<?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-22585825</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:34:29.364-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our_Story</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourstorybegin.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22585825/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourstorybegin.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>dalphne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08221926765156343082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>50</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22585825.post-116875981067324989</id><published>2007-01-13T23:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T23:30:10.683-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bkew n blew awy the dust.....wa....too long never blog le...cause currently dun have much time to do such things....a new beginning year...everything start again....i n dar dar was happily together now..he really treat mi very gd....i will hold to tis r/s as much as i can...cause i dun wan lose him n we wan be together till old de...hehe...hope tat he is the one god created for mi....Xmas celebrate with him n some friends....he bought a sovil titius watch for mi as present...so happi... hehe....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My bike lesson after a mth of raining season...going start back again...now left with last session i going TP le...everyone wish mi gd luck k...this is a short bloggie...casue running out of time...will blog neat time if i can.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22585825-116875981067324989?l=ourstorybegin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22585825.post-116547704381472081</id><published>2006-12-06T23:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T23:37:23.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>~&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;~~ blew away all the dust n spider web on my little blog here...hehe...so long never blog le..think gt abt a mth le...haiz...wad to do..alot of thngs happen this few days...let s start with everything abit by bit ba...hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;let mi start wif my friends..the mth of nov did have some quarrel with some of my friends...one is iris...but we r okie now...she quarrel wif her bf..cause she tat time keep on going out wif us till late...but s okay la..now at least her bf let her go out wif us till late for a mth of 2 times..hehe...abt another friend..."L"..saw her blog tat she has jus let go of a long r/s...dun actually wad happen..i tink she also won't tell mi too..but itz okie..i hope tat she will be fine.... and some shocking news also...Clarence get together with bao bao... but heard tat bao bao is the 3rd party..between angeline n him...haiz..wad to do..thats their own choice..n i can't do anything also..n another friend...dun wish to talk much abt her...can't figure wad she wan..n dun understand her anymore..let her be..she has totally change...until i dunno whom she is le...n the gap is getting bigger n bigger..anyway she has already sell her time to where she was working now..so dun bother to say so much anymore....n get to see alot of wad kind of ppl is ard mi right now..liar..N friends whom words can be trusted....some of u might noe whom i refering to...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Abt r/s...get to be wif someone now...he is a gd n caring bf for the time being...in the future..no one knows wad will happen...but he is also a very forgetful guy...but he treating mi like a little princess..actually feel quite xin fu...hehe..thankx dar dar...we willl be  celebrating our 1st xmas together in a few weeks time..hope tat he can stand my attitude ba...cause my attitude i sfucking bad..n i will get irritated very easily....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Last but nt least...is my bike lesson....okie...time flies fast...i going tp soon le...hehe...left with last pract to go..so nervous..wish mi gd lucks ba.. will update soon...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22585825.post-116260766310660720</id><published>2006-11-03T18:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T18:34:23.116-08:00</updated><title type='text'>@ home</title><content type='html'>today take leave to apply for my pdl....ytd went to catch Grudge 2...kaoz...so scary sia...thats wad i tink la...hehe...than went bar code...saw mic there lo..as usual...we never talk to each other n haiz...the hope gone...but cause of a ger we chat awhile....i damn dun like the ger lo...seeking ppl attention lo...i mean for wad fuck la...u r seeking ppl attention..but in a wrong way n make ppl feel so disgust lo...haiz..than mic still msg mi ask mi wan sing song ant...haha...very funny hor...but anyway thankx ba...i dunno wad to blog le la...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22585825.post-116200437298533792</id><published>2006-10-27T19:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T19:59:32.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>nt enough slp</title><content type='html'>haiz...todae sat n i have to work...n i jus slp not more than 2 hrs...cause ytd went pubbing n clubbing with esther n ling n frendz ba...went to bq a pub name barcode...n get to know some friends there...n e boss there micheal....hehe...he is a very funny guy lo..keep on play 5-10 wif him n drink n drink..than saw px there also...than went dw baby face atre the pubbing as...bobby...a new friend ask us to go..as esther wan go dance than i acc her there lo...but i was so happy tat i actually went there...hehe...got to know a guy at there name alvin..is a 30+ guy if i nt wrong la...he treat mi drink chivas...wa..tats sucks...make until my stomach nw also gt tat smell lo...so disgusting wor....i saw william uncle..he is working there...i tink i hav hope to find the person that i was looking for...haha..but micheal got gf le...but they quarrel ytd night i dunno y...hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually i quite envious  esther as he got a bf whom will care n dote her..mi lei..got a bf..but seems more like "clubbing couple" lo...he can't gib mi wad i wan..i mean in feelings...i nearly cry out at pub..wad can i do but jus fight back my tears...no one i can pour my feelings to..i really nid someone to talk to...i thought of clar..but he nw is too busy for mi le...wad should i do..y can't he gib mi some tat feelings i wan...tat i nid...esther told mi tat he off on sunday..but so...i dun tink he wil ask mi out or wad la..not like kenjay n esther...gt planning of going for a movie..haiz~~so envoius...wad can i do n say...jus NOTHING !! No mood to blog le..will update soon !!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22585825-116200437298533792?l=ourstorybegin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourstorybegin.blogspot.com/feeds/116200437298533792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22585825&amp;postID=116200437298533792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22585825/posts/default/116200437298533792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22585825/posts/default/116200437298533792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourstorybegin.blogspot.com/2006/10/nt-enough-slp.html' title='nt enough slp'/><author><name>dalphne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08221926765156343082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22585825.post-116178348039072229</id><published>2006-10-25T06:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T06:38:00.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>update</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;its time to gib here a little update le...wahaha...i have been going clubbing nowadays...went down momo with esther mei...in the end u know whom i met there...tat my x..jing rong...hehe..we seems fated to get to c each other n together...haha...actually i know him when i was in sec times...he is same sec with mi..but i not known him in sch de...but in entertainment...than we lost contact for a few years than met each other again at ceni...haha..than not long we get together...happy..okay la...but he can't gib mi the care n concern for mi..so eventually we broke up...now we get back together again...but till nw i still feel the same...jus like last time..onli clubbing time we r jus like a couple...haha...back to latest happening..haha..met some of his new friends..one is kenjay...i tink his name like tat ba...gt to treat my mei mei very gd wor..hope they will happie 4-ever wor...gib her my best blessing...on monday..hari raya eve..went ceni with iris n esther..while we eating..iris thought of go take neo print..in the end..we take so many until we addicted to it..wahaha..so long dun have 3 ger outing le...hehe..we mus go take again ah...than went mu drink..than go momo again..kaoz...tat pig won't change de always ask mi drink n say i nt so easily drunk de...than still ordre lambogini...in the end i concust...SHIT...so ugly..i dunno y..onli he dare mi..i won't wan lose...wahaha..but thankx him n esther n iris n the rest of u..help mi n take care of mi..hehe...mi get 1 rose n 1 pig from him when i saw him at momo the 1st time...as for meiz...she also get teh same thing..but from 2 guys..wahaha...but is 1 guy gib one different thing..haha..than the following went momo..(tat day i concust)..tat pig still owe mi 11 roses..so he eevnetually got mi 3...n owe mi one lee hwa anklet...haha..nw got hives(feng mok)...hands damn itchy...stop here le...will update soon....btw i get this cause of BEER...TIGER BEER...i can't drink beer anymore....sadz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22585825-116178348039072229?l=ourstorybegin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourstorybegin.blogspot.com/feeds/116178348039072229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>nothing much happen lately...juz wne t shopping in malaysia..nt enough slp n bla bla bla...wahaha..wad is love..no one can define this word..or else we can put as..everyone look at this word "love" is in different view n have different opinon...that was i tink n feel...sometimes i feel glad to find n know some close friends..but sometimes i dun..i m getting more n more frickle minded le...i saw 1 report..n i feel thati can gib some comments..hehe...Gays r being banned in s'pore..in the law of 377..(i tink correct ba)..even gays have sex or close action ba..in public or wad...does anyone know that..so most gays of singapore went to other country to get married..the reason is because they dun banned gays from getting married!!i tink everything shld be equal no matter in wad llo...n ppl posting nude photos in webby...dosent make mi feel anything even though with or without their pic lo...cause is the freedom n privacy of everyone...u can post anything as u like wad...No hard feelings to anyone if one ay u came accross this post of mine ba...think blog till nw..bb&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22585825-116115176191482374?l=ourstorybegin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourstorybegin.blogspot.com/feeds/116115176191482374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22585825&amp;postID=116115176191482374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22585825/posts/default/116115176191482374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22585825/posts/default/116115176191482374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourstorybegin.blogspot.com/2006/10/itx-time-to-blogx.html' title='itx time to blogx'/><author><name>dalphne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08221926765156343082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22585825.post-116064721073759864</id><published>2006-10-12T02:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T03:00:10.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wad kind of Feelings</title><content type='html'>wad kind of feelings will u have..if u have a little precious with someone u love or a little precious of ur own??i dunno la..cause i dun hav ma..jus figuring out wad is the feeling of it..some of my friends gave birth le..saw their little precious i was so happy...it is hard to bring a little child up...anyway i trust my friend will do their best to give their precious good up bringing de...all the best...i tink being a third party is bad right...we shouldn't do that de ma..yaya...VERY BAD...We should all control our feelings ba..Can't go spoilt or break up ppl de Relationship or wad ever...i also dunno wad rubbish i talking about...forget it..bb&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22585825-116064721073759864?l=ourstorybegin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourstorybegin.blogspot.com/feeds/116064721073759864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22585825&amp;postID=116064721073759864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22585825/posts/default/116064721073759864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22585825/posts/default/116064721073759864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourstorybegin.blogspot.com/2006/10/wad-kind-of-feelings.html' title='wad kind of Feelings'/><author><name>dalphne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08221926765156343082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22585825.post-116037431081800413</id><published>2006-10-08T23:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T23:11:50.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things happen tis few dayz</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;kaoz...nowadays i was damn tired wor...not enough slp at all..haha...having my bike practice n theory practice...finally i pass my theory evaluation le..waiting for RTT now...wish that i can get my bike lic this year...than i can have my own transport...sat went to ling there n drink..saw P.X..but i tink he got saw mi ba..but we never talk to each other at all..but i gt biao him la..n i did tell iris who he is...pat also there..then he ask mi whom m i keep looking at ..haha...but i jus say friend lo...wahahaha...than there is a customer name "james" take my no. haha...is ling friend also haha...quite a nice guy ba..i dunno..cause i dunno him well...all r friends...my heart is lock up...no r/s for the time being..jus like my single life now alot...i have too much things to occupied mi..hhaa...haiz..my phone went to "hospital" le..getting out later...wahaha..later goin pract lesson le...gt to pillion iris wor...haha..so nervous..cause always ppl pillion mi..not i pillion ppl ma...wahaha...ytd have a few dreams..all abt friends de..haiz..dun wish to say la..friends...i believe that u have a few trustable n gd friends can le...dun nid alot..but u can have a lot of friends..but nt trustable....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22585825.post-115978042021673938</id><published>2006-10-02T02:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T02:13:40.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>backie</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;i m back frm malaysia le...my most beloved cousin has already become ppl wife le wor...Really miss her lots..cause i wont' have anyone to talk when i nid..to pour my feeling to le..this cousin of mine is jus like a sister n best friend to mi..rem last time..when something happen..n i nid to cool myself down..i just go in malaysia to find her..n stay for a mth..she will bring mi ard to play..meet her friend..n talk to mi every night b4 we went to bed..haiz..n everytime chinese new year..i can i will stay there for a few days..she will also bring mi ard talk to mi..share problems n feeling together...but now n future i tink is hard..cause she has her family..she will not have the time for mi le..haiz..jus wish that my cousin-in-law will treat her gd..tats wad i told him..dun bully her hor..really can't bare her to go...but wad can i do..hope she find her happiness,this is the best wishes i wanted to giv her..ytd when i saw her wedding photo at the restaurant projector..i feel like crying..n when the groom come fetch her..but i fight back my tears from flowing down from my eyes..i din take much photo with her...cause i dun wan..i scare i will she bu de wor...but i really she bu de her now wor... =~(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Blog till here ba..no more mood to blog anymore le..so tired also...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22585825.post-115958831116482785</id><published>2006-09-29T20:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T20:51:51.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>End of Sept</title><content type='html'>Today is the last day of sept...i was so tired this few days..later going malaysia le..tomolo is my cousin Wedding..haiz...it's goin to b a year since i first met him..so much things happen n time files so fast...as ppl say when u grown up..the time will flies so fast unknowingly...its true..I tink of the times we r together...wad is the cause of the break up..How is he doin now lei??I still let go of him ba... I also find that some ppl ard mi..r jus so hypocrite..calculative..jus talkin things out of no where n no sense...i know tis might lead mi to lesser friend..But..how can u stand someone...everyday called u n talk rubbish..n even can't giv a ride to somewhere near??dun say to some where far...n say like..y dun ask ur bro or whom to fetch u there??Plz la..common sense is that if i can..do u tink i fucking wan to ask u...saying something which never go through the mind...but still can go "fetch" someone tat also in abt town area..&amp; some HUMAN BEING r jus so arragont n how can u share with ur friend something n there is balance of the thing n u goin to finish it up like u wan...Wad kind of Human BEing is THIS !!Haiz...i always seems like the evil person...wadever..i jus being straight forward that is wad my character is..i dun like to giv ppl fake feeling..jus like to clarify things up...Ppl might say whom he or she lose..whom is with them last time..but not now...have own life..wadever n ever...but how dissappointed when ur friend dun even knw u change no.when u dun even gib a damn of informing him / her lei...i m jus a soft hearted ger..i jus like to help ppl out within my range..but i dun wish to be taken for granted...haiz...dun nod wad to rant here le la..BB&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22585825-115958831116482785?l=ourstorybegin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourstorybegin.blogspot.com/feeds/115958831116482785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22585825&amp;postID=115958831116482785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22585825/posts/default/115958831116482785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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friend..i feel so bad..when she seems to facing alot of pros now..but i dunno...we getting to contact lesser n lesser as days pass by..not i dun wan..is that she make mi feel like i m left out n seems she dun nid mi this frend anyway...until ytd i saw wad she written...but i will always behind her waiting for her to turn back n see...i will always lent my listening ear n shoulder for u to cry when u nid..Esther..Rem this..i promise i will always be there...gib mi a call if u wan..anytime n anywhere...hehe..dun keep n hide ur feelings..i m damn tired now..hope that i can knock off work straight away...One night i m so surprise to recieve someone msg wor...i thought i saw wrongly..haha..u should know who u r ba...so long never chat with u @ msn le wor...hehe...com is fixed now...i can continue play with net at home le...haha..thankx to mum n bro wor..time flies fast..hope tat those whom r unhappy now..may walk out of the dark place..u won't know wad will happen tomolo...