<?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-35642847</id><updated>2011-07-07T22:47:58.528-07:00</updated><category term='http://www.blogger.com/img/gl.align.center.gif'/><title type='text'>Imperfections</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleeding-doll.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35642847/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleeding-doll.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35642847/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Hear my bleeding heart shout.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>695</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35642847.post-8515709227571960615</id><published>2010-05-31T17:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T22:52:35.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>On 310510, we celebrate our 36months together, he proposed. For hand in marriage. It was sweet of him, and memorable, as I entered and saw the words on the wall. I was stunned, as I didn't know he would do me a proposal, after months of discussing about our wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/TBHKjEuGLdI/AAAAAAAABpg/IJfzZC6DR4Q/s1600/P1040253.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481384925397921234" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/TBHKjEuGLdI/AAAAAAAABpg/IJfzZC6DR4Q/s200/P1040253.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm elated, but I can't imagine myself as a wife, and a mother yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35642847-8515709227571960615?l=bleeding-doll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleeding-doll.blogspot.com/feeds/8515709227571960615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35642847&amp;postID=8515709227571960615&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35642847/posts/default/8515709227571960615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35642847/posts/default/8515709227571960615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleeding-doll.blogspot.com/2010/05/on-310510-we-celebrate-our-36months.html' title=''/><author><name>Hear my bleeding heart shout.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/TBHKjEuGLdI/AAAAAAAABpg/IJfzZC6DR4Q/s72-c/P1040253.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35642847.post-7948089454500821585</id><published>2010-05-03T03:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T04:15:50.867-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I am a big mistake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate growing up. I dread growing into an adult. Being in school is much fun. Once you grow up, things change drastically. Tho I've been working for almost 3 years now, I'm still in the denial.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Your ego adds up, you start to worry so much about money. You work your life out for money. It's like you can't live if you have no more money in your account.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, I don't know. But I don't fancy changes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35642847-7948089454500821585?l=bleeding-doll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleeding-doll.blogspot.com/feeds/7948089454500821585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35642847&amp;postID=7948089454500821585&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35642847/posts/default/7948089454500821585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35642847/posts/default/7948089454500821585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleeding-doll.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-am-big-mistake.html' title=''/><author><name>Hear my bleeding heart shout.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35642847.post-1823722778833391675</id><published>2009-12-14T01:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T01:32:37.139-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Super excited for my upcoming 21st birthday yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Squadron has been doing alot of &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;missing in acti&lt;/span&gt;on, and I know why! Yippe, he seems excited, that he has blurted out some of the ideas, ohh well. We shall see, why he has in store for me on your 5days celebration!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35642847-1823722778833391675?l=bleeding-doll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleeding-doll.blogspot.com/feeds/1823722778833391675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35642847&amp;postID=1823722778833391675&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35642847/posts/default/1823722778833391675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35642847/posts/default/1823722778833391675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleeding-doll.blogspot.com/2009/12/super-excited-for-my-upcoming-21st.html' title=''/><author><name>Hear my bleeding heart shout.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35642847.post-207128209542310791</id><published>2009-11-20T00:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T00:50:30.435-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mom,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a wonderful mother,&lt;br /&gt;So gentle, yet so strong.&lt;br /&gt;The many ways you show you care&lt;br /&gt;Always make me feel I belong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're patient when I'm foolish;&lt;br /&gt;You give guidance when I ask;&lt;br /&gt;It seems you can do most anything;&lt;br /&gt;You're the master of every task.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a dependable source of comfort;&lt;br /&gt;You're my cushion when I fall.&lt;br /&gt;You help in times of trouble;&lt;br /&gt;You support me whenever I call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you more than you know;&lt;br /&gt;You have my total respect.&lt;br /&gt;If I had my choice of mothers,&lt;br /&gt;You'd be the one I'd select!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35642847-207128209542310791?l=bleeding-doll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleeding-doll.blogspot.com/feeds/207128209542310791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35642847&amp;postID=207128209542310791&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35642847/posts/default/207128209542310791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35642847/posts/default/207128209542310791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleeding-doll.blogspot.com/2009/11/mom-youre-wonderful-mother-so-gentle.html' title=''/><author><name>Hear my bleeding heart shout.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35642847.post-8702302954847251227</id><published>2009-09-03T11:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T00:04:22.552-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So no wonder he had alot of flings and dates, he's never settled in for those girls and proposed the idea of marriage. No wonder he is in his 30s, but hasn't settled down for one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say it choosy, he say it's Choosing It Wise For A Lifetime Partner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still sometimes wonder in distress, what was it that a then 19year old girl sees in that very older man. Maybe cause she gave up in younger men, more rather, gave up in boys?&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't in and out of relationship, young and fast. I've had my few experiences, with 1 relationship, and 1 forbidden love.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I don't know how I did fell in love with him, but I know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Age 19, he thinks I'm rather naive. I say I'm much more matured than girls my age then, but let's just put it, he doesn't trust my words that very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm  still quite angry, more sad over the news of his secret PI. It was two years ago, but I just got to know about it now, why?&lt;br /&gt;If you took soo long to tell me this, why even tell me at all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I don't know. I can't fix a PI just to get back to him now, should I?&lt;br /&gt;It's a ridiculous idea, as much as I hate myself being stalked mysterious possible way, I hate doing that to others too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this is the part of the relationship where HE tests our strength, love and preseverance. Step deeper to our weakness and wait for the end result.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much of all that he make me wanna strangle him sometimes, when I look back at him, I know why I love him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35642847-8702302954847251227?l=bleeding-doll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleeding-doll.blogspot.com/feeds/8702302954847251227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35642847&amp;postID=8702302954847251227&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35642847/posts/default/8702302954847251227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35642847/posts/default/8702302954847251227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleeding-doll.blogspot.com/2009/09/so-no-wonder-he-had-alot-of-flings-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Hear my bleeding heart shout.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35642847.post-6895551236390892844</id><published>2009-08-28T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T09:42:02.051-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Both of us were on leave today, and we celebrated Squadron's actual birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Head down to Vivo, and iftar at Barcelos. Food was tremendous delicious, and we had too much wedges. Movies, and head back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 34th Birthday Hisham (=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35642847-6895551236390892844?l=bleeding-doll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleeding-doll.blogspot.com/feeds/6895551236390892844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35642847&amp;postID=6895551236390892844&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35642847/posts/default/6895551236390892844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35642847/posts/default/6895551236390892844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleeding-doll.blogspot.com/2009/08/both-of-us-were-on-leave-today-and-we.html' title=''/><author><name>Hear my bleeding heart shout.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35642847.post-3514701576501026266</id><published>2009-08-10T22:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T09:38:44.304-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy Birthday Squadron and Singapore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebrated Squadron's 34th a lil bit earlier than usual. Since Ramadan is upcoming soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made a simple birthday handmade gift for him, consisting of 34 solo pics of him, with a hand drawn bleeding heart, self-painted hard board and with the help of the card board pieces. The job wasn't a tedious one, and is my self-achivement for being able to draw such a nice heart after years since me and drawing pencil felt love again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/StSsTcIeesI/AAAAAAAABo0/aKX3U-tIZco/s1600-h/frame.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 40px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392124103838563010" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/StSsTcIeesI/AAAAAAAABo0/aKX3U-tIZco/s200/frame.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Start to setup the table for dinner, a lil for the day 1 surprise. Of course, pull off the act and lying to Squadron was the toughest part, he had figured out I didn't go to work that day anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 91px; HEIGHT: 73px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392114565074484258" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/StSjoNd5fCI/AAAAAAAABn0/o69z-ROaqRE/s200/P1000532.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Candlelit dinner, and a lil emotional moments when he starts opening his gift&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/StSjnp2m4DI/AAAAAAAABns/KLcy4FdQYfY/s1600-h/P1000515.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 72px; HEIGHT: 103px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392114555514445874" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/StSjnp2m4DI/AAAAAAAABns/KLcy4FdQYfY/s200/P1000515.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/StSjog1HLTI/AAAAAAAABn8/tSQCUYfZ07E/s1600-h/P1000559.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 73px; HEIGHT: 103px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392114570272124210" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/StSjog1HLTI/AAAAAAAABn8/tSQCUYfZ07E/s200/P1000559.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/StSjpW_T_rI/AAAAAAAABoE/lalqWN3DY7A/s1600-h/P1000562.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 78px; HEIGHT: 103px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392114584810421938" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/StSjpW_T_rI/AAAAAAAABoE/lalqWN3DY7A/s200/P1000562.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;The frame, ltd adidas shoes, braun buffle wallet, and a CD consisting of songs of heartfelt words and a birthday card as the CD cover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/StSjnDRMmYI/AAAAAAAABnk/omSfJqD0Tzc/s1600-h/P1000508.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 99px; HEIGHT: 78px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392114545156987266" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/StSjnDRMmYI/AAAAAAAABnk/omSfJqD0Tzc/s200/P1000508.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Movies after dinner, before heading back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Day 2, after I ended my Saturday shift, and Squadron attended a wedding reception, dressed up and headed down to Sofra Turkish. Headed back as he was a lil unwell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/StSlovHhaDI/AAAAAAAABoM/hvjG2fhQAvU/s1600-h/P1000646.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 97px; HEIGHT: 76px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392116773130692658" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/StSlovHhaDI/AAAAAAAABoM/hvjG2fhQAvU/s200/P1000646.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Day 3, postponed my plans for adventure and head down to SG Rivers for bumboat ride. Took a minute to run 200m to catch the fireworks.Headed down to Vivo for movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/StSlpF-A-XI/AAAAAAAABoU/WQsLXVZgqQc/s1600-h/P1000697.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 91px; HEIGHT: 77px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392116779264833906" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/StSlpF-A-XI/AAAAAAAABoU/WQsLXVZgqQc/s200/P1000697.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/StSlpsN_3rI/AAAAAAAABoc/CHYUDDl4wRw/s1600-h/P1000701.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 94px; HEIGHT: 77px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392116789532417714" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/StSlpsN_3rI/AAAAAAAABoc/CHYUDDl4wRw/s200/P1000701.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Day 4, we head down to Science Centre for Snow City, Omni and Da Vinci showcase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/StSlqDHGNhI/AAAAAAAABok/vd5pcQC-RVE/s1600-h/P1000731.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 109px; HEIGHT: 67px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392116795677488658" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/StSlqDHGNhI/AAAAAAAABok/vd5pcQC-RVE/s200/P1000731.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/StSlqsl57mI/AAAAAAAABos/jY5i0uM0_mE/s1600-h/P1000733.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 116px; HEIGHT: 67px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392116806812560994" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/StSlqsl57mI/AAAAAAAABos/jY5i0uM0_mE/s200/P1000733.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Next year shall be another wonderful celebration. May you stay in pink of health, and achieve your dreams one day (=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35642847-3514701576501026266?l=bleeding-doll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleeding-doll.blogspot.com/feeds/3514701576501026266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35642847&amp;postID=3514701576501026266&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35642847/posts/default/3514701576501026266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35642847/posts/default/3514701576501026266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleeding-doll.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-birthday-squadron-and-singapore.html' title=''/><author><name>Hear my bleeding heart shout.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/StSsTcIeesI/AAAAAAAABo0/aKX3U-tIZco/s72-c/frame.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35642847.post-4818707966014695347</id><published>2009-07-23T10:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T02:59:05.962-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Hi,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to compliment Ms Shakilah who has provided prompt and valuable information to my questions asked yesterday. She is very knowledgeable and provide answers with clear explanations, which we can easily understand as a layman.&lt;br /&gt;Well done and keep it up ! Shakilah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best regards.&lt;br /&gt;Christopher Tan&lt;br /&gt;CBG - Network Planning &amp;amp; Deployment&lt;br /&gt;DBS Bank Ltd&lt;br /&gt;DBS. Living, Breathing Asia&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35642847-4818707966014695347?l=bleeding-doll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleeding-doll.blogspot.com/feeds/4818707966014695347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35642847&amp;postID=4818707966014695347&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35642847/posts/default/4818707966014695347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35642847/posts/default/4818707966014695347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleeding-doll.blogspot.com/2009/07/hi-i-want-to-compliment-ms-shakilah-who.html' title=''/><author><name>Hear my bleeding heart shout.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35642847.post-6141791719724396229</id><published>2009-07-14T12:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T00:20:24.897-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Settled down with Braun Buffle wallet, and Adidas shoes for gift, planned few events for the entire four days, I'm left with the restaurant we should pay a visit to.&lt;br /&gt;Since all fine dining places, are mostly non-halal. I have to set down with a couple. Carousel and StraitsKitchen are like commonplaces for us, hence, I'm considering &lt;a href="http://www.furama.com/citycentre/dining.php?s=tiffany"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Tiffany Cafe, Furama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://www.thesongofindia.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;The Song of India&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Can I have a poll please? Hahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35642847-6141791719724396229?l=bleeding-doll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleeding-doll.blogspot.com/feeds/6141791719724396229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35642847&amp;postID=6141791719724396229&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35642847/posts/default/6141791719724396229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35642847/posts/default/6141791719724396229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleeding-doll.blogspot.com/2009/07/settled-down-with-braun-buffle-wallet.html' title=''/><author><name>Hear my bleeding heart shout.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35642847.post-1548211382470394419</id><published>2009-07-12T22:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T22:18:57.619-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm angry. I'm angry at the guy who took, hold, tore and broke my heart 2 and half years back. Why? Cause you tormented me. And you really made me in such a state I'm in. Thanks to you, my mentality has been dismantled, and I have to reassemble them back to one, and I'm getting pissed at it. You are such a goner. Goner goner long goner (*&amp;amp;^!@#$%^&amp;amp;*(!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35642847-1548211382470394419?l=bleeding-doll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleeding-doll.blogspot.com/feeds/1548211382470394419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35642847&amp;postID=1548211382470394419&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35642847/posts/default/1548211382470394419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35642847/posts/default/1548211382470394419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleeding-doll.