are push to the edges and i'm about to fall. I want to fall so i can getaway from this misery, but i'm not willing to lose all the memories, holding hands, kisses and love we share. If i end things with him, i'll be going alone to nirvana, borders, and cinemas. And what about his family? I spend time knowing them and it will all be put to waste when thing end between us. Some say that relationship is between the both of us, but other things are taken into account also when your with this person for 2 years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I don't want to avoid, but i'm just not ready to face it. When i'm ready to face it, it is the moment when i'm ready to start a new chapter in life. I want to be single and have fun with singlehood! And maybe, adopt a baby. NOLAR, i like kids, but to have one is painful and irritating. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Going back to sis, when she's back mummy become more happy, i get lamer and everyone gets happier. Maybe she have the fatty luck in her =) Whenever she's back, she reminds me of our childhood life and all the chaos we bring to the family. We always fight and yell and i'm always being so rebellious to the family. There is a lot of fights going on. And i always always fight with my mummy, but we never fight anymore. I never yell at her, or bang the door to show my anger. I just basically stop fighting with her. I might still not listen to her at times, but we never really fight anymore. Its peace and harmony at home unless that bitch aunt of mine decides to do some crappy shit to the house. I swear to god, i will kick her out of the house when she gets old. muahahahaa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;The truth is i'm suppose to study law and i'm actually halfway to it. I'm drinking tea and eating biscuits and i want to shit but too damn lazy as usual to go to the toilet. =p Back to my book then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1850483828045117191-3726999809668788756?l=dovesofdoves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dovesofdoves.blogspot.com/feeds/3726999809668788756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1850483828045117191&amp;postID=3726999809668788756&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1850483828045117191/posts/default/3726999809668788756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1850483828045117191/posts/default/3726999809668788756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dovesofdoves.blogspot.com/2008/08/letter-to-friend-if-we-still-are.html' title='Letter to A Friend, If We Still Are Friends'/><author><name>Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01965100520630902066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gKVLFgsYOe8/StYD_AHT-tI/AAAAAAAAAI4/0Blp1slfV74/S220/DSC08604.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1850483828045117191.post-7757886130146056816</id><published>2008-07-02T09:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T10:03:39.087-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gKVLFgsYOe8/SGuzZ8YhPRI/AAAAAAAAAA8/EH6qwWfqRmk/s1600-h/DSC00157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218461851525922066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gKVLFgsYOe8/SGuzZ8YhPRI/AAAAAAAAAA8/EH6qwWfqRmk/s320/DSC00157.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gKVLFgsYOe8/SGuzale6Q7I/AAAAAAAAABE/ILAx0VP1TOA/s1600-h/DSC00140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218461862558581682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gKVLFgsYOe8/SGuzale6Q7I/AAAAAAAAABE/ILAx0VP1TOA/s320/DSC00140.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1850483828045117191-7757886130146056816?l=dovesofdoves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dovesofdoves.blogspot.com/feeds/7757886130146056816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1850483828045117191&amp;postID=7757886130146056816&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1850483828045117191/posts/default/7757886130146056816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1850483828045117191/posts/default/7757886130146056816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dovesofdoves.blogspot.com/2008/07/wedding.html' title='Wedding'/><author><name>Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01965100520630902066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gKVLFgsYOe8/StYD_AHT-tI/AAAAAAAAAI4/0Blp1slfV74/S220/DSC08604.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_gKVLFgsYOe8/SGuzZ8YhPRI/AAAAAAAAAA8/EH6qwWfqRmk/s72-c/DSC00157.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1850483828045117191.post-8535167428800828693</id><published>2008-07-01T08:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T09:14:54.942-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Prenuptial</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;In psychology class today, lecturer was talking about marriage and divorce. So then she talked about prenuptial agreements and mediation. Then this very very naive girl thinks that a prenup is a negative way of thinking because you can't see a marriage that will end one day and your preparing for it already. Then she say, why not just don't get married when you might see a divorce in the future. Then she say about trust and we should trust our partner. OMG!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I so feel like killing her in class because she is just so so so SO NAIVE AND DUMB AND STUPID AND THINKS THAT LOVE IS FOREVER. Seriously, nothing is forever, and even if you ask your partner they might just say nothing is forever or he/she can't promise forever. Try asking your partner this question&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Would you love me forever?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Then he/she will most definately say "owh, of course i will darling/honey/sweetypie/dear/chu chu i will love you forever and we will grow old together ya"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Then you go "owh, i love you to etc etc etc"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;But honestly, nothing is forever. I tell him that i love him and all, but to promise forever is hard. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I agree with prenup because it brings us a sense of security. Why not? When a marriage falls apart, and all you have now is tears, heart aches and nothing else. And your ex partner might become so damn cruel to you by asking you to leave their house and take nothing from them. Then what when that happen? Are you gonna say "owh what about forever?" you said you will love me forever? That person will say go to hell and buhbye then your out of the door. So isn't it good to have a prenup? At least before he/she cheats on you by sleeping with sluts or prostitute he/she will now think twice whether its a wise decision or not. GIRL POWER OKAY!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;When i almost want to yell at that girl with all her dumb reasons, Mun Yeu stopped me and say, she is still a teenager, so maybe she think that way and maybe she is not mature yet. =/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1850483828045117191-8535167428800828693?l=dovesofdoves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dovesofdoves.blogspot.com/feeds/8535167428800828693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1850483828045117191&amp;postID=8535167428800828693&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1850483828045117191/posts/default/8535167428800828693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1850483828045117191/posts/default/8535167428800828693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dovesofdoves.blogspot.com/2008/07/prenuptial.html' title='Prenuptial'/><author><name>Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01965100520630902066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gKVLFgsYOe8/StYD_AHT-tI/AAAAAAAAAI4/0Blp1slfV74/S220/DSC08604.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1850483828045117191.post-6957924597181948035</id><published>2008-06-24T10:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T10:21:00.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Good Friend, A Survivor!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gKVLFgsYOe8/SGEsMy52TUI/AAAAAAAAAA0/WjzPyOcJ6zw/s1600-h/P3110076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215498441806204226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gKVLFgsYOe8/SGEsMy52TUI/AAAAAAAAAA0/WjzPyOcJ6zw/s320/P3110076.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                      &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; Jarrod Ng &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;                                                       20 years old&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;                                                       He is available and up for grabs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;                                                       6 feet and more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;                                                       Wants a tall girl(not like me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;                                                       Fluffy and nice to cuddle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;                                                       Bid starts now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Compliments to unforseenable.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Jarrod Ng, 17, and mum, Mrs Pearl Ng, fought to save the teen's leg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;That was one possibility Jarrod Ng, 17, faced.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;The young man was suffering from bone cancer.But thanks to doctors here, his leg was spared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Jarrod still has the use of his leg.But he is one of the many young people worldwide who are suffering from cancer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Every year, 250,000 children are diagnosed with cancer worldwide.And many of them do not have access to proper treatment.To raise awareness of childhood cancers, today has been designated International Childhood Cancer Day (ICCD). (See report on facing page.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;When the diagnosis was handed to Jarrod and his family, after a five-month battle with a pressing pain in his left knee, they were devastated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Their tall, handsome boy was so healthy.He was into playing basketball and enjoying life like any other teenager.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;The nagging pain that would not go away last year had taken them on a round of doctor visits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;TUMOURJarrod said in an interview with The New Paper: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;'I had an MRI done to see what was wrong with my leg and it showed up a huge tumour just below my knee.'The tumour was about 14cm in length and 8cm in width. It was also about 8cm deep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;The reason it was not noticeable earlier was because Jarrod was tall and heavy.He stood at 1.93m and weighed 133kg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;But by the time the Malaysian boy came to Singapore to consult doctors here, the swelling caused by the tumour was visible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Mrs Pearl Ng, Jarrod's mother, said: 'We had heard that there was a very good doctor here who operates on such cases and we wanted Jarrod to have the best care.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;She was referring to senior consultant Emeritus Professor Robert Pho at the National University Hospital (NUH).He pioneered limb salvage surgery for cancer patients.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;The family has spent RM500,000 ($218,000) so far on Jarrod's treatment here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;They have depleted their savings and have also borrowed from family and friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Mrs Ng, a housewife, said: 'I was afraid that Jarrod might lose his leg.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;AMPUTATION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Amputation of the leg in order to remove the tumour was one of the three scenarios doctors painted for the family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;The other scenario: His upper and lower leg bones would be held together with screws until the bones fused to form a straight line.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Then he would not be able to bend his leg at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;The last scenario was one Mrs Ng prayed hard for - that surgeons could remove all the tumour and fit Jarrod with a prosthesis (artificial device used to replace missing body parts), which would allow him to walk again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;On 12 Aug last year, after some initial chemotherapy sessions to shrink the tumour, he underwent an 11-hour operation led by Prof Pho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;The surgeon managed to remove the rest of the tumour from the bone.Prof Pho also removed the lower part of the left femur (thigh bone), the entire knee and a bit of the tibia (the larger of two bones in the leg below the knee).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;With the prosthesis, Jarrod will be able to walk again but he won't be able to play basketball anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Dr Koh Pei Lin, a registrar at NUH, is now looking after Jarrod when he comes here for follow-up treatment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;After the surgery, Jarrod returned to Kuala Lumpur for chemotherapy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;So far, he has undergone 21 courses and will need two more to complete his treatment.He and his mother were in Singapore last week for a check-up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;GOOD PROGNOSISSo far, his prognosis is quite good as the cancer has not spread.Dr Koh said: 'I would say he has a 70 per cent chance of remaining cancer-free for the next five years. And after five years, the chance of relapse is less.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Finally, Mrs Ng and Jarrod say, they can see the light at the end of the tunnel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Mrs Ng added:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;'It's been very, very rough. He felt very sick from the chemotherapy, nauseous and suffered from ulcers in his mouth.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;During the first month of chemotherapy, Jarrod tried to sleep most of the time and ate very little.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;He said: 'Nothing tasted good. I lost over 30kg. Now I weigh 101kg.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;His mother added: 'At the lowest point, he told me that if I would give him a knife, he would kill himself.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Mrs Ng is now worried that Jarrod did not manage to save any sperm.'I'm afraid his future wife might mind,' she said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Jarrod added: 'At that point, it seemed that we were all trying to save my life first.'When someone brought it up, I had already had several sessions of chemotherapy.'So even though I visited the sperm bank three or four times, I could not produce any sperm for freezing.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;But he is not too upset.'I'll adopt! I want to adopt a baby from Ethiopia like Angelina Jolie,' said the cheerful boy, who is aiming to take his O levels next year in Malaysia.He is expected to go back to school in a few months time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;After a few years,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Jarrod is in HMC,currently finishing his last sem in foundation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;His acting damn lan c because his getting a new car and because his going to VW showroom which was my dream. Ehems!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;His hair is curly now but fake curl one. His hair was once straight but due to chemo, his hair became curly,but ugly. =p (mine still nicer than urs)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;He is a victim of bully by me(how lucky of him), but a very good friend of mine also.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;To the ex gf of his, "you just lost something precious,you dumb bitch!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;And Jarrod owe me RM3.00 for secret recipi and starbucks(hopefully) if i get a higher mark than him in business and statistic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1850483828045117191-6957924597181948035?l=dovesofdoves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dovesofdoves.blogspot.com/feeds/6957924597181948035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1850483828045117191&amp;postID=6957924597181948035&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1850483828045117191/posts/default/6957924597181948035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1850483828045117191/posts/default/6957924597181948035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dovesofdoves.blogspot.com/2008/06/one-good-friend-survivor.html' title='One Good Friend, A Survivor!'/><author><name>Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01965100520630902066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gKVLFgsYOe8/StYD_AHT-tI/AAAAAAAAAI4/0Blp1slfV74/S220/DSC08604.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gKVLFgsYOe8/SGEsMy52TUI/AAAAAAAAAA0/WjzPyOcJ6zw/s72-c/P3110076.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1850483828045117191.post-6139491922921117693</id><published>2008-06-22T08:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T08:49:16.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mid Terms Done!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gKVLFgsYOe8/SF5zr_GeXPI/AAAAAAAAAAs/VB0gdt7noOE/s1600-h/DSC00147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214732618051771634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 355px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 276px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="19" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gKVLFgsYOe8/SF5zr_GeXPI/AAAAAAAAAAs/VB0gdt7noOE/s320/DSC00147.JPG" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                        &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Cousin Brother wedding dinner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Finished my mid terms this week and leadership camp is next week. I don't feel like going to some stupid camp just because hmc says so. Besides,i paid for it okay so of course i got a choice whether to go or not. Stupip ass hmc staff!! Then i heard from some of my friends, that one woman in particular likes to change students timetable without telling them. We pay for your salary okay. Can't blame herlah,she also getting old,maybe pms-ing. Why so many pms one?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Some bad news,my friend got into an accident. But she wasn't the one driving,so anyways, a myvi hit a mercedes. The owner of the mercedes came out and took a pen and grab my friend's friend in the neck and stab him in the head. So now my friend's friend have 10 holes in his head. The funny thing is that, this incident can be avoided if passerby helped out. Unfortunately, no one came down from their car to help out. What the hell is wrong with society these days? Are we becoming more and more selfish about our own life and not other people life? IF someone stopped their car and say something, i'm sure that bastard driving the mercedes(he don't even deserve driving one actually)will not be that brave to brutally hurt someone in public. But nope, society are just too cruel these days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Fortunately, people are now speaking up, proving in the recent election of course. Even lawyers walk for justice now. The world is changing, but is it changing for better or worse? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1850483828045117191-6139491922921117693?l=dovesofdoves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dovesofdoves.blogspot.com/feeds/6139491922921117693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1850483828045117191&amp;postID=6139491922921117693&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1850483828045117191/posts/default/6139491922921117693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1850483828045117191/posts/default/6139491922921117693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dovesofdoves.blogspot.com/2008/06/mid-terms-done.html' title='Mid Terms Done!'/><author><name>Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01965100520630902066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gKVLFgsYOe8/StYD_AHT-tI/AAAAAAAAAI4/0Blp1slfV74/S220/DSC08604.