&lt;div 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Ger'/><author><name>dalphne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08221926765156343082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22585825.post-115820150625581822</id><published>2006-09-13T19:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T19:38:26.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;turn 21 le...after ytd...receive a cute pressie from my colleague...n they also bought a cute cake for mi...feel so happie...hehe...but nw mi is damn tired n headache wor...ytd thought of go eat onli...but in the end i still went for a drink at bq...so tired wor...feel so great of having iris this friend...she so tired but still accompany go down...muackz..muackz....haha...i dunno wad to say abt feeling anymore...now the most thing i wish is sleep...haha...this year bday is the most wonderful bday i hab...for the past years i have celebrated...though is nt a lot of ppl...but is most happie de..except for nick never turn up n mia le...haiz..nothing uch to say abt him..jus one word..disappointed lo....haiz...time to grow up n nt fooling ard le...going for studies after i got my bike lic...hehe....nw working..dun talk too much...thankx everyone..for all the pressie n accompany mi...thankx guys&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22585825-115820150625581822?l=ourstorybegin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourstorybegin.blogspot.com/feeds/115820150625581822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22585825&amp;postID=115820150625581822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22585825/posts/default/115820150625581822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22585825/posts/default/115820150625581822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourstorybegin.blogspot.com/2006/09/birthday.html' title='birthday'/><author><name>dalphne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08221926765156343082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22585825.post-115794335234510787</id><published>2006-09-10T19:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T19:55:52.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>headache</title><content type='html'>wad a terrible headache i have... ytd hav buffet for my bday celebartion at my hse...than after that went down ceni mit clar n derrick...after that went boat quay wan to find a pub to settle down...in the end we settle @ chamber 82..that was a quite nice pub...in the end..drink too much...half consious...haha...pat..iris n willy sent mi home...lousy right...alvin (bro friend) got come down join us too...haiz...he jsu broken off with his gf of 2 yrs... cause he is too busy @ work....nick promise to cum but in the end..i din even c his shadow..disappointed..very disappointed..can frm noon tell mi coming until night...also never come... receive alot of pressie wor..so happy... n my little niece give mi a bottle of folder stars made by her...touching wor...jus a primary 2 kid...haha...goin in malaysia now...dun blog le la..sianz..n no mood...ytd talk alot of rubbish out...haha....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22585825-115794335234510787?l=ourstorybegin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourstorybegin.blogspot.com/feeds/115794335234510787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22585825&amp;postID=115794335234510787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22585825/posts/default/115794335234510787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22585825/posts/default/115794335234510787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourstorybegin.blogspot.com/2006/09/headache.html' title='headache'/><author><name>dalphne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08221926765156343082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22585825.post-115743777582572369</id><published>2006-09-04T23:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T23:29:35.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>big day cuming</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;yoz...my bday is ard the corner le wor....anyway feel so tired n sian...nw i have retrive something that i wish but i now so dun feel like hav it again...i m so flicked minded wor..work is more boring wor...ytd jus quarrel with my boss wor...haha...last sat went in to malaysia with pat..iris..ling..xenn n her friend..in the end..the outcome is so bad wor...y i always can't make up my mind to be with whom...i m always jus like a meat in the hambuger...hehe...having buffet for my bday but celebrating early..dunno will my friends come ant..so sianz..haiz...but i tink relative will be more than friends ba...evey year de bday cfm gt des wif mi..tis yr won't b..n i also dun wish to ask her attend..after wad happen...on actual day wish that some friends will ac mi go club or pub n eat to celebrate...hehe..but dunno will or not or i end the day @ home lei...21st bday..really dunno how to make myself happy...after so much things happen this year...haizsianz..nothing muchie to blog..later going evealution test n practice...hehe...wish mi gd luck... n happi bday ya!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22585825-115743777582572369?l=ourstorybegin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourstorybegin.blogspot.com/feeds/115743777582572369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22585825&amp;postID=115743777582572369' title='0 Comments'/><link 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retribution le...heard tat sold off his subaru cause he can't afford it anymore...ppl might think that i m wicked...laugh at his retribution...but did anyone think of how hurt i got from him...how demolised i am... during this period of time...there is someone out there giv mi a lot of care n concern n dote on mi alot..trying hard to help mi forget "him"..but he has slip away from my finger jus few days ago...should i try to get it back..i dunno...1 yr ago of this name "n" guy...mia so long but now appear in my life again...but anyway i know i shouldn't put any hope on anyone le...where is my "c" buddy...haiz.. all the best to everyone..anyway for my bike lesson...progressing quite okay now..so far so gd...hope that the 2d1n desaru trip will success....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22585825-115673691640569093?l=ourstorybegin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22585825.post-115588050449661461</id><published>2006-08-17T22:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T22:55:04.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tired...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;haiz...tired mayb is jus the feeling i can describe now...tomolo is sat le...n i hav to attend my old friends chalet..happy..nt really...suddenly dun wish to go lei..so sianz...actually lotz of things happen last time..once ever the 4 of us was close in sec times..something happen n we were being split apart..after yrs past...3 of u get back together..but mi...not in the group anymore... wad kind of feeling should i bring to the chalet lei...i dunno...but i confirm will bring best wishes feeling there...i ask iris to cum along with mi...at least there is someone there i can talk to...i know i will saw alot of ppl there..haiz...anyway confused is something i hab now...wish that someone will tell mi how... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"c" is back with "A"..good for them..best wishes... "C" is always a good buddy of mine...he will always be right by myside when i feel sad n down..he will always cheer mi up n consol mi..he will always acc mi to the place i asked... he has been by myside doing all the support for years..lending mi the listening ears n shoulder...thought of mayb there is 1 day we can b an item....but as time flies...i tink we really r onli fated to b friends than an item ba... he is attached now...with a very gd ger.. i wish both of them the best...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*** Wad sHould i Do ***&lt;/strong&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/22585825-115588050449661461?l=ourstorybegin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourstorybegin.blogspot.com/feeds/115588050449661461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22585825&amp;postID=115588050449661461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22585825/posts/default/115588050449661461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22585825/posts/default/115588050449661461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourstorybegin.blogspot.com/2006/08/tired.html' title='tired...'/><author><name>dalphne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08221926765156343082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22585825.post-115560721520304687</id><published>2006-08-14T18:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T20:18:54.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>rant</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;hiya...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Here blogging again...have been busy with vcd n bike lesson nowadays... n have been going through someone blog..n i saw something in surprise...there is one pharse like this...."someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;say that won't hav bf after the last one n nw is happily attach.." dunno the person is refering to who?? but this sentence i hab say before...but is true..jus not to be mistaken by anyone...i m nt currently attached..mayb in the future i might hab...after i get my bike lic..n get the bike i wan..than i attached le lo...haha...going my x sch mate chalet this sat....hope will b fun ba...anyway...thinking of wad bike to get... Sp??Kawa??or Mitto?? sianz....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Saw one surprising news... clar i with her back..mayb is a gd things for them..i gib them the best blessing...mayb mi n him onli fated to b friends till buddy...sad?? abit ba...anyway all the best...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22585825-115560721520304687?l=ourstorybegin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourstorybegin.blogspot.com/feeds/115560721520304687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22585825&amp;postID=115560721520304687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22585825/posts/default/115560721520304687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22585825/posts/default/115560721520304687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourstorybegin.blogspot.com/2006/08/rant.html' title='rant'/><author><name>dalphne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08221926765156343082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22585825.post-115475122109979989</id><published>2006-08-04T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T21:13:41.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ah...chew</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;AH CHEW ~~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;kaoz...my bloggie &amp; taggie so quiet nowadays...haha....Ytd went to catch too fast too furious ( drift in tokyo )..is a not bad show ba...but i still prefer too fast too furious part one...hehe...better.... nothing much to say la...anyway have been falling sick n getting well...hehe... going my bike lesson...also bought alot of vcd...haha....bday coming soon...have draw out a plan how to celebrate le...hehe....my boss goin out of town...hehe...will be a super good day for mi...so happie...got my increment...not very statisfied with it....but wad to do !!! now looking for a better n higher pay...hehe....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;To Mr Roland:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Long time never talk to ule...hope that u have been doing fine n well nowadays... =)*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22585825-115475122109979989?l=ourstorybegin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourstorybegin.blogspot.com/feeds/115475122109979989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22585825&amp;postID=115475122109979989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22585825/posts/default/115475122109979989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22585825/posts/default/115475122109979989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourstorybegin.blogspot.com/2006/08/ahchew.html' title='ah...chew'/><author><name>dalphne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08221926765156343082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22585825.post-115397715561725273</id><published>2006-07-26T22:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T22:12:35.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>backie</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Little Bloggie...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;mayb a few days never blog le...actually i have being quite tired n wish to quit my job n stay in other country to settle my feelings..figure out wad kind of ger i m...past??is that important??set backs has teach mi to be strong.. to protect myself from everything... even in friends nor relationship...but cause of like this make "him" feel that i take him for granted...when i decide to giv a try..i jus hope tat i won't fall anymore...but after the converstaion ytd..i now realised mayb i nt suit to be anyone company.. nor  gf...cause i have been a very bad gf n company... bike lesson is goin quite smoothly for mi...i dunno wad should i do or not..i have set my time equally for everything...i may nt have much time for "him"..but i jus also wish to have my own time n freedom.. wad should i do..i dunno...feeling damn down now...but i dunno how to express...n mayb there is another appear in his life now..treating him better thna mi..i dunno...as i figuring out how should i ask...Cousin getting married...cause shot gun.. friends ard mi all get preg suddenly...dunno y this year so many preg..next year i going broke le..hahaa....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* i m now damn confused *&lt;/strong&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/22585825-115397715561725273?l=ourstorybegin.blogspot.com' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22585825.post-115312619683934112</id><published>2006-07-17T01:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T01:49:56.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dusty</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Little bloggie...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;blew away the dust n web...quite long never blog...cause nothing much to blog n went for a short trip..Went to KL on friday.. jus cum back ytd nia...fun?? not really...if let mi choose i tink i prefer that time went wif jason n friends...this trip i onli...eat..club..ktv &amp;amp; shopping...never went genting n sunway lagoon..haiz...think of planning the trip to KL again also...later have bike lesson...haiz..actually i was quite tired wor...haiz...wad to do... nothing much to say..cause now i seems too addicted to vcd le...everyday go home watch vcd until very late...hehe.. thats my leisure now...haha...when can i go trip again nei????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; will post&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22585825-115312619683934112?l=ourstorybegin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourstorybegin.blogspot.com/feeds/115312619683934112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22585825&amp;postID=115312619683934112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22585825/posts/default/115312619683934112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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the most painful memories &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are the ones you know you can't re-create.&lt;br /&gt;no matter how many ways you imagine&lt;br /&gt;you will never be there again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes the most depressing dreams&lt;br /&gt;are the ones you wish you'd never wake up from.&lt;br /&gt;no matter how hard you try to avoid it&lt;br /&gt;the morning light pulls you back to consciousness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and whether memory or dream&lt;br /&gt;you lie awake in bed fixated on the details&lt;br /&gt;trying to concentrate on the vivid moments&lt;br /&gt;hoping to somehow feel the thrill one more time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22585825-115208833869950013?l=ourstorybegin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourstorybegin.blogspot.com/feeds/115208833869950013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22585825&amp;postID=115208833869950013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22585825/posts/default/115208833869950013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22585825/posts/default/115208833869950013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourstorybegin.blogspot.com/2006/07/painful-memories.html' title='Painful Memories'/><author><name>dalphne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08221926765156343082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22585825.post-115155958285785164</id><published>2006-06-28T22:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T00:57:40.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>picx</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://widget-a3.