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-angry.html' title=''/><author><name>Hear my bleeding heart shout.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35642847.post-6849846691380210061</id><published>2009-07-12T22:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T22:07:14.861-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There has been soo many things that took place I've not wrote about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has been disturbing. With the current changes and the current physical/mental state I'm in, I'm about to go nuts if not with the help of &lt;u&gt;Squadron&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just with my swollen knee, which by the way, has been three weeks and counting. With addition to my consitent back pains, I've not been running since the last tried but failed run, which brought me down to knees and in tears of terror pain. I've just started my cardio workout for the big 21km, but now I've been advised and instructed to stop training, but to attend therapy, which will take eons to recover. I shall put 6months, but since my runner's knee has been ongoing for years before my breakdown, my estimation would be a year half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not at my best physical state, even climbing up few steps seems like a flight of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;I wish I could start tying back my laces, blast my ipod and feel the wind in my hair again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35642847-6849846691380210061?l=bleeding-doll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleeding-doll.blogspot.com/feeds/6849846691380210061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35642847&amp;postID=6849846691380210061&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35642847/posts/default/6849846691380210061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35642847/posts/default/6849846691380210061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleeding-doll.blogspot.com/2009/07/there-has-been-soo-many-things-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Hear my bleeding heart shout.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35642847.post-7032697527561179188</id><published>2009-07-07T22:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T22:21:42.859-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My dear sister has graduated with 2nd class Honors, and I'm honored to be her sister! My parents are such happy happy parents, and has done my parents proud. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Congrats my thai-breed sister&lt;/span&gt;. Tho you are the weirdest in the family, you have proven that your weirdness has turn you to be a genius.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35642847-7032697527561179188?l=bleeding-doll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleeding-doll.blogspot.com/feeds/7032697527561179188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35642847&amp;postID=7032697527561179188&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35642847/posts/default/7032697527561179188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35642847/posts/default/7032697527561179188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleeding-doll.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-dear-sister-has-graduated-with-2nd.html' title=''/><author><name>Hear my bleeding heart shout.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35642847.post-3981255266515723765</id><published>2009-06-22T22:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T22:30:04.629-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Was running along ECP, then a sharp pain pull me down to a halt. There it was, my knee. I still tried to continue on running, till half way, i had to sit down, and there comes my knee, such sharp pain, felt like it's going to dislocate anytime soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when I sat down after training, I realised, my knee has became so swollen. My trainer banned me from sports commitment, till I recover. Sports injury may take months, perhaps years. Sigh, I have to cancel all my marathons, but I pray I can join the 100K walk this year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35642847-3981255266515723765?l=bleeding-doll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleeding-doll.blogspot.com/feeds/3981255266515723765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35642847&amp;postID=3981255266515723765&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35642847/posts/default/3981255266515723765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35642847/posts/default/3981255266515723765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleeding-doll.blogspot.com/2009/06/was-running-along-ecp-then-sharp-pain.html' title=''/><author><name>Hear my bleeding heart shout.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35642847.post-2438219281313558305</id><published>2009-06-06T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T17:44:42.589-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>That heavysleeper was late,and I didn't went for my first pract 4. So &lt;u&gt;Squadron&lt;/u&gt; and I headed for YTF breakfast nearby Kembangan. The YTF was a disappointment, tho the shop speacial's dish was YTF. Home, and changed. Met Sheera and went around TOne to look for artsy materials for card making. Sat at TM SB, and Sheera starts sketching Fid's face. Constrain by time, we pledge to meet again. Headed back home, changed and &lt;u&gt;Squadron&lt;/u&gt; came by to fetch me. To Bugis for quick 30mins shopping which I managed to get a jeans and two tops (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the way to Cineleisure for Hannah Montana. The movie is a must-watch. Given that &lt;u&gt;Squadron&lt;/u&gt; is not a fan of Hannah Montana, he rated the movie 4popcorns of 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Such a lazy Saturday&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/35642847-2438219281313558305?l=bleeding-doll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleeding-doll.blogspot.com/feeds/2438219281313558305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35642847&amp;postID=2438219281313558305&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35642847/posts/default/2438219281313558305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35642847/posts/default/2438219281313558305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleeding-doll.blogspot.com/2009/06/that-heavysleeper-was-lateand-i-didnt.html' title=''/><author><name>Hear my bleeding heart shout.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35642847.post-5300641158290209321</id><published>2009-05-31T22:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T17:33:59.378-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This year's annyversary was personal. Spent three days celebrating, with moments of truth and clearing of misjudgment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tho my plans for a massive anny celebration didn't exact went on, it was a nice celebration planned by &lt;u&gt;Squadron&lt;/u&gt;. We shall plan for the next big event, that is, your birthday &lt;u&gt;Squadron&lt;/u&gt; (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;We are TWO!&lt;br /&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/35642847-5300641158290209321?l=bleeding-doll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleeding-doll.blogspot.com/feeds/5300641158290209321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35642847&amp;postID=5300641158290209321&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35642847/posts/default/5300641158290209321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35642847/posts/default/5300641158290209321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleeding-doll.blogspot.com/2009/05/this-years-annyversary-was-personal.html' title=''/><author><name>Hear my bleeding heart shout.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35642847.post-3599685029404825977</id><published>2009-05-26T12:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T00:06:19.018-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've been sick for the past one week, does that make me victim of H1N1?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, but I still now have to start pulling up socks and tie my laces back together. It's been about a whole month since I start tracking my progress, I think I drop back zero since my last marathon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, I think I need to get performance socks, and soon another NB running shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When active, feet produce 4 to 6 ounces of perspiration a day, no wonder my feet stinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I pray that I recover from runner's knee. Should I engage a PT? Maybe Dol can help.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35642847-3599685029404825977?l=bleeding-doll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleeding-doll.blogspot.com/feeds/3599685029404825977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35642847&amp;postID=3599685029404825977&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35642847/posts/default/3599685029404825977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35642847/posts/default/3599685029404825977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleeding-doll.blogspot.com/2009/05/ive-been-sick-for-past-one-week-does.html' title=''/><author><name>Hear my bleeding heart shout.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35642847.post-5867740095446657040</id><published>2009-05-24T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T00:37:46.359-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Daddy sent me to&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt; CDC&lt;/span&gt; in the morning. And oh boy! Alhamdulilah, I've managed to overcome &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;pract3&lt;/span&gt;, and I'm now back on track. To &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Pract4&lt;/span&gt;! Yayness. No more upslopes and spinning figure8, I'm off to planks and E-brakes! Maybe I need my daddy to send me to more CDCs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chill for the moment, dressed met EC @ &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;SBTM&lt;/span&gt;. Our planned for 24th for Farhan's bdae was cancelled, and so as for 31st. Our EC gathering is tedious work to plan. Paintball is another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we came up to 21st June, hopefully by then they have some slots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Squadron&lt;/u&gt; came to join, and we dinner @ &lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;LJ&lt;/span&gt;, before &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Night At The Museum 2&lt;/span&gt; @ GV. The movie was awesome. I never get bored watching part 1 over and over again, I wonder whhy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed home therafter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35642847-5867740095446657040?l=bleeding-doll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleeding-doll.blogspot.com/feeds/5867740095446657040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35642847&amp;postID=5867740095446657040&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35642847/posts/default/5867740095446657040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35642847/posts/default/5867740095446657040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleeding-doll.blogspot.com/2009/05/daddy-sent-me-to-cdc-in-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>Hear my bleeding heart shout.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35642847.post-8418401456234915182</id><published>2009-05-23T20:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T00:39:08.854-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;There was this shoe, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Malini &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Alice Suede&lt;/span&gt;. It became your such fascination. The must-have shoes, the must wear outfit.&lt;br /&gt;That two pair of shoes, that I desire to have, but couldn't have.&lt;br /&gt;But when you heard the retailers are having them on more than 50% sale, wouldn't you go grab and buy both pairs together?&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't you? Wouldn't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that was where I head to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;CROCS EXPO SALE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After breakfast @ &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Mac's&lt;/span&gt; two trips to &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Petrol Kiosks&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;AMK&lt;/span&gt;, with &lt;u&gt;Squadron&lt;/u&gt; we joined the long q of 30mins. And there I was. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The sale&lt;/span&gt;. I felt like I was in a dream. Thinking of the two shoes I am about to own. For both which I had dreams of owning two pairs each. Booth after booth I went, in search for my size. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Size 5&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;size 6&lt;/span&gt;. Then I went around and around. I just had to drag &lt;u&gt;Squadron&lt;/u&gt; with me. But I found none. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;No Malindi, no Alice Suede&lt;/span&gt;. Then &lt;u&gt;Squadron&lt;/u&gt; asked the salesperson. And she happily said &lt;em&gt;"Oh sorry, Malindi and Alice are both sold out the first 3hrs. You can come again tomorrow!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What?! OOS?! How can CROCS do this to me?! And &lt;u&gt;Squadron&lt;/u&gt; didn't get his either, as we were both in such remorse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only got for my mom CROCS @ $15. Such cheap retail SALE. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;And I didn't get ANY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I willingly stayed at home alone, while &lt;u&gt;Squadron&lt;/u&gt; sent letters, and my parents head out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35642847-8418401456234915182?l=bleeding-doll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleeding-doll.blogspot.com/feeds/8418401456234915182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35642847&amp;postID=8418401456234915182&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35642847/posts/default/8418401456234915182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35642847/posts/default/8418401456234915182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleeding-doll.blogspot.com/2009/05/there-was-this-shoe-malini-and-alice.html' title=''/><author><name>Hear my bleeding heart shout.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35642847.post-8008687473231364634</id><published>2009-05-17T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T00:02:20.812-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There was, the &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;BCP testing&lt;/span&gt;. Hah, crazy Sunday. Bunch of staffs testing connection to DC.&lt;br /&gt;My &lt;em&gt;suppose to be beautiful Sunday&lt;/em&gt; was being in office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Changed after work, the bathing facility here is quite comfy (= Train ride all the way to&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt; City Hall&lt;/span&gt;. It's been eons, then I suddenly remembered, since I visited the town by public. The memories of CTHall back when I was working there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I wandered around &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Marina Sqr&lt;/span&gt;, thinking of the perfect anny gift in mind. And I wandered and wonder, if &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;victorinox&lt;/span&gt; would be such a wonderful idea. Wallets, shoes are more for birthday to me, so I'll stick to couple gifts more likely for anny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I finally settled for victorinox and a mini torch, one for him and myself. And an order from &lt;a href="http://www.captivat3d.com/"&gt;captivat3d&lt;/a&gt; for personalised bottle caps. Not any bottle caps, bottle caps that place your pictures on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Squadron&lt;/u&gt; fetched me and we decide for &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Soto Ayam @ Railway&lt;/span&gt;. There wasn't a crowd there, but halfway thru my journey, then I remembered of the &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Arts Festival&lt;/span&gt;. My yearly custom celebration. I missed it totall. Screw WORK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, then I ride to Tiong Bahru to check Linked. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Pretty!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35642847-8008687473231364634?l=bleeding-doll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleeding-doll.blogspot.com/feeds/8008687473231364634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35642847&amp;postID=8008687473231364634&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35642847/posts/default/8008687473231364634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35642847/posts/default/8008687473231364634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleeding-doll.blogspot.com/2009/05/there-was-bcp-testing.html' title=''/><author><name>Hear my bleeding heart shout.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35642847.post-6867474425804785224</id><published>2009-05-16T23:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T00:16:36.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Squadron&lt;/u&gt; was working the whole day today. And I had EC meetup @ &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;SB TM&lt;/span&gt;. Discussing about Farhan's upcoming 21st. Man the group I miss, our weekly SB chilling moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we came up with Farhan-like activity. For paintball, and dinner @ 18chefs. I just hope that the date for 24th this month is confirmed availability for &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ReD Dynasty&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35642847-6867474425804785224?l=bleeding-doll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleeding-doll.blogspot.com/feeds/6867474425804785224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35642847&amp;postID=6867474425804785224&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35642847/posts/default/6867474425804785224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35642847/posts/default/6867474425804785224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleeding-doll.blogspot.com/2009/05/squadron-was-working-whole-day-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Hear my bleeding heart shout.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35642847.post-1897158035778857412</id><published>2009-05-12T10:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T10:49:00.545-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Typo error the LJ address, then I was brought to this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Page Not Found&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Narrator:In A.D. 2006, Web was beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Captain:&lt;/span&gt; What happen ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Mechanic:&lt;/span&gt; Somebody set up us the journal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Operator:&lt;/span&gt; We get signal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Captain:&lt;/span&gt; What !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Operator:&lt;/span&gt; Main browser turn on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Captain:&lt;/span&gt; It's you !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;CATS:&lt;/span&gt; How are you users !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;CATS:&lt;/span&gt; All your base are belong to Frank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;CATS:&lt;/span&gt; You are on the way to 404.Captain: What you say !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;CATS:&lt;/span&gt; You have no chance to reach your page. Make your spelling correct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;CATS:&lt;/span&gt; Ha Ha Ha Ha ....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35642847-1897158035778857412?l=bleeding-doll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleeding-doll.blogspot.com/feeds/1897158035778857412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35642847&amp;postID=1897158035778857412&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35642847/posts/default/1897158035778857412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35642847/posts/default/1897158035778857412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleeding-doll.blogspot.com/2009/05/typo-error-lj-address-then-i-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Hear my bleeding heart shout.