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gKVLFgsYOe8/SF5zr_GeXPI/AAAAAAAAAAs/VB0gdt7noOE/s72-c/DSC00147.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1850483828045117191.post-6175035650673372328</id><published>2008-06-06T09:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T09:46:29.231-07:00</updated><title type='text'>His A Guy With Small Nuts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Me and my friends will be washing a lot of cars tomorrow,hopefully. It's for fund raising for an event which i think will not work,but i hope it will. Let's hope the event will work our perfectly fine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Happy news, i went shopping today after so many months. =))) It have been so long since i went shopping. Finally i get to buy some books from borders, bra and comic. I need a pair of skirt and slippers then i'm done. And the bad thing is i'm broke now. And more bad-ness, i need money to buy the stuff tomorrow for the car wash. And i'm left with RM35. damn!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;But i so long didn't go shopping because usually all my money is used on food and food only. How to save money?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;These days the standard of living is getting high plus the price of oil. Food also must eat less, drive also must drive less. OMG! I'm gonna cycle to college now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Coz hor, stupid government increase petrol price from RM1.92 to RM2.60. CB people. Want so much from us for what? Not like they use it for good cause. Coz hor,all money don't know go where. Maybe into someone's pocket. =/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;And somemore,i'm driving the volvo car. And its old. And its 2.5cc. And now petrol naik harga, i feel so pain when i go and pam petrol. ish...SO i told mummy and daddy to change car. But i don't want myvi. I want a better car. Oklah, a lil bit selfish, but people need some satisfaction right? Maybe not,but for me its a yes. And i've been a very good girl okay. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Why good girl?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I don't on the air cond during weekdays to save electricity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;My maximum speed on the road is 60 to save petrol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I don't shop for months, but money still down the drain purely because of food&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;3 reasons enough to prove i'm a good girl. right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;As compare to last time, i think i've been a better spender ever since i started driving. I don't know why,but i somehow realize how much money i'm using for stupid stuff. So better save. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Then hor, mummy give me atm card. And that time,i no more money i was so tempted to take money out,and i did! Took out Rm50 and i feel damn baddddd. Better give her the card tomorrow. If not the money inside confirm getting lesser. =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Next topic, I Hate MURALI!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;He is so so annoying. He only knows how to talk shit and not do any shit. His like a stupid lecturer with a big tummy. I so want to complain man,But nevermindlah since i gonna finish foundation already. He is still so damn annoying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;5 reasons why he is so bloody annoying to his students&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;He don't get enough sex at home(I'm sure its his penis fault)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;He knows his damn ugly and fat, so he decided to screw his students&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;He got some women hormones, thats why he always pms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;He don't earn enough money, so his insecure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;He likes to screw his students to achieve orgasm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Quite sensible hor the reasons. When i finish with car wash, i will so screw him up. That stupid,ugly,fat,cibai guy. His no man! His a small lil guy with a very small penis. hmph! that fucker!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Better hope he don't read my blog, but even if he do also nevermindlah. He just suck in teaching and advising.Asshole!!! And hor he wants to have twins. Think too biglah him. One kid also cannot have! He should not teach students about human communication, instead he should be taught how to have sex in the right way. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Enough bitching, i'm proud to say, I'm no longer without money. Mummy just give me RM100. Hehe,now i'm RM140 richer. Happy happy happy =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;How to tell daddy to change car for me but get a nicer car like the beetle or new accord?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1850483828045117191-6175035650673372328?l=dovesofdoves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dovesofdoves.blogspot.com/feeds/6175035650673372328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1850483828045117191&amp;postID=6175035650673372328&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1850483828045117191/posts/default/6175035650673372328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1850483828045117191/posts/default/6175035650673372328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dovesofdoves.blogspot.com/2008/06/his-guy-with-small-nuts.html' title='His A Guy With Small Nuts'/><author><name>Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01965100520630902066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gKVLFgsYOe8/StYD_AHT-tI/AAAAAAAAAI4/0Blp1slfV74/S220/DSC08604.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1850483828045117191.post-5276197102354837937</id><published>2008-05-28T08:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T08:59:28.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lang Tengah Picture 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gKVLFgsYOe8/SD2AOmcPbAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/eehy_9RiAj4/s1600-h/DSC00189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205457732635683842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gKVLFgsYOe8/SD2AOmcPbAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/eehy_9RiAj4/s320/DSC00189.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                             &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Picture Perfect =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1850483828045117191-5276197102354837937?l=dovesofdoves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dovesofdoves.blogspot.com/feeds/5276197102354837937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1850483828045117191&amp;postID=5276197102354837937&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1850483828045117191/posts/default/5276197102354837937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1850483828045117191/posts/default/5276197102354837937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dovesofdoves.blogspot.com/2008/05/lang-tengah-picture-1.html' title='Lang Tengah Picture 1'/><author><name>Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01965100520630902066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gKVLFgsYOe8/StYD_AHT-tI/AAAAAAAAAI4/0Blp1slfV74/S220/DSC08604.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gKVLFgsYOe8/SD2AOmcPbAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/eehy_9RiAj4/s72-c/DSC00189.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1850483828045117191.post-2836184551115075685</id><published>2008-05-25T06:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T07:03:51.092-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trippy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Got back from lang tengah a few hours ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;The first day was a rush to me. End class at 3.30 and then drive home to pack my luggage. Them for once, Ling came early. So then i had to rush even more. Daddy fetch me and ling to sentral after i finish packing my clothes. The funny thing starts here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I ask my dad for flight money&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Then he say how much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I say give me Rm300 enough already&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Then he look at me and say" wah spend a lot ah"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Then i ter blurp out and say nevermindlah, i sayang you more. hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Then my dad just smile only and i got RM400.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Cool hor..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1850483828045117191-2836184551115075685?l=dovesofdoves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dovesofdoves.blogspot.com/feeds/2836184551115075685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1850483828045117191&amp;postID=2836184551115075685&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1850483828045117191/posts/default/2836184551115075685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1850483828045117191/posts/default/2836184551115075685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dovesofdoves.blogspot.com/2008/05/trippy.html' title='Trippy'/><author><name>Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01965100520630902066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gKVLFgsYOe8/StYD_AHT-tI/AAAAAAAAAI4/0Blp1slfV74/S220/DSC08604.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1850483828045117191.post-3953421113260210153</id><published>2008-05-13T06:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T06:55:06.011-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Girls Become Bitches</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;1) Few days before going for the trip,he said SL is going also&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;2) Last week, he send a message to SL saying i miss your smile,your laughter and i'll come to college to poke you tommorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;3) Last week after telling him that i read the message, he said SL was depressed and the message main purpose was to make her happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;NOW, based on all the points above, how can i not be bitch to him? If one of my friend is sad or depressed and maybe even more, he plan to commit suicide, then i think a message won't be enough to cheer him up. So why not go and sleep with him? Sounds cool huh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Learn today in psychology class today about unconscious (something i forgot). It says that we human have a little of aggresiveness inside of us,but we tend to compress it because the public opinion thinks it's not a good thing to show. So you can't blame me for being aggresive. Yeah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;So, Back to it, since he gave me an explanation which i think is plain bullshit, why not do the same thing back to him? Yeah? So, i'm gonna grab one of my guy friend which is feeling sad and all, then push him on the bed and have sex with him. Then i'll tell my boyfriend," owh i had sex with him, coz his case was more serious. He wanted to dielah darling. So more depressing = better treatment. Correct? I agree with you too =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Yeah, i tend to revenge back whenever i felt betrayed. Well,this is human nature right. When someone steals your stuff, you steal their stuff back. When your boyfriend go around sleeping with girls, then the girlfriend should sleep double the times with guys. Its all about fair equality darlings. Honestly, i think we girls are underestimated. This is because we girls can be as lovely as possible, as caring like hell, as smart as the guys(ehem!) and act like an innocent girl,then bham,you'll see the dirtiest of us all. But the nicest part is, we can love you so so much, and turn around and be the biggest bitch you ever know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;But guys love bitches right? I wonder why, Guess their just stuck at the anal stage where they still need their mummy to pamper them and cuddle them to sleep, therefore causing a problem in their growing mind. I studied in psy class. Back to being a bitch which guys like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Why guy like bitches?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;1) Maybe because bitches look more hot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;2) They look more tempthing for guys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;3)Bitches tend to walk and swing their ass, and maybe known for screwing around with guys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;4)They like them coz guys are simply to stupid to even think clearly(i think this is the best answer among all others above) Yeah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Won't it be nice if the prime minister use all the tax money they collect and build a big stadium for girls. This stadium will be a place where girls can talk anything they want, and cat fight also maybe. And every once in a week,girls will bring in a son of a bitch into the stadium and kick him,molest him,shove his ass with a banana and etc. Won't that be lovely ladies? And we won't be in trouble for committing grevious bodily harm, or wounding since in the stadium we girls have immunity. Immunity is powers given to us only when we are in the stage to do whatever we want without being charge under any criminal offences. This i learn from legal studies class. ( Can't blame me for  executing it here,since i study every night now) =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I talk so much crap,and i havn even get to the point. My point is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;1)I feel emo coz i don't want him to go for the trip coz that bitch is going&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;2)Nobody teman me this week coz his gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;3)I need to shop for a dress for my cousin wedding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;4)Why parents don't get the meaning of "i don't have enough clothes" "And obviously,my lil sister have more clothes than me,and some need to be folded" See how big the difference is?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;5)I want to believe him,but i can't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;6) You have any suggestion of what i can do this week? If yes,call me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;7) I so feel like going up to the girl and act like the worst bitch she ever know,and scare her away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;8)I'm not like this actually,i'm very cool and not emo. But thanks to him,i suddenly gets emo ish and all. And i don't like it, So someone help me ya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;9)I want to stop thinking of him because its a waste of time since he never bother calling me or messaging me,that dumb ass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;10)Can someone just give me a knife? So i can kill the both of them. ARGH.. See how serious condition i'm in?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I so feel like dumping him and save myself from all this mess. Give me some advise before i go around shooting everyone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1850483828045117191-3953421113260210153?l=dovesofdoves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dovesofdoves.blogspot.com/feeds/3953421113260210153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1850483828045117191&amp;postID=3953421113260210153&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1850483828045117191/posts/default/3953421113260210153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1850483828045117191/posts/default/3953421113260210153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dovesofdoves.blogspot.com/2008/05/why-girls-become-bitches.html' title='Why Girls Become Bitches'/><author><name>Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01965100520630902066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gKVLFgsYOe8/StYD_AHT-tI/AAAAAAAAAI4/0Blp1slfV74/S220/DSC08604.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1850483828045117191.post-9063174630191828332</id><published>2008-05-11T06:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T07:03:26.507-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Go Buy Another Lottery</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;For the don't know who many night i have been studying business and psychology textbooks. The pressure is on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I've been wondering whether the event me and other members are organizing will work out or not. Honestly, i think its a bit cacated and maybe we can change it into a charity. That way we can use the profit earn and use it for our college or for HMC. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;But i am in the committee so i shall do my part and hope it works out fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I got a new phone. *ehem* N95 *ehem ehem* =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1850483828045117191-9063174630191828332?l=dovesofdoves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dovesofdoves.blogspot.com/feeds/9063174630191828332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1850483828045117191&amp;postID=9063174630191828332&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1850483828045117191/posts/default/9063174630191828332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1850483828045117191/posts/default/9063174630191828332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dovesofdoves.blogspot.com/2008/05/go-buy-another-lottery.html' title='Go Buy Another Lottery'/><author><name>Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01965100520630902066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gKVLFgsYOe8/StYD_AHT-tI/AAAAAAAAAI4/0Blp1slfV74/S220/DSC08604.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1850483828045117191.post-1802254003484995053</id><published>2008-05-08T08:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T08:27:15.585-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Run,Go Buy Lottery Ticket</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;People,you all should go buy lottery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;You know why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Because i have been studying every night now and i don't feel bored or sleepy doing it. And i intend to keep this going on. Damn, i think its my last sem pressure thingy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Something cool happen today man. Because i can't attend my business replacement class, my lecturer told me to write a letter. So i ask my dad to write one. And he did, in formal. And he even print it out. So so cool.=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1850483828045117191-1802254003484995053?l=dovesofdoves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dovesofdoves.blogspot.com/feeds/1802254003484995053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1850483828045117191&amp;postID=1802254003484995053&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1850483828045117191/posts/default/1802254003484995053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1850483828045117191/posts/default/1802254003484995053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dovesofdoves.blogspot.com/2008/05/rungo-buy-lottery-ticket.html' title='Run,Go Buy Lottery Ticket'/><author><name>Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01965100520630902066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gKVLFgsYOe8/StYD_AHT-tI/AAAAAAAAAI4/0Blp1slfV74/S220/DSC08604.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1850483828045117191.post-6572099915533592286</id><published>2008-05-06T07:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T07:57:49.202-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hormones Inbalance</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;C L U E L E S S &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Why does things become so unpredictable?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Why is people unpredictable?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;You just won't know what they are thinking,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Even the closest to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;You want to feel a sense of belonging &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;But him/her isn't letting you in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Is it because of security or protection?