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="site=widget-a3.slide.com.com&amp;channel=6398371&amp;cy=bl" width="180" height="180" name="flashticker" align="middle" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Once the Dayz We R together.... As Friendz &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22585825-115155958285785164?l=ourstorybegin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourstorybegin.blogspot.com/feeds/115155958285785164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22585825&amp;postID=115155958285785164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22585825/posts/default/115155958285785164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22585825/posts/default/115155958285785164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourstorybegin.blogspot.com/2006/06/picx.html' title='picx'/><author><name>dalphne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08221926765156343082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22585825.post-115148185634376940</id><published>2006-06-28T00:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T01:33:50.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TEST</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/828/539/1600/partyin.png"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/828/539/320/partyin.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS UR PLAYER STYLE?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;PARTYING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;A wild child like you doesn't waste a minute on the dull things in life. You're just looking for one fresh party after another. That's why there's no negativity in your personal space — it's all about making the most of what you've got and having a good time.You like to mix things up, whether it's people, parties, or scenes. Never short of enthusiasm or energy, you don't mind talking to strangers or putting yourself out there. Good thing too — since staying in the loop is what makes you a must at any event. Party on!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/828/539/200/what_you_want_s.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ARE U FIT TO COMMIT?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;you're fit to commit because you know what you want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;You don't need us to tell you that you're on the right track. A cool and confident person, you know what you want; now it's just a matter of finding it. Even more important, you know that love is about much more than what kind of clothes they wear or car they drive. And you're ready to make it work.You've gotten to a place where you are happy with your life, and you're ready to share it with someone special. So whether you've found them or are still looking, know that this time, you'll get what you want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/828/539/200/sunset_s.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;What's Your Wedding Wish?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;your wedding wish is to Ride Off Into The Sunset&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;When you think about your wedding, there's one thing that comes to mind first: location, location, location. You know that there's a good chance this is the biggest party you'll ever plan, and you have every intention of making it memorable and evocative of your style and personality.Whether your dream locale is a beach-side resort, the church you attended as a kid, or a close friend's backyard, you want to be able to set a scene that is meaningful and inspiring to you and, of course, good for bringing people together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/828/539/200/adventurer_s.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;What Kind of Girlfriend Are You?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you're an Amorous Adventurer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Carefree and fun, you are easily excited when it comes to new experiences — and that includes relationships. It's not that you see boyfriends as frivolous pursuits, but you enjoy the art of the chase, and you work to make sure that long-term relationships maintain that sense of adventure and surprise.You may not be the type of girlfriend who spends every waking hour with her man, but that doesn't mean you're not thinking about him. You're just an independent woman, and it's important for you to feel challenged and creative in most things you do. That's what makes any relationship an adventure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;U Can find love test at this site:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://web.tickle.com/channel/dating/"&gt;http://web.tickle.com/channel/dating/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22585825-115148185634376940?l=ourstorybegin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourstorybegin.blogspot.com/feeds/115148185634376940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22585825&amp;postID=115148185634376940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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/&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Haiz..actually nothing much to say...has been very tiring nowadays..finally i go to the stage of my bike lesson le...also planning for my trip to KL soon...ppl can't keep their words n still wan to say so out loud...Thinking of the trip to KL..suddenly think back tat time went to the road trip wif jason n eric n coco...haiz..tat time was fun as i tink..mayb of the special feeling i hav for..n quite get the attention from him..but he now was blessed wof someone good n pretty..good for him...goin for my another lesson on friday..hope it can pass successfully...hehe...i dun wan go back to the same thing again...HEHE...saw someone blog..i hav no words to say abt him le la...i tink he taking back the thing tat i tink shouldnt belong to him..aiya...he choose to walk this road..wad can we say...Pei pei...msg mi few days ago..ask mi..des change no. ah..i say i tink so ba..also say tat y now friends r so hard to keep..all i can say..they jus walk into ur live n left the footprints there...we can't control..as for des thing...she choose this path to walk..so in the future dun blame anyone or wad.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Have something on my mind for a long time...m i able to accept a new r/s..n y do 1 of their partners wan the other party to change this n that..to quit this n that..y they can't jus accept who they r.. n dun ask for any special attention or ways...haiz..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*--- Has My little heart being amend---*&lt;/strong&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/22585825-115147603962527073?l=ourstorybegin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22585825.post-115103512749768971</id><published>2006-06-22T20:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T21:00:12.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>blewwww</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Blow off e little dust....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Dear little bloggie...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Actually nothing much happen lately la...start wif myself 1st la...i have been watching ten brothers vcd..goin to be a tv freak soon..hehe...everyday reach hm...confirm open my player n watch until i feel sleepy..haha... My trip post pone again..till the middle of july...so sianz..Esther Meiz found a office base job le.. *happie for her*.. Good luck wor...Iris finding job now...hope tat u get a job soon...all the best to u...&amp; for willy lei..still on MC haha...Chat will Xenny this few days..get to nod abit abt des thing..but so.. is u whom choose this path to walk.. dun say u dun hav friends...u r jus like&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;someone..stick to ur bf like glue..scare tat he&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; will run..n how ur bf treat mi..i tink i dun hav to accept..as i dun owe him anything..but is he owe mi..haiz..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saw "L" bloggie...know abt her grandma things...Dun be sad wor..u mus b strong...nothing will happen to ur grandma de.. she will fight her way against the thing...Hav confident in her n u also mus take care...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;To: Roland..saw ur entries le...dun be sad k...n dun numb urself..if really soemthing happen when u r riding..the ppl tat r sad will be ur close friends &amp;amp; family members..so drink..drank..drunk ah...anyway can talk to mi ma..Accept the fact n find a new one...Since she has directly told u the truth right....Let time cover up wad u have suffer..KK.. u r strong cum sturbon person..u can do it de... i have confident in u wor !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22585825-115103512749768971?l=ourstorybegin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourstorybegin.blogspot.com/feeds/115103512749768971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22585825&amp;postID=115103512749768971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22585825/posts/default/115103512749768971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22585825/posts/default/115103512749768971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourstorybegin.blogspot.com/2006/06/blewwww.html' title='blewwww'/><author><name>dalphne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08221926765156343082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22585825.post-115086961779766660</id><published>2006-06-20T22:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T23:24:15.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>go quiz</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Dear Little Bloggie...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;All the quiz below taken from : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.go-quiz.com"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;http://www.go-quiz.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Define My Chinese name:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;-----* Li Ying *-----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;( L ) = Loving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;( I ) = Intelligent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;( Y ) = Yum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;( I ) = Industrious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;( N ) = Noisy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;( G ) = Good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Define My e Other Name :-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;-----* Dalphne *-----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;(D) = Delicate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;(A) = Accurate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;(L) = Loving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;(P) = Principled&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;(H) = Handy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;(N) = Naive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;(E) = Entertaining&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;What personality elements make up your Personality cocktail?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;How to make a dalphne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ingredients:-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1 part friendliness&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1 part humour&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 parts empathy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Method:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Combine in a tall glass &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;half filled with crushed ice.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Add emotion to taste!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do not overindulge!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How to make a Li ying&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ingredients: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 parts jealousy &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 parts arrogance&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1 part beauty&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Method:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Add to a cocktail shaker&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and mix vigorously. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Top it off with a sprinkle&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;of emotion and enjoy!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Icecream Flavour is...French Vanilla!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;You're a smooth and silky suave type! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;You exude class and you believe in tradition. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;A classical taste who doesn't like things to be too flashy or showy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Climb the Eiffel tower of taste with a spoonfull of you! Oui Oui!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22585825-115086961779766660?l=ourstorybegin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourstorybegin.blogspot.com/feeds/115086961779766660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22585825&amp;postID=115086961779766660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22585825/posts/default/115086961779766660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22585825/posts/default/115086961779766660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourstorybegin.blogspot.com/2006/06/go-quiz.html' title='go quiz'/><author><name>dalphne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08221926765156343082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22585825.post-115078953801643294</id><published>2006-06-20T00:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T00:45:38.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>third prac</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Dear little bloggie...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Blog again....ytd went take 1 1/2 hr off for my prac later @ 6pm...dunno will pass ant...go the third time le lei..hope tat later can lo...i met up wif darren ytd for dinner...n in the end we hav an quarrel at my void deck...i dunno wad to say la...but mayb i still not ready for a r/s now...anyway looking forward to my KL &amp; genting trip...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;To : L,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;i dunno how u feel abt the friendship n the mistake that i did last time..i tink u got look into my blog ba..anyway i dun wish to comments anything le..hope tat one day we will be friends back..jus take care of urself...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;To : Roland...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Wad can i say abt u n the ger nei...i agree with ur friend whom say u fuck up..(wriiten in ur blog)..cause the ger is actually attached with someone le lo..but love is blind..no one can control the feeling n the urge..wad can i say...ask u to give up i know is impossible as u say u r a sturbon ppl...still the same old sentence.. if one day she really giv up the guy be with u..be careful too..cause one day..mayb she will giv up on u to be with others.. "feng shui lun liu zuan"..i hope u no wad i mean...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22585825-115078953801643294?l=ourstorybegin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourstorybegin.blogspot.com/feeds/115078953801643294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22585825&amp;postID=115078953801643294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22585825/posts/default/115078953801643294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22585825/posts/default/115078953801643294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourstorybegin.blogspot.com/2006/06/third-prac.html' title='third prac'/><author><name>dalphne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08221926765156343082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22585825.post-115052004117180247</id><published>2006-06-16T21:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T22:04:29.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dear Little Bloggie...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have nothing much to do so jus post some of this quote up..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.freeglitters.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Free Glitter Graphics, Cartoon Dolls, Animated Icons, Friendster Graphics, Piczo Graphics, MySpace Graphics, MySpace Codes, MySpace layouts, Doll Codes from http://www.freeglitters.com" src="http://www.myspacenow.com/myspace/myspaceicons135.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.freeglitters.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Free Glitter Graphics, Cartoon Dolls, Animated Icons, Friendster Graphics, Piczo Graphics, MySpace Graphics, MySpace Codes, MySpace layouts, Doll Codes from http://www.freeglitters.com" src="http://www.myspacenow.com/myspace/myspaceicons168.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.freeglitters.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Free Glitter Graphics, Cartoon Dolls, Animated Icons, Friendster Graphics, Piczo Graphics, MySpace Graphics, MySpace Codes, MySpace layouts, Doll Codes from http://www.freeglitters.com" src="http://www.myspacenow.com/myspace/myspaceicons182.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.freeglitters.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Free Glitter Graphics, Cartoon Dolls, Animated Icons, Friendster Graphics, Piczo Graphics, MySpace Graphics, MySpace Codes, MySpace layouts, Doll Codes from http://www.freeglitters.com" src="http://www.myspacenow.com/myspace/myspaceicons224.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.freeglitters.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Free Glitter Graphics, Cartoon Dolls, Animated Icons, Friendster Graphics, Piczo Graphics, MySpace Graphics, MySpace Codes, MySpace layouts, Doll Codes from http://www.freeglitters.com" src="http://www.myspacenow.com/myspace/myspaceicons232.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22585825-115052004117180247?l=ourstorybegin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourstorybegin.blogspot.com/feeds/115052004117180247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22585825&amp;postID=115052004117180247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22585825/posts/default/115052004117180247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22585825/posts/default/115052004117180247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourstorybegin.blogspot.com/2006/06/quote.html' title='Quote'/><author><name>dalphne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08221926765156343082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22585825.post-115043037923670630</id><published>2006-06-15T20:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T00:13:29.