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35642847.post-6521245117019540852</id><published>2009-05-12T03:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T03:32:10.275-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I still haven't plan for my anny! And I just remembered. Gosh. Gosh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35642847-6521245117019540852?l=bleeding-doll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleeding-doll.blogspot.com/feeds/6521245117019540852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35642847&amp;postID=6521245117019540852&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35642847/posts/default/6521245117019540852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35642847/posts/default/6521245117019540852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleeding-doll.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-still-havent-plan-for-my-anny-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Hear my bleeding heart shout.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35642847.post-6224552173677758627</id><published>2009-05-11T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T23:59:00.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>With &lt;u&gt;Squadron&lt;/u&gt; we head to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;vivo&lt;/span&gt; to collect my pants from &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Zara&lt;/span&gt;. And of course, when you step in the place, you will tend to buy something. The clothes are such beauty, and that costed me an &lt;em&gt;organic cotton top&lt;/em&gt;. Hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/SgjV7a8uSfI/AAAAAAAABnM/C_WJTFbP3NE/s1600-h/DSC00450.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334748975443364338" style="WIDTH: 98px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 123px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/SgjV7a8uSfI/AAAAAAAABnM/C_WJTFbP3NE/s200/DSC00450.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;With &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Six&lt;/span&gt; for hangbag, and &lt;u&gt;Squadron&lt;/u&gt;'s option for me to get a funky earring. Another unexpected purchase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/SgjV7ywoI_I/AAAAAAAABnc/bveRoUSIvU8/s1600-h/DSC00452.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334748981835080690" style="WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 119px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/SgjV7ywoI_I/AAAAAAAABnc/bveRoUSIvU8/s200/DSC00452.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;F21&lt;/span&gt; to get a nail file, 'cause of that salesguy who intro me a nail product that keeps your nail looking superly healthy, which I couldn't stop looking at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/SgjV7RsZCAI/AAAAAAAABnU/5pnPGSqof28/s1600-h/DSC00451.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334748972958943234" style="WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 123px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/SgjV7RsZCAI/AAAAAAAABnU/5pnPGSqof28/s200/DSC00451.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Planned to head to &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Mac's&lt;/span&gt; for late dinner, then I saw &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Tangs&lt;/span&gt; and decide to look at few bags for the sake of looking. Then I saw such a nice corporate handbag, I fell in love with such corporate things, I wonder why. I wonder why I got so lucky &lt;u&gt;Squadron&lt;/u&gt; decide to get it for me. Hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/SgjV7Dc-YdI/AAAAAAAABnE/-Mr800IQ7ck/s1600-h/DSC00449.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334748969136185810" style="WIDTH: 104px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 132px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/SgjV7Dc-YdI/AAAAAAAABnE/-Mr800IQ7ck/s200/DSC00449.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Dinner @&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; Mac's&lt;/span&gt;, we talked about friendship. Knowing physcology can be such reward, you can really know about the person's true personality. And I see that a friend of mine, has changed. Maybe due to different family status? &lt;em&gt;I suppose.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And &lt;u&gt;Squadron&lt;/u&gt;'s new favourite phase "Eh2, dah pandai melawa lah my wife. Da besar lah dia."&lt;br /&gt;Heheh dude, people marry grown up girls, you marry a growing up girl. Lol! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35642847-6224552173677758627?l=bleeding-doll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleeding-doll.blogspot.com/feeds/6224552173677758627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35642847&amp;postID=6224552173677758627&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35642847/posts/default/6224552173677758627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35642847/posts/default/6224552173677758627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleeding-doll.blogspot.com/2009/05/with-squadron-we-head-to-vivo-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Hear my bleeding heart shout.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/SgjV7a8uSfI/AAAAAAAABnM/C_WJTFbP3NE/s72-c/DSC00450.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35642847.post-5519872144632080478</id><published>2009-05-11T01:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T19:31:12.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its a lie if a&lt;br /&gt;girl doesn't have&lt;br /&gt;a dream guy,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy she&lt;br /&gt;pictures and hopes&lt;br /&gt;to meet one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diff girl have&lt;br /&gt;diff prospect in&lt;br /&gt;what he must have,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what counts&lt;br /&gt;is how the guy&lt;br /&gt;just melt her away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it comes to&lt;br /&gt;real love these&lt;br /&gt;prospects disappear,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That dream guy&lt;br /&gt;suddenly the&lt;br /&gt;girl dnt remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what counts&lt;br /&gt;is how the guy&lt;br /&gt;just melt her away,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those&lt;br /&gt;imperfections just&lt;br /&gt;make her everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love U (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Sender: Shakilah Sayang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35642847-5519872144632080478?l=bleeding-doll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleeding-doll.blogspot.com/feeds/5519872144632080478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35642847&amp;postID=5519872144632080478&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35642847/posts/default/5519872144632080478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35642847/posts/default/5519872144632080478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleeding-doll.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-lie-if-girl-doesnt-have-dream-guy.html' title=''/><author><name>Hear my bleeding heart shout.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35642847.post-672640096708642952</id><published>2009-05-10T23:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T19:22:45.542-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Squadron&lt;/u&gt; had to work today, due to mechanical breakdown back at his office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Li, Fy, Siti over at &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;SB TM&lt;/span&gt;, to plan and discuss regards to Farhan's 21st this 26May. Since we never really had one bdae bash specially for that guy, I decide to make a plan and possible for us to the least, show him that he truly matter to us. He's been the most secretive, unpredictable person, and he even managed to keep his 18months relationship a secret from us. Gosh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we came up with the idea to &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;PaintBall&lt;/span&gt;, since I believe that it's so him, and &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;18chefs&lt;/span&gt; with a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;book about love&lt;/span&gt; for his gift and &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;cake&lt;/span&gt; for the jubilation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, off to plan and start emailing! It's so high tech these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;At 0430 next morning, &lt;u&gt;Squadron&lt;/u&gt; is still butting off in the office. One problem after another. I think he work of almost 23hrs straight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35642847-672640096708642952?l=bleeding-doll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleeding-doll.blogspot.com/feeds/672640096708642952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35642847&amp;postID=672640096708642952&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35642847/posts/default/672640096708642952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35642847/posts/default/672640096708642952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleeding-doll.blogspot.com/2009/05/squadron-had-to-work-today-due-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Hear my bleeding heart shout.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35642847.post-1362289362875196336</id><published>2009-05-02T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T20:05:06.995-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Squadron&lt;/u&gt; decides to bet, if he can ever wake up early to send me to work. Well, impressively, he did. Packed with breakfast. Hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decide to walk around &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;TCentral&lt;/span&gt;, look for a gift for my dear &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mesh's 21st&lt;/span&gt;. I kept on thinking that her jubilation was today, silly me. There was nothing much, at &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Tamp1&lt;/span&gt;, it was the usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Head back, laze, midnight booked tickets to &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Jgn Tegur&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;u&gt;Squadron&lt;/u&gt; was working till late, for the longest time, I took the train to&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt; Somerset&lt;/span&gt;. Such a different scenery, and it's been long since I saw fugly Singaporeans in public transports.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movie wasn't that thrilling, and we arcade with 30bucks. Neoprints to capture my curls, and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;pastamania&lt;/span&gt; was pretty much, normal. Then it started to rain, so we rode back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 0430 &lt;u&gt;Squadron&lt;/u&gt; called me along the xpressway, apparently, his &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;R6&lt;/span&gt; broke down after skidding. Alhamdulilah, he managed to control, else I guess I'll be elsewhere now. He reached home 0610, after free ride with the tow truck, and bus ride back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Squadron&lt;/u&gt;, you're baby's new, but it's always giving some mechanical problems. Sigh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35642847-1362289362875196336?l=bleeding-doll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleeding-doll.blogspot.com/feeds/1362289362875196336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35642847&amp;postID=1362289362875196336&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35642847/posts/default/1362289362875196336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35642847/posts/default/1362289362875196336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleeding-doll.blogspot.com/2009/05/squadron-decides-to-bet-if-he-can-ever.html' title=''/><author><name>Hear my bleeding heart shout.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35642847.post-3716803715145604941</id><published>2009-05-01T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T00:46:02.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Labour Dayy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/SgKQw4C5WMI/AAAAAAAABms/HZD7chb2XPk/s1600-h/DSC00438.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332984078112741570" style="WIDTH: 78px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 94px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/SgKQw4C5WMI/AAAAAAAABms/HZD7chb2XPk/s200/DSC00438.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Head over to sis's place to visit dear nephew. The boy doesn't look unwell at all. Like as he was playing nurse with the bandages. 5 stitches on the side of his head. Appears to be well and fit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332984081319635714" style="WIDTH: 89px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 114px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/SgKQxD_eqwI/AAAAAAAABm0/fcaQUOqJwNI/s200/DSC00441.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/SgKQxJeZLfI/AAAAAAAABm8/aTsYupuXZow/s1600-h/DSC00443.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332984082791476722" style="WIDTH: 89px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 114px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/SgKQxJeZLfI/AAAAAAAABm8/aTsYupuXZow/s200/DSC00443.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;With guests visiting, laze at sis's place the whole day. Head back home thereafter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35642847-3716803715145604941?l=bleeding-doll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleeding-doll.blogspot.com/feeds/3716803715145604941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35642847&amp;postID=3716803715145604941&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35642847/posts/default/3716803715145604941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35642847/posts/default/3716803715145604941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleeding-doll.blogspot.com/2009/05/labour-dayy-head-over-to-siss-place-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Hear my bleeding heart shout.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/SgKQw4C5WMI/AAAAAAAABms/HZD7chb2XPk/s72-c/DSC00438.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35642847.post-5072630510996704352</id><published>2009-04-30T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T00:23:24.945-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was unexpected. &lt;u&gt;Squadron&lt;/u&gt; fetch me from work, then we head to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;AMK&lt;/span&gt;, to pick up letters. &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Iluma&lt;/span&gt; to purchase movie tickets to &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;The House&lt;/span&gt;, then dinner to some Indian restaurant in &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Lil India&lt;/span&gt;. I finally have my &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Palak Paneer&lt;/span&gt;. And we had &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Chicken Dum Briyani&lt;/span&gt;. The last time we had Briyani, we both ended up with severe headache due to the sapi &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;animal oil&lt;/span&gt;. It sures filled our tummies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arcade in Iluma. And &lt;u&gt;Squadron&lt;/u&gt; won &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;B&amp;amp;J&lt;/span&gt; mini for just a dollar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/SgKKnLrEjeI/AAAAAAAABmk/GYROM3WFe50/s1600-h/DSC00435.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332977314513063394" style="WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 125px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/SgKKnLrEjeI/AAAAAAAABmk/GYROM3WFe50/s200/DSC00435.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/SgKKnLrEjeI/AAAAAAAABmk/GYROM3WFe50/s1600-h/DSC00435.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Such happy gamer. Movie was creepy. To think there are really people living that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Receive text from Daddy, four hours back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;"Kita kat eshore hospital adek jatoh call dulu kalau nak datang k"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart jumped and I check I've got 5miss call for all I didn't realise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when I called back Daddy, Danish seems to be ok. He's back at home with stitches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we rode home happilly. Hahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35642847-5072630510996704352?l=bleeding-doll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleeding-doll.blogspot.com/feeds/5072630510996704352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35642847&amp;postID=5072630510996704352&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35642847/posts/default/5072630510996704352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35642847/posts/default/5072630510996704352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleeding-doll.blogspot.com/2009/04/today-was-unexpected.html' title=''/><author><name>Hear my bleeding heart shout.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/SgKKnLrEjeI/AAAAAAAABmk/GYROM3WFe50/s72-c/DSC00435.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35642847.post-7642996920696332879</id><published>2009-04-19T18:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T18:00:01.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Been soo away from writing down my &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;live-book&lt;/span&gt;, I missed out couple of great events/experience I had. Just to say, I've been busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work's getting me all stressed up, plus with life stats. But since I'm waiting and hoping for &lt;u&gt;Squadron&lt;/u&gt; to end work and bring me out, I decided to look for some ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My anny's just around a month away. And unlike usual, I'm still undecided on the celebration. &lt;u&gt;Squadron&lt;/u&gt; wants it simple. But I figured, tho anny's just a celebration, and a mark to how many years together, I still want to make it somehow, special. Some people may say &lt;em&gt;"Why count the number of years together, it seems like you're counting how long you've managed to sustain life with the other one"&lt;/em&gt;. Lol. Well, different minds, think differently. But I love to lead a &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;luxurious life&lt;/span&gt; once a while, head to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;fancy restaurants&lt;/span&gt; for dinner, wear &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;dinner dresses&lt;/span&gt;, reserve a hotel for &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;weekend getaway&lt;/span&gt;. Walk like you're in life of riches. Not to showcase your wealth, but rather reward yourself for your achivements, no matter how small. &lt;em&gt;"A happy life is a continuous of small treats."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, I'm still thinking of the anny part. I've not even started for the planning, I'm stressing on another occassion - &lt;u&gt;Squadron&lt;/u&gt;'s birthday. It's somewhere in Aug, and I have months to prepare, but I'm looking forward more to his birthday, as I know it's the most special day for him, as he never fails to take AL on the 27th. For a man like him, he deserve so much treatment, and I can take the advantage to show my appreciation to him. For the moment, the perfect birthday gift for him is a full-faced &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Arai&lt;/span&gt;. I know how much he's been wanting it. He's been planning for a road trip up to KL on his &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;R6&lt;/span&gt;. But given that he only has one full-face, he decides to forgo the plan as he wants to take me there as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still indecisive, but I know what I want to do for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Off to meet my ooldd mhann!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35642847-7642996920696332879?l=bleeding-doll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleeding-doll.blogspot.com/feeds/7642996920696332879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35642847&amp;postID=7642996920696332879&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35642847/posts/default/7642996920696332879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35642847/posts/default/7642996920696332879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleeding-doll.blogspot.com/2009/04/been-soo-away-from-writing-down-my-live.html' title=''/><author><name>Hear my bleeding heart shout.