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Or is it because of reasons he/she won't tell?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I'm clueless because i'm with this guy for 2 years and right now i don't know what the fuck his thinking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I once get what he wants or what he thinks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;But no longer anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;He suddenly becomes so unpredictable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;In the past, he would find time to accompany me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Now, i sort of need to ask him everytime to accompany me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;ZAP!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;He changes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I want to be in this relationship because i think his a guy i can spend my time with,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;That i can talk too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;And i just love him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;But if i no longer know what he thinks,then how can i be with him?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Man, relationship is tough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;So the thing that i'm holding on in this relationship is the love i hate for him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;But i don't thinking the feeling of love is enough to keep this going on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Can he just love me more?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Okay,enough emoing. I hate to emo and i hate emo people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;During secondary school, we girls have a rule in love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"don't love him more than he love you"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Its a rule i like to stick to because then i can protect myself from any harm. But some might disagree. Its just protection like condom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Jarrod, Qareem agrees with me that mr Dhanesh is hawty!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Mr Dhanesh is a legal advisor teaching law in my college. And his 30+ with a son and a wife( god damn). He have a beard which just show how manly he is. He wears formal all the time which i like to see in a guy. He just so hawt. Can someone find out whether his loyal to his wife or not.  *slurp* If his not, i need this schedule. Then i can stalk him. Owh god, this is getting out of control. But his so hotttt. And he don't need viagra(stupid Qareem,don't insult okay). He can stand on his own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;His so fine,delicious. Fush, getting honry. Can i be his mistress?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Qareem cannot stand me anymore talking about my fantasy on Mr D. =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1850483828045117191-6572099915533592286?l=dovesofdoves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dovesofdoves.blogspot.com/feeds/6572099915533592286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1850483828045117191&amp;postID=6572099915533592286&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1850483828045117191/posts/default/6572099915533592286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1850483828045117191/posts/default/6572099915533592286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dovesofdoves.blogspot.com/2008/05/hormones-inbalance.html' title='Hormones Inbalance'/><author><name>Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01965100520630902066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gKVLFgsYOe8/StYD_AHT-tI/AAAAAAAAAI4/0Blp1slfV74/S220/DSC08604.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1850483828045117191.post-9111231553141544198</id><published>2008-05-01T07:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T07:37:57.129-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Drooling Over Martin Nevera</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Jarrod burned cd for me. Got Leona Lewis and Martin Nevera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;So so yummy. Yummy yummy yummy. =))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;It's my last sem in foundation. Sign up for legal studies, psychology, business and stats. I pass all my exam last sem including maths. Finally man. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Shopping spree tomorrow with the girls. And for once, i'll be trying out waxing. Imagine the pain. Ouch!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1850483828045117191-9111231553141544198?l=dovesofdoves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dovesofdoves.blogspot.com/feeds/9111231553141544198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1850483828045117191&amp;postID=9111231553141544198&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1850483828045117191/posts/default/9111231553141544198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1850483828045117191/posts/default/9111231553141544198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dovesofdoves.blogspot.com/2008/05/drooling-over-martin-nevera.html' title='Drooling Over Martin Nevera'/><author><name>Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01965100520630902066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gKVLFgsYOe8/StYD_AHT-tI/AAAAAAAAAI4/0Blp1slfV74/S220/DSC08604.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1850483828045117191.post-3538721109207020497</id><published>2008-04-30T10:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T10:07:34.911-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Q's</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;He wrote : i miss your smile, and your laughter. I'll come to college and poke you tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;How should i respond to this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;He says : he wrote this because that girl was in depression and she don't feel okay. It's a way to cheer her back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1850483828045117191-3538721109207020497?l=dovesofdoves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dovesofdoves.blogspot.com/feeds/3538721109207020497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1850483828045117191&amp;postID=3538721109207020497&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1850483828045117191/posts/default/3538721109207020497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1850483828045117191/posts/default/3538721109207020497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dovesofdoves.blogspot.com/2008/04/qs.html' title='Q&apos;s'/><author><name>Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01965100520630902066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gKVLFgsYOe8/StYD_AHT-tI/AAAAAAAAAI4/0Blp1slfV74/S220/DSC08604.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1850483828045117191.post-1161660896002825159</id><published>2008-04-28T06:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T06:47:09.991-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All About Jarrod</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I am down with sorethroat and a huge headache. And the bad thing is i can't go to sleep because i have to fetch my dad from KL sentral. And then hor, he drove so fast which did not help when i'm having a bad headache. He swift from left to right, accelerating non-stop and you can ehar the engine sound. Maybe he misses his car a lot since i'm driving his car now. Yeah man!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Jarrod compiled songs for me. All the romantic,lovely dovey songs. Ahhhh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Jarrod got fake curly hair because he went through chemotherapy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Jarrod got nice straight white teeth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Jarrod like romantic lovey dovey songs because his romantic and HE IS NOT LAME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Jarrod is 6 feet tall and always say i'm short,stupid ass!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Jarrod skin is very fair and i am jealous obviously&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Jarrod birthday is coming up and i wanna buy him present, but because Gap got sales this fri,i might spend everything. So this is a sort of birthday present for him if i dont have enough money to buy him one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Jarrod is nice, so he WILL understand horrr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;*smile*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1850483828045117191-1161660896002825159?l=dovesofdoves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dovesofdoves.blogspot.com/feeds/1161660896002825159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1850483828045117191&amp;postID=1161660896002825159&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1850483828045117191/posts/default/1161660896002825159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1850483828045117191/posts/default/1161660896002825159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dovesofdoves.blogspot.com/2008/04/all-about-jarrod.html' title='All About Jarrod'/><author><name>Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01965100520630902066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gKVLFgsYOe8/StYD_AHT-tI/AAAAAAAAAI4/0Blp1slfV74/S220/DSC08604.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1850483828045117191.post-8074980025319488845</id><published>2008-04-21T07:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T07:55:24.407-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How To Save Money?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;How is it possible to save money when i'm spending money mostly on food and only food?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I need to eat right and i'm too thin to go on a diet. So i have to eat. But i need to save money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Tell me how. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1850483828045117191-8074980025319488845?l=dovesofdoves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dovesofdoves.blogspot.com/feeds/8074980025319488845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1850483828045117191&amp;postID=8074980025319488845&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1850483828045117191/posts/default/8074980025319488845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1850483828045117191/posts/default/8074980025319488845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dovesofdoves.blogspot.com/2008/04/how-to-save-money.html' title='How To Save Money?'/><author><name>Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01965100520630902066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gKVLFgsYOe8/StYD_AHT-tI/AAAAAAAAAI4/0Blp1slfV74/S220/DSC08604.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1850483828045117191.post-1924631329473233363</id><published>2008-04-15T07:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T08:14:29.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Takeaway Starbucks</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Takeaway starbucks yummy yum yum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;It is so addictive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;So, i volunteered to be a committee for RUSH organized by HMC students and lecturers. Me and my partner will be organizing the fund raiser and planning the trip and etc. However, he decided to plan the tirp and send it to everyone without telling me. On one case, i don't need to do anything,but we'r a partner for a reason. So i guess we should discuss together and work it out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I took this job because john was in the career fair committee. At that time, he spend so little time with me and i got so frustrated that i promise myself,when an event come up take it and be busy. Just for the sake of getting even. Yada yada.. so so childish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;What to do..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;People say that being in a relationship is not about getting even, its about give and take and compromising. It is easier said then done. It is so hard to compromise because one might be giving so much and taking none at all or one might be taking always and not giving in. It is so so hard to compromise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;But the beauty of compromising is the relationship last longer and the bond gets tighter. I so want to compromise sometimes, but i just get so stubborn. Inherited from my father,thank you. =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Stupid Jarrod just told me his flying away to Brisbane. Dumb dumb, aussy so far. You pass your geography anot?hmph! Fly home so you can treat me starbucks.=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;My last sem is starting soon and 3 months will fly by very fast and i would need to think of what to study. Lucky me sis will be coming back at that time. yesh! two brains better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1850483828045117191-1924631329473233363?l=dovesofdoves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dovesofdoves.blogspot.com/feeds/1924631329473233363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1850483828045117191&amp;postID=1924631329473233363&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1850483828045117191/posts/default/1924631329473233363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1850483828045117191/posts/default/1924631329473233363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dovesofdoves.blogspot.com/2008/04/takeaway-starbucks.html' title='Takeaway Starbucks'/><author><name>Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01965100520630902066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gKVLFgsYOe8/StYD_AHT-tI/AAAAAAAAAI4/0Blp1slfV74/S220/DSC08604.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1850483828045117191.post-3138113866732706089</id><published>2008-04-14T06:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T06:54:42.912-07:00</updated><title type='text'>May It Good Or Bad</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;So they say, when a girl knows how to boil soup, it will melt a guy's heart and he will fall head over heals. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;So they say, when a girl cook, her guy won't runaway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;So they say..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I wonder if its true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;But if it's true, why do married men have affairs?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;People get married for a reason right,to be with someone they love for the rest of their life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;So why divorce happened? Why affairs begin? Why does marriage falls apart?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Is it because of lust that no men can resist? Or is it because of third party that doesn't understand the meaning of married men?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Sometimes things just happen for a reason may it good or bad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1850483828045117191-3138113866732706089?l=dovesofdoves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dovesofdoves.blogspot.com/feeds/3138113866732706089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1850483828045117191&amp;postID=3138113866732706089&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1850483828045117191/posts/default/3138113866732706089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1850483828045117191/posts/default/3138113866732706089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dovesofdoves.blogspot.com/2008/04/may-it-good-or-bad.html' title='May It Good Or Bad'/><author><name>Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01965100520630902066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gKVLFgsYOe8/StYD_AHT-tI/AAAAAAAAAI4/0Blp1slfV74/S220/DSC08604.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1850483828045117191.post-5792134381316412636</id><published>2008-04-12T08:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T08:34:53.402-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;What should i do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;What do i do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;What can i do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;What options do i have?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1850483828045117191-5792134381316412636?l=dovesofdoves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dovesofdoves.blogspot.com/feeds/5792134381316412636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1850483828045117191&amp;postID=5792134381316412636&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1850483828045117191/posts/default/5792134381316412636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1850483828045117191/posts/default/5792134381316412636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dovesofdoves.blogspot.com/2008/04/what.html' title='WHAT'/><author><name>Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01965100520630902066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gKVLFgsYOe8/StYD_AHT-tI/AAAAAAAAAI4/0Blp1slfV74/S220/DSC08604.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1850483828045117191.post-6853628481956862190</id><published>2008-04-06T03:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T04:19:35.212-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pray That I Pass My Maths</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;PRAY EVERYONE THAT I WILL PASS MY MATHS FOR ONCE! I NEED TO PASS MY MATHS AND IF NOT,I'M DOOMED!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;SERIOUSLY,IF I DON'T PASS I WILL HAVE TO SIT FOR MY FOURTH SEM JUST TO PASS MY MATHS OR STATS(IF I FAIL STATS)!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;WHO THE HECK CREATED MATHS? I SO FEEL LIKE GOING BACK IN TIME AND KILL THAT STUPID GENIUS. HIS KILLING ME SOFTLY. =/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Next story..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I was blackmailed by my VERY OWN AUNTIE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Yeah,that bitch. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Story begins here, one beautiful night,this young adult decided to ask her boyfriend to come stay over when her parents is away from home. So the boyfriend said yes(obviously!). After a few months, the evil black ugly stupid idiot old witch decided to tell the so innocent girl's daddy. But before that she ask everyone in the girl's dad office. So everyone knows about this thingy which is nothing actually. Then the girl found out about what the evil witch plan to do, and she so wanted to take a knife and slice her skin,break her bones and boil it so her dog can eat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Young adult mummy found out,and became stressed. Yound adult felt bad.Young adult thought of a master plan. But didn't used it. Instead she decided to just tell her dad about it. And so she did which work out perfectly fine. So now, if that bitch pisses her off again,she's gonna kick her bloody ass out of the house. Don't mess mess wei with the Choo family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1850483828045117191-6853628481956862190?l=dovesofdoves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dovesofdoves.blogspot.com/feeds/6853628481956862190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1850483828045117191&amp;postID=6853628481956862190&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1850483828045117191/posts/default/6853628481956862190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1850483828045117191/posts/default/6853628481956862190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dovesofdoves.blogspot.com/2008/04/pray-that-i-pass-my-maths.html' title='Pray That I Pass My Maths'/><author><name>Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01965100520630902066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gKVLFgsYOe8/StYD_AHT-tI/AAAAAAAAAI4/0Blp1slfV74/S220/DSC08604.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1850483828045117191.post-7365434784448265245</id><published>2008-03-08T08:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T08:48:28.053-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Burn All The 3/4 Jeans!!! BURN!