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hospital</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Dear little bloggie..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;ytd willy admit into hospital.. accident lo...so i hav no bike to practice on sat le..hehe..but ke lian de him...still hav to stay in hospital for one day...no one accompany him go smoke n he seems like wanted to get out of the hospital....Later after work mi n iris will go n visit him at his house..go visit a sick little man...actually nothing much to blog..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;I dunno weather should i or not to step into a r/s so fast ant...i m confused..haiz...working in this company mi n more n more sianz...nid a break soon...planning to go for a weekend trip up kl n genting wif xenny &amp; friends...Nowadays very time xenny wan mit mi... i always declined..sorry xenny...i was too tired..not i dun wan mit u..i have bike lesson to go n work...no strength le...n sorry abt the trip to jb on sunday..i go book lesson for bike...we go nxt time k.. torrri...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;now feel like sleeping le...eyes goin shut off sooner or later.. =S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;*continue*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Jus read a post up of one friend.."L"..I admit that i did saw ur sis n ask her y u be with him..frankly speaking..i think u deserve someone better..n the past abt ur ex..i din snatch u from him..n i din even wan..tat time rem at ur void deck..i told u everything..u jus explode like tis..n u were so sad n heart broken..but i was like dunno wad to do..cause i tink i m partly in the wrong..after the incident..i feel tat we were having a gap between the two of us..there is like no ways n solution to mend up everything...I know ur character..i being means tat time when i urge u for the money..but i have my reason that time..to u might be funny or excuse that i come up with..but if u know mi well..u should know..n alot of ppl know wad happen too...i hope tat one day u will listen to my explaination.. i tink this friendship of ours will never be mended again..mayb in the future we saw each other on the road..u might jus say a hi..bye or even treat that u dunno mi..but i dun blame u for anything..*but still pray hard that we can b friends back*.... i can jus only say sorry for wad i did..a aplogise might not meant anything..but is is sincere from the bottom of my heart..it might also being too late to..i hope we can let go of the past n re-start everything again..i jus wanted to start my whole life all over again..cherish those whom is worth..i hope u understand wad i say if one day u saw my post.. *Praying real hard for this day*...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22585825-115043037923670630?l=ourstorybegin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourstorybegin.blogspot.com/feeds/115043037923670630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22585825&amp;postID=115043037923670630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22585825/posts/default/115043037923670630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22585825/posts/default/115043037923670630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourstorybegin.blogspot.com/2006/06/hospital.html' title='hospital'/><author><name>dalphne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08221926765156343082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22585825.post-115034268385116510</id><published>2006-06-14T20:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T22:28:55.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SIANZ</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Dear little bloggie....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Ytd went to my 1.02 lesson...haiz...fail again...fail my moving n stopping n change gear..so clumsy of mi..hehe... Ytd darren cum dw bbdc wait for mi to finish lesson...haha...but i dunno he cum la...until i finish lesson than i saw his msg n missed call than i know... =P He still bought mi one bottle of pink dolphin wor..haha...than help mi n iris take helmet all the way..went lot 1 again after lesson to have dinner...with iris n darren...than after that darren sent mi home..by walking..haha...he very gentlement lei..help mi carry bag n take helmet all the way..heheWalk from lot 1 to my house..near also not very la... on the way i saw one subaru..seems like is that "guy" car...but i dunno..cause i can't c the no. plate clearly...than this ,morning on the way to work saw that subaru tat every morning i saw de...anyway i dun nod is it him..cause nowadays i was too tired to notice anything... work n learn bike take up mostly of my strength le...haha...My leg now not that swollen but abit pain la..sometimes onli...mi n iris fail together again..haha...funny hor...so we book together on sunday to go 1.02 again.... afternoon wor... the weather tat time mus be damn hot de...haha... Anyway thankx wor darren... hehe....but nxt time dun cum too early..like ytd waited for 1/2 hr...hehe...=Never regret to know iris this friend...really never ever..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Mr roland...i never say u wan change my mind set...anyway drop this subject ba...=P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22585825-115034268385116510?l=ourstorybegin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourstorybegin.blogspot.com/feeds/115034268385116510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22585825&amp;postID=115034268385116510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22585825/posts/default/115034268385116510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22585825/posts/default/115034268385116510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourstorybegin.blogspot.com/2006/06/sianz.html' title='SIANZ'/><author><name>dalphne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08221926765156343082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22585825.post-115027051150528421</id><published>2006-06-14T00:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T00:35:11.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wed</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dear little bloggie....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today is my 1.02 lesson...hehe..was quite worry that i wil  fail again...hehe...dun hab much confident at all...leg is still abit swollen...jus now darren n xiu mei n her bf cum down find mi...haha...so gd right but by the time they reach i goin back office liao lo..haha.... actually nothing much to blog abt..cause i have nothing much to say ma..haha... Now after i get my bike lesson..m mind has been keeping up wif alot of things..i slowly never think abt him le...is it a gd ting... i dunno lei..haha...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Roland..abt ur things..all the long i very disagree de...u r sturbon so m i...i won't change my set thinking..i m sorry... so i jus shut my mouth up better.. =x but i still wish u &amp;amp; her all the best if u all together one da..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22585825-115027051150528421?l=ourstorybegin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourstorybegin.blogspot.com/feeds/115027051150528421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22585825&amp;postID=115027051150528421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22585825/posts/default/115027051150528421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22585825/posts/default/115027051150528421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourstorybegin.blogspot.com/2006/06/wed.html' title='wed'/><author><name>dalphne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08221926765156343082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22585825.post-115016980237579449</id><published>2006-06-12T20:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T00:50:54.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>passes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dear little bloggie....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I passed my prac 1.1 le....hehe...i goin for 1.2 tomolo...went small little circuit ytd..tats fun man.. so easy n i din fall at all...but the onli thing is my leg was hurting like hell lo...n i dun even have strength to put on main stand wif my right feet...so no choice...the instructor teach mi to use left feet to put the main stand...hehe...now worry whether my 1.02 for tomolo will passed ant??hehe. ytd the instructor is better than the previous one lo...thats wad i tink ba.. but i saw iris fall when going circuit... but she is still very goody !!! hehe.. Two of us mus Jia Yoou le....hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My right feet is still quite swollen...haiz..i think i nid to go c doc again...or else i also dunno how liao...hehe...has been 3 days n it haven even recover yet lei....HAIZ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually... i dunno wad to say..roland i know u r sturbon..tats y i have nothing to say abt this thing..jus feeling not right...cause my thinking is wad u did is not proper.....mean no harm..jus comments...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22585825-115016980237579449?l=ourstorybegin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourstorybegin.blogspot.com/feeds/115016980237579449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22585825&amp;postID=115016980237579449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22585825/posts/default/115016980237579449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22585825/posts/default/115016980237579449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourstorybegin.blogspot.com/2006/06/passes.html' title='passes'/><author><name>dalphne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08221926765156343082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22585825.post-115008092909778666</id><published>2006-06-11T19:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T19:55:29.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LEG pain</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Dear little bloggie..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;I m back blogging le...nowadays was too busy n tired to blog...let mi start from last friday.. i went bbdc to re-new my bike account..Met up with terry n iris wor..Iris was such a gd friend..she register in the noon...than evening time...still mit mi up to accompany mi to register..after that the 3 of us went to lot one to walk awhile..than iris bf turn up...terry suggested to go mu..after a long time of deciding..4 of us decided to go..so everyone went their own way back hm n change for clubbing session...hehe....When we reach mu..damn bored lo..no ppl de...so sianz..i nearly fall asleep down there...haha...About 1 like tat than have some crowd..sianz ah..ok..something happen le..hehe.. We was standing near the stage..at each end of the stage there is one pole...Than awhile later there is a ger..quite cute went up n dance..than she accidentally hit mi as my back was facing her..ok..so i jus stand away..Standing infront of her and dance...not long..she suddenly squat down n take her hand out wanted to pull mi up the stage..so i jus rejected n "siam" frm her lo...but she never giv up..she came down frm the stage n pull mi towards the stage..when i keep on rejecting..she jus hug on mi n say.."u dance very well..mus hav confident in urself..." i replied..u r better...u dance can le..she jus intro herself but the noise was too loud until i can't even hear her name wor....Thought of attracting guys there..hehe..jus joking..but never think tat i attract gers lo... =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Sat...after work i rush to bbdc..as i have my 1st riding lesson @ 1 plus..mitting iris there also..iris was so gd.. she know tat i dun hav glove..than she have extra gloves..like ice skating de..she bring for mi wor..Muackz iris...hehe...haix...i failed my 1st lesson..can't imagine that right...so do i.. i was so down..n so unexpected.. low moral lo...feel like goin to break into tears.. =( Willy was there also...after our lesson we went Lot 1 to have our lunch...gt mi..iris n willy.. willy ride there..as mi n iris jus take bus over lo...Msg mark to mit him tonite..ask him cum cck n lent mi his bike to practice..i dun wan failed the 2nd time le..so else i goin knock the wall liao...hehe.. Willy asked mi wan to practise now ant..i say where..my house dw stairs ah..hehe..than he say okay lo..so i suggest ask him pillion iris than i take bus..ok..so start my practice for awhile..still can't make it..still die..haiz...is it i not fated to ride bike?? When i suggest to try the last time...i get up his bike..but lost balance..i fall n the bike jus landed on my leg..kaoz..damn pain lo..i jus lie on the floor shouting..pain ah.......!!! iris n willy rush over to help mi up n carry mi over to sit..but after awhile my leg nt pain le..i still can jump abt lo..but they suggest i go hm rest than tonight than continue..when i reach hm..took off my shoe..know wad..abt awhile..my leg was so pain..THAN cannot le..mark on the way down..so i ask him to fetch mi to lembang thats the nearest chinese doc i can find ba..iris cum down n acc mi to doc..c..she soo gd...hehe...Saw iris dog..look so much like shine...miss shine suddenly...haiz..in the end mark dun let mi practice on his bike..he say..ur leg injured lei...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Cut short..Today i have to re-take my lesson 1..hope i dun failed again.. my leg was still pain...but much better le...pray hard hope that today pass..i now was really very worried..not much confident le.. =&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22585825-115008092909778666?l=ourstorybegin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourstorybegin.blogspot.com/feeds/115008092909778666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22585825&amp;postID=115008092909778666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22585825/posts/default/115008092909778666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22585825/posts/default/115008092909778666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourstorybegin.blogspot.com/2006/06/leg-pain.html' title='LEG pain'/><author><name>dalphne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08221926765156343082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22585825.post-114970062480143247</id><published>2006-06-07T10:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T20:28:13.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>quiz</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wad does Your Birth Date Mean ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/828/539/320/birthday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Birthdate : September 13&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;You're dominant and powerful. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;You always need to be in charge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;.While others respect your competence, you can be a bit of a dictator.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Hard working and serious, you never let yourself down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;You are exact and accurate - and you expect others to be the same way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Your strength: You always get the job done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Your weakness: You're a perfectionist to a fault&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Your power color: Gray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Your power symbol: Checkmark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Your power month: April&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;What Tarot Cards Are You ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/828/539/320/lovers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are The Lovers&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;You represent ideal love: innocence, trust, exhilaration and joy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;You demonstrate the harmony of opposites, two sides coming together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;At times, you also represent the struggle between what is right and what is tempting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Control is an issue for you, especially when you don't know your reasons for choosing something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Your fortune:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;You have an important choice you need to make about love, and it will be a difficult choice to make.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;You are likely struggling between the love you crave and the love that is right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;In the end, you will choose what you crave, even if it's bad for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Because without what you crave, you will feel empty and incomplete.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How Happy Are You ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/828/539/320/happy-2.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;32 % happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;You're not miserable, but you could stand to be a lot happier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Focus on what's right in the world, and you'll be happier than you ever thought possible.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howhappyareyouquiz/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/japanesenamegenerator/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22585825-114970062480143247?l=ourstorybegin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourstorybegin.blogspot.com/feeds/114970062480143247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22585825&amp;postID=114970062480143247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22585825/posts/default/114970062480143247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22585825/posts/default/114970062480143247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourstorybegin.blogspot.com/2006/06/quiz.html' title='quiz'/><author><name>dalphne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08221926765156343082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22585825.post-114967416997652514</id><published>2006-06-07T02:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T08:00:03.