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35642847.post-5901217364794262135</id><published>2009-03-28T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T19:53:28.699-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We were behind schedule for 3hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;EC 21st March Bash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The delivery came early, &lt;u&gt;Squadron&lt;/u&gt; and I had to stay behind, to decorate the pit. While Farhan went to fetch the rest of the &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;EC&lt;/span&gt;. The plan somehow was ruined, with Hasli knowing our plans for the bash, which he shouldn't. Apparently, he intrude Ina's lappie, and got hold of all the plans. Still, they went to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;GSwing&lt;/span&gt;, after some drama. I didn't get to follow, so me and &lt;u&gt;Squadron&lt;/u&gt; stayed, and started to BBQ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;bikini bods&lt;/span&gt; melted its way, but the taste was sinful. The &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;pinata&lt;/span&gt; sure was unexpected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Azmi &amp;amp; Siti sent back three, then while later, we packed and sent Nurul back home. We decide to catch movie @ &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Cathay&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Head home, with &lt;u&gt;Squadron&lt;/u&gt; sending us one by one. And unfortunately, &lt;u&gt;Squadron's&lt;/u&gt; misjudge, and the van scratch against the wall. I wonder how much that'll cost us. Cab ride back home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35642847-5901217364794262135?l=bleeding-doll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleeding-doll.blogspot.com/feeds/5901217364794262135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35642847&amp;postID=5901217364794262135&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35642847/posts/default/5901217364794262135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35642847/posts/default/5901217364794262135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleeding-doll.blogspot.com/2009/03/we-were-behind-schedule-for-3hours.html' title=''/><author><name>Hear my bleeding heart shout.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35642847.post-2462378932740925388</id><published>2009-03-24T20:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T21:08:31.815-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Been looking high and low, near and far, for someone who personalise badges. And finally, after such heavy research and case study, I've found such a nice lady, who creates for me those badges for party on the 28th. And the designs she proposed were such beauty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316959848913213842" style="WIDTH: 83px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 77px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/Scmiz-d8mZI/AAAAAAAABmc/S7ZYCQ0MCJ4/s200/queen+badge.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/Scmizz4sv7I/AAAAAAAABmU/kWngQuwRRsE/s1600-h/taz+badge.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316959846072631218" style="WIDTH: 86px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 77px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/Scmizz4sv7I/AAAAAAAABmU/kWngQuwRRsE/s200/taz+badge.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/Scmizmvh-tI/AAAAAAAABmM/kqy7c0voVuQ/s1600-h/superman+badge.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316959842544515794" style="WIDTH: 90px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 77px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/Scmizmvh-tI/AAAAAAAABmM/kqy7c0voVuQ/s200/superman+badge.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;The theme of the party it's &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Childish Adultery&lt;/span&gt;. Hehehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35642847-2462378932740925388?l=bleeding-doll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleeding-doll.blogspot.com/feeds/2462378932740925388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35642847&amp;postID=2462378932740925388&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35642847/posts/default/2462378932740925388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35642847/posts/default/2462378932740925388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleeding-doll.blogspot.com/2009/03/been-looking-high-and-low-near-and-far.html' title=''/><author><name>Hear my bleeding heart shout.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/Scmiz-d8mZI/AAAAAAAABmc/S7ZYCQ0MCJ4/s72-c/queen+badge.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35642847.post-8866213449038517165</id><published>2009-03-22T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T23:59:00.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It always happens. I'm like fated to be stucked at Pract 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Booked for lesson today @ 1010. I'm suppose to give a wake up call to &lt;u&gt;Squadron&lt;/u&gt; at 0800, and myself to get ready. But somehow, I overslept, and &lt;u&gt;Squadron&lt;/u&gt; called me at 0920, and told me to get dressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took me just 20mins, and I waited for &lt;u&gt;Squadron&lt;/u&gt; to arrive at my place. But at 1005, I gave him a ring. He didn't answer, so my thot was that he was on his way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moments later, &lt;u&gt;Squadron&lt;/u&gt; rang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Oops I did it again."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;"Where are you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"I'm downstairs lah"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;"At my void?? Huh?!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, he was at my void since he called, and I could have made it if I were to just head down when I was dressed up at 0940.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So plan's cancelled. Head to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Bukit Panjang&lt;/span&gt; to continue his letters. Brunch at &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Mac's BPP&lt;/span&gt;. For the next 2hrs we head around and around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Clementi SSC&lt;/span&gt; for change, then all the wat to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Bugis Junction&lt;/span&gt;. Bought stuffs for the party on the 28th. Settled with a &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;mermaid&lt;/span&gt; pinata since the cake suits the theme. &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Party poppers&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;balloons&lt;/span&gt;, I still have to deco the pinata bat and fill the pinata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;PS&lt;/span&gt;, for &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Mall Cop&lt;/span&gt;, which was hilarious. Then we head back early. Hehehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35642847-8866213449038517165?l=bleeding-doll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleeding-doll.blogspot.com/feeds/8866213449038517165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35642847&amp;postID=8866213449038517165&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35642847/posts/default/8866213449038517165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35642847/posts/default/8866213449038517165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleeding-doll.blogspot.com/2009/03/it-always-happens.html' title=''/><author><name>Hear my bleeding heart shout.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35642847.post-1721614919094158926</id><published>2009-03-21T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T22:28:56.072-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Saturday was crazy. From work, I rushed to meet Fiz @ &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Tamp&lt;/span&gt; to head to Nurul's 21st bash. Together along with &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;EC&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;just Farhan missing&lt;/span&gt;, we celebrated her &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;21st&lt;/span&gt; bdae. That girl has turn 21, when I'm only &lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;20years and 3months and 5 days old&lt;/span&gt;. Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her cake was so adorable, and she settled for a theme which looks like a &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;kindergarten school&lt;/span&gt; with butterflies. I think the bratz image or barbie castle would be adorable too. My girly woman friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rushed to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Gombak&lt;/span&gt;, with half deciding to head to to meet &lt;u&gt;Squadron&lt;/u&gt; all the way there. Fetched me from Gombak, and accompained him send letters at &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Bukit Batok&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Head to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;JP&lt;/span&gt;, for &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;NTUC Xtra&lt;/span&gt;, and the new JP has soo many greeeeaat shops! Hehehe we bought 30cans of coke, just to get us a huge glassmade coke bottle which has a spanish straw hat to it. Detour his place to put some load off his &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;X1&lt;/span&gt;, sped back home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35642847-1721614919094158926?l=bleeding-doll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleeding-doll.blogspot.com/feeds/1721614919094158926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35642847&amp;postID=1721614919094158926&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35642847/posts/default/1721614919094158926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35642847/posts/default/1721614919094158926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleeding-doll.blogspot.com/2009/03/saturday-was-crazy.html' title=''/><author><name>Hear my bleeding heart shout.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35642847.post-3978352468857951031</id><published>2009-03-20T17:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T17:56:00.635-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Lil Miss Screwup.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No runs for the past three days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No wonder it's been so stagnant.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35642847-3978352468857951031?l=bleeding-doll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleeding-doll.blogspot.com/feeds/3978352468857951031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35642847&amp;postID=3978352468857951031&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35642847/posts/default/3978352468857951031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35642847/posts/default/3978352468857951031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleeding-doll.blogspot.com/2009/03/lil-miss-screwup.html' title=''/><author><name>Hear my bleeding heart shout.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35642847.post-9035162877970036095</id><published>2009-03-17T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T01:51:25.045-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Online ordered &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Pizza Hut&lt;/span&gt; for tonight's unplanned planned party. Rushed to &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Hanis&lt;/span&gt; @ &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;Eastpoint&lt;/span&gt;. Was rushed for time to look for sis's fav cheesecake. I settled with &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Chocolate Truffle&lt;/span&gt; after being tempted with &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Chocolate Souffle&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Banner to the list, rushed home. Pasted just a simple bdae banner, as a lil decoration to set the bdae mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Squadron&lt;/u&gt; came over, and we waited patiently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sis's arrival, had the mini party and feasted with simple dishes my mom managed at the last hour. Lil bit of movies, before us called it a night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally we had the bdae party. After it being postponed for four times. Hehehehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35642847-9035162877970036095?l=bleeding-doll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleeding-doll.blogspot.com/feeds/9035162877970036095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35642847&amp;postID=9035162877970036095&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35642847/posts/default/9035162877970036095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35642847/posts/default/9035162877970036095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleeding-doll.blogspot.com/2009/03/online-ordered-pizza-hut-for-tonights.html' title=''/><author><name>Hear my bleeding heart shout.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35642847.post-1290945951188075721</id><published>2009-03-16T08:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T08:54:00.729-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm one upset runner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;SUNDOWN MARATHON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;REGISTRATION IS CLOSED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been looking forward to run the 10km Women's Category, and now, it's closed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the last Ultra 84km Sundown, I have been inspired to join, but now it's CLOSED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Whyy??&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Whyy...??????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35642847-1290945951188075721?l=bleeding-doll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleeding-doll.blogspot.com/feeds/1290945951188075721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35642847&amp;postID=1290945951188075721&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35642847/posts/default/1290945951188075721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35642847/posts/default/1290945951188075721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleeding-doll.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-one-upset-runner.html' title=''/><author><name>Hear my bleeding heart shout.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35642847.post-860622590603132869</id><published>2009-03-15T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T23:18:59.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/Sb8-XhDHq7I/AAAAAAAABl0/RCOpyK2lz7w/s1600-h/SDC11286.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314034659049843634" style="WIDTH: 82px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 110px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/Sb8-XhDHq7I/AAAAAAAABl0/RCOpyK2lz7w/s200/SDC11286.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;From home, &lt;u&gt;Squadron&lt;/u&gt; fetched me to &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;SubUrban&lt;/span&gt;. The run it's today. Just a mere &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;5km&lt;/span&gt;, but it felt like I was running for 42km, or even an 84km.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/Sb8-Mn3CWxI/AAAAAAAABlM/YMKIHvvwbr4/s1600-h/jump.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314034471899650834" style="WIDTH: 184px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 146px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/Sb8-Mn3CWxI/AAAAAAAABlM/YMKIHvvwbr4/s200/jump.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;All geared up, with no breakfast we started running together with hundred over runners along &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Sengkang East Drive&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Punggol&lt;/span&gt;. It's been long since I jogged in the day. I prefer night training, the wind, atmosphere is much clam and soothing. It was a rough start, as I didn't have my &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;iPod&lt;/span&gt; as my companion. But &lt;u&gt;Squadron&lt;/u&gt; was there, so it compensate. A full 5km, non-stop running within &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;45:30&lt;/span&gt;. A lil slow, but I'm proud of my latest personal achivement. I'm progressing back to my fitness state (= I miss those times, where chasing each other was &lt;u&gt;Squadron&lt;/u&gt;'s and my favourite game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/Sb8-MuX4whI/AAAAAAAABlU/Xy73FTKB4ms/s1600-h/Muscircle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314034473648046610" style="WIDTH: 139px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 190px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/Sb8-MuX4whI/AAAAAAAABlU/Xy73FTKB4ms/s200/Muscircle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Joined in the fair, tried archery. Had chicken wings, then we head to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Bedok Sports Complex&lt;/span&gt; for a fresh bath and change. To &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;Siglap&lt;/span&gt; for a moment, then back to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;City Plaza&lt;/span&gt; for a foot massage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/Sb8-NYoNG4I/AAAAAAAABls/iXVwDTSWC6I/s1600-h/SDC11263.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314034484990778242" style="WIDTH: 102px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 72px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/Sb8-NYoNG4I/AAAAAAAABls/iXVwDTSWC6I/s200/SDC11263.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;Such painful experience, but a worthy gain. Hehehe and the lady sure knows my physical complications. The permanent damage from &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Judo&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was my first, and great experience. Even &lt;u&gt;Squadron&lt;/u&gt; couldn't stand the pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/Sb8-M-GRq7I/AAAAAAAABlc/63vIoZqkuYM/s1600-h/SDC11259.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314034477869149106" style="WIDTH: 81px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 111px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/Sb8-M-GRq7I/AAAAAAAABlc/63vIoZqkuYM/s200/SDC11259.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/Sb8-NMT72II/AAAAAAAABlk/QUi0P7M1RTA/s1600-h/SDC11261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314034481684535426" style="WIDTH: 81px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 111px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/Sb8-NMT72II/AAAAAAAABlk/QUi0P7M1RTA/s200/SDC11261.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;Head to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Kallang&lt;/span&gt; for some rest. Speed up to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;PS&lt;/span&gt;, shopped a lil, got my very own dumbells. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/Sb8-YXT-8sI/AAAAAAAABmE/eAK8nJ3H_jU/s1600-h/SDC11298.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314034673616089794" style="WIDTH: 112px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 82px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/Sb8-YXT-8sI/AAAAAAAABmE/eAK8nJ3H_jU/s200/SDC11298.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;Watched &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Coming Soon&lt;/span&gt;. Pretty freaky, but the story does not exactly was scary. A coincidentally, the cinema they showcast was cinema 3, the same cinema I was sitted in. Hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed back, full shag. But still, we're glad we completed the run. More training, time to get it serious. &lt;u&gt;Squadron&lt;/u&gt; will permit me for &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;21km&lt;/span&gt;, if he sees more progress (=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/Sb8-YFHLrWI/AAAAAAAABl8/mHDXb89ojuc/s1600-h/SDC11297.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314034668730559842" style="WIDTH: 108px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 84px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/Sb8-YFHLrWI/AAAAAAAABl8/mHDXb89ojuc/s200/SDC11297.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35642847-860622590603132869?l=bleeding-doll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleeding-doll.blogspot.com/feeds/860622590603132869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35642847&amp;postID=860622590603132869&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35642847/posts/default/860622590603132869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35642847/posts/default/860622590603132869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleeding-doll.blogspot.com/2009/03/from-home-squadron-fetched-me-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Hear my bleeding heart shout.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/Sb8-XhDHq7I/AAAAAAAABl0/RCOpyK2lz7w/s72-c/SDC11286.