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I mother fucking hate guys wearing 3/4 pants!!! And i hate it even more when my boyfriend decide to wear it for dinner at leisure mall in cheras. Why wear that stupid pants out for dinner with friends? I find it so inappropriate and ugly and stupid and freakingly ah beng. Its like petaling street people selling dvd. You wanna wear can, with exception that it's a billabong pants or quicksilver. Other than that, i got nothing to say. But seriously, it is very disturbing when he asked whether he can wear that or not. Then he end up coming to my house with a grumpy mood and fugly tone. How nice to start the evening after a quiz in the morning. I feel so lucky(being sarcastic).Think man,THINK!!! I just finished a quiz,finished being caught in a jam and finished driving. So it is very helpful when you treat me better and kind-er when i see you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;HELL, just don't wear 3/4 pants anymore. I'm againts it. like ANTI-Bamboo Union.Ehem!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Be a college student. Dress like them. Look good. And i'm proud of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1850483828045117191-7365434784448265245?l=dovesofdoves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dovesofdoves.blogspot.com/feeds/7365434784448265245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1850483828045117191&amp;postID=7365434784448265245&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1850483828045117191/posts/default/7365434784448265245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1850483828045117191/posts/default/7365434784448265245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dovesofdoves.blogspot.com/2008/03/burn-all-34-jeans-burn.html' title='Burn All The 3/4 Jeans!!! BURN!!!!!'/><author><name>Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01965100520630902066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gKVLFgsYOe8/StYD_AHT-tI/AAAAAAAAAI4/0Blp1slfV74/S220/DSC08604.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1850483828045117191.post-5805369109784502652</id><published>2008-03-05T06:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T06:54:18.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'>He So Fine!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;HE WORE BLACK TODAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;HE WORE A FORMAL BLACK SHIRT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;HE MAKE ME SWEAT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;HE SO FINE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;AHHH...=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I'm Obsess. But i like being obsess about him. About the way he talk, the way he move,and his bloddy ass! *yummy* slurp..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1850483828045117191-5805369109784502652?l=dovesofdoves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dovesofdoves.blogspot.com/feeds/5805369109784502652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1850483828045117191&amp;postID=5805369109784502652&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1850483828045117191/posts/default/5805369109784502652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1850483828045117191/posts/default/5805369109784502652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dovesofdoves.blogspot.com/2008/03/he-so-fine.html' title='He So Fine!'/><author><name>Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01965100520630902066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gKVLFgsYOe8/StYD_AHT-tI/AAAAAAAAAI4/0Blp1slfV74/S220/DSC08604.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1850483828045117191.post-6084603097707214349</id><published>2008-03-01T09:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T09:38:39.558-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crappy Drappy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Bloody hell!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I got this stupid brain that when i'm given an assignment i must finish it quick. if not i would not be able to sleep because then i'll be thinking of my work and what points to write.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;It hurts me so badly,but its a good point because then i wont be in a rush to finish up my work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;And i never rush in things. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;If i ver lie to you, come tell me straight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;If i ever backstab you,backstab me back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;And if i betray you, think twice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Because i'm sure i don't do that to friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Even if i do, it won't be a simple trap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;It will be more cruel, more hurtful, more painful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Yet again, i'm talking crap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Because people that know me knows i treat them with respect and love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Nothing less&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Nothing evil or cruel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;And i am talking crap now because i never tried doing it back to my friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;So this post&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Is basically CRAP!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1850483828045117191-6084603097707214349?l=dovesofdoves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dovesofdoves.blogspot.com/feeds/6084603097707214349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1850483828045117191&amp;postID=6084603097707214349&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1850483828045117191/posts/default/6084603097707214349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1850483828045117191/posts/default/6084603097707214349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dovesofdoves.blogspot.com/2008/03/crappy-drappy.html' title='Crappy Drappy'/><author><name>Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01965100520630902066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gKVLFgsYOe8/StYD_AHT-tI/AAAAAAAAAI4/0Blp1slfV74/S220/DSC08604.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1850483828045117191.post-2212703932359106631</id><published>2008-02-23T23:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T23:52:21.506-08:00</updated><title type='text'>KL library is BADDDD</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Been busy with assignments and paper works which is due TOMORROW. Not relaly tomorrow but i need to hand in the draft hand written. And i'm stuck doing my assignment now, citing, referencing and checking websites.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;For so many years i realize the only library i've been to is the school library which was a must during classes. I never been to kl library or any oher library before. So yesterday i was very determine to go to a library to lend some books for my research.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;First library was the KL LIBRARY. To apply for a member card it takes 3 weeks for them to approve. So i left. Before that,i went to subang just to interview people working in PAWS.Unfortunetly i couldn't find the place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;So next day,saturday. Took my maths exam again and drove to pj library. The good news is i'm allowed to apply for membership card and lend books on the ery same day. Unfortunetly, i'm not allowed to enter because i'm wearing a mini skirt. FUCK! now,i'm doomed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Then i checked the regulations, it says&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;-man with long hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;-singlets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;slippers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;-tights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;-sleeveless shirt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;-and mini skirt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;are not allowed in the library&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Then i gotta come back the next day. This time i wore long pants and shirt with sleeve. I'm so determin to enter and borrow a book from there. Once i enter, went up to level 1. I typed animal rights in the comp and only two list came out. SUCH A HUGE LIBRARY AND THEY ONLY HAVE TWO BOOKS FO9R ANIMAL RIGHTS!!!!!!!!. Ass lorh. Anyway most of the books there are in malay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;What i didn't know is, the books are in one of my friends hand. So they better return it,if not i won't be able to do my assignmets..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;John is in langkawi with his friends having fun i'm sure. Eating brownies is no longer fun without him. But it doesn't really change though even if his here in kl because his always busy with his meetings and group work. So, i don't make it a effort anymore in finding for him to go for lunch or dinner. I would know the answer will always be&lt;/span&gt; no. So why bother asking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1850483828045117191-2212703932359106631?l=dovesofdoves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dovesofdoves.blogspot.com/feeds/2212703932359106631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1850483828045117191&amp;postID=2212703932359106631&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1850483828045117191/posts/default/2212703932359106631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1850483828045117191/posts/default/2212703932359106631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dovesofdoves.blogspot.com/2008/02/kl-library-is-badddd.html' title='KL library is BADDDD'/><author><name>Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01965100520630902066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gKVLFgsYOe8/StYD_AHT-tI/AAAAAAAAAI4/0Blp1slfV74/S220/DSC08604.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1850483828045117191.post-8865743555418856135</id><published>2008-02-19T04:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T04:25:13.250-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dramatic</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;So many drama going on right now.When is it gonna stop?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1850483828045117191-8865743555418856135?l=dovesofdoves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dovesofdoves.blogspot.com/feeds/8865743555418856135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1850483828045117191&amp;postID=8865743555418856135&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1850483828045117191/posts/default/8865743555418856135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1850483828045117191/posts/default/8865743555418856135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dovesofdoves.blogspot.com/2008/02/dramatic.html' title='Dramatic'/><author><name>Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01965100520630902066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gKVLFgsYOe8/StYD_AHT-tI/AAAAAAAAAI4/0Blp1slfV74/S220/DSC08604.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1850483828045117191.post-9120984720715076513</id><published>2008-02-17T20:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T20:15:44.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Things Just Don't Last</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Some things in life just won't last no matter how hard you tried to mend it.Maybe its fated to be this way or maybe there is mistakes in life which some of us can never mend. We have got to live with it for the rest of our lives. To forgive someone for a mistake might be possible but for all the things he/she did to a certain individual, it is something which is hard to forget. The torn is already there. Even though its pulled out, the scar remains. So maybe, there is room for improvement. Take the chance and things might work out because there is room to tolerate, to forgive and to forget. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1850483828045117191-9120984720715076513?l=dovesofdoves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dovesofdoves.blogspot.com/feeds/9120984720715076513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1850483828045117191&amp;postID=9120984720715076513&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1850483828045117191/posts/default/9120984720715076513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1850483828045117191/posts/default/9120984720715076513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dovesofdoves.blogspot.com/2008/02/some-things-just-dont-last.html' title='Some Things Just Don&apos;t Last'/><author><name>Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01965100520630902066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gKVLFgsYOe8/StYD_AHT-tI/AAAAAAAAAI4/0Blp1slfV74/S220/DSC08604.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1850483828045117191.post-5568072936149581736</id><published>2008-02-06T08:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T08:30:45.413-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Past Haunts Us</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I don't like entering the white room again. Because everytime i enter, i might or might not get blind. When my eye hurt,i'll be scared of it. But that's what i though of when i was a kid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;The past do come back and haunt you. It will come back,it's just the matter of when.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;And i'm waiting for it.When it comes back,i'm ready i guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1850483828045117191-5568072936149581736?l=dovesofdoves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dovesofdoves.blogspot.com/feeds/5568072936149581736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1850483828045117191&amp;postID=5568072936149581736&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1850483828045117191/posts/default/5568072936149581736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1850483828045117191/posts/default/5568072936149581736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dovesofdoves.blogspot.com/2008/02/past-haunts-us.html' title='The Past Haunts Us'/><author><name>Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01965100520630902066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gKVLFgsYOe8/StYD_AHT-tI/AAAAAAAAAI4/0Blp1slfV74/S220/DSC08604.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1850483828045117191.post-5988402016709001909</id><published>2008-02-02T08:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T08:28:08.878-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Are You Ready For This War?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;The greatest reward &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;is to see the light in your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;the touch of your skin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;and the love i can give.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;You will never be ready for this war my darling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Your not standing up to them today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;And i'm sure in future you will not too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I'm ready for this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I'm ready to face all the consequences&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I might be young, but i hell know what i'm doing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;And now i'm telling you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I'm here, i'm ready, i'm prepared&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Are you, my darling?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Are you willing to back me up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Will you fight with them for me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Will you go to war and sacrifice everything &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Just for me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;If all is answered yes, then i'm ready to open my arms wide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;If your not, don't return.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;You need both hands to make a clapping sound, that's what they say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;You told me so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Am i a disgrace to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Am i not enough for you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Am i not your girl?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I'm sure you love me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I know you do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;But loving me isn't enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Show me that you love me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Show me that i'm more important to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Than your family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;If you think it's not a right time to meet them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;By all means, fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;If you think we'r too young, then i say, stop this right now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Don't give me false hope that someday i might be a part of your family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;If you want me to wait&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I will! But how could i be sure that i will get something back in return?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;How sure am i that you will be my backbone someday?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;What if that day does not come?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Why care about them when it's just you and me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Why are we related to them, when we'r the one in a relationship?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Or&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Am i in a relationship with your family also?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I don't think you have my back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I don't think this will work if you don't stand up for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Destiny child sang, stand up for love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1850483828045117191-5988402016709001909?l=dovesofdoves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dovesofdoves.blogspot.com/feeds/5988402016709001909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1850483828045117191&amp;postID=5988402016709001909&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1850483828045117191/posts/default/5988402016709001909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1850483828045117191/posts/default/5988402016709001909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dovesofdoves.blogspot.com/2008/02/are-you-ready-for-this-war.html' title='Are You Ready For This War?'/><author><name>Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01965100520630902066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gKVLFgsYOe8/StYD_AHT-tI/AAAAAAAAAI4/0Blp1slfV74/S220/DSC08604.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1850483828045117191.post-587778565806698971</id><published>2008-01-30T06:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T06:46:43.034-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Recalling</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Mid term is coming up right after cny. There are tonnes of work to do which i'm trying to catch up on. Tomorrow would be my presentation on cts. But i'm not really that freak up unless some people like jarrod decides to come in my class.=p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Valentines day is coming, mummy birthday also. cny also. Lots of things to do and prepare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Chatted with syateer and david that day. It feels so good talking to them and remembering all the fun we had during A-Levels. We'r meeting one day, and i'm sure it will be a blast&lt;/span&gt;. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1850483828045117191-587778565806698971?l=dovesofdoves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dovesofdoves.blogspot.com/feeds/587778565806698971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1850483828045117191&amp;postID=587778565806698971&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1850483828045117191/posts/default/587778565806698971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1850483828045117191/posts/default/587778565806698971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dovesofdoves.blogspot.com/2008/01/recalling.html' title='Recalling'/><author><name>Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01965100520630902066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gKVLFgsYOe8/StYD_AHT-tI/AAAAAAAAAI4/0Blp1slfV74/S220/DSC08604.