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love StoRy</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;If u have the patient read this story..i can understand how Trac... i dun find her stupid or wad.. i really understand..cause i hav jus been through something like her love life..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Her Love Story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;It was another normal day, waiting for derrick (not using of real name) to meet up with her at her house. While waiting, she went online (msn, mirc, surfing the net) as usual. And without knowing it, her life is going to change . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;As usual, she always log in to Mirc using the nick of L3mOn. Sitting there chatting, stare into blank and waiting for Derrick. Suddenly, a request from an unknown person (nick: freak1) wants to chat with her. She's bored and the other party was bored either. But in her mind, she is just plainly chatting and never intends to know this person much more personally. Mainly is because, freak1 is 10years older than her. At first, she had a bad impression for freak1 as the conversation goes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Freak1: where are u schooling? Poly or JC?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;In her mind, she was thinking if freak1 was looking down on ITE or whatsoever? Why he did not mention about ITE? But he mentioned right after she thought of the question in her mind. So at least it is better. Freak1’s name is James (not using his real name). Chatting and chatting, crapping and crapping. This chap is getting much and much more interesting than what she expects him to be. But awhile later, she had to go for dinner and asked if James will continue to stay online or offline? But James ensure her that when she is back from dinner, he will still be around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Trac ate in a hurry just to rush back to sit in front of the computer and get back with the conversation she had with James. But to her disappointment, James was not around. She seems to be so down. Didn’t he assured her that he’ll still be around when she comes back from dinner? But well, maybe he’s not meant for her. So she decided to leave the computer and do other things else. When she’s about to leave her computer, James came back again! She gets so happy and excited when she saw his nick again. They carry on with their nonsensical conversation again. But as they were chatting, Derrick called up and said that he will be reaching soon. Trac started feeling low and she remembered Derrick’s existence. So she had no choice but to let James to know that she’s leaving, as she couldn’t let Derrick knows that she’s chatting with another guy. James left his contact number with Trac so that they can meet up and have a good chat with one another.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;On the other side of the story, Trac and Derrick was on the verge of ending the relationship as Trac couldn’t stand guys who keep pestering her with all the questions repeatedly. She no longer loves Derrick anymore. It may sound a little crude but well, love can’t be forced. They had many arguments on and off. Derrick kept checking her hand phone’s phonebook making sure that she has no new guy’s number. But well, she was stupid enough to store James’s number in her phone and Derrick got to find out. Trac said that the number belongs to a girl and never did she expect that Derrick would check on the number; He memorized the phone number and used his phone to call out. He pretends to call his friend but when James answered the phone call, he knows that the number belongs to a guy. Trac did not apologize to him for what she had done. She just simply couldn’t be bothered about Derrick and left him wondering alone in the house and carry on with her own stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;The next day, early in the morning, her phone rang. It was from an unknown number, so she picked up the call. It’s James calling from his camp (he is an Army regular). Early in the morning they start chatting on the phone and made her day so bright and happy. They were discussing whether to meet up at night after her work. But Trac was so worried that Derrick may find out and got angry over it. So Trac just keep in view of the meeting up matter and wait till nighttime then discuss with James again. Derrick came in the late morning just to send Trac to work, as he is so paranoid to what had happened the night before. Since he is already here, what can Trac do but to let him send her to work and she pray that the phone wouldn’t ring. Derrick will definitely bombard her with many questions - who is it? Why is that person calling?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;During her working breaks, Trac will call James and chat with him even though her line wasn’t free incoming call. He made her day smile. Finally Trac made up her mind to meet up with James. Derrick insisted on picking Trac up after her work, as he is afraid that Trac will go and meet up with James. But still, Trac got angry and insisted on not meeting him. She coaxes him to sleep early and on the other hand she went to meet up with James. It sounds very bad of her to do that to Derrick but what can she do but to lie? She does not want to get tied up by this person anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Finally the time has come to meet James. She got so nervous. In her mind, a 10yrs older man may look so bald and unwanted. She is afraid that James may disappoint her. But well, if she does not like him, she can always not to contact him. From far, she saw a tiny image of James. A much tanned person but the vision of his image is very blurred. She is getting nearer and nearer to him. Trac was really amazed and taken back that this person she is falling for unknowingly is so charming to her. He have a pair of big eyes with dark eye rings, think straight eye brown, sharp nose, has a wide smile and very tall. Before she sat down, James initials a firm handshake with her. They sat there and chat for very long time. They are just like friends who did not meet up for many years. It was near 1am and the shop was closing. But there were still many things they have not finished talking about. What to do, it was getting late. So James went back home and Trac head towards her bird nest. It was a great night to her but she was not sure if James feels the same too. She messaged him good night but well, he did not reply.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;The next morning was a Sunday and the first thing she does, was to message James and greeted him good morning. As usual, he did not reply. Trac was so afraid that James wanted to avoid her due to whatever reason. And meanwhile, Derrick appears at her doorstep again. This day is their 2nd month anniversary. But never did Derrick know that it was the last day they will be together. Since the time Derrick step into her house till late noon, Trac spoke less than 10 sentences to Derrick, as the person she wants to talk to is not him, but James. Finally her phone rang. It was a message from James saying that he just woke up but he would be going in to JB. Suddenly a dull boring Sunday became a bright and fruitful day. Derrick saw the changes in her face and asked what message was it that can make her smile so happily. But she just kept quiet. Silly and stupid Trac. She forgot to delete off the sent items from her hand phone. As usual, Derrick took the phone and look at the contents. Trac got so fed up and irritated by his action and finally, she could not take it anymore and initials a break up with Derrick. He kept pestering her asking her what were the reasons. Well, she does not love him anymore. So whatever he does for her, she will definitely feel irritated. He kept asking “are you in love with another guy? Is it James?” she repeated her sentence many times “NO! I’m not in love with anyone. I don’t have the feeling for you anymore. Don’t you understand?” Derrick insisted that Trac fell in love with another guy so what can she say? “OK FINE! Since u thinks that I’m in love with James, then I admit it. Are you happy now?” She didn’t know that she got a crush on James until Derrick asked her that. That was just a crush she supposed. She never thought of leaving Derrick and be with James. She just wants to be single. That’s the end between Trac and Derrick. Her new life starts ahead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;The next day, Trac went back to school. Friends around her knew that Trac ended the relationship with Derrick but no one knows about James except her little sister, angel. Derrick kept messaging her silly messages like he’s going to die any sooner and pester her with all the phone calls. But she just ignored all the messages and calls from him. She even asked angel to trick him off. Trac told James about what had happened between her and Derrick and he did not say anything much. She was happy that whenever she was having her break time in school James was there to talk on the phone with her and he even says that he would like to meet up with her at the same place. For the past 3days, James kept meeting up with Trac and she felt so happy. She realized that he amazed her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;On the 5th day they known each other, Trac was waiting with her empty stomach for James to call. At 9pm, he called her and gets to know that Trac was actually waiting for him to have dinner together. So he rushed from his camp to her place and picks her up for dinner. That night was her first time sitting on James’s bike. It’s the first &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a onmouseover="window.status='Search for: dirt bike'; self.lm_skeyphrase='dirt%20bike'; if(window.event) self.lm_sevent=window.event.srcElement; self.lm_timeout = setTimeout('lm_doMouseOver(1)', 500); self.lm_isOverLink=true; return true;" style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 3px double; TEXT-DECORATION: none" onclick="if(self.lm_timeout) clearTimeout(self.lm_timeout); self.lm_isOverTip = false; lm_closeiframe(); self.lm_skeyphrase='dirt%20bike'; window.status='Search for: dirt bike';return true;" onmouseout="window.status=''; if(self.lm_timeout) clearTimeout(self.lm_timeout); self.lm_isOverTip = false; setTimeout('lm_closeiframe()', 1500); " href="http://www.srch-results.com/lm/rtl3.asp?si=94&amp;k=dirt%20bike"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dirt bike&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt; she sat on, as normally her friends ride sports bike. She sat on the bike didn’t know where to place her hands. So James holds on to her hands and places it by the side of his hip. Trac blushed! Her first time being so close to someone she falls in love with. That night was very cooling and during the journey, Trac kept looking up at the sky watching the stars and the moon. She thanks God for being so nice to her that she met someone whom she loves so much. But she doesn’t know if James feels the same for her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;The next day morning, Trac did not expect someone to message her around 5am. So she opened the message. She got stunned! She looks at the sender’s name again. It’s James. “Dear dear, I’m now heading back to work etc.” She felt so happy to see the message from James. During lesson time, she kept drawing his name on her notes. He’s always on her mind. That day was her secondary schoolmate’s birthday and would be holding a barbeque at East Coast Park. Thinking that James will be there with her but due to his workload, he could not leave. By the time when James could go over to meet up with her, her friends were about to leave. Well, it’s okay, as long as he could make it to meet up with her. When she first saw the guy that belongs to her, she felt so shy towards him. Yet in her heart, she felt so sweet to be in love again. The feeling she had for the start of this relationship with James was totally different from the previous relationships. She was so much in love with him. Second time sitting on his bike. She wished to hug him tight from the back but she was so shy to do so. But as he goes faster, it’s getting much more colder. So she took up the courage to hug him. The feeling was so great! She simply wishes to hug him tight till the end up time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;One night after having dinner together, James sent Trac home. Soon after she reached home, James called her and said that he’s at nearby. It started raining and he couldn’t ride home. After receiving the call, she went out of the house again. They sat there for quite awhile and didn’t know where to go. So Trac had an idea of going to the mini park that was opposite her house. She came down from the bike and waited for James and walk into the park together. James held her hand and she did not reject him. Because she was waiting for this day when he’ll hold her hand to come. They sat down under a shelter chit chatting. James initialed to hug Trac. James taught her how to give “butterfly kiss”. (It’s given by using your eyelash to blink lightly on the opposite’s cheek.) They started playing with each other. They got so closed together and slowly they gave their “first kiss” to each other. It was really wonderful as it had really been a long time since she met a good kisser. His kiss made her melt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Everything went on smoothly. During Chinese New Year, James brought her back to his house. He was staying with his aged grandma. To his dismay, his grandma gave her much more angbao money than he has. Trac loves to spend time with James and soon she became rebellion and keeps staying away from home and stayed over with James. James did persuade Trac to go back home as he's afraid that her parents would not like it but Trac insisted on staying over at James's place. Well, he couldn't stop her but to let her stay. Trac parents realized that she hasn’t been back home to sleep for many nights. So one night, her mum called up and reprimanded her. She even demands her to be home as soon as possible. She had no choice but to go home. When she got home, her parents were sitting in the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a onmouseover="window.status='Search for: living room'; self.lm_skeyphrase='living%20room'; if(window.event) self.lm_sevent=window.event.srcElement; self.lm_timeout = setTimeout('lm_doMouseOver(1)', 500); self.lm_isOverLink=true; return true;" style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 3px double; TEXT-DECORATION: none" onclick="if(self.lm_timeout) clearTimeout(self.lm_timeout); self.lm_isOverTip = false; lm_closeiframe(); self.lm_skeyphrase='living%20room'; window.status='Search for: living room';return true;" onmouseout="window.status=''; if(self.lm_timeout) clearTimeout(self.lm_timeout); self.lm_isOverTip = false; setTimeout('lm_closeiframe()', 1500); " href="http://www.srch-results.com/lm/rtl3.asp?si=94&amp;k=living%20room"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;living room&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt; waiting for her. Scolding and nagging started. Trac does not want another “war” to start with her parents, especially during Chinese New Year, so she try not to stay out late during weekdays. But during the period of Chinese New Year, every day after school, she’ll get changed and go over to James’s place to help him clean up and wait for him to come back from work. The feeling she’s experiencing is just like a newly wedded couple. Everything she does was so sweet. But things slowly go back to normal when she seldom goes up to his house. As he said he has to stay in camp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Normal days when Trac were not working, she will stay at home and wait for James to call. And as usual, she still goes online to chat with her friends. Sometimes she can wait for the whole entire day and hear no news of him. But well, she get used to it. As day passes, Trac get closer to her forum friends much more than to James. She wish to know the reason by James is like distancing her, but James insists on saying that his job is very busy and had no time for her. She felt so sad that the thought of leaving him eventually come to her mind. Yet thinking of all the memories James had left for her was so much, leaving him is really a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a onmouseover="window.status='Search for: mission impossible'; self.lm_skeyphrase='mission%20impossible'; if(window.event) self.lm_sevent=window.event.srcElement; self.lm_timeout = setTimeout('lm_doMouseOver(1)', 500); self.lm_isOverLink=true; return true;" style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 3px double; TEXT-DECORATION: none" onclick="if(self.lm_timeout) clearTimeout(self.lm_timeout); self.lm_isOverTip = false; lm_closeiframe(); self.lm_skeyphrase='mission%20impossible'; window.status='Search for: mission impossible';return true;" onmouseout="window.status=''; if(self.lm_timeout) clearTimeout(self.lm_timeout); self.lm_isOverTip = false; setTimeout('lm_closeiframe()', 1500); " href="http://www.srch-results.com/lm/rtl3.asp?si=94&amp;k=mission%20impossible"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mission impossible&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;One day, Trac was surfing the Internet and had nothing to do. So she decided to look into James profile in one of the forum that he frequent. She went through all the postings he made and she found out something really made her heart sank. All along Trac thought that James really lives at the place where she always went up to during Chinese New Year. But when she saw the posting posted by James, he said that he lives in another town area. Her heart tore into many pieces and she felt so helpless that no one she can confront. James’s mobile could not reach him and all she can do is to wait for him to call. Finally James called back. She confronted him and wanted an explanation from him. He explained that the house belongs to his friend and sometimes he will go over to stay. He said he would explain once again when he meets up with Trac the next day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;She waited and waited for the next day to come. One week had past. Two month had past. She was still waiting for James to look for her. There was no way for her to look for him. She knows none of James’s friend. She even went up to James’s place to ask his Grandma if he did go back home, but when she mentioned about James, his grandma got angry over it. She had no idea of the whereabouts of James. No one knows. She emailed James and asked him where is he and she misses him a lot. Since the day she sent out the email, she kept checking her inbox. Still there was no news of James. Day and night she was thinking over and over again. What actually happened? Why is he avoiding Trac? Why is he doing this to her? All the questions flooded her mind and she had no idea of what’s happening. She did nothing wrong at all. Soon, she gave up on waiting for his return. She even stopped checking her email. She logged in to her account 3 to 4 times week instead of more than 7 times a week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;She start knowing many guys, going out with many people and do things which would not make her remind of James. She put on a mask to like other guys, be happy whenever she’s in school etc. She succeeded in making friends around her to believe her that she’s all right although so many things had happened. But when she’s alone at home, she could not help letting her tears to flow drop her cheek. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;It was another normal day, reading email and deleting all the junk mails. Normally she will just delete off the junk mails without looking at the sender’s name. But that day, she decided to give a quick glance on the sender’s name. She saw a name that was so familiar to her. She took another clearer look at the sender’s name again. It’s James! It’s James! She quickly opens the mail and read the content. She promised herself, no matter what’s in the content, she can’t drop a single tear over this chap who left her without saying anything. He says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Sorry for disappearing Trac you are too good for me too much that I don’t want to leave you, I have to I cant explain how painful it was to go through for me and I think it will do you good if I am gone you deserve a better guy than me I am sorry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;After reading the message, she couldn’t help breaking her own promise. Her tears flow like a default tap. She was wondering what reason that made him HAVE TO leave her. Her mind was thinking “Who have the rights to stop him from seeing me? We are not in the olden days. And he’s old enough to have the choice of been with whoever he wants to be with. What’s wrong?” She replied him and asking him questions that came into her mind. Everyday she will wait for his reply. But well, that was the only reply he gave her and he goes missing again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;The school holidays had started and she decided to take on a motorbike lesson. She knows that it’s dangerous to ride especially for a girl. She went to enroll for the lesson without her parents’ consent. But when she went home, she confessed to her mum. Trac’s mum was not angry with her for enrolling the motorbike lesson, but was angry that Trac did not let her know before she made the decision. Well, the only sentence that made her mum to be in peace was “Would you want me to hide from you and lie to you or rather I tell you what I’m doing and you need not to worry that much?” that was convincing enough. And her mum convinced Trac’s dad to allow her to go for motorbike lesson.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;It was Trac’s grandma’s death anniversary. As usual, she will go with her parents and relatives to pay respect to Trac’s grandma. The sequence of tossing the tea to the death was from the eldest to the youngest. Soon it was Trac’s turn to toss the tea. When she was tossing, in her heart she told her grandma “mah mah (grandma in Cantonese), please let me see my boyfriend, James once again as I really misses him a lot.” But well, Trac doesn’t believe that it may come true. So after that, she left for her motorbike lesson. Her uncle was on the way and will pass by the motorbike learning school, so he sent her to the school. During the journey there, she received an unknown call. She got so excited thinking that it may be James. But to her disappointment, it wasn’t James but it was a wrong number.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Trac was sitting at the counter bench to wait to book for a practical lesson. Her phone rang again and it’s an unknown number. Her mindset was that it might be the wrong number again. She answered the call and she was so happy. The voice was so familiar. James! It’s James again! This time, James went all the way down from his camp to the school to pick her up for dinner. When James reached the school, Trac was still having her practical lesson. From far, Trac saw James walking in. She got so nervous that she went to the wrong route. She pretended as if there was nothing wrong. But the funny part was that, her lesson friend went the wrong route with her and he did not realise it until Trac told him. “Hey, I went to the wrong route and why are you following me? Haha” Trac couldn’t wait for the lesson to end so that she could see James again. Finally, the lesson was over, she passed her lesson and able to see James. Everything was so great for her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;She sat on James’s new bike. And this time, she only put her hands on his hip. “Didn’t you said that you wished to hug me tight? Now you don’t want to hug me anymore?” She quickly put her arms around his waist and there they go. Where is James bringing Trac for dinner? James doesn’t want to say anything and just carry on riding. And Trac, sitting behind him, felt so madly in love once again. She seems to be in a dream but she wasn’t. She’s really holding on to the real James that she longed for. Finally they reached the destination. He brought her to a restaurant that is located in between the terrace house. The atmosphere over there was really romantic. She was sitting there enjoying the cozy atmosphere. But suddenly, she saw a ring on the fourth finger of James’s hand. She started to think a lot. “Since when were you married?” James knew that she was referring to the ring on his finger. “I was just wearing it for fun. It means nothing and I bought it myself. I can show you the receipt if you want to.” Trac put her trust in James and let the matter rest. After the dinner, James brought her to the seaside to sit down, have a chat. It was really romantic. James had never brought her to any of these places ever since they were together. They sat down by the shore and watch the sea. Chatting about what happened during the past 2 months when he had disappeared. She felt so happy deep down in her heart. She hugged him tight and they kissed. Awww.. The feeling is back again. In her mind "I love James. I really love him! Yes it's JAMES! The only James." Trac really love James. But time passes very fast. It’s time to go home. About to reach home, Trac realised that she forgot to bring the keys and all her family members were not around. So they went back to the mini park they used to go and sat there. The shelter that they used to go was occupied so they sat at the playground. Lying on his lap, looking up at him and him looking down at her. James bent down and kissed Trac. There they go again. The topic between them was never ending. Time with him was really fast. She wishes that time will stop but it will never come true. James sent her home and just nice, her brother was back. The next few days James will call her whenever he’s free. She felt so lucky to be in love again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;It’s dumpling festival and Trac’s mum made many dumplings so before she left for her motorbike lesson, she took a few dumplings and decided to pass it to James’s grandma. Trac thought that his grandma would be very happy to see her again and she also wanted to break the news to her that James and her are back together again. Before she could say anything, she saw the changes of his grandma’s face. She asked “Why are you here? Don’t you know that James is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a onmouseover="window.status='Search for: getting married'; self.lm_skeyphrase='getting%20married'; if(window.event) self.lm_sevent=window.event.srcElement; self.lm_timeout = setTimeout('lm_doMouseOver(1)', 500); self.lm_isOverLink=true; return true;" style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 3px double; TEXT-DECORATION: none" onclick="if(self.lm_timeout) clearTimeout(self.lm_timeout); self.lm_isOverTip = false; lm_closeiframe(); self.lm_skeyphrase='getting%20married'; window.status='Search for: getting married';return true;" onmouseout="window.status=''; if(self.lm_timeout) clearTimeout(self.lm_timeout); self.lm_isOverTip = false; setTimeout('lm_closeiframe()', 1500); " href="http://www.srch-results.com/lm/rtl3.asp?si=94&amp;amp;k=getting%20married"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;getting married&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;?” Trac stood in front of the door staring into the blank and tears rolling down. His grandma did not console her and asked her to confront James to make things clear. Trac left without any words and walked to the bus stop. Her dream to be with him was shattered into pieces once again. She wished she were dead. It seems to be so dramatic for her. She thought that the scenario would only happen in drama series but not in her life. But she has to face it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;She wanted to confront James once again but he was too busy to call her and so, she left him silently. He lied to her once again. She wasn’t angry with James but only disappointed that she loves him whole-heartedly and yet he treated her this way. She left a mail to James once again. She lets him know that she already know the truth behind everything that had happened in the past few months. Everything happens for a reason and now that all the truth are out. This time she was really heart broken. She doesn’t hate him at all. She is still so deeply in love with him no doubt he did so many things behind her back. She got to know that the ex girlfriend he used to tell her is his wife. It’s another lie he’d told Trac. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;They stopped seeing each other for about 2 months. During these 2 months, Trac clear her thoughts. The idea she had was really ridiculous. She still wants to be with James although he’s married. From then, they got together again. She realised that the love he gave wasn’t fake at all. He had been trying his best to look for Trac whenever he can. Sometimes when his wife called, he lied to her. Trac’s friends hated him for doing all these to Trac and her wife but that does not affect their relationship. The only thing that always caused them to quarrel was about meeting up. When they set a time or day to meet up, sometimes James will have to cancel off as his wife demand him to be back home. And there was no reason for him to say no. Trac have no choice but to keep giving in. Till now, they are together for more than a year. They are still going strong but James can never give Trac any future. If Trac wants to leave him, he wouldn’t stop her as he has no right to stop her from seeking her future but to let her go. He can only slowly guide her through until she’s able to move on by herself. They treasure every single moment they can be together. Trac still love James as much as when they first met. To reach this state and to get over everything is not easy for Trac. We shall wish Trac all the best, hope that we can stay as strong and find her right man once again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Some people may mistake that when Trac and James first knew each other, James was already married. NO! He wasn’t married. He was together with his girlfriend for about 4 years and decided to get married after that. After reading this story, many will think that James is a real jerk but well, no one will ever understand how Trac is feeling when they are not in the story. Neither do I know how she feels but please do not judge both party when we are not involved. We can only feel for them. With it good or bad, keep the comments, as Trac definitely knows what she is doing. May the cupid be fair to her this time round. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Thank you for spending time to read this real life story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;This story had ended n would not have James stepping into her life once again. Now, Trac will get on with her life and start afresh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22585825-114967416997652514?l=ourstorybegin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourstorybegin.blogspot.com/feeds/114967416997652514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22585825&amp;postID=114967416997652514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22585825/posts/default/114967416997652514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22585825/posts/default/114967416997652514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourstorybegin.blogspot.com/2006/06/love-story.html' title='Love StoRy'/><author><name>dalphne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08221926765156343082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22585825.post-114966582749985718</id><published>2006-06-07T00:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T00:37:07.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>free</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;little bloggie...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today i was so free n happie...hehe...Bought a home theatre systm..now i can cramp at home watch my vcd le...hehe...another happie thing is finally ping is back to work le...i now will be damn damn free...haha...can relax le...won't be so busy n tired anymore...U know wad she bought back from mi from her holiday..a tub of pop corns n is Cappuccino Favour..haha.. dunno y she buy pop corns back for mi.. -.- " Going to buy more vcd n store at home liao..tomolo going to re-new my bike lic le...haiz...nothing much to blog..cause nothing much happen...blog jus to let ppl know i m happy...hehe...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;continue if i have something on mine..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Still Feeling low as usual *&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22585825-114966582749985718?l=ourstorybegin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourstorybegin.blogspot.com/feeds/114966582749985718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22585825&amp;postID=114966582749985718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22585825/posts/default/114966582749985718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22585825/posts/default/114966582749985718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourstorybegin.blogspot.com/2006/06/free.html' title='free'/><author><name>dalphne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08221926765156343082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22585825.post-114958222927378008</id><published>2006-06-06T01:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T01:23:49.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>060606</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Little Bloggie..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Today is 06 june 2006= 060606..hehe...such a gd date rite...Alot of ppl is rushing to get married today..as i heard it from the radio...but there is ppl say that today is Devils day..is the day i r3born....hehe..The little Devil is here...Cause mi is Devil_ Dal ma...haha...can't be kind n gd le...ppl will jus take u from granted..thats wad i learn....Ytd when i was shopping with my family at giant tat located @ pioneer mall..thats is one place that i hate to go...Cause last time mi n him always go,cause he stay near there ma..haiz...But no choice..my mum wan go there.. -.-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;When i was walking ard..looking for my tibits..pat called mi...he is my x bf..but we r gd friend now.. =P Pat fall for a ger quite long ago..but the ger seems like rejected le him or treat him quite cold ba...he is very sad..n keep on say he never think he will fall for a ger so deep... so i can jus say take it easy man..haiz..i also dunno how to say to him...cause i dun tink i have the right to giv any comments to him as myself as one of  the same kind... Sorry PAt !!..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Kaoz..know wad..ytd i stay @ office till ard 7 than leave..I was approving permit than there is connection pro..so i can't approve it..than my tat stupid fat ass boss..ask mi to do until it approve .. i than can go hm..so fed up..i called my colleague whom is on holiday..she also say tomolo morning come approve can le..but that idiot dun let mi to do that ...."arrrhhhh" angry ah !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There is Retribution in this world i believe now...cause i have seen wad a person whom i trust so muh..betray mi...a betrayer...got his retribution...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;Mister Roland... Abt the ger..i nod i say much also no use..but anyway is ur choice..but i can jus say if can choose other road to go ba..i hope u know wad i mean..I going register for my bikeie lic le wor.. .. Happy for mi !! =&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22585825-114958222927378008?l=ourstorybegin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourstorybegin.blogspot.com/feeds/114958222927378008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22585825&amp;postID=114958222927378008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22585825/posts/default/114958222927378008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22585825/posts/default/114958222927378008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourstorybegin.blogspot.com/2006/06/060606.html' title='060606'/><author><name>dalphne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08221926765156343082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22585825.post-114933983453746271</id><published>2006-06-03T05:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T06:03:54.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>little ship</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DEAR little bloggie..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There is one little ship that has been sailing in the sea for quite sometimes...saw n nod alot of different kind of ship n things..but those ship has sail to their own direction leaving it alone..It has been stopping at alot of shore to rest.. but at some shore..this ship as been hurt by it..Even though this ship has been through alot of rain n storm..it is weak..But by miracle...this little ship landed @ one shore..it thought it can park there for the rest of it life..but who knows..The shore has hurt this little ship more than other shore did..Now this little week ship hav to sail out again..but it has been hurt n broken..can't stand the storm..it might be crushed sooner or later...