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35642847.post-1743176798759263091</id><published>2009-03-14T22:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T22:48:08.842-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally decide to clear few things off my wardrobe. But when I do, I find it hard to throw the pieces off my wardrobe. Bcause the things that I keep, are things that has a memo attached to it. Else, it wouldn't have be in my wardrobe in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I still have the &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;black&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; bass. I feel like throwing it away, smash it up, but then the poor bass has nothing to do with anything that took place. Such a good piece of music artefact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urgh, anyway, I really plan to get that corner wardrobe. Revamp the whole room once again. Make more space for workout and personal space. Since I can count the number of times I use the PC, I think I'll make less, but comfortable space for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then anyway, I'll sleep lil early, I'm super nervous for tomorrow's run. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I don't know whyy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35642847-1743176798759263091?l=bleeding-doll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleeding-doll.blogspot.com/feeds/1743176798759263091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35642847&amp;postID=1743176798759263091&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35642847/posts/default/1743176798759263091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35642847/posts/default/1743176798759263091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleeding-doll.blogspot.com/2009/03/finally-decide-to-clear-few-things-off.html' title=''/><author><name>Hear my bleeding heart shout.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35642847.post-310658598288184839</id><published>2009-03-10T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T19:17:00.075-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Red Jumpsuit Apparatus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is in town already! Hehehe I was physically at work, my mind was else where. &lt;u&gt;Squadron&lt;/u&gt; fetched me from work, after I changed we head to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;downtown east&lt;/span&gt;, after detour to &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Esso&lt;/span&gt;. While waiting for the band, the intro band was local scene. Pretty good, but we were left clueless. Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall rate the performance excellent, but the crowd, was a bore. The youths there were too cool to jump around I guess. Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We head to N2, supposedly for dinner, which we ended up having such heated conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;No doubt, I've change. But I myself, am not sure of why the change too place drastically, and effectively.&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/35642847-310658598288184839?l=bleeding-doll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleeding-doll.blogspot.com/feeds/310658598288184839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35642847&amp;postID=310658598288184839&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35642847/posts/default/310658598288184839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35642847/posts/default/310658598288184839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleeding-doll.blogspot.com/2009/03/red-jumpsuit-apparatus.html' title=''/><author><name>Hear my bleeding heart shout.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35642847.post-2053715162792045250</id><published>2009-03-08T21:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T18:56:40.558-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today my instincts were not good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met &lt;u&gt;Squadron&lt;/u&gt; in the evening. Had the &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;SubUrban&lt;/span&gt; race pack for collection @ &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;CP&lt;/span&gt;. We head to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Giant&lt;/span&gt; on detour, thinking to get myself another &lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;FBT&lt;/span&gt; slacks, until we saw the crowd, and the queue, we decide to forgo the plan. While we were shopping in &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;7-eleven&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;u&gt;Squadron&lt;/u&gt; receieved a call from his boss. It's a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SUNDAY&lt;/span&gt;! And &lt;u&gt;Squadron&lt;/u&gt; was required to report back to work. Some pipeline burst out, and the office was flooded. Hehehe, so no wonder I felt something was amiss today. Hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We rode to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;CP&lt;/span&gt;, collected our race packs, then had dinner/lunch with &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;YTF&lt;/span&gt;. The forever favourite food. Hehehe shopped around, then &lt;u&gt;Squadron&lt;/u&gt; sent me back. He just had to head back to office at 2100 on a Sunday. Sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35642847-2053715162792045250?l=bleeding-doll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleeding-doll.blogspot.com/feeds/2053715162792045250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35642847&amp;postID=2053715162792045250&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35642847/posts/default/2053715162792045250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35642847/posts/default/2053715162792045250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleeding-doll.blogspot.com/2009/03/today-my-instincts-were-not-good.html' title=''/><author><name>Hear my bleeding heart shout.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35642847.post-7729706211520082905</id><published>2009-03-07T23:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T18:50:19.031-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Squadron&lt;/u&gt; had his task to finish, I was on duty today. Rushed back home, since he request to meet at &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;1400&lt;/span&gt;. But unfortunately, it rained like crazy. Mad dogs! I was already full dressed, and he was just lazing at home, waiting for the rain to stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, at 1700, he came over, and we reach fid's place at 1800. And she just left to head to &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Arqam's side&lt;/span&gt;. So we had dinner at the reception, sat a moment, and we head to her place, catched a drama. Waited for her till &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;2100&lt;/span&gt;, and she was wearing the &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;indian suit&lt;/span&gt;, with Arqam. Hehehe so adorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched them took couple of pics, then Imran came. Leaving the newly weds at the reception, us four took the road and head to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;Simpang Bedok&lt;/span&gt; for Koke @ &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;Cash Studio&lt;/span&gt;. The room is CRAMPY! You can hardly fit three, imagine us four in that room. It looks just like my storeroom. Hahaha it was a good icebreaker, given that it's the first we're meeting Sheera's date, Imran. Hehehe dinner @ &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;Spize&lt;/span&gt;. Then we head our seperate ways.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35642847-7729706211520082905?l=bleeding-doll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleeding-doll.blogspot.com/feeds/7729706211520082905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35642847&amp;postID=7729706211520082905&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35642847/posts/default/7729706211520082905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35642847/posts/default/7729706211520082905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleeding-doll.blogspot.com/2009/03/squadron-had-his-task-to-finish-i-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Hear my bleeding heart shout.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35642847.post-791425930182892748</id><published>2009-03-06T23:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T18:43:36.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's Fid's solemnization today. Since &lt;u&gt;Squadron&lt;/u&gt; was unable to make it, I accompanied him to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;AMK&lt;/span&gt;, then he sent me to Fid's place, met Sheera there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my dear friend, is super gorgeous. Well, she has been the most beautiful one to me among us three. But I didn't know she loved &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;pink&lt;/span&gt; so much. Her room it's &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;pink&lt;/span&gt;, her outfit is &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;pink&lt;/span&gt;. Her reception deco is even &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;pink&lt;/span&gt;! Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alhamdulilah, the solemnization went smoothly. And Arqam managed to say his vow once, with full confidence. Hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So me and sheera, we sat at the reception, unsure of what we were waiting for. Till I received a call from &lt;u&gt;Squadron&lt;/u&gt;, and he's coming over. So we waited for him, like crazy. We were almost getting bored. Hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waited for them, till the newly weds were done with photoshoot. So we had dinner together. Walked to &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Fid's home&lt;/span&gt;, then she gave us the most precious, and heartening gift ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;CD&lt;/span&gt; creation of &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Broken Closet&lt;/span&gt;. Done solely by her, her effort. And we start to reminiscene, of our 4yrs of friendship. The &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;hardship&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;sadness&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;happiness&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;trouble&lt;/span&gt; we went through together. Tears were shed, as I know we will miss those times, and we are happy for her, she's found her soulmate, and we shall forever stand strong, BC.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35642847-791425930182892748?l=bleeding-doll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleeding-doll.blogspot.com/feeds/791425930182892748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35642847&amp;postID=791425930182892748&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35642847/posts/default/791425930182892748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35642847/posts/default/791425930182892748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleeding-doll.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-fids-solemnization-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Hear my bleeding heart shout.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35642847.post-1029724163010611281</id><published>2009-03-02T23:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T15:46:51.472-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Bedok&lt;/span&gt; for Vybes' shampoo, then &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Bugis&lt;/span&gt; for &lt;u&gt;Squadron&lt;/u&gt;. Did a lil round up check on clothes at &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;BHG&lt;/span&gt;. Dresses were beauty, but suits to be woren to work. Round about &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;BJ&lt;/span&gt; with &lt;u&gt;Squadron&lt;/u&gt;, then the street to look for my office pants, and upon destination, the shop is under construction. Sadly, that was the only shop my ass agreed to fit into, and the shop just had, to close down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked to the nearest party shops, and I found such a dream pinata. &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Pinata 21&lt;/span&gt;. Nyehahah but I think I shall get them a simple pinata, and prank with mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Planned to head back for dinner @ &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Tamp&lt;/span&gt;. But along &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;ECP&lt;/span&gt;, my head started pumping too hard, which took us 15mins at the shoulder. So we head back instead for dinner.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35642847-1029724163010611281?l=bleeding-doll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleeding-doll.blogspot.com/feeds/1029724163010611281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35642847&amp;postID=1029724163010611281&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35642847/posts/default/1029724163010611281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35642847/posts/default/1029724163010611281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleeding-doll.blogspot.com/2009/03/bedok-for-vybes-shampoo-then-bugis-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Hear my bleeding heart shout.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35642847.post-8067853288136591179</id><published>2009-03-01T22:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T15:39:55.930-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Morning Sunday, head to&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; Siti's&lt;/span&gt;, after meeting Ina @ &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Tamp Central&lt;/span&gt;. Discussed about the upcoming &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;March &lt;/span&gt;Bdae/Bbq plans for the March babies. Since we're turning&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt; 21&lt;/span&gt; this year, we decide to make a lil party between us 6.&lt;br /&gt;So we came up with:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;BBQ @ ECP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;GSwing @ Clarke Quay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;3. &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Bikini Cake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which I'm eargerly waiting for the day, and buy the items need one by one. I plan to surprise with a pinata, well, I shall see how it goes with the budget. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;EC's very first major party&lt;/span&gt; (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was such frustrating! Well, given the unjudgeable weather, &lt;u&gt;Squadron&lt;/u&gt; planned for an active Sunday. Roller blading near the costal. Well, unfortunately, when it rained @ &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Tamp&lt;/span&gt;, he was sleeping. When it stop raining @ &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Tamp&lt;/span&gt;, it rained crazily @ &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Boon Lay&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 1700, we he decide to finally leave, he recieved news about his sister's loss. Her sis was expecting second child, and unfortunately, miscarriage at three months. So he head to &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;KKH&lt;/span&gt; with his mom. Which I was suppose to join, but he told me to stay home since it was raining like crazily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. I've just did maintenance to my blades today, but under such unfavourable circustances, roller, you stay hanging a lil while longer kay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35642847-8067853288136591179?l=bleeding-doll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleeding-doll.blogspot.com/feeds/8067853288136591179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35642847&amp;postID=8067853288136591179&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35642847/posts/default/8067853288136591179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35642847/posts/default/8067853288136591179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleeding-doll.blogspot.com/2009/03/morning-sunday-head-to-sitis-after.html' title=''/><author><name>Hear my bleeding heart shout.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35642847.post-6510901436347435841</id><published>2009-02-28T23:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T07:48:05.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was raining, raining, and raining. The moment &lt;u&gt;Squadron&lt;/u&gt; plans to leave home, it rained. So I decide to wait for him at &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;CS&lt;/span&gt;, since we had to head there anyways. He came 30mins later. And we bought ourselves tickets to &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;RJA&lt;/span&gt;! Yay! For missing &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;All American Rejects&lt;/span&gt; yesterday, &lt;u&gt;Squadron&lt;/u&gt; owes me a concert, my kind. Pretty much excited, since &lt;u&gt;Squadron&lt;/u&gt; and me have agreed to try out our uncommon likings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/SbvDXDozXFI/AAAAAAAABk8/Z3X4FA0quX0/s1600-h/SDC10980.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313054986294484050" style="WIDTH: 103px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 76px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/SbvDXDozXFI/AAAAAAAABk8/Z3X4FA0quX0/s200/SDC10980.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/SbvDWfXnuuI/AAAAAAAABk0/RIfV-LG8Vko/s1600-h/SDC10982.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313054976558742242" style="WIDTH: 108px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 76px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/SbvDWfXnuuI/AAAAAAAABk0/RIfV-LG8Vko/s200/SDC10982.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;We bought &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;chocos&lt;/span&gt;, and four pair of shoes for me from &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Cotton On&lt;/span&gt;. I plan to get all colors if I can find storage. Hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/SbvDXDap5bI/AAAAAAAABlE/yoBjzEHE2yU/s1600-h/SDC10994.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313054986235143602" style="WIDTH: 115px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 90px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/SbvDXDap5bI/AAAAAAAABlE/yoBjzEHE2yU/s200/SDC10994.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;We planned to head to&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt; Cathay&lt;/span&gt; for late night movie. But along the road pass &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;ITE Simei&lt;/span&gt;, there was a trailer which toppled upon left turn. So we had to detour our route, and it rained again. Nyehaha, so we sat at the &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;bus stop&lt;/span&gt; for an hr, only then we decide to go under the rain to catch movie at &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;TM&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner at &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Mac's&lt;/span&gt;, movies with &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Marley &amp;amp; Me&lt;/span&gt;. Movie's pretty loveable. But one thing's for sure, caucasians care better for animals than asian do. Head back thereafter (=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35642847-6510901436347435841?l=bleeding-doll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleeding-doll.blogspot.com/feeds/6510901436347435841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35642847&amp;postID=6510901436347435841&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35642847/posts/default/6510901436347435841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35642847/posts/default/6510901436347435841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleeding-doll.blogspot.com/2009/02/it-was-raining-raining-and-raining.html' title=''/><author><name>Hear my bleeding heart shout.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/SbvDXDozXFI/AAAAAAAABk8/Z3X4FA0quX0/s72-c/SDC10980.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35642847.post-642472174336405692</id><published>2009-02-27T23:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T07:44:45.598-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;All American Rejects'&lt;/span&gt; today, so being a nice lover, &lt;u&gt;Squadron&lt;/u&gt; agreed to bring me to carpark@&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Zouk&lt;/span&gt; to witness the band. Since I end late, had dinner with Jun and Naz, afterwhich me and Naz walked from &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Bugis&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Suntec&lt;/span&gt;, since I was rushing for time, didnt exactly walked around &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;CityHall&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/SbvCV0nbrZI/AAAAAAAABks/Z-pws4LFktY/s1600-h/SDC10998.