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1850483828045117191.post-1526605654294426578</id><published>2008-01-14T07:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T07:40:46.476-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Black Secrets</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Unexpected things always happen in life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Sometimes a person may die so sudden that you question yourself during his/her ceremony whether had you treated her/him well enough? Or did you do your responsibility well enough and there won't be a slight regret in it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Sometimes we take things for granted. Its only when we loses it, we start to appreciate it and ask ourself questions that is no longer useful anymore. There isn't a point in knowing the answer to the question because it doesn't really matter after the thing we took for granted is no longer there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;There are things in life that i did which i am not proud off. I lied, I stole things, I never respect my parents and I never study well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;When i lie, my brain would say it's just a lie so small. As you lie more, you start to not notice the how lies affect you. Maybe lying is better because in the real world and society it is just too cruel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;When i steal, i have many reasons as to why i should steal. I steal because i want things which my parents won't give me. I steal because i think mummy pamper big sis more. so i have the right to steal. What i never thought of, they gave me shelter, they gave me love that no one will ever pour on me and they gave me a family which never fights during dinner or any other times. From then on, I stopped stealing. Mainly because i understand things now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I never respect them because i think that they care more of my other sisters and not me. I'm never allowed to go out with my friends unless it is a school trip, i'm never allowed to buy things that i want. As i grew older, i start to understand what kind of attitude i have got. If my parents allowed me to go out every night, i would be taking drugs right now, having sex with many different guys and maybe get aids. I need the curfew to control myself from being influenced by the outside world. And when i'm allowed to go out after 12am, i appreciate it even more. I still buy useless things now, but i do think twice whenever i want to buy things. So i guess that is an improvement huh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;People who knows me, would say that i don't study well. I don't. I have my A-Levels results to prove it. =p I wasted 17k and time in playing games, going mamak and etc. But i know that when i want to score flying colours i can do it as proven in my study skills exam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;See, some things in life i am never proud off But i'm most certain that i am proud of being nice to old people, to have a heart to give more if i could, and to treat my friends as though their my sisters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I'm proud of being a true friend to them. I'm proud of being a good girlfriend to John. I'm definitely proud of having this wondeful family; a mother that cooks very well, a father that pamper us so much, a sister that always study smartly,and two sisters which i love and appreciate even more. I'm proud of you all, are you all proud of me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;If your not, maybe i have flaws. I admit i do because no one is perfect. If your proud of me, then i'm here to say thank you an we'r here to keep this relationship or friendship strong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;If i'm non-existence to you, then might as well send the message here and let me know. No matter how long we known each other, or how much care i give to this particular relationship or friendship, if i'm no-existence to you then i'm sorry to say that i have to rest now. Tolerating is very hard for me right now. I have had enough of it and i need to breath sometimes. Ther eis nothing stopping you from leavig because i don't think your worth it anymore. As much as i like this relationship or friendship to say, it will never work out because you have already gave up on me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;This is the deepest of a black book secret&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1850483828045117191-1526605654294426578?l=dovesofdoves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dovesofdoves.blogspot.com/feeds/1526605654294426578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1850483828045117191&amp;postID=1526605654294426578&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1850483828045117191/posts/default/1526605654294426578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1850483828045117191/posts/default/1526605654294426578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dovesofdoves.blogspot.com/2008/01/black-secrets.html' title='Black Secrets'/><author><name>Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01965100520630902066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gKVLFgsYOe8/StYD_AHT-tI/AAAAAAAAAI4/0Blp1slfV74/S220/DSC08604.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1850483828045117191.post-1088292719066406935</id><published>2008-01-11T01:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T02:03:33.561-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe Someday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;You said you needed your space too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;You said that you can't go out with friends, yum cha, ta kei and play sports&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;You said that it is unfair to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;You said that your bored of it and everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;So, I'll give you your freedom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Everything that you wanna do will be a yes from now on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Go and play for as many hours as you like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Stick your ass to the chair and just play&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I'll let you do anything you want &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Since you said that i can do anything i want, but you can't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I'll give you your freedom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I will never say no to what you request&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Have you every thought that all i ever wanted was to have you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;By my side always&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Every single hour, every single minute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I guess you never know how much you really meant to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;And how much i really love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I love you more than i love myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I'm sorry because i was too selfish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I'm sorry because i put myself first rather than putting you above it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;And now, I'll shut up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;You told me you got meeting and your not able to accompany me for lunch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I said, its okay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I succeeded in smiling pretending that it was okay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;You got tricked thinking i was okay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;You accompanied me to my car&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Instead i say nevermind, you can go for your meeting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;So you said okay and bye dear with a peck in my cheek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I walked a little more and turn around,hoping that you will see me walk in my car&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Suprisingly your not there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;You walked away so fast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Today, i drove back alone without you in the car&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I needed you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I wanted you to be with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;It's a Friday, our Friday baby!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Have you forgotten?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I'm not used to not having you holding my hand when i walk around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I'm not used to not hearing your voice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I don't want to get used to it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;But i will try&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;And maybe one day i won't need to hear your voice that frequently&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I won't need to have my hand hold on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;And i certainly won't need your companionship anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;And when that time comes, Don't ask me why i don't need you any longer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Because you told me you needed your freedom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;You asked for it, you wanted it, you got it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Maybe someday, I'll let go everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Come What May&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1850483828045117191-1088292719066406935?l=dovesofdoves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dovesofdoves.blogspot.com/feeds/1088292719066406935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1850483828045117191&amp;postID=1088292719066406935&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1850483828045117191/posts/default/1088292719066406935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1850483828045117191/posts/default/1088292719066406935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dovesofdoves.blogspot.com/2008/01/maybe-someday.html' title='Maybe Someday'/><author><name>Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01965100520630902066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gKVLFgsYOe8/StYD_AHT-tI/AAAAAAAAAI4/0Blp1slfV74/S220/DSC08604.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1850483828045117191.post-4275457596263870898</id><published>2008-01-08T05:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T05:51:39.234-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Lil Bit About Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;" Perhaps all the questions we ask of love, to measure, test, probe and save it, have the additional effect of cutting it short. Perhaps the reason we are unable to love is that we yearn to be loved, that is, we demand something (love) from our partner instead of delivering ourselves up to him demand free and asking for nothing in return but his company."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;MAN:Dime porque lloras-----------------------------Tell me why are you crying?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;LADY:de felicidad--------------------------------------From happiness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;MAN:y porque te ahogas----------------------------And why are you so choked up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;LADY:por la soledad----------------------------------Because of loneliness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;MAN:di porque me tomas---------------------------Tell me why are you holding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;fuerte asi, mis manos-------------------------my hands so tighty &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;tus pensamientos---------------------------And your thoughts seem to carry you away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;te van llevando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;LADY:Yo te quiero tanto-----------------------------I love you so much!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;MAN:y porque sera---------------------------------And why is that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;LADY:loco testarudo---------------------------------Don't be so crazy and stubborn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;no lo dudes mas------------------------------Stop doubting me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;aunque en el futuro---------------------------Even if the future holds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;haya un muro enorme------------------------a vast emptiness for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;yo no tengo miedo----------------------------I'm not afraid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;quiero enamorarme quiero enamorarTE------I just want to love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;MAN:No me ames-----------------------------------Don't love me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;porque pienses--------------------------------because you think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;que parezco diferente-----------------------I seem different&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;LADY:tu no piensas que es lo justo----------------You don't think it's right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;ver pasar el tiempo juntos------------------for us to spend this time together?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;MAN:No me ames--------------------------Don't love me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;que comprendo----------------------because I know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;la mentira que seria-----------------what a lie it would be!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;LADY:Si tu amor no merezco-----------------If you don't think I deserve your love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;no me ames----------------------------then don't love me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;mas quedate otro dia------------------Just stay another day here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;MAN:No me ames----------------------------------Don't love me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;porque estoy perdido-----------------------because I'm lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;porque cambie el mundo-------------------because I change the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;porque es el destino------------------------because it's destiny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;porque no se puede------------------------because this is impossible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;somos un espejo---------------------------We are like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;y tuasi serias------------------------------a mirror image of each other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;o que yo de mi reflejo-------------------And you would become what I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;LADY:No me ames---------------------------------Don't love me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;para estar muriendo------------------------to be dying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;dentro de una guerra-----------------------in a war of regret&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;llena de arrepentimientos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;No me ames---------------------------Don't love me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;para estar en tierra-------------------to remain tied&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;quiero alzar el vuelo------------------to the ground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;con tu gran amor-----------------I want to soar with your love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;por el azul del cielo--------------through the blue sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;MAN:No se que decirte-----------------I don't know what to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;esa es la verdad------------------That's the truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;si la gente quiere-----------------When people want to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;sabe lastimar----------------------they can really hurt you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;LADY:Tu y yo partiremos---------When you and I part&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;ellos no se mueven---------they will remain unmoved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;pero en este cielo-----------But now, in this big sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;sola no me dejes------------don't leave me all alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;MAN:No me dejes, no me dejes------------Don't leave me...don't leave me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;no me eschuches---------------------Don't listen to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;si te digo "no me ames"---------------when I say "don't love me"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;LADY:no me dejes, no desarmes------------Don't leave me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;mi corazon con ese "no me ames"-------Stop breaking my heart with that "Don't love me"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;MAN:No me ames, te lo ruego------------Don't love me, I'm begging you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;mi amargura dejame----------------Leave me with my bitterness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;LADY:sabes bien, que no puedo-----------You know very well I can't do that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;que es inutil-------------------------That it's useless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;que siempre te amare--------------That I'll always love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;MAN:No me ames---------------------------Don't love me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;pues te hare sufrir--------------------I'll only make you suffer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;con este corazon que-----------------with this heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;se lleno de mil inviernos--------------that is full of a thousand winters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;LADY:no me ames------------------------Don't love me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;para asi olvidarte------------------to forget&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;de tus dias grises-----------------your sad grey day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;squiero que me ames--------------I want you to love me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;solo por amarme-----------------because you love me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;MAN:No me ames---------------Don't love me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;tu y yo volaremos-----------You and I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;uno con el otro----------------will soar with each other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;y seguiremos siempre juntos------and continue together forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;LADY:este amor es como el sol que sale---------This love is like the sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;tras de la tormenta---------------------------that comes out after a terrible storm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;BOTHcomo dos cometas------------------Like two comet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;sen la misma estela------------------in the same galaxy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;MAN:No me amesNo me amesNo me ames&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;LADY:No, no me amesNo me amesNo me amesNo me ames&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;*taken from Andrea Fonseka Blog*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1850483828045117191-4275457596263870898?l=dovesofdoves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dovesofdoves.blogspot.com/feeds/4275457596263870898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1850483828045117191&amp;postID=4275457596263870898&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1850483828045117191/posts/default/4275457596263870898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1850483828045117191/posts/default/4275457596263870898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dovesofdoves.blogspot.com/2008/01/lil-bit-about-love.html' title='A Lil Bit About Love'/><author><name>Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01965100520630902066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gKVLFgsYOe8/StYD_AHT-tI/AAAAAAAAAI4/0Blp1slfV74/S220/DSC08604.