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This little ship dare not to stop at any shore now..was so scared to being hurt again...It has been trying hard to meant all the broken parts again..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Mayb alot of ppl wish to have a r/s like a fairytale...be with the person they like till old..but ppl will say have such thinking is childish n naive...but tats ppl wishes...whom dun wan to b wif ppl they like n last forever..Is there really no everlasting in this world ??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22585825-114933983453746271?l=ourstorybegin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourstorybegin.blogspot.com/feeds/114933983453746271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22585825&amp;postID=114933983453746271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22585825/posts/default/114933983453746271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22585825/posts/default/114933983453746271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourstorybegin.blogspot.com/2006/06/little-ship.html' title='little ship'/><author><name>dalphne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08221926765156343082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22585825.post-114933726676884354</id><published>2006-06-03T05:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T06:04:33.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sat</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Little bloggie..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;I dunno wad to say?? but first of all..i know that i dun hav friends now..i hav been goin everywhere alone..mayb this is the path i choose to walk..Went to look at one gd friend entries i hav been cherish b4..but have totally lost contact..actually i dunno y we fall out..mayb to mi is not a big thing n i forget le..isit old friends is better than new friends..i know the ger in sec..being wif her last time alot..stick together always..for dinner..movie..n cum shopping..went to look a her blog..she seems sad now..wish to comfort her..but i dunno is she willing to accept mi as a friend ma..anyway i will b waiting for ur ans.."L"....One day "SZ" call mi..out of the sudden when i was busy working..we chat for awhile..actually i have been avoiding u all..i nod is des gib u my no. wan..haiz..i dunno la..u have add mi in friendster..ytd des called mi n i ask her le..she is trying hard to explain to mi y she gib u my no. she say tat u.."HL" &amp;amp; "A" wanted to get mi back as we were last time..but do u tink is possible..will we forget the past n start all our friendship again...haiz..des ytd transfer the "thing" to mi..but wtf..is onli half..as ur "gd bf" say full..than even a explanation also can't gib mi..ok..u say 10+ tis mth gib mi the rest..lets wait n c ba.. N ask him not to b so "yaya"..now is he owe mi not i owe him lo...dun act bengx here lo..wad century le...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;There is a ger..i mus thankx her too..Kason tats u..even though we dunno each other well..but i reagrds u as a big sister all the long..u r mature..n always so gd in handling ur r/s..wish u all the best wor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I have a feeling that someone out there is looking at my blog.. is it "him"..or m i the one whom is thinking too much..i dunno..mayb my midn is running wild again..I have disappoint alot of ppl out there..Guyz..i m sorry..one day i never work out of it..i won't accept anything..SORRY !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mr roland...dun be so evil hor...later i go learn i also dun wan tell u..until i raech stage 3 or wad..i dun wan u to c i bang tyres...haha...I know forget abt the past n let it go..i trying lo..its not so easy to put dw something i hold it so tightly..n it vanish in the air jus like tat..n one day u dun tell mi who is the ger..i will blog here until u tell mi.. *evil grins*...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22585825-114933726676884354?l=ourstorybegin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourstorybegin.blogspot.com/feeds/114933726676884354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22585825&amp;postID=114933726676884354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22585825/posts/default/114933726676884354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22585825/posts/default/114933726676884354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourstorybegin.blogspot.com/2006/06/sat.html' title='sat'/><author><name>dalphne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08221926765156343082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22585825.post-114924190909005973</id><published>2006-06-02T02:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T02:51:49.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bloggie</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dear little bloggie...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I nowadays was too busy to blog...not lazy wor..my colleague go on holiday than i have to do two ppl work...work until i now have a terrible headache..kaoz..Pin ah.u better faster cum back..or i wan die le... haiz...bro bday is cuming...die..wan buy a LV card holder for him..tats a promise..hehe..but say le..post pone gift..kaoz..told morning on the way to work stuck in traffic jam for abt 1 hr +..late until siao ah..tomolo mus work late for my boss liao..c so poor thing... hehe...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I thought someone will not always update...but he everyday update his blog leh..n die die also dun wan tell mi who is the ger .... arhhhhh.... Mr roland..dun post n ask mi when i taking my bike lic hao ma??very pai sey de u know..goin le la..by this month go take okay....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Suddenly think of him again...think of our happiest memory..regret tat last time side friend so mush..to lost so musch thing..blaming myself..haiz... hold on to the ring n fall asleep...i nod i m foolish..but trying hard!!!!think stop here..i wan to stop thinking of too much things le..as i finally finish my work liao...hehe...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Will try to update everyday...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22585825-114924190909005973?l=ourstorybegin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourstorybegin.blogspot.com/feeds/114924190909005973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22585825&amp;postID=114924190909005973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22585825/posts/default/114924190909005973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22585825/posts/default/114924190909005973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourstorybegin.blogspot.com/2006/06/bloggie.html' title='bloggie'/><author><name>dalphne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08221926765156343082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22585825.post-114897532686880170</id><published>2006-05-30T00:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T00:59:17.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>thankz &amp; sorri</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Dear little bloggie...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;I m back blogging again...if i still dun blog i will be nag to death by Mr Roland le la..=X.. Actually nowadays was so tired n no mood to blog..alot of things happen..Went thomas bday on sat..kaoz.. bluff mi down to bukit timah..than accompany him to batok meet his friends..make mi so tired the whole day..haiz...seems i hab less n less friends to go out le... dunno y...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;I wan to say sorry to someone...i dunno will he saw this post..i wIsh that u understand wad i told u tat night... U ask mi that.."wad will i do if one day u MIA"..make mi feel that u will avoid mi one day...but i undersatnd..u dun wan get hurt ba..but keep ur promise lo..We dunno wad will happen in the future..n no one can predict anything...n abt ytd.. i know u were ard my area..but i was too tired le..so i din mit u..&amp; please understand.. i din mean that u drive i than mit u..but u ride i dun...that day is i not convient to sit bike..i wearing skirt lei... Jus wan to say Sorry..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Ytd my bro friend cum dw find my mum..haiz..he really is a ambition guy...have dreams n aim of wad he wan to do..dunno when then i can c him again...hehe..*dun mistaken* i din fall for him hor..hehe.. =&gt;N ah sian so suddenly msg mi in msn wor... SURPRISE LEI.. thought u angry abt mi..but feel glad to saw ur msg... Haiz...i also hope u understand my situation... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Every morning..when i was on my way to work..along the road @ ard clementi ave 6.. i will saw a subaru that is like his car go pass..but is at the opposite..n the driver quite look like him..but dun ask mi is it him..cause i never c the number plate...haiz..time is all i nid ba..to try n forget everything..My world is still ard sadness.. The thorn is still there &amp;amp; my heart is still bleeding...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;N mus really thanks those ppl encouraging mi n supporting by myside...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Last but not least MR ROLAND..when r u telling mi who is the ger..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22585825-114897532686880170?l=ourstorybegin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourstorybegin.blogspot.com/feeds/114897532686880170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22585825&amp;postID=114897532686880170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22585825/posts/default/114897532686880170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22585825/posts/default/114897532686880170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourstorybegin.blogspot.com/2006/05/thankz-sorri.html' title='thankz &amp; sorri'/><author><name>dalphne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08221926765156343082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22585825.post-114862943905696730</id><published>2006-05-26T00:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T00:43:59.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Horoscope</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Virgo Personailty Profile&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;Sometimes modest, and quite often shy, Virgo can be one of the most difficult mates to "land". It is not that they are playing hard to get, it's not that they are not interested, it's the shyness. Oddly, the more they like you, they more shy they behave around you! You won't find the modest virgo "flashing" anyone in the near future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Virgo is the only zodiacal sign represented by a female. It is sometimes thought of as a potentially creative girl, delicately lovely; sometimes as a somewhat older woman, intelligent but rather pedantic and spinsterish. The latter impression is sometimes confirmed by the Virgoan preciseness, refinement, fastidious love of cleanliness, hygiene and good order, conventionality and aristocratic attitude of reserve. They are usually observant, shrewd, critically inclined, judicious, patient, practical supporters of the status quo, and tend toward conservatism in all departments of life. On the surface they are emotionally cold, and sometimes this goes deeper, for their habit of suppressing their natural kindness may in the end cause it to atrophy, with the result that they shrink from committing themselves to friendship, make few relationships, and those they do make they are careful to keep superficial.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;But the outward lack of feeling may, in some individuals born under this sign, conceal too much emotion, to which they are afraid of giving way because they do not trust others, nor do they have confidence in themselves and their judgments. This is because they are conscious of certain shortcomings in themselves of worldliness, of practicality, of sophistication and of outgoingness. So they bring the art of self concealment to a high pitch, hiding their apprehensiveness about themselves and their often considerable sympathy with other people under a mantle of matter-of-factness and undemonstrative, quiet reserve.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Virgo Traits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Modest and shy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Meticulous and reliable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Practical and diligent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Intelligent and analytical&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Dark Side Of Virgo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fussy and a worrier&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Overcritical and harsh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Perfectionist and conservative&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Virgo Compatibility Section&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;VIRGO goes with Taurus, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Capricorn, Cancer and Scorpio. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Best match is Capricorn)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Best Match For Virgo Is Capricorn&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The two of you can accomplish pretty much anything at all you set your minds to. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A pretty good match emotionally as well. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Truly a lot of synergy here, you will be able to read each others minds at times, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;especially the very close, soul mate type relationships!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Worst Match For Virgo is Aquarius&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Try to avoid this match up if you can. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;True love conquers all, this is true, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;but even true love will be tested to the extreme here! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;You will think the Aquarian is nuts, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;and he or she will think you are ancient. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Communication will be difficult,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; and there will most likely be a power struggle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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/22585825-114862943905696730?l=ourstorybegin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourstorybegin.blogspot.com/feeds/114862943905696730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22585825&amp;postID=114862943905696730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22585825/posts/default/114862943905696730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22585825/posts/default/114862943905696730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourstorybegin.blogspot.com/2006/05/horoscope.html' title='Horoscope'/><author><name>dalphne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08221926765156343082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22585825.post-114854056160787828</id><published>2006-05-24T23:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T00:02:41.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>....</title><content type='html'>Dear little bloggie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here i come to rant again.. actually i dun hav much thing to say..haha... haiz..today my brain was so stone that i dun have strength to work now..jus finish my lunchie... so full wor..feel like sleeping again..today i really make myself to wake up in the morning.. so i won't be late ma.. Saw someone bloggie..it mention friend...she define her friend whom only treat her gd..n bad friend as ppl r cruel..even though the person treat her gd b4...i can jus say she takes thing for granted.. if u never take ppl for granted..ppl won't treat  u bad or turn into cruel or ugly.. A true friend will always by ur side n she/he will b by ur side to support u..to encourage u..n accompany u when u nid her/him...N say things to let u turn mature...point out ur bad points n etc...but anyway ppl define friends in their own ways n thinking.. i once did lost all my friends..or close friends that i treat as... in one yr christmas.. n lost a guy i love in one yr chritmas too..so i quite hate christmas cause like i will lose someone or something that i treasure...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love"..no one can ever define this words..so as personailty...Ppl will wan ppl ard them to change this n that..but y can't u all jus accept who they born they are..y mus they change to let u all accept.. No matter in wad position..friends..couple...family memebers..n etc.. N there will always a betray between human...haiz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dunno wad rubbish i ranting now...haha..btw... Mr Roland..y u keep paste wad i say in ur blog... diaoz lei...N who is the GER !!! i wan to know..this is not KPO.. is CURIOUS... N CURIOSITY KILLS THE CAT.. so tell mi who she is... N i never blog less than 24 hr...now i know u will become old sooooooooooo Fast lei..hehe.. stop here.. =&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22585825-114854056160787828?l=ourstorybegin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourstorybegin.blogspot.com/feeds/114854056160787828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22585825&amp;postID=114854056160787828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22585825/posts/default/114854056160787828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22585825/posts/default/114854056160787828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourstorybegin.blogspot.com/2006/05/blog-post_24.html' title='....'/><author><name>dalphne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08221926765156343082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22585825.post-114845665838804516</id><published>2006-05-24T00:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T00:56:45.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SIANZ</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Dear Bloggie...