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313053865570708882" style="WIDTH: 92px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 113px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/SbvCV0nbrZI/AAAAAAAABks/Z-pws4LFktY/s200/SDC10998.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Train ride to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;Tiong Bahru&lt;/span&gt;, I reached at 2200. Show starts that timing, and &lt;u&gt;Squadron&lt;/u&gt; was still no where to be found. At 2225, he finally reached, we broommmed our way to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Zouk&lt;/span&gt;. Sadness, the moment we reached, people started leaving. So we left as well. And I just couldnt stop screaming while @ &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;AYE&lt;/span&gt; till &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tong Yi.&lt;/span&gt; Hehehe blame &lt;u&gt;Squadron&lt;/u&gt; for being late! Dinner at &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Tong Yi&lt;/span&gt;, then we head to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Mustafa&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we were looking for &lt;u&gt;Squadron&lt;/u&gt;'s shampoo. But when we were at the section, we came across, Nizam's elder. And then when I turned again, I saw Nizam. Nyehaha, both me and &lt;u&gt;Squadron&lt;/u&gt; lost concentration. I dont know why he panic, but he panic with me. Nyehaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still I managed to get heels for just &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;$7&lt;/span&gt;, which is surprisingly cheap and nice to think it comes from Mustafa centre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/SbvCU6B-OrI/AAAAAAAABkc/iEPJMv98GDg/s1600-h/SDC10995.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313053849844333234" style="WIDTH: 84px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 114px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/SbvCU6B-OrI/AAAAAAAABkc/iEPJMv98GDg/s200/SDC10995.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;A &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;calorie skipping rope&lt;/span&gt;, that counts your calorie on weight by skip/speed. Find it such fascinatin. Hehehe well, just wondering if it's accurate, but given that &lt;u&gt;Squadron&lt;/u&gt;, the ultermost fit old man &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(5years ago he really was),&lt;/span&gt; he said it's quite good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/SbvCVXU7gzI/AAAAAAAABkk/x3ko1B8WCJk/s1600-h/SDC10997.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313053857708475186" style="WIDTH: 80px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 110px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/SbvCVXU7gzI/AAAAAAAABkk/x3ko1B8WCJk/s200/SDC10997.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;With &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;VS Body mist&lt;/span&gt; and few others bought, we rode back home. After, we were trapped on a road block. Nyehahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35642847-642472174336405692?l=bleeding-doll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleeding-doll.blogspot.com/feeds/642472174336405692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35642847&amp;postID=642472174336405692&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35642847/posts/default/642472174336405692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35642847/posts/default/642472174336405692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleeding-doll.blogspot.com/2009/02/all-american-rejects-today-so-being.html' title=''/><author><name>Hear my bleeding heart shout.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/SbvCV0nbrZI/AAAAAAAABks/Z-pws4LFktY/s72-c/SDC10998.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35642847.post-2612002042410479587</id><published>2009-02-25T23:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T02:54:51.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>s I was soundly asleep since 2300, until I got woken up at 0100, due to terrible stomach pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woahh, just like that one time when I was out late with &lt;u&gt;Squadron&lt;/u&gt;, I had such terrible stomach pain out of a sudden, he gave me coke to release the gas, but it got worst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodness &lt;u&gt;Squadron&lt;/u&gt; was still awake that point of time. Stomach + back pain. Almost went to the hospi, but I resisted, and I know all they'll give me is pain killer and more injections.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After acidic throwup, I lay on my side and I the pain suddenly stopped, at 0230, after &lt;u&gt;Squadron&lt;/u&gt;'s last check on me, I feel asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Woah, one trouble sleep. I don't want my gastrics to come back again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35642847-2612002042410479587?l=bleeding-doll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleeding-doll.blogspot.com/feeds/2612002042410479587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35642847&amp;postID=2612002042410479587&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35642847/posts/default/2612002042410479587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35642847/posts/default/2612002042410479587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleeding-doll.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-was-soundly-asleep-since-2300-until-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Hear my bleeding heart shout.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35642847.post-3325293323002649770</id><published>2009-02-25T18:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T18:58:00.412-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Influx of emails flooded the support's mailbox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I came across such one cute reply from the user. After he request a reset for ID, I revert with a reply informing that his ID has been resetted. And he replied me, which was one email of 100over I did today, that made me smile. Hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Fredrikus R Weking" (xxx@dbs.com)02/25/2009 06:28 PM To (xxx/IBM@IBMSG) cc &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Subject RE: (#1095674)User ID (PTBBCES) is already signed on at MERVA system (URGENT) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Terimakasih, Shakilah. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Rgds,Freddy&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehehe I wish all users were like that. Hehehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35642847-3325293323002649770?l=bleeding-doll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleeding-doll.blogspot.com/feeds/3325293323002649770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35642847&amp;postID=3325293323002649770&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35642847/posts/default/3325293323002649770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35642847/posts/default/3325293323002649770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleeding-doll.blogspot.com/2009/02/influx-of-emails-flooded-supports.html' title=''/><author><name>Hear my bleeding heart shout.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35642847.post-4667496879425383759</id><published>2009-02-24T22:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T19:55:07.055-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Met Sheera after work today. She wanted to pass me the money for Fid's Hen dinner previously. So we met @ &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Tamp MRT&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of random,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Shark, where do you want to eat?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I dont know, you decide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Hmm, Simei?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;What for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Hehehe, you know, come come lets go!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so we train ride to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Simei.&lt;/span&gt; And her purpose, to bring me eat @ &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;18Chefs&lt;/span&gt;. Well, we by pass the restaurant, but I dont have th urge to go there. Like cold sweat. And I dont know why she was having such cold sweat too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After numerous turn around in &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;EastPoint&lt;/span&gt;, we stepped to &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;18Chefs &lt;/span&gt;for dinner. Looking at the menu, pasted on the table. Then one runner came towards us from the entrance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;Yes, can I take your order?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looked at Sheera, me and then Sheera. Then he said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;"I'll be back."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He went to the counter, he walked out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And surprise, my long lost forgotten history of past 2 years, Nizam. Well, out of such feeling of confusion, I told Sheera, we should simply walk out. And we did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We dinner with desserts nearby, aftershock of meetup. We sat and talked of all the possible cause of his reactions.&lt;br /&gt;Talked about our ex boyfriends, and boyfriends. And silly love things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I decide to deposit cash, which is just beside 18Chefs.&lt;br /&gt;And with Sheera's such curious mind, she wanted to just ask for Nizam and get him to talk to me.&lt;br /&gt;Well, thanks to her, he came out after we bypass the shop. He called for me, and we had a talk.&lt;br /&gt;But then, I know, it's weird talking to someone who you've last heard two years back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing's for sure, I know I didn't regret the decision I made two years ago, and I know, that I can never fall in back with you. You said you're going thru depression, did you even know the sufferings I faced along all with you, and did you know that I was under depression, caused loss of unhealthy weight, emotional and mental stress?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I know now, and I shall demolish the bass soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35642847-4667496879425383759?l=bleeding-doll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleeding-doll.blogspot.com/feeds/4667496879425383759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35642847&amp;postID=4667496879425383759&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35642847/posts/default/4667496879425383759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35642847/posts/default/4667496879425383759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleeding-doll.blogspot.com/2009/02/met-sheera-after-work-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Hear my bleeding heart shout.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35642847.post-2036036038112201780</id><published>2009-02-22T23:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T07:45:24.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/SbvBVNlRjQI/AAAAAAAABkU/IKOboQvfzTE/s1600-h/fugly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313052755581046018" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 78px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/SbvBVNlRjQI/AAAAAAAABkU/IKOboQvfzTE/s200/fugly.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;After we packed, we head to &lt;u&gt;Squadron&lt;/u&gt;'s &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,255,153)"&gt;place&lt;/span&gt; for change of clothing. Watched his mom cleared antique place off the cupboard which reminded me of what my grans love to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back my place, my dad told me I didn't have to be present at today's gathering, so &lt;u&gt;Squadron&lt;/u&gt; brought me out. To&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,204)"&gt; marina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"&gt;Popeye's&lt;/span&gt; on the lunch list @ &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(192,192,192)"&gt;Flyer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/SbvBUTBnOlI/AAAAAAAABj8/Ku4nrqiCPEQ/s1600-h/SDC10921.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313052739862215250" style="WIDTH: 87px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 114px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/SbvBUTBnOlI/AAAAAAAABj8/Ku4nrqiCPEQ/s200/SDC10921.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/SbvBU0Be0sI/AAAAAAAABkE/AWE0flRSMwM/s1600-h/SDC10926.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313052748720034498" style="WIDTH: 84px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 114px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/SbvBU0Be0sI/AAAAAAAABkE/AWE0flRSMwM/s200/SDC10926.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But while on our foot walk to &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,204,204)"&gt;Flyer&lt;/span&gt;, there was still &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,0)"&gt;OCBC&lt;/span&gt; the lap race going around the &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;F1&lt;/span&gt; track. Fascinating view, we stood there for 40mins to just watch the cyclist going rounds. Looking at their speed and endurance to go around the wet terrain with sand, such a beauty. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/SbvBTmAAQFI/AAAAAAAABj0/xPqpnGP6YGg/s1600-h/SDC10915.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313052727775871058" style="WIDTH: 92px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 121px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/SbvBTmAAQFI/AAAAAAAABj0/xPqpnGP6YGg/s200/SDC10915.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't wait to get one for my own, then me and &lt;u&gt;Squadron&lt;/u&gt; shall cycle the whole of SG weekly. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Nyehahah, after I fully recover that is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Popeye's to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,0)"&gt;Esplanade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Catched the local scene and the new band&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt; Firefight&lt;/span&gt;. Pretty awesome view, and esplanade made some sure changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/SbvBVKzHRbI/AAAAAAAABkM/6D1LwPji-Ww/s1600-h/SDC10952.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313052754833786290" style="WIDTH: 114px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 90px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/SbvBVKzHRbI/AAAAAAAABkM/6D1LwPji-Ww/s200/SDC10952.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"&gt;Marina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for movie's, &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,102)"&gt;He's Just Not That Into You&lt;/span&gt;. Which was hilarious, and pretty true. One note: &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Don't look for love, let love find you. Mysterious visits and surprises lighten you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35642847-2036036038112201780?l=bleeding-doll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleeding-doll.blogspot.com/feeds/2036036038112201780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35642847&amp;postID=2036036038112201780&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35642847/posts/default/2036036038112201780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35642847/posts/default/2036036038112201780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleeding-doll.blogspot.com/2009/02/after-we-packed-we-head-to-squadron-s.html' title=''/><author><name>Hear my bleeding heart shout.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/SbvBVNlRjQI/AAAAAAAABkU/IKOboQvfzTE/s72-c/fugly.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35642847.post-6688325634480054352</id><published>2009-02-21T23:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T22:54:01.325-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's a lil bit like cat and mouse with rain today. While on my way to &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;AMK&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;u&gt;Squadron&lt;/u&gt; decides to meet me at &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Tamp&lt;/span&gt; instead since I'm only 1/3 of the journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we head around the central, we rode to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Outram&lt;/span&gt; , in the plan to do good deed of blood donation, since my last rejection. While on &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;PIE&lt;/span&gt;, the rain starts pouring. And so we decide to stop on shoulder, till the rain stopped, we continued our journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just before the exit to &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;CTE&lt;/span&gt;, it just rain again. Hah, since it was too heavy, we stopped on shoulder again. It was like we were chasing for rain. And when the clouds were brighter, we decide to head on with the journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up toward CTE, before the first tunnel, it rained crazily. Hah, but this time, we decide to head further up. until after two tunnels, which resulted in drenched shirt and skirt, we decide to stop on shoulder right before the exit to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Outram&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wooah, I was just an arms length away from fast moving vehicles. Only after we decide for &lt;u&gt;Squadron&lt;/u&gt; to wear the poncho, which covers only him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon the destination, we found that &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;BB&lt;/span&gt; was too packed to even imagine, soo we forgo the plan and waited for the rain to shimmer down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;petrol kiosk&lt;/span&gt;, it rained crazily, which stopped moments later. The moment we head out, it rained again. Pit at the bus stop, &lt;u&gt;Squadron&lt;/u&gt; wore the poncho, and rode to &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;BIY&lt;/span&gt; @ &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;Bukit Timah&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;And amazingly, I was fascinated! It looks like the authentic british shop house and the moment i made entrance, my desire to just bake was overwhelming. Cake deco, fondant and edible markers. So now, I can start thinking of the cake deco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Head over to my place, but detour along the way to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Bedok Resrv&lt;/span&gt;, but couldn't find the baby fan. We rode to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;N2&lt;/span&gt;, bought the baby fan, and few others, then &lt;u&gt;Squadron&lt;/u&gt; waited patiently for me under my deck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pack my stuffs and we head to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ECP&lt;/span&gt;. The &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;OCBC Cycle&lt;/span&gt; was such a nicee race. For the first time, I see a real life bicycle race, sirens going off by escorts, and racers going as fast as &lt;em&gt;40km/h&lt;/em&gt;. That's like gear 2 in motorbike. Then I know, that every racer, has their own unique bike, accordingly to size, height and stamina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had dinner in styrofoam, and we gazed at the racers all night. Hah I was fascinated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35642847-6688325634480054352?l=bleeding-doll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleeding-doll.blogspot.com/feeds/6688325634480054352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35642847&amp;postID=6688325634480054352&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35642847/posts/default/6688325634480054352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35642847/posts/default/6688325634480054352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleeding-doll.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-lil-bit-like-cat-and-mouse-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Hear my bleeding heart shout.