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1850483828045117191.post-425182208421089987</id><published>2008-01-08T02:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T03:02:44.531-08:00</updated><title type='text'>12 Angels</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Big sis send me a birthday card all the way from Bath, Uk. In front of the card were 12 angels smiling so prettily. Then i open the card and she says, Don't be naughty because i will know. And there are 12 angels looking on you since i'm not here.  It is a really nice beautiful card. Thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Just when i thought i'm free from her sight, she send me this. =/. Big sister will always look out for you. eshhhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I'm going to genting this wed night. When i was telling my friends happily, they sudenly say that they are short of car because some guy got money and he decide to modify his jazz until it was to low. Now my happiness is crash. Whylah you modify? If you have so much money go and invest rather than wasting your time modifying it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1850483828045117191-425182208421089987?l=dovesofdoves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dovesofdoves.blogspot.com/feeds/425182208421089987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1850483828045117191&amp;postID=425182208421089987&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1850483828045117191/posts/default/425182208421089987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1850483828045117191/posts/default/425182208421089987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dovesofdoves.blogspot.com/2008/01/12-angels.html' title='12 Angels'/><author><name>Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01965100520630902066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gKVLFgsYOe8/StYD_AHT-tI/AAAAAAAAAI4/0Blp1slfV74/S220/DSC08604.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1850483828045117191.post-7939367485416295054</id><published>2008-01-05T06:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T06:24:49.759-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Err Is Human</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Everyone makes mistake in their life and Sometimes more than once. I made so many mistake in my life that i couldn't even count it with my own fingers. I need my toes and other people toes to help. =p &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I've made some and regretted some but not all of it. In christanity( if i spelled it correctly) premarital sex is a sin, being gay is a sin, being a lesbian is also a sin, abortion is difinitely one, and obviously adultery is  HUGE SIN. But some comment saying he is a man, i repeat, he is a man. And to reply that, so what if he is a man with a penis to fuck? So what his a minister of health with money fully loaded? That doesn't give him the right to commit adultery and betray his wife love and his children's trust. I agree that to err is human till a certain limit. Adultery is out of the limitation and he deserve to be punish. But i guess his not charge of adultery, instead people are griefing over a loss in the government. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;People say how good he is, blah blah blah, how much he did for the government and etc. I don't know much about his didication towards the government, but i'm very sure he committed adultery which is not suppose to happen especially to our very own health minister. EX minister now.. We see them as a role model(some) and we are urge to follow in their own footsteps one day.I say that it's total bullshit. I'm glad as hell that his our ex minister now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1850483828045117191-7939367485416295054?l=dovesofdoves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dovesofdoves.blogspot.com/feeds/7939367485416295054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1850483828045117191&amp;postID=7939367485416295054&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1850483828045117191/posts/default/7939367485416295054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1850483828045117191/posts/default/7939367485416295054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dovesofdoves.blogspot.com/2008/01/to-err-is-human.html' title='To Err Is Human'/><author><name>Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01965100520630902066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gKVLFgsYOe8/StYD_AHT-tI/AAAAAAAAAI4/0Blp1slfV74/S220/DSC08604.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1850483828045117191.post-1852047401953665629</id><published>2008-01-02T06:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T06:50:47.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sex Caught On Tape</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Today big news was about the johor minster that was caught on tape having sex with a woman which is OF COURSE NOT HIS WIFE. Fucking bastard dick should be cut off and feed to a dog. I understand that sometimes it's the political tricks to bring someone down. Nevertheless, he have a wife at home and kids. CAn't he go back home and have lovey dovey sex with his wife rather than having sex with another woman WHICH IS NOT HIS LEGAL WIFE?? You deserve to be punish like that because of your cruelty and adultery acts. Not only i hope you fail in political areas but i hope you die so fast, even your mother can't recognize you. That was translated from cantonese to english. Pardon me, but seriously he deserve to be punish. Maybe he was to ugly face or to dog face, that is why they video tape him. What was the other girl thinking also? Your having sex with an old mannnnnn. His dick would be so so droopy and ugly and his balls would be hanging so down till his knees. EWWWWWWW!. This is hilarious knowing a girl would do such a thing. I mean, will you even have fun having sex with him? I'm guessing your to blinded by his money. I'm so glad that the law issued, that now the legal wife can sue the third party for ruining their marriage and cause mental breakdown and etc etc. INstead, the wife says she will stand by him. I'm sorry for her because she got no other choice also because of her kids.YOU OLD BASTARD, YOU SHOULD BE BEGGING DOWN ON YOUR KNEES SINCE SHE FORGIVE YOU, YOU MOTHER FUCKING BASTARD WITH SMALL DROOPY DICK!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Will i be sued for defamation? CHIBAI MAN. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1850483828045117191-1852047401953665629?l=dovesofdoves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dovesofdoves.blogspot.com/feeds/1852047401953665629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1850483828045117191&amp;postID=1852047401953665629&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1850483828045117191/posts/default/1852047401953665629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1850483828045117191/posts/default/1852047401953665629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dovesofdoves.blogspot.com/2008/01/sex-caught-on-tape.html' title='Sex Caught On Tape'/><author><name>Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01965100520630902066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gKVLFgsYOe8/StYD_AHT-tI/AAAAAAAAAI4/0Blp1slfV74/S220/DSC08604.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1850483828045117191.post-2359321605147206364</id><published>2007-12-31T22:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T23:10:07.825-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's A New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Christmas come and go, and now 2007 came and went. IT;s january now where i'll be in my second sem, retaking my maths paper. I would say that i'm quite happy with my results.  I got my first HD. pass 2 papers and failed one. I had been failing a lot of times in my life, and i guess my new resolution this year would be not to fail anymore. Failing is so so tiring. =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Celebrated new year with my family. After dinner, me and him went our seperate ways. He join his friends and i join my friends. Before going out, i was down with flu and sorethroat. So i practically spend my whole day sleeping and sleeping until 4pm. Drag myself up and had porridge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Since it's new year, i want to wish some things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;1) not failing any subjects anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;2) In sept i would be done with foundation and i hope ti find a course that i can really work on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;3)we both still have each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;=), happy new year!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1850483828045117191-2359321605147206364?l=dovesofdoves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dovesofdoves.blogspot.com/feeds/2359321605147206364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1850483828045117191&amp;postID=2359321605147206364&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1850483828045117191/posts/default/2359321605147206364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1850483828045117191/posts/default/2359321605147206364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dovesofdoves.blogspot.com/2007/12/its-new-year.html' title='It&apos;s A New Year'/><author><name>Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01965100520630902066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gKVLFgsYOe8/StYD_AHT-tI/AAAAAAAAAI4/0Blp1slfV74/S220/DSC08604.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1850483828045117191.post-5307220714380413922</id><published>2007-12-27T06:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T06:49:52.419-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Got A HD, F-I-N-A-L-L-Y</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Christmas turn out to be quit different as compared to last year. Last year, i would be at home, thinking why go out and get stuck in the jam? This year, me and my friends celebrated it in a whole different level. We went clubbing at Bamboo located at TTDI. It really is a new experience to me. The people there and the way they act around. It is as though girls ass and breasts are meant to be touch or grab. For the opposite sex it could only mean pleasure and highness, but what if your the girl with the ass and breasts?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Some people are just sick. They go around fucking infants or children just to entertain their sexual pleasure. If you have money, go pay and get yourself a prostitute and fuck her all you want. If you don't have the money, then jag yourseld off. If you don't have the money,shouldn't you bte thinking of how to earn some rather than thinking of sex and fucking?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;People these days are unexpected. They can just do things that you can't figure out. They deserve to be castrated, then cut their balls of one by one and boil it infront of them.Our morality has been going down. Not only our sense of humor but also the politics in our country. I might even say that, the video clip thing, no one will be found guilty until god knows when. Our country sucks so bad, that even my sis don't wanna come home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I'm just to frustrated knowing that i fail my maths AGAIN. In my entire life i have been failing maths. seesh, when i thought i will pass, i end up failing it. I will be rechecking it tomorrow and see how it goes. If i really fail it, then i'll let my parents know about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"daddy, i got a HD as i thought, and i fail maths unexpectedly." Ahh, his gonna kill me i guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;A friend of mine is leaving down north. His continuing his studies in law in UITM. I wish him luck and all the best. I might or might not take law as my degree, however the result would be i still love law. And if i progress to another course, then maybe one day i would be ready for law. Till then, lets hope that i pass my foundation and my MATHS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1850483828045117191-5307220714380413922?l=dovesofdoves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dovesofdoves.blogspot.com/feeds/5307220714380413922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1850483828045117191&amp;postID=5307220714380413922&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1850483828045117191/posts/default/5307220714380413922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1850483828045117191/posts/default/5307220714380413922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dovesofdoves.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-got-hd-f-i-n-l-l-y.html' title='I Got A HD, F-I-N-A-L-L-Y'/><author><name>Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01965100520630902066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gKVLFgsYOe8/StYD_AHT-tI/AAAAAAAAAI4/0Blp1slfV74/S220/DSC08604.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1850483828045117191.post-8409166256163201855</id><published>2007-12-23T05:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T06:04:28.814-08:00</updated><title type='text'>20/12/1988</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;He got me roses, like finally. And a musical box. And an ipod shuffle. It was awesome. Mummy scolded me saying "see,he save money and go teach swimming just to buy you this" She was trying to make me feel guilty. I felt it a little, but it really make me happy, so, it's fine i guess. He suprises me sometimes just so sudden and now i fee bad coz all i got for him is a wallet for his birthday. I shall work harder next time and get him a better pressie. At the mean time, we will both enjoy each other company. =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Merry Christmas to everyone..Ho Ho Ho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1850483828045117191-8409166256163201855?l=dovesofdoves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dovesofdoves.blogspot.com/feeds/8409166256163201855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1850483828045117191&amp;postID=8409166256163201855&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1850483828045117191/posts/default/8409166256163201855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1850483828045117191/posts/default/8409166256163201855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dovesofdoves.blogspot.com/2007/12/20121988.html' title='20/12/1988'/><author><name>Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01965100520630902066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gKVLFgsYOe8/StYD_AHT-tI/AAAAAAAAAI4/0Blp1slfV74/S220/DSC08604.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1850483828045117191.post-8174342669982452545</id><published>2007-12-19T09:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T09:59:39.583-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nineteen</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Its great to see everyone back home,screaming here and there. When they left i was happy then after a while i got extremely bored to death. Now they are back i'm freakingly glad and happy. So i'm not complaining anymore. I am happy i can be with them, i am glad they are living with me and i'm so so lucky to have this family and be part of it too. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;And it's my birthday today!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;So i told daddy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"daddy,its my birthday, wish me quick"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;he say"okay,happy birthday"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;End of story!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Then i tell LL,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"oik,wish me.She say in a sad way, happy birthday jie"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Selambaa betul!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Later it's mummy turn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I say "mummy,my birthday,wish me"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;She say"not your birthday yet, your born on dec 20 at 3 pm in the afternoon.Wish what birthday?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I got stunned by that answer. So fine,its mummy attitude. The diva!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Doesn't matter, because my mum do look hot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Jun seng was the first to message me, thenwei yao, kah mun and ling and others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;So i thought, "okay,my boyfriend will be the last"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;SUDDENLY, he called and say "dear,would you open the door please?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;*I'm smiling right now!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;So, i went down and i see his car at my front gate smiling happily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;And lastly, he said "happy birthday dear!!!!!!!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;That was it. My 19th birthday,2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;And i'm the youngest! =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Pamper me more, love me more and treat me better! =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1850483828045117191-8174342669982452545?l=dovesofdoves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dovesofdoves.blogspot.com/feeds/8174342669982452545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1850483828045117191&amp;postID=8174342669982452545&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1850483828045117191/posts/default/8174342669982452545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1850483828045117191/posts/default/8174342669982452545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dovesofdoves.blogspot.com/2007/12/nineteen.html' title='Nineteen'/><author><name>Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01965100520630902066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gKVLFgsYOe8/StYD_AHT-tI/AAAAAAAAAI4/0Blp1slfV74/S220/DSC08604.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1850483828045117191.post-3480575226958985189</id><published>2007-12-16T08:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T09:00:45.180-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where Do You Cross The Line?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Have been studying real hard for my finals and i think i did pretty well. It's my first time aiming for a HD in a certain subject. So i work extra harder and memorize the whole freaking notes hoping what i aim will come true. I never aim in my life becuse i don't want to be dissapointed. It hurts when i fail to achieve. It hurts even more to know that i can be that stupid to aim so high. And because i never aim in life ever before, it makes my life easier. I don't need to work extra hard in exams, and i don't really need to care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I also never care about anything in life. I never really care bout me and him fighting, or my parents. I just follow what they say and whatever with it. I'm like yeah, whatever then that is it. I don't go and ask questions or disagree with them. Maybe i'm just too lazy to talk, so i rather just go along with whay they say. I think not caring is good,because then i don't need to feel sad, or angry or get piss with people. But, sometimes i think not caring is being too cruel. Its like i'm being to hard on. And if i were to brak up with him, i will cry, then i would be strong again to not show him how weak i am. i'll laugh and joke around, but it's just the outside i'm showing. Faking sometimes helps me in showing that i'm tough, i dont need anybody when i'm down and i can stand back on my own feet. Then, where do i cross the line of pretending and protecting myself?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I can say that i don't need love or friends. I just need to have myself and family. Yet, when my friends hurt me, i still feel a pinch in my heart. Should i kneel to my true feelings? Or should i be strong because i'm a girl?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I don't need your symphatize. You can keep it. Instead i will feel pity for you, because u can never protect yourself from getting hurt.  You will keep on getting hurt and cry for all the pain u have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Don't get me wrong. I'm not pretending. i'm being myself. But sometimes i don't like to show how weak i am. You can see me laughing and smiling, and you might think i'm fine. In actual fact, i'm crying slowly and painfully.