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;a...so boring now...at office nothing to do..today was late for work...than my stupid idiot boss say mi for nothing...haiz...work here make mi so sianz...ytd bro friend went my mum office...say alot of things wor..than say if i interested in F &amp;amp; B line..y dun go take course..study Bartending Course..Haiz..but so tired wor..work finish nid to study..sometimes i was so fed up wif my colleague also..haiz..dunno how to say...sometimes talk like ppl owe her n thought she very pretty...haiz..Company politic...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day b4 msg des to ask her "gd bf" return mi something..erm..dun say wad it is better...than ytd she reply mi...say he bf will return mi 3rd nxt mth...than still say wad..hope dun wish to hear anything bad abt him after he return mi..Like shit lo..If u never did anything ugly n bad.. dun nid to scare ppl say de..so sensetive..and seems like someone whom haven grow up yet..thinking y be wif him last time.... tinking very throughly about this thing...mayb true abt Love is Blind...i wan tell them...after u return wad is mine..i tink no more contact will make between us anymore... like shit lo..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Mr roland...y u paste my rant at ur blog... diaoz..=.=" .. Finally ur blog is up... i m already half way old liao...wahahaha....Stop till here..I m very sleepy now...if here gt bed..i confirm slp de..so tiring now....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22585825-114845665838804516?l=ourstorybegin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourstorybegin.blogspot.com/feeds/114845665838804516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22585825&amp;postID=114845665838804516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22585825/posts/default/114845665838804516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22585825/posts/default/114845665838804516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourstorybegin.blogspot.com/2006/05/sianz.html' title='SIANZ'/><author><name>dalphne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08221926765156343082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22585825.post-114829800303874060</id><published>2006-05-22T04:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T04:40:03.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>angry</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dear little bloggie....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I was so angry now...damn angry... i dun fucking care to tell u who i will be saying now..u all wan cum view my blog..jus cum ahead..i dun care..Coco u dun nid to act ah lian to mi...mi n ling pro is not ur fucking pro.. i meant wad i say in msn jus now ling... i dun trust anyone of u  now..i jus feel that last time how i treat u all..now returning mi is jus a piece of shit...Ling u onli stand by myside awhile than in the end.. &amp; coco if u wan say mi is a lan jiao lang..plz think wad kind of ger urself r before saying mi...i think i m stupid n foolish to treat friends so gd last time... when they nid help i was always there...When i was low..u all jus stand beside mi a few days or weeks..than "BooM" vanished in the air... when i nid friends to go out to release my stress n sadness where r u all?? gib mi an ans lo... dun gib mi fucking excuses..i wan u all to taste wad is the feeling...this feel days ard mi got who?? i tink i know myself...but cfm is nt u all..not because of that "thing"..i tink not even a call or wad..I wont b the goody ying anymore.. Won't ever b.. i can jus say.. I can jus say i m blind last time... wad the hell of being so gd to friends...dun act inncoent infront of mi anymore....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Haiz..rant finish le..no strength liao...Mr roland..when is r blog cuming up... waiting until i old liao la... my feeling now is angry n disappointed...continue if u still hav strength..stop here 1st...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22585825-114829800303874060?l=ourstorybegin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourstorybegin.blogspot.com/feeds/114829800303874060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22585825&amp;postID=114829800303874060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22585825/posts/default/114829800303874060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22585825/posts/default/114829800303874060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourstorybegin.blogspot.com/2006/05/angry.html' title='angry'/><author><name>dalphne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08221926765156343082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22585825.post-114819561233114283</id><published>2006-05-21T00:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T00:24:19.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>haiz</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Dear little bloggie,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Blog again now..i was so tired..i slp in the morning ard 8..n i was been woken up by my mei mei msg at ard 1..but i dun feel alittle bit of tired at all.. mayb will be getting back to slp later..so long never chat wif someone for so long le..frm ytd..3 plus in the morning till 8..power lei..haha... i falling sick soon...hav a very terrible sore throat..now also coughing..wad a poor thing...haiz.. than early in the mornign..bro n mum quarrel cause of small little thing..make mi so sianz.. bro angry until go out..haiz..than mum point the aim at mi n we quarrel again..make mi so sick n tired...Later i tink got facial appt...but i was too lazy of goin..think goin cancel away... go nxt week or wad la..so sianz..nothing to blog liao..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Des cum view my profile in friendster... than i view hers back.. i saw wad she written in there... will i forgive her.. As my best friend..being wif someone i luv so much b4.. i dunno...forgive n forget is it so easy...but how can a person regard mi as best friend did such things to mi.. i dunno la... i scrafice for friends..but wad did i get in the end..it seems like nothing...i hav decided to change myself.. not to scrafice for anyone le...only i treat ppl good...wad they treat mi as..take it for granted ma... haiz.. life is so hard...Added Collin n Kero Blog at my link.. Nowadays like to view gays n les blog...addicted le... =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22585825-114819561233114283?l=ourstorybegin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourstorybegin.blogspot.com/feeds/114819561233114283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22585825&amp;postID=114819561233114283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22585825/posts/default/114819561233114283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22585825/posts/default/114819561233114283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourstorybegin.blogspot.com/2006/05/haiz.html' title='haiz'/><author><name>dalphne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08221926765156343082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22585825.post-114810107841359950</id><published>2006-05-19T21:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T22:05:27.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jokes of the day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;1) DON'T LOOK AT NAKED LADY&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Boy 1: Why do you run from a naked lady?&lt;br /&gt;Boy 2: Becos my mum said that if I look at a naked lady,&lt;br /&gt;I'llturn into stone. A part of me is getting hard already!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(2) NAMES OF WIVES &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;A malay man had 4 wives, and he called his...&lt;br /&gt;4th wife..... baby doll&lt;br /&gt;3rd wife.....china doll&lt;br /&gt;2nd wife.....barbie doll&lt;br /&gt;1st wife..... panadol !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(3) RESEARCH FINDING&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Research shows men are fatter than women because every-night menget fresh milk &amp; 2 big papayas while women only get 1 banana, 2peanuts &amp;amp; 1 tea-spoon of starch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(4) HAPPY MAN&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;What makes a happy man?&lt;br /&gt;Daughter on the cover of cosmo.&lt;br /&gt;Son on the cover of sports illustrated.&lt;br /&gt;Mistress on the cover of playboyand ..&lt;br /&gt;Wife on the cover of "missing persons"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(5) GOOD AMBITION&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Teacher: What do you want to become?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Little Johnny: Doctor !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Teacher: Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Little Johnny: Coz its the only profession where u can tell awoman to take off her clothes and ask her husband to pay for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(6) VIRGIN&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Old lady, 85, a virgin, about to die. wanted her tombstone to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;read : BORN A VIRGIN, LIVED A VIRGIN, DIED A VIRGIN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;The engraver shortened it to: " RETURNED UNOPENED&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(7) OLD MAN AND YOUNG GIRL&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;75 yr old man got married to a 15 yr girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;On their first night both were crying - why???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Coz she didn't know anything, and he had forgotten everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22585825-114810107841359950?l=ourstorybegin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourstorybegin.blogspot.com/feeds/114810107841359950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22585825&amp;postID=114810107841359950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22585825/posts/default/114810107841359950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22585825/posts/default/114810107841359950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourstorybegin.blogspot.com/2006/05/jokes-of-day.html' title='Jokes of the day...'/><author><name>dalphne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08221926765156343082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22585825.post-114809294024701347</id><published>2006-05-19T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T21:43:04.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>uploaded pic</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 93px; HEIGHT: 73px" height="301" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y20/dalphne/Me_n_pin.jpg" width="640" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Mi and my colleague nothing to do when we r in office..took this pic for fun...hehe...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Pretty ma??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 96px; HEIGHT: 101px" height="281" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y20/dalphne/Edogimissesmost.jpg" width="640" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;The dog that i miss alot... Shine... I never see her for very long le... i dunno when i have the chance to see her.... Last time she quite listen to mi..n i teach her alot of "bad" things..hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y20/dalphne/devil.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 92px; HEIGHT: 77px" height="395" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y20/dalphne/Devils.jpg" width="720" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Little devils.... Hehe...&amp; Devils Advocate... Cutie Ma??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/828/539/1600/7009847520259l.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 87px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 98px" height="196" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/828/539/320/7009847520259l.0.jpg" width="400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I need to b strong...to overcome everything....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;@ office on weekend...Nothing to do....so upload some pics...to put here.... is not really lastest pic... but... jus for fun nia... hehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22585825-114809294024701347?l=ourstorybegin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourstorybegin.blogspot.com/feeds/114809294024701347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22585825&amp;postID=114809294024701347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22585825/posts/default/114809294024701347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22585825/posts/default/114809294024701347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourstorybegin.blogspot.com/2006/05/uploaded-pic.html' title='uploaded pic'/><author><name>dalphne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08221926765156343082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22585825.post-114803302528987919</id><published>2006-05-19T02:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T07:30:39.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;haiz...friends keep looking into my blog le...i dunno is it gd or bad..but i think i can jus onli..start talking rubbish out here...haha... There is a blog..collin n kero.. is abt two gays.. both also look young n nt bad looking...i really envy them..cause they r loving..care for thier partner alot...n they dun bother wad the world is looking at them..n they hav the courage to past up their photos... I dun despite gay or les.. that their own choice of living..n they might know wad they wan in the future too.. hav aa direction..not like mi.. Now my days is jus work work work.. no more directions as last time.. not as cheerfull n happy like last time..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;There is pharse like retribution... hao ren you hao bao..but its it true...i have been hao ren..helping my friends..do wad ever i can &amp;amp; etc..but in the end wad i get..i dunno wad kind of life i hab..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Ytd saw my friend status in f/s...the guy i mention in previous post..his status is "married" / In a Relationship...make mi abit happy n sad...i dunno y...but he told mi is jus put for fun only..dunno truth or nt.. still thinking....plz guys...dun tell mi da dao li..i know wad u all trying to tell mi.. But i still must thankx for giving mi the advice..anything drop mi a msg in my comments page... Going hm now le... yuppie =&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22585825-114803302528987919?l=ourstorybegin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourstorybegin.blogspot.com/feeds/114803302528987919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22585825&amp;postID=114803302528987919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22585825/posts/default/114803302528987919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22585825/posts/default/114803302528987919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourstorybegin.blogspot.com/2006/05/blog-post.html' title='....'/><author><name>dalphne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08221926765156343082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22585825.post-114792490020116663</id><published>2006-05-17T21:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T02:13:01.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Entry</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;E first entry i put in this blog after edit the whole skin n delete away pervious entry....Some ppl whom will view this blog now...dunno wad i mean ba.. Let mi explain... This "ourstorybegin" actually i create &amp; belong to one latest r/s i hav with a guy that i thought can b together until we old... but in the end he left mi alone..it has been abt two mths plus since we were seperated.... He left for mi for a ger..haiz...i dunno y..but i won't forget wad he say.. when we broken up...he feel tat he was too naive in the past...Navie means to him is = he thought he can change mi..but MISTER did u gib mi the time to change?? U still denied that u never two time mi..but u did anyway..unless u told mi that u break up wif mi this min... n the nxt min u wif her... but i saw e ger friendster n it is nt lo..haiz...dunno wad to say abt this....anyway it has been the past.. But truthfully i haven put it down..many ppl tell mi alot of things..logic.. but i still trap inside my own world...i mayb too afraid to step into the cruel world le ba???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends..i might hav alot of friends.. but do i hav a true friends..frankly i m doubting n thinking abt this...I hav one friends we hav been in very gd terms..but she now is wif a guy that once was my bf &amp;amp; someone i love alot last time...how m i going to face them..n cause of this kind of situation we have being pulled away so is our friendship....ya..when i was down there is still a friend at myside..but is not really accompany go out only jus talk on the phone..she is so scare of her bf tat wad i can say lo..haiz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is this guy hav been always by myside when ever i was down..no matter in the past or now.. i nod tat last time he like mi but now i dunno...i wan try to forget him n everything or on another words is....i trying very hard to get out of all this thing by myself.. cause now i feel that i dun hav any friends ard le...ger friends i mean.. Walking strongly alone to face everything now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I hav my family members ard...but they dunno i like that cause i hav always being very strong no matter to who... I dun wan my fmaily memebrs to worry abt mi...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Stop till here le...cause i in office..knocking off soon... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22585825-114792490020116663?l=ourstorybegin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourstorybegin.blogspot.com/feeds/114792490020116663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22585825&amp;postID=114792490020116663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22585825/posts/default/114792490020116663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22585825/posts/default/114792490020116663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourstorybegin.blogspot.com/2006/05/first-entry.html' title='First Entry'/><author><name>dalphne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08221926765156343082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