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35642847.post-4012289163576131391</id><published>2009-02-18T21:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T21:09:03.314-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>March is one of the months where I will be stressed up. No, not because it's the period where you pay for yearly bills like in Jan, but simply, I have too many birthdays to plan for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition, this year the EC turns 21, and we have 3 EC march babies, me, Siti and Farhan will be soo freaking stress to think of the gifts and the celebration. Bdae planners usually will be with my side kick Has and Nurul, but then it's their bdae, so I'm down to myself and Siti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah, well, let's just see what I'll manage in the end. Haiiiya, stresss!! And my sis's bdae is coming as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35642847-4012289163576131391?l=bleeding-doll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleeding-doll.blogspot.com/feeds/4012289163576131391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35642847&amp;postID=4012289163576131391&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35642847/posts/default/4012289163576131391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35642847/posts/default/4012289163576131391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleeding-doll.blogspot.com/2009/02/march-is-one-of-months-where-i-will-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Hear my bleeding heart shout.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35642847.post-3024194937612223038</id><published>2009-02-16T21:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T00:31:41.287-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, such a pleasant surprise. &lt;u&gt;Squadron&lt;/u&gt; did not have any letters today! So after donuts with Naz and Jun, &lt;u&gt;Squadron&lt;/u&gt; fetched me from &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;Expo&lt;/span&gt;. And while riding, he asked me such a pleasant question, I have been wanting to hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Mama, nak goo sushi?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;"Huh?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Skali je tanye. Nak go sushi? If next time, it's burn!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;"Ehh NAAAAKKKK!!!!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehehe even with the helmet and road noise, he said I caused partial impairement to his right ear. Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And soo we filled petrol, and head to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Downtown&lt;/span&gt;. Wahh, the moment I stepped in, I can feel such contentment. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/SZmWc7O9u2I/AAAAAAAABgU/TP-rTb1p1gc/s1600-h/SDC10880.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303435459886431074" style="WIDTH: 83px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 110px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/SZmWc7O9u2I/AAAAAAAABgU/TP-rTb1p1gc/s200/SDC10880.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The sushi were calling me, my name. And I ooorder &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Kakiage&lt;/span&gt;, fried veg in tempura with sweet sauce. And it was simply, &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;hhee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;aaavv&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;eeennn...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Ah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;hh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/SZmWc_50QjI/AAAAAAAABgc/A629UDJARuY/s1600-h/SDC10881.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303435461139907122" style="WIDTH: 109px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 78px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/SZmWc_50QjI/AAAAAAAABgc/A629UDJARuY/s200/SDC10881.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/SZmWcshn0qI/AAAAAAAABgM/gyE-IpLSK4Y/s1600-h/SDC10877.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303435455938155170" style="WIDTH: 117px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 78px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/SZmWcshn0qI/AAAAAAAABgM/gyE-IpLSK4Y/s200/SDC10877.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;esprit Raspberry&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;u&gt;Squadron&lt;/u&gt;'s &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;greentea&lt;/span&gt;, we had such a wiiide spread of sushi, confirm to fill me and to make my month till March. So March go again kay. Heehehehe &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/SZmWcQ7jzsI/AAAAAAAABgE/Ixa53PHM-kM/s1600-h/SDC10875.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303435448530751170" style="WIDTH: 84px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 111px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/SZmWcQ7jzsI/AAAAAAAABgE/Ixa53PHM-kM/s200/SDC10875.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/SZmWcMznuMI/AAAAAAAABf8/EmDl9PNHNuA/s1600-h/SDC10872.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303435447423711426" style="WIDTH: 88px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 111px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/SZmWcMznuMI/AAAAAAAABf8/EmDl9PNHNuA/s200/SDC10872.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35642847-3024194937612223038?l=bleeding-doll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleeding-doll.blogspot.com/feeds/3024194937612223038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35642847&amp;postID=3024194937612223038&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35642847/posts/default/3024194937612223038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35642847/posts/default/3024194937612223038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleeding-doll.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Hear my bleeding heart shout.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/SZmWc7O9u2I/AAAAAAAABgU/TP-rTb1p1gc/s72-c/SDC10880.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35642847.post-4743721418147314086</id><published>2009-02-15T23:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T00:20:20.956-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well today is the day that I have been waiting for the past two weeks. Whhy? Today it's &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;adventures day&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, one thing because I've planned a surprise for &lt;u&gt;Squadron&lt;/u&gt;. Except that I don't possess a licence yet, I can't bring him there, so he has to bring us there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fetched me from home, went to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Century&lt;/span&gt; to pickup the pre ordered a cake from Eatzi. Pretty mini cupcakes with letters made to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;'My Love'&lt;/span&gt; and a specialised message for &lt;u&gt;Squadron&lt;/u&gt;. Of course, I can make it myself, but since I always hand make, I decide to buy! Hehehe &lt;u&gt;Squadron&lt;/u&gt; got overexcited with the rose, I wonder why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/SZmYr4hMcvI/AAAAAAAABhk/OLSlpxlB7Ac/s1600-h/SDC10797.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303437915878879986" style="WIDTH: 97px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 122px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/SZmYr4hMcvI/AAAAAAAABhk/OLSlpxlB7Ac/s200/SDC10797.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/SZmYsY4GGYI/AAAAAAAABhs/8BlKTdt7AWo/s1600-h/SDC10800.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303437924564867458" style="WIDTH: 93px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 122px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/SZmYsY4GGYI/AAAAAAAABhs/8BlKTdt7AWo/s200/SDC10800.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With brunch at &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;MCD&lt;/span&gt; with DCB, we rode our journey to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Brizay Park&lt;/span&gt; @ &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Old Holland Road&lt;/span&gt;. Got lost among the bungalows, but we found our way thru.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment we saw the field &lt;u&gt;Squadron&lt;/u&gt; was half shouting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Ehh mama, is this my surprise???"&lt;br /&gt;"Ehh mama best nyeer!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehehe well, he saw the &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Zovb ball&lt;/span&gt; and guns, he must have already guessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/SZmYst4P8ZI/AAAAAAAABh0/_UhbZm_j36M/s1600-h/SDC10805.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303437930202657170" style="WIDTH: 87px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 116px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/SZmYst4P8ZI/AAAAAAAABh0/_UhbZm_j36M/s200/SDC10805.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/SZmZnaGvZBI/AAAAAAAABiE/Oka6AzpoCUY/s1600-h/SDC10806.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303438938507011090" style="WIDTH: 90px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 116px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/SZmZnaGvZBI/AAAAAAAABiE/Oka6AzpoCUY/s200/SDC10806.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/SZmZnv1ZXLI/AAAAAAAABiM/UkbUV_dJ4VQ/s1600-h/SDC10807.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303438944339844274" style="WIDTH: 90px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 114px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/SZmZnv1ZXLI/AAAAAAAABiM/UkbUV_dJ4VQ/s200/SDC10807.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started off with the &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Laser Clay Shooting&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laser Clay, not &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;combat shooting&lt;/span&gt;. Hehehe Laser Clay is where you shot the clay which will be thrown in air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/SZmZoK-Hy3I/AAAAAAAABiU/2YvjLSqYpOg/s1600-h/SDC10808.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303438951624199026" style="WIDTH: 120px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 96px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/SZmZoK-Hy3I/AAAAAAAABiU/2YvjLSqYpOg/s200/SDC10808.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/SZmZoY-mFYI/AAAAAAAABic/VPZVD4bdql8/s1600-h/SDC10809.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303438955384280450" style="WIDTH: 124px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 96px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/SZmZoY-mFYI/AAAAAAAABic/VPZVD4bdql8/s200/SDC10809.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Together with another malay couple, we shot over 20clays in total. The gun, is uber heavy. I bet I'll get muscle strain tomorrow! Hehehe nevertheless, I won &lt;u&gt;Squadron&lt;/u&gt; by &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;24 full points&lt;/span&gt; (= For 5times, I was the first shooter! Hehehe how awesome is that? Hehehe so &lt;u&gt;Squadron&lt;/u&gt;, dinner treat kayy. Hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/SZmYszdJ9GI/AAAAAAAABh8/qQ5uRrS-aKQ/s1600-h/SDC10803.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303437931699631202" style="WIDTH: 123px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 99px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/SZmYszdJ9GI/AAAAAAAABh8/qQ5uRrS-aKQ/s200/SDC10803.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the shooting, to the roll down of the &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Zovb&lt;/span&gt;. Looks can be very deceiving. How can a ball like that, get the fun out of you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/SZmZooXxHaI/AAAAAAAABik/wquAB2FNlBA/s1600-h/SDC10811.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303438959516392866" style="WIDTH: 122px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 104px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/SZmZooXxHaI/AAAAAAAABik/wquAB2FNlBA/s200/SDC10811.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, try having lunch before that, and you'll 100% be nausea. Hehehe the fast roll down from the slope, I think it went around &lt;em&gt;70km/h&lt;/em&gt;, maybe lah, bouncing ball with two stomach-fulled human in the ball caught us crazy. Hehehe in addition to that, after the roll down, we had to crawl up the slope just like &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;hamsters&lt;/span&gt;. I think I rolled in the ball couple of times because the ball was rolling too fast. Hehehe really felt like a hamster, and you have to be super fit to complete the task. Hehehe must sync with your partner, else like me, you roll in the ball when you should be crawling. Hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303439754242658738" style="WIDTH: 119px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 104px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/SZmaW49RkbI/AAAAAAAABis/76_mI8rvhps/s200/SDC10814.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such wonderful adventure. Hehehe, too tired to comment. Looking at &lt;u&gt;Squadron&lt;/u&gt;'s face. For the first time, I saw him being so afraid when the ball was bouncing with us in, and his shagged face. Hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From there, we rode to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Clementi &lt;/span&gt;to freshen up. At &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Clementi sports hall&lt;/span&gt;, we saw a very mini rock climbing wall. Hhehe, the strength is definately, nothing compared to the real 10stories high wall of course. Hehehe but still, we climbed the wall. Hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/SZmaXk7ezyI/AAAAAAAABi8/zBKF3ZxDNao/s1600-h/SDC10826.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303439766046297890" style="WIDTH: 87px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/SZmaXk7ezyI/AAAAAAAABi8/zBKF3ZxDNao/s200/SDC10826.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/SZmaXCVKdyI/AAAAAAAABi0/AzeQobXfn3A/s1600-h/SDC10820.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303439756758775586" style="WIDTH: 94px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 132px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/SZmaXCVKdyI/AAAAAAAABi0/AzeQobXfn3A/s200/SDC10820.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freshen up, and head around. Nothing much at the area, but there's Ramen and Sushi. Hehehe from there, to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Parkway&lt;/span&gt;, as we decide to buy a groundsheet and sugar for me to bring to work, so I can have hot tea every morning! Hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we head to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;ECP&lt;/span&gt;, as planned. Only we have night picnic, where people have picnic in the morning. Hehehe with &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;durian&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;evian&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;chips&lt;/span&gt; as our picnic food. And my dearest cupcakes were damaged due to the speed and wind that R6 of &lt;u&gt;Squadron&lt;/u&gt; caused. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Damn you bike.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/SZmaYTZq2kI/AAAAAAAABjM/4tXijLOn_AU/s1600-h/SDC10849.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303439778520947266" style="WIDTH: 120px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 92px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/SZmaYTZq2kI/AAAAAAAABjM/4tXijLOn_AU/s200/SDC10849.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/SZmaX7rk3RI/AAAAAAAABjE/G3M0mS94mZ8/s1600-h/SDC10843.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303439772153601298" style="WIDTH: 116px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 91px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/SZmaX7rk3RI/AAAAAAAABjE/G3M0mS94mZ8/s200/SDC10843.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended up not sleeping, and talking. The sea breeze was such perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303440576404268930" style="WIDTH: 89px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 128px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/SZmbGvv4J4I/AAAAAAAABjc/qot3-mLKKC8/s200/SDC10856.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/SZmbGXkLzOI/AAAAAAAABjU/8zirJd_7hrI/s1600-h/SDC10851.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303440569912773858" style="WIDTH: 94px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 128px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/SZmbGXkLzOI/AAAAAAAABjU/8zirJd_7hrI/s200/SDC10851.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Rounding at &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666600;"&gt;Kallang&lt;/span&gt;, before &lt;u&gt;Squadron&lt;/u&gt; decides to send me back home. Heheheh and when I reached home, I realised I've forgotten to pass him the card I got for him. Hoow silly. Still, he looked soo happy (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/SZmbG2bv4wI/AAAAAAAABjk/7rKT2XPuVq8/s1600-h/SDC10858.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303440578198889218" style="WIDTH: 101px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 132px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/SZmbG2bv4wI/AAAAAAAABjk/7rKT2XPuVq8/s200/SDC10858.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/SZmbHI05Y0I/AAAAAAAABjs/KEjtwl6F5-U/s1600-h/SDC10863.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303440583136207682" style="WIDTH: 91px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 132px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/SZmbHI05Y0I/AAAAAAAABjs/KEjtwl6F5-U/s200/SDC10863.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Glad you enjoyed the whole day. You deserve more, after soo much hardwork you've placed in, and the load you've always had to weigh. We shall still try the other activities. Thank Thomas from AdvenTours too&lt;/span&gt; (=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35642847-4743721418147314086?l=bleeding-doll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleeding-doll.blogspot.com/feeds/4743721418147314086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35642847&amp;postID=4743721418147314086&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35642847/posts/default/4743721418147314086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35642847/posts/default/4743721418147314086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleeding-doll.blogspot.com/2009/02/well-today-is-day-that-i-have-been.html' title=''/><author><name>Hear my bleeding heart shout.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/SZmYr4hMcvI/AAAAAAAABhk/OLSlpxlB7Ac/s72-c/SDC10797.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35642847.post-1236653498423784722</id><published>2009-02-14T23:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T00:22:02.882-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally on weekend shift after three months working here. Saturday, was alright. But I miss weekends in &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;EBD&lt;/span&gt;. Just simply, &lt;em&gt;cabot&lt;/em&gt;! Would head out for breakfast with &lt;u&gt;Squadron&lt;/u&gt; for couple of hours, shop and still have time to roam around. &lt;u&gt;Squadron&lt;/u&gt; will join me in the office, play LAN gaming and movie marathon. Hahaha awesome. I'll be sleeping for 12hrs, with zero calls, no email, no nothing. And the whole office to myself. I wish to have that project back again, but I know, I had the best colleagues and boss around.&lt;br /&gt;But nevertheless, still pretty alright here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From work, to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Bugis&lt;/span&gt; with Naz and Jun. After Jun left for dikir, me and Naz indulge in sushi. Well, it's &lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;cold storage&lt;/span&gt; sushi, sooo I still want &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Hei Sushi&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Clementi&lt;/span&gt; to meet &lt;u&gt;Squadron&lt;/u&gt;. Since he is suddenly available, so we decide to head back his place, changed and rode&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt; R6&lt;/span&gt; instead. Head to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Orchard&lt;/span&gt;. Was walking along &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Orchard &lt;/span&gt;road, and there were even flowers and balloons on sale by the streetwalk. It's kinda over-rated. Hehehe walked around &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Lucky Plaza&lt;/span&gt;. And &lt;u&gt;Squadron&lt;/u&gt; has the first try on the phillipine's famous milk-like delicacy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;"Ehh papa! This is a must try, really! How many to buy?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Err, just buy 1, papa share with mama kay"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;"Kay I buy three, kay you try abit."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when he tried abit, the whole delicacy became his. Well, he didn't even share the first one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/SZmXG6yuJ8I/AAAAAAAABgk/UBG6iudZnm4/s1600-h/SDC10775.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303436181322475458" style="WIDTH: 87px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 113px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/SZmXG6yuJ8I/AAAAAAAABgk/UBG6iudZnm4/s200/SDC10775.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/SZmXHX2cIoI/AAAAAAAABgs/2qFJlcMSeYE/s1600-h/SDC10778.