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1850483828045117191-3480575226958985189?l=dovesofdoves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dovesofdoves.blogspot.com/feeds/3480575226958985189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1850483828045117191&amp;postID=3480575226958985189&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1850483828045117191/posts/default/3480575226958985189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1850483828045117191/posts/default/3480575226958985189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dovesofdoves.blogspot.com/2007/12/where-do-you-cross-line.html' title='Where Do You Cross The Line?'/><author><name>Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01965100520630902066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gKVLFgsYOe8/StYD_AHT-tI/AAAAAAAAAI4/0Blp1slfV74/S220/DSC08604.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1850483828045117191.post-4405472254982847526</id><published>2007-11-28T06:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T06:56:29.944-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shitty Presentation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;So finally, today was my english presentation. I thought i will shake, and shiver and forget every thing i memorize, but instead i remember it all. Some say i did my presentation alright and calmly, but a friend say i was quite playful throughout the presentation. Overall, i did alright, from my point of view. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;But the most annoying,irritating among all is this particular girl! She keep on commenting about other people presentation and telling this guy(which have saome problem with his nerves) to shut up because the guy was shouting(due to his nerve twitch). How cruel is that to tell someone wqhich might in fact don't want that to happen as well. Sometimes he can't control it and he just shout,so? What harm he ever did to you and his grandmother just pass away. Urgh,finelah..I'm piss with her but i won't go up to her and tell her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;With all the anger, i went to john and told him about this. Instead,Instead of agreeing with me, he comes and tell me "MAYBE SHE GOT PROBLEMS,MAYBE SHE FOUGHT WITH HER GUY OR SOMETHING". Instead of agreeing with me, he was on her side helping me. And whenever i comment about anything, he will say no....excuses. then no again...excuses. I expect him to agree with me for once, and say yeah,she ah..stupid woman one. Call her go fuck offlah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I'm full of anger now and i don't know what else to do, than to blog about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;The happier fact: this blog author which i read for quite some time finally gave birth to a healthy baby girl today. Congratulations to her and her husband. I'm just  one out of a million that resad her blog, but it's nice sharing the happiness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1850483828045117191-4405472254982847526?l=dovesofdoves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dovesofdoves.blogspot.com/feeds/4405472254982847526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1850483828045117191&amp;postID=4405472254982847526&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1850483828045117191/posts/default/4405472254982847526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1850483828045117191/posts/default/4405472254982847526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dovesofdoves.blogspot.com/2007/11/shitty-presentation.html' title='Shitty Presentation'/><author><name>Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01965100520630902066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gKVLFgsYOe8/StYD_AHT-tI/AAAAAAAAAI4/0Blp1slfV74/S220/DSC08604.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1850483828045117191.post-426308517251898850</id><published>2007-11-22T06:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T06:26:48.584-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just GIve Me Something</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Won't you be happy when he/she send you a nice gift eventhough it's not your birthday or anniversary? It's just one normal day in a year. It hurts to know that when your friends received gifts unexpectedly and on the other hand, you have not received any special gift unexpectedly before. People compare always and you are one of it too when it comes to relationship. Why did he give her that? Why havn't i got anything from him? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I said, i don't really need gifts and all. Restate again, I said, i DON'T REALLY need gifts and all. I did not say NO DON'T GIVE ME ANY. I wonder how hard it is to buy something or you know,just a simple simple rose? Its pathetic!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Been given roses before?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Yes for me, but it is not from him,it's from a friend. This is serious outrageous...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;For once, could you give me something unexpectedly? I'm sounding so desperate.Well yes i am. I"m in a relationship for almost 2 years now, why wouldn't I? Any girl would be pulling off their hair now and going through a real bad PMS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1850483828045117191-426308517251898850?l=dovesofdoves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dovesofdoves.blogspot.com/feeds/426308517251898850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1850483828045117191&amp;postID=426308517251898850&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1850483828045117191/posts/default/426308517251898850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1850483828045117191/posts/default/426308517251898850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dovesofdoves.blogspot.com/2007/11/just-give-me-something.html' title='Just GIve Me Something'/><author><name>Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01965100520630902066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gKVLFgsYOe8/StYD_AHT-tI/AAAAAAAAAI4/0Blp1slfV74/S220/DSC08604.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1850483828045117191.post-6419490834122254938</id><published>2007-11-19T07:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T07:19:32.306-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Experience</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I finally, F-I-N-A-L-L-Y get to go clubbing and stay out late at night. All my 19 years of life, finally. Went to this club called Bamboo at TTDI. A lil small but the experience it what counts the most. Learned to dance a lil step by step. Meeting them back and enjoying the night was one incredible memories. That particular night somehow gave me a hope in them. Maybe i don't need to just let it all go, maybe i can work this out and enjoy our friendship for as long as it is. =). There is always hope in life right? Guys asking for number reminds me of singlehood. I miss the singlehood life but i will miss relationship life even more as compared to single life. Guess i'm stuck to him for quite some time, and i'm not complaining. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1850483828045117191-6419490834122254938?l=dovesofdoves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dovesofdoves.blogspot.com/feeds/6419490834122254938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1850483828045117191&amp;postID=6419490834122254938&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1850483828045117191/posts/default/6419490834122254938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1850483828045117191/posts/default/6419490834122254938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dovesofdoves.blogspot.com/2007/11/new-experience.html' title='A New Experience'/><author><name>Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01965100520630902066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gKVLFgsYOe8/StYD_AHT-tI/AAAAAAAAAI4/0Blp1slfV74/S220/DSC08604.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1850483828045117191.post-2160490479211356809</id><published>2007-11-13T06:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T06:57:24.850-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Crap, I Know</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Wouldn't it be nice if i can take over my dad's business and be a bos before 30?&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't it be nice if i can successfully pass my law degree and call myself a lawyer finally?&lt;br /&gt;And when i have the money i will then be able to buy myself all the bags i like and adore, the car i dream of and the my home sweet homey?&lt;br /&gt;....... and its back to reality.&lt;br /&gt;i fantasize things in life,and i do admit. Who doesn't actually? First you dream of it, then you take a step forward to make your dreams come true.Right? But i fantasize too much until all i can ever do is just close my eyes and dream. i'll go to sleep smiling,and wake up smiling for a few minutes. Then i'll start to ask myself "what exactly did i dream of?"&lt;br /&gt;Dreams come and go,poof,just like that.But if i work for it,then it would be solid and hard. I dream to study overseas for a year and work there and earn money. With the money i can do things that i always wanted. All i'm doing is talking, writing and not do anything about it.And reality bites!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1850483828045117191-2160490479211356809?l=dovesofdoves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dovesofdoves.blogspot.com/feeds/2160490479211356809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1850483828045117191&amp;postID=2160490479211356809&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1850483828045117191/posts/default/2160490479211356809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1850483828045117191/posts/default/2160490479211356809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dovesofdoves.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-crap-i-know.html' title='I Crap, I Know'/><author><name>Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01965100520630902066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gKVLFgsYOe8/StYD_AHT-tI/AAAAAAAAAI4/0Blp1slfV74/S220/DSC08604.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1850483828045117191.post-8413599678605529541</id><published>2007-09-11T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T08:58:17.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>S-W-E-E-T</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;So how is it like right now?Am i in still in your dictionary?* years would be down the drain but i guess none of you would have cared right.I never exist in your eyes.So yeah,all the "i'll be there for you when you need someone to talk too" it's a bullshit man. This happen last time and this isn't the second time.Am i a easy target to be fooled,to be bullied,to be slammed around?To people that did those,of course u all like it.Your having fun don't ya?You can laugh you can joke.That is the reason why revenge is S-W-E-E-T!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1850483828045117191-8413599678605529541?l=dovesofdoves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dovesofdoves.blogspot.com/feeds/8413599678605529541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1850483828045117191&amp;postID=8413599678605529541&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1850483828045117191/posts/default/8413599678605529541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1850483828045117191/posts/default/8413599678605529541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dovesofdoves.blogspot.com/2007/09/s-w-e-e-t.html' title='S-W-E-E-T'/><author><name>Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01965100520630902066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gKVLFgsYOe8/StYD_AHT-tI/AAAAAAAAAI4/0Blp1slfV74/S220/DSC08604.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1850483828045117191.post-2228558159102718436</id><published>2007-09-04T08:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T06:58:41.289-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;So what happens when you realize that some friends of yours went out and meet when they know your not in town?&lt;br /&gt;What will you do?&lt;br /&gt;How would you feel?&lt;br /&gt;Will you talk face to face and scold them?&lt;br /&gt;Practically,you can't scold them because you know whent he open their mouth it would full of bull&lt;br /&gt;So,how would you take it?&lt;br /&gt;Pretend that you never see that pic,open one eye close one eye OR&lt;br /&gt;Confront them?&lt;br /&gt;What can you do when your friends just treat you as though you DON'T EVEN EXIST.&lt;br /&gt;You can't talk to them and all,since they never change.&lt;br /&gt;They never change!&lt;br /&gt;When your giving so much out,care of none in return&lt;br /&gt;But dislike when all you get in return is friends that don't fucking care about your existence.&lt;br /&gt;These are just shits,friendships that can never be mend no matter how much you want to safe it&lt;br /&gt;What happens to friends forever?What happens to all the promises?&lt;br /&gt;Simple,they promise today,the next day forget all about it&lt;br /&gt;Friends forever?What about friends with benefits?&lt;br /&gt;Don't fucking treat friends like shit just because you think that they are not important to you.&lt;br /&gt;Because one fine day when your in trouble,the first thing you do is call that so call friend you treated like shit for help.&lt;br /&gt;And that friend will always help you,but that friend will also remember how you treated her/him&lt;br /&gt;Don't give bullshits and all.You don't want that person to come and meet with you all,just say so.Don't lie and say busy and then go out with other people in the very same gang.&lt;br /&gt;You wanna treat a friend that always been there for you,fine with it.&lt;br /&gt;Your friend is just hoping that one day you can open ur your eyes and see things clearly.To see who is your true friend,who was there for you,and who was willing to give everything with tolerance but expect nothing in return.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1850483828045117191-2228558159102718436?l=dovesofdoves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dovesofdoves.blogspot.com/feeds/2228558159102718436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1850483828045117191&amp;postID=2228558159102718436&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1850483828045117191/posts/default/2228558159102718436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1850483828045117191/posts/default/2228558159102718436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dovesofdoves.blogspot.com/2007/09/friends.html' title='Friends'/><author><name>Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01965100520630902066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gKVLFgsYOe8/StYD_AHT-tI/AAAAAAAAAI4/0Blp1slfV74/S220/DSC08604.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1850483828045117191.post-3910858392859179532</id><published>2007-09-03T08:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T06:59:55.562-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Got What I Wanted</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Never sleep all night and instead me,sis and nelson went to a karaoke place.Sang all night long from 12 till 5am.Then its time for me to go back home and pack my last minute things.Check that everything is done,then the next destination is the airport.I guess i slept through out the journey not knowing that because i was just too damn tired.Reach the airport,check in luggage and paid rm150 extra because of excess weight.Finish up all including redemming the taxes.It is now time to sa goodbye to my sis which i wil not see until next year maybe,and to nelson which i might not see for a few years down the road,and to ah yi(auntie,nelson mummy) which i might never see again.Sayang goodbye was easy,because those was just words.But no words can express out how much i will miss my sis.All the laughter she brought to this family,all the things she done for me to safe my ass,and to all the silly things we did together.How things change when we grew up.Less fights,more communication! In comparison to previous years,we fight like mad.Pulling each other hairs and hitting,and end up getting canned.Oh,how it was last time.Those were the moments,and now,these moments i have with her shall never be forgotten because she is and will always be my dearest sis.The best of all,she is cool man. *winks* Better tase than me,better styles and better in every single thing and i love her to bits. *smiles* =]&lt;br /&gt;No matter how much i will miss all of them,i gotta admit that i have been waiting to go back home to my loved ones in kl.The funniest thing is,i almost miss my flight because i read the gate wrongly from gate B to gate D.so imagine how far i walk and end up walking backwards.Thank godness i got there on time.Boarded the plane,slept through out also and reach kl around 1pm.Called him is the first thing i did.Then went and carry my super duper fucking heavy luggage.Bought ERL ticktes from klia to sentral.In between,played gameboy.A game that i played since young.This electronic accompany me when i was bored,sad and when i was waiting.&lt;br /&gt;Reach sentral and i gave him a call.Saw him walking towards me now,heart beating a little,smiling so happily,and a hug so warm.A sign of affection i miss throughout the taiwan trip.Kisses were not to be miss. I love you too! Went to college to settle my things and it's all done.So tomorrow would be my first day in foundation.I feel weird holding pen.It's bee so long not touching my stationary.=] Came home,lie down on the bed.*hugs and kisses*&lt;br /&gt;Taiwan trip was fine,but if you were there,things might be even perfect.Nonetheless,no regrets going to taiwan.=] Nights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1850483828045117191-3910858392859179532?l=dovesofdoves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dovesofdoves.blogspot.com/feeds/3910858392859179532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1850483828045117191&amp;postID=3910858392859179532&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1850483828045117191/posts/default/3910858392859179532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1850483828045117191/posts/default/3910858392859179532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dovesofdoves.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-got-what-i-wanted.html' title='I Got What I Wanted'/><author><name>Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01965100520630902066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gKVLFgsYOe8/StYD_AHT-tI/AAAAAAAAAI4/0Blp1slfV74/S220/DSC08604.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1850483828045117191.post-6090500353594567563</id><published>2007-08-30T10:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T07:01:00.982-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting Anxiously</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;It wasn't as fun as i thought it would be.Mainly due to some reasons.=] First day was alla bout boarding the flight,sitting for 4 hours and catching up movies i never watch yet.Reach taiwan at about 8pm.On phone right away but realize it says emergency call only.Nightmare for me because i need my phone to message people important to me like for example,the boyfriend.*smiles* but yeah,phone sucks,and connection was bad.So phones off until i get back to kl.Staying at yaiwan for 10 days which ui gotta admit that the trip is way to long. Had some fun shopping and only getting a pair of skirt and a cute towel for rm9 ONLY.Some things are cheap but some aren't.&lt;br /&gt;Went to the beach today.Tried surfing a little,but the board i was using doesn't allowed me to sit on it.Waves was alright though,a few quite huge a few small.The huge one really came and whack me.Board flip,and i was in the sea already drinking a mouthful of salt water,ears blocked, and salt water entered my ears too.That was not so nice.And i remembered this joke about the sea and salt.It was about the wales.They say that wales ejaculates yones of sperm but only one enters the female wales.And the others?In the sea,swimming around i guess.So that's why the sea is so so salty.Naughty naughty wales,but hmm sex is normal right? =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you see from the outside whether this couple had sex?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm dead curious about it because of this particular couple.=p Just wanna know,so if you know tell me about it. Went to this place called * i forgotten* A lot of shops sells animals.There is this shop,the woman was trying to make the female maltese stand so that the male maltese can hump her and breed.She was trying but the maltese kept on sitting back down.*good for her* I kept on looking at her.She was showing zero expression to what she was doing as though that it s correct.For me,that action is considered cruel and evil.She is just too cold blooded.Then Nelson told me that they see them as a product.Yeah dogs that you buy are for sale,but you don't need to force it to breed right? Dogs have lives to just like us.Treat them well woman!!! =/&lt;br /&gt;When i reach taiwan,i ahd started to count the days left.I am still counting by the way.3 days more and i'm abck in kl,hugging john tightly.I miss you so so much.you know that?&lt;br /&gt;Happy Merdeka Everyone..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1850483828045117191-6090500353594567563?l=dovesofdoves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dovesofdoves.blogspot.com/feeds/6090500353594567563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1850483828045117191&amp;postID=6090500353594567563&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1850483828045117191/posts/default/6090500353594567563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1850483828045117191/posts/default/6090500353594567563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dovesofdoves.blogspot.com/2007/08/waiting-anxiously.html' title='Waiting Anxiously'/><author><name>Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01965100520630902066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gKVLFgsYOe8/StYD_AHT-tI/AAAAAAAAAI4/0Blp1slfV74/S220/DSC08604.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1850483828045117191.post-8422266301647032575</id><published>2007-08-23T00:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T07:01:35.895-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Big 'D' Word</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I thought that divorce cases could only happen in the uk or any international country.But i never thought that i would hear it here,or even among my family and relatives.Whenever anyone hear about the D word,they tend to get shock and ask why why and why.I'm not asking this questions maily because i know just a lil why this is happening.This is not what is going on in my family,but it is happening to someone close to me and close to my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of some issue the wife decided to leave the family and take her youngest child with her back home.She would be leaving behind her young teenagers with the husband. What happen? Some BITCH came to the husband and ask him out.And so they went.That BITCH acted as though that she don't have money to pay for her shopping clothes,so she ask the husband to pay for him.The husband was smart enough to realize that she just wants his money,so he left.The wife found out about the resit. Now she could not forgive him for what he have done to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This couple had been married for 20 and more years and to us and the neighbour they seem the perfect couple.Always laughing and smiling. This news shock my family and my mum and even me.They had been married for so long and imagine the love,memories and family built. Thanks to some BITCH,this family mightbe ruin and torn apart.For me,i think that maybe the wife should let the past go and forget about it because they have childrens in their life now.It is no longer about the both of them,but the entire family.But on the other hand,myself would not forgive him.The relationship had been so long and all the trust she had for him is gone and it now no any longer exist.If i'm her i would not forgive him for his actions and stupidness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you do if your her and if ur him??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week had been pretty hectic for me.First i got my results and it was bad as i had imagine.Second,squeeze brain to figure what else to study.Third,register and do everything done by friday,TOMORROW! Then saturday,i'm off to taiwan.I can't wait for the taiwan trip and i hope this course would be fine for me.=] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1850483828045117191-8422266301647032575?l=dovesofdoves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dovesofdoves.blogspot.com/feeds/8422266301647032575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1850483828045117191&amp;postID=8422266301647032575&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1850483828045117191/posts/default/8422266301647032575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1850483828045117191/posts/default/8422266301647032575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dovesofdoves.blogspot.com/2007/08/big-d-word.html' title='Big &apos;D&apos; Word'/><author><name>Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01965100520630902066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gKVLFgsYOe8/StYD_AHT-tI/AAAAAAAAAI4/0Blp1slfV74/S220/DSC08604.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1850483828045117191.post-2245567213085856637</id><published>2007-08-15T09:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T07:02:26.129-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anger Within</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;When you are too mad at someone,too frust with them,too pissed off with them and all of the feelings just get mixed up combining it into a state where your dissapointed. OkLAH that's a bit overreacting. But seriously when you fight to much with someone you love, you tend to get bored with all the quarrels and arguments. And when a fight starts, you just go lalalalala.* pretending you singing* =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the worst? To fight with your partner because you still care for him/her? or to just let him/her yell and still pretend nothing is happening because your too bored with the arguments?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To anonymous,about the comment you left,it is truelah and sometimes not all questions have an answer to it...A lil bit of peeping won't be bad.*hah* =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1850483828045117191-2245567213085856637?l=dovesofdoves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dovesofdoves.blogspot.com/feeds/2245567213085856637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1850483828045117191&amp;postID=2245567213085856637&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1850483828045117191/posts/default/2245567213085856637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1850483828045117191/posts/default/2245567213085856637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dovesofdoves.blogspot.com/2007/08/anger-within.html' title='Anger Within'/><author><name>Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01965100520630902066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gKVLFgsYOe8/StYD_AHT-tI/AAAAAAAAAI4/0Blp1slfV74/S220/DSC08604.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1850483828045117191.post-2669461039896926402</id><published>2007-08-12T08:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T07:03:06.114-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Invisibility</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ever dream of being invisible? And why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What says you? =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1850483828045117191-2669461039896926402?l=dovesofdoves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dovesofdoves.blogspot.com/feeds/2669461039896926402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1850483828045117191&amp;postID=2669461039896926402&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1850483828045117191/posts/default/2669461039896926402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1850483828045117191/posts/default/2669461039896926402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dovesofdoves.blogspot.com/2007/08/invisibility.html' title='Invisibility'/><author><name>Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01965100520630902066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gKVLFgsYOe8/StYD_AHT-tI/AAAAAAAAAI4/0Blp1slfV74/S220/DSC08604.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1850483828045117191.post-611997701782910700</id><published>2007-08-07T08:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T07:03:36.198-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's Not Pretend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I have no doubt that i could love u forever&lt;br /&gt;The only trouble is you don't really have the time&lt;br /&gt;You got one night only one night only&lt;br /&gt;That's all you have to spare&lt;br /&gt;One night only,let's not pretend to care&lt;br /&gt;One night only,one night only&lt;br /&gt;Come on baby come on&lt;br /&gt;One night only we only have till dawn&lt;br /&gt;And in the morning this feeling would be gone&lt;br /&gt;Have no chance&lt;br /&gt;Something so right&lt;br /&gt;Has got no chance to live&lt;br /&gt;So lets forget about chances&lt;br /&gt;It's one night only with me&lt;br /&gt;One night only&lt;br /&gt;One night only&lt;br /&gt;You would be the only one&lt;br /&gt;One night only&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing to rush&lt;br /&gt;One night only&lt;br /&gt;One night only&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;But i'm not sure&lt;br /&gt;We didn't make forever&lt;br /&gt;Now i'm standing here,looking for something to say&lt;br /&gt;We've been together,so close to each other&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to say goodbye,hard to open up&lt;br /&gt;And not sure what your going for&lt;br /&gt;We did not know we would end like this&lt;br /&gt;You know i always love you&lt;br /&gt;You know i'll always be there for you&lt;br /&gt;It's hard&lt;br /&gt;But don't be sad&lt;br /&gt;Because the time we have together&lt;br /&gt;Shall not be forgotten&lt;br /&gt;Memories built&lt;br /&gt;Would be remembered&lt;br /&gt;Remember it all and thinking about it&lt;br /&gt;You make me smile,&lt;br /&gt;Baby,don't be sad but be happy&lt;br /&gt;For the memories we had will always be kept in my heart&lt;br /&gt;Just so you know&lt;br /&gt;I'm never taking you away from my heart&lt;br /&gt;The place you have in me would be kept for you&lt;br /&gt;You and only you&lt;br /&gt;So,please believe me&lt;br /&gt;When i say that i could have love you&lt;br /&gt;Be happy,and not sad&lt;br /&gt;Because i'm happy with the path we've been through&lt;br /&gt;No one will take this away from me&lt;br /&gt;What about you?&lt;br /&gt;Baby,tell me&lt;br /&gt;For you it's over&lt;br /&gt;For someone that like you without any reason?&lt;br /&gt;For her&lt;br /&gt;It would always be the same&lt;br /&gt;Feelings unchanged&lt;br /&gt;It stays like this&lt;br /&gt;Forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1850483828045117191-611997701782910700?l=dovesofdoves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dovesofdoves.blogspot.com/feeds/611997701782910700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1850483828045117191&amp;postID=611997701782910700&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1850483828045117191/posts/default/611997701782910700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1850483828045117191/posts/default/611997701782910700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dovesofdoves.blogspot.com/2007/08/lets-not-pretend.html' title='Let&apos;s Not Pretend'/><author><name>Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01965100520630902066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gKVLFgsYOe8/StYD_AHT-tI/AAAAAAAAAI4/0Blp1slfV74/S220/DSC08604.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1850483828045117191.post-4713391410970445827</id><published>2007-08-07T08:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T07:03:58.832-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In Her Shoes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I carry your heart with me, I carry it in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;I am nothing without you,&lt;br /&gt;Anywhere i go,you will go with me.&lt;br /&gt;I fear no fate because your my faith.&lt;br /&gt;I have no world,when your not with me.&lt;br /&gt;Here is the deepest secret no one knows,&lt;br /&gt;The root of a root,&lt;br /&gt;The bud of a bud,&lt;br /&gt;The sky above the sky,&lt;br /&gt;Of the tree palm life.&lt;br /&gt;Its the wonder of life that keeps the stars apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1850483828045117191-4713391410970445827?l=dovesofdoves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dovesofdoves.blogspot.com/feeds/4713391410970445827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1850483828045117191&amp;postID=4713391410970445827&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1850483828045117191/posts/default/4713391410970445827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1850483828045117191/posts/default/4713391410970445827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dovesofdoves.blogspot.com/2007/08/in-her-shoes.html' title='In Her Shoes'/><author><name>Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01965100520630902066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gKVLFgsYOe8/StYD_AHT-tI/AAAAAAAAAI4/0Blp1slfV74/S220/DSC08604.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1850483828045117191.post-5519610908492056266</id><published>2007-08-07T08:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T07:04:28.116-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Have You Ever"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"Have You Ever?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever loved somebody so much&lt;br /&gt;It makes you cry&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever needed something so badyou can't sleep at night&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever tried to find the words&lt;br /&gt;But they don't come out right&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever , Have you ever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been in love&lt;br /&gt;In love so bad&lt;br /&gt;You'd do anything to make them understand&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had someone steal your heart away&lt;br /&gt;You give anything to make them feel the same&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever searched for words to get you in their heart&lt;br /&gt;But you don't know what to say&lt;br /&gt;And you don't know where to start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever found the one&lt;br /&gt;You've dreamed of all your heart&lt;br /&gt;You'd do just about anything to look into their eyes&lt;br /&gt;Have you finally found the one you've given your heart to&lt;br /&gt;Only to find that one won't give their heart to you&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever closed your eyes and&lt;br /&gt;Dreamed that they were there&lt;br /&gt;And all you can do is wait for the day when they will care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do i gotta do to get you in myarms baby&lt;br /&gt;What do i gotta say to get to your heart&lt;br /&gt;To make you understand how i need you next to me&lt;br /&gt;Gotta get you in my world&lt;br /&gt;Cuz baby I can't sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1850483828045117191-5519610908492056266?l=dovesofdoves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dovesofdoves.blogspot.com/feeds/5519610908492056266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1850483828045117191&amp;postID=5519610908492056266&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1850483828045117191/posts/default/5519610908492056266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1850483828045117191/posts/default/5519610908492056266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dovesofdoves.blogspot.com/2007/08/have-you-ever.html' title='&quot;Have You Ever&quot;'/><author><name>Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01965100520630902066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gKVLFgsYOe8/StYD_AHT-tI/AAAAAAAAAI4/0Blp1slfV74/S220/DSC08604.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1850483828045117191.post-3242084309868982536</id><published>2007-08-06T09:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T07:04:46.108-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How Things Were Back Then</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;You have been there for me for as long as i could remember-Remember we would smile at each other whenever we enter the classroom?-The first time you came to minda ceria,you walk through the door and you stand infront of everyone.-You came in with another guy.-Nonetheless,my eyes were on you.-I dont know why,but maybe it's because you were from my then boyfriend school and you were his neighbour too-I saw you writing at the white board-And so,we fight for the board space-You smiled,i smiled-Things was so perfect back then.-And eventhough we never talk during the night ,we know that we miss each other-We flirt and talk and everytime we talk,eventually we will smile-When sir ask us to sit in groups,you know that the sit infront of me is available to you,but you never come.So,my then boyfriend took that place that was suppose to be urs and not his-How funny things is,because that sit was suppose to be my then boyfriend,but i always wanted you to take that place-Maybe we had a chemical reaction-The nicest thing of all was that you called me.And we talk or even try to talk eventhough my boyfriend insisted that i should stop talking to you-Yet,we talk.Remember at that time my boyfriend was so damn piss with you.-Still,we talk.-You and i know that there is something going on between us,but i had him and you just got heartbroken-January 2006,my stupid asshole boyfriend ask me a very very dumb question.To choose him or my freedom.It was so damn obvious that i would choose freedom.-After breaking up with him,we went out the next day-We had fun right,eating shakeys,taking each other drinks.-Baby,You know i love you only&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had loads of fun,but it seems to me all this days has been a long long time.-I never felt the same as how i feel last time-How eager i was to meet you,to see you as faded-And last time when you try to court me-You think of fun stuff to do with me,to make me laugh-It has been such a long long time baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dreamt about you the other day-The words you say came flowing back into my mind-I guess you have been waiting for me to say this,"baby,it's true that all this while you had done so many things for me and i so stupidly think that i'm the one that had been tolerating you"-I'm sorry because i forgot how things were back then with you-I'm sorry because i never know how you felt-Baby,Give me time and maybe things would change as how it is before-And to you,please remember how you treat me last time.-So tender so loving-Now,i only feel that way after we had great fun together-And when you came so close to me hugging me so tightly saying you love me over and over again,i feel close to your heart-I don't want that feel to come only when we'r having fun.I want it when we'r together doing nothing-Lastly,you know i love you!&lt;br /&gt;--Kisses to you--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1850483828045117191-3242084309868982536?l=dovesofdoves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gKVLFgsYOe8/StYD_AHT-tI/AAAAAAAAAI4/0Blp1slfV74/S220/DSC08604.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1850483828045117191.post-6822489143594433482</id><published>2007-08-06T09:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T07:05:02.793-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mistress</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;When you walk down the aisle with your soon to be husband/wife,all you could ever think of was to be with him/her for the rest of your life.Vows are said and told by the preist.He ask do you take him/her as your lovely beloved husband/wife to have and to hold,till death do you apart?When you say I DO,you know you mean it deep down your heart.As time fly,you and your soul mate live together,stay together and have kids too.She got pregnant with your baby,gave birth to a new living soul.And eventhough she know that her body will gt out of shape,her hole would be loose,yet she agreed in having your baby.Then,years pass.She no longer have the looks like last time,she no longer owns a godness body.She gave it all up for you.And now,you repay her by having a mistress outside and as cruel as you could ever be,your mistress gave birth to your child,a baby boy.Your wife had been there for you all this while,and now your rich,you decided to have another woman outside.How cruel could you be?When you return,gates would be open widely for you.Its for you to decide to enter inside or to live outside.It is your choice,but you should know that she would be waiting for you with your baby girls.Do remember that they might leave this world,because no girl can face the fact that her very own husband has a mistress outside with a child.She might leave this world with your baby daughters.What are you gonna do when they leave you forever?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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