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303436189122699906" style="WIDTH: 88px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 113px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/SZmXHX2cIoI/AAAAAAAABgs/2qFJlcMSeYE/s200/SDC10778.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Circus Arcade&lt;/span&gt;, and we were addicted to the ultermost boring game there. Not really boring tho, and we got ourselves plenty of token. Will save the token and collect till we find a gift worth to exchange for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/SZmXHiKLVUI/AAAAAAAABg0/oNM2P92mMtA/s1600-h/SDC10779.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303436191889839426" style="WIDTH: 92px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 117px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/SZmXHiKLVUI/AAAAAAAABg0/oNM2P92mMtA/s200/SDC10779.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked around the mall, and I got myself a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;red half top&lt;/span&gt; and a &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;classic top&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/SZmXXkplikI/AAAAAAAABhU/GMKG-lomayA/s1600-h/SDC10786.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303436467436358210" style="WIDTH: 103px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 84px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/SZmXXkplikI/AAAAAAAABhU/GMKG-lomayA/s200/SDC10786.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/SZmXW76GjJI/AAAAAAAABhM/J69q7idalCY/s1600-h/SDC10785.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303436456499776658" style="WIDTH: 110px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 86px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/SZmXW76GjJI/AAAAAAAABhM/J69q7idalCY/s200/SDC10785.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I'm still looking for the dress in vain, but it's either too long, or too rowdy. Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner over at &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Ojolali&lt;/span&gt;. Looks can be very deceiving. And woooah, it's not a regret for you to stay at &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Lucky Plaza&lt;/span&gt;, and wait for seats to eat at &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Ojolali&lt;/span&gt;. I had &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Ayam Panggang Ojolali&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303436197591319410" style="WIDTH: 120px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 94px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/SZmXH3ZhA3I/AAAAAAAABg8/PWA2zmIp610/s200/SDC10780.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;The taste is such heaveennn, eat it with both of the two chilli and it keeps your burning for more! To sooth down, the &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Soda Siok&lt;/span&gt; is such a good match. It's bandung with soda. Nice weird combi. Hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/SZmXIARc3UI/AAAAAAAABhE/WPfn4PTrDqQ/s1600-h/SDC10781.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303436199973412162" style="WIDTH: 122px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 94px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/SZmXIARc3UI/AAAAAAAABhE/WPfn4PTrDqQ/s200/SDC10781.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From orchard to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;ECP&lt;/span&gt;, our usual nice spot, this time under the trees. Planned to head home at 0200, but we slept too peacefully and at 0600, I was woken up. Hahaha both of us start to panic, and started to think of excuses to make to my mom. &lt;u&gt;Squadron&lt;/u&gt; was riding at 130km/hr on normal road, and lucky me, when I reached home, my mom isn't awake yet for dusk prayers. Hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a nice &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;cheap&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;thrill&lt;/span&gt;. Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Squadron&lt;/u&gt; you are such one understanding and patient soul I've met in my life. I'm sorry to have kept from you for couple of days. Thanks for understanding, how I'm actually feeling, but I tell you honestly, my heart and mind, has never thing of going back to the past. That guy, he just has hurt me soo much. Too much that till now, my heart is still hurting. I'm still thinking where did I went wrong, what did I do, for things to turn out that way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;But overall, you're my present, and my future. Whatever happened, happens for a reason. And I'm glad that reason was U.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35642847-1236653498423784722?l=bleeding-doll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleeding-doll.blogspot.com/feeds/1236653498423784722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35642847&amp;postID=1236653498423784722&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35642847/posts/default/1236653498423784722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35642847/posts/default/1236653498423784722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleeding-doll.blogspot.com/2009/02/finally-on-weekend-shift-after-three.html' title=''/><author><name>Hear my bleeding heart shout.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/SZmXG6yuJ8I/AAAAAAAABgk/UBG6iudZnm4/s72-c/SDC10775.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35642847.post-2021102368178245953</id><published>2009-02-13T23:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T23:11:46.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Both soo shag, both soo tempremental. Hehehe rather &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;mental headers&lt;/span&gt;. Hahaha well, &lt;u&gt;Squadron&lt;/u&gt; dropped by my place after send few letters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tho it's passed dinner, we head to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Downtown&lt;/span&gt;, for &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;DCB&lt;/span&gt;.  Well, we by pass &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Hei Sushi,&lt;/span&gt; and my cravings for &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Hei Sushi&lt;/span&gt;, has not yet been fulfilled, thanks to &lt;u&gt;Squadron&lt;/u&gt;. Everytime I want to eat sushi, he'll go, &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"Cannot tomorrow training", "Cannot tomorrow working", "See, shop is closed.".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall take my revenge, and when I go for sushi, you just see me eat kayy. Hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we bypass the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;caricature&lt;/span&gt; shop again and again. And everytime we bypass the shop, it's closed. Hahah and then we saww &lt;u&gt;Squadron&lt;/u&gt; caricature. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Heheheh wahh kenangan silamm ehh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Hahahaa we headed back thereafter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we shall get a caricature too lah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35642847-2021102368178245953?l=bleeding-doll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleeding-doll.blogspot.com/feeds/2021102368178245953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35642847&amp;postID=2021102368178245953&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35642847/posts/default/2021102368178245953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35642847/posts/default/2021102368178245953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleeding-doll.blogspot.com/2009/02/both-soo-shag-both-soo-tempremental.html' title=''/><author><name>Hear my bleeding heart shout.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35642847.post-6669776944381210539</id><published>2009-02-13T19:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T19:15:00.478-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Now when I think about yesterday, it hurts. Now I think about seeing you last night, it hurts. I picture you as a face with thorns. I dont know, but I'm sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35642847-6669776944381210539?l=bleeding-doll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleeding-doll.blogspot.com/feeds/6669776944381210539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35642847&amp;postID=6669776944381210539&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35642847/posts/default/6669776944381210539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35642847/posts/default/6669776944381210539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleeding-doll.blogspot.com/2009/02/now-when-i-think-about-yesterday-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Hear my bleeding heart shout.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35642847.post-8505621691541280121</id><published>2009-02-12T23:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T22:20:31.102-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;This whole one week has been such a draggg. With the late shift, it feel like I'm such workaholic. Hahaha &lt;u&gt;Squadron&lt;/u&gt; dropped by my place for a visit. Seems that he has plenty of letters to send, but he missed me, so he dropped by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had ice cream from &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;7-11&lt;/span&gt;. And the every lazy, but innovative and the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;NO-PROBLEM&lt;/span&gt; attitude, &lt;u&gt;Squadron&lt;/u&gt; innovate a new spoon to eat ice cream. Bend the cover to two, and scoop it up. Only that you'll be &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;vacumming&lt;/span&gt; the ice cream in. Hahahaha look at his such motivation and creativeness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/SZkFJ0QI3pI/AAAAAAAABf0/uMnYU_MNzKc/s1600-h/DSC00384.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303275702408765074" style="WIDTH: 94px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/SZkFJ0QI3pI/AAAAAAAABf0/uMnYU_MNzKc/s200/DSC00384.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/SZkFJzZINnI/AAAAAAAABfs/Kmqm0PbK_bE/s1600-h/DSC00383.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303275702178035314" style="WIDTH: 92px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/SZkFJzZINnI/AAAAAAAABfs/Kmqm0PbK_bE/s200/DSC00383.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35642847-8505621691541280121?l=bleeding-doll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleeding-doll.blogspot.com/feeds/8505621691541280121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35642847&amp;postID=8505621691541280121&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35642847/posts/default/8505621691541280121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35642847/posts/default/8505621691541280121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleeding-doll.blogspot.com/2009/02/this-whole-one-week-has-been-such.html' title=''/><author><name>Hear my bleeding heart shout.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/SZkFJ0QI3pI/AAAAAAAABf0/uMnYU_MNzKc/s72-c/DSC00384.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35642847.post-513188556309769190</id><published>2009-02-12T21:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T03:14:47.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My sudden urge to get &lt;u&gt;Squadron&lt;/u&gt; the card I saw at &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;East Point&lt;/span&gt;, and my half hearted plans to head to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;AMK&lt;/span&gt; after long hour work. So I walked around in &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;East Point&lt;/span&gt;, gotten myself a sushi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was buying sushi, nana called.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Kila where are you?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;"At Simei"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Alah, I want to buy hello card, I only got $20 in my bank. Cant withdraw"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;"Hmm"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Transfer me some money can?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;"OK"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I diligently walked towards the &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;POSB&lt;/span&gt;. And to the POSB, you will have to bypass &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;18Chefs Restaurant&lt;/span&gt;. And when I was walking, I saw an unexpected person, at the most unexpected time. Nizam. Well, I think it was him, coz the hair, the movement, the walk and the side profile fits him perfectly. Well, yes it's been two years since last contact, but I don't forget people that easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost shouted for his name, but I felt like there was a sudden fur ball. So I just did transfer, and walked back bypass the restaurant. But didn't see him again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I goot so misdirected later till home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I've been wanting to return the bass to you Nizam, that's why I contacted you back. No, I've no intention to ruin you doing fine now, but I need to pass you back, what's originally not mine.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35642847-513188556309769190?l=bleeding-doll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleeding-doll.blogspot.com/feeds/513188556309769190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35642847&amp;postID=513188556309769190&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35642847/posts/default/513188556309769190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35642847/posts/default/513188556309769190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleeding-doll.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-sudden-urge-to-get-squadron-card-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Hear my bleeding heart shout.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35642847.post-6205489025051101771</id><published>2009-02-11T09:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T09:46:00.958-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Event Info&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Host: &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/Coldplay/15253175252"&gt;Coldplay&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Time and Place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Date: Monday, March 23, 2009&lt;br /&gt;Time:7:00pm - 11:00pm&lt;br /&gt;Location:Singapore Indoor Stadium&lt;br /&gt;City/Town:Singapore, Singapore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Description&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;On sale Monday 16th Feb from &lt;a href="http://www.sistic.com.sg/"&gt;www.sistic.com.sg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Event Info&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Host: Red Jumpsuit Apparatus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Time and Place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Date:Tuesday, March 10, 2009&lt;br /&gt;Time:8:00pm - 11:00pm&lt;br /&gt;Location:D'Marquee @ Downtown East&lt;br /&gt;City/Town:Singapore, Singapore&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Description:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;On sale. &lt;a href="http://www.tdc.sg/"&gt;http://www.tdc.sg/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouhh yess!! Red Jumpsuit and Coldplay are coming! Coming Coming Commmiinngg!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35642847-6205489025051101771?l=bleeding-doll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleeding-doll.blogspot.com/feeds/6205489025051101771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35642847&amp;postID=6205489025051101771&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35642847/posts/default/6205489025051101771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35642847/posts/default/6205489025051101771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleeding-doll.blogspot.com/2009/02/event-info-host-coldplay-time-and-place.html' title=''/><author><name>Hear my bleeding heart shout.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35642847.post-2896763578664040514</id><published>2009-02-09T12:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T12:00:00.555-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Hi Shakilah,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is to confirm your booking on 15 Feb, 4pm for 2 adults. You have booked a session consisting of ZOVB &amp;amp; Laser Clay Valentine's Special (One roll-down each in the ZOVB ball, 25 clays each for Laser Clay Shooting, a complimentary &amp;amp; exclusive Valentine's gift pack).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll see you at the big field along OLD HOLLAND ROAD. We will be at the junction of Brizay Park. There will be a small canopy tent with a ZOVB banner. It should be pretty easy to locate us. The total cost for your booking will be $99 nett. We have already received your deposit of $50 and hence you can pay the balance of $49 on that day via cash or cheque.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please not that if you cancel the booking within 48 hrs, there will be a minimum charge of $50 for the labour and logistics catered for that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel free to contact me for further queries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you on 15th…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Thomas Seguy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;advenTOUR Singapore Pte Ltd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yayness! Can't wait to give the surprise to &lt;u&gt;Squadron&lt;/u&gt; this Feb15! He'll be soo elated (=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35642847-2896763578664040514?l=bleeding-doll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleeding-doll.blogspot.com/feeds/2896763578664040514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35642847&amp;postID=2896763578664040514&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35642847/posts/default/2896763578664040514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35642847/posts/default/2896763578664040514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleeding-doll.blogspot.com/2009/02/hi-shakilah-this-is-to-confirm-your.html' title=''/><author><name>Hear my bleeding heart shout.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35642847.post-521436653681953286</id><published>2009-02-08T13:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T20:58:28.844-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Breakfast with &lt;u&gt;Squadron&lt;/u&gt; today was &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;cr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;az&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;. Well, while eating at &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Mr Teh Tarik&lt;/span&gt; last night, we found a shop just opposite which sells beancurd and Yuo Tio. So, us being such big fans of those, pledge to try every beancurd we come across. But unfortunately our journey from &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Tampines&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Yishun&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Boon Lay&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Tampines&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Yishun&lt;/span&gt; for &lt;u&gt;Squadron&lt;/u&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; was a disappointment. The shop closed! Hahaha mayb it's not open on Sunday? But then, &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;ur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;rgg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#666666;"&gt;hh!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we rode back, and randomly pick &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;YTF&lt;/span&gt; at &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;CompassP&lt;/span&gt;. The soup is so refreshing! And for those Yong Tau Fu lovers like us, I recommend you the one at &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Banquet Compass Point&lt;/span&gt;. Since day one till today, back then was when I was in &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;NYP&lt;/span&gt;, the standard has never change, only the price. That's our another makan feast. We have also pledge to try every YTF we come across, so far, none is the best. Have yet to try the one at Kembangan, the shop which sells just YTF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, &lt;u&gt;Squadron&lt;/u&gt; sent me to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Century&lt;/span&gt;, while he goes on his journey to work. Walked around, and settled for the half top from &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BHG&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I hate China people. One piece of advise, if you come to foreign land to work, please know your roots. Yes, you may be rich, with SG currency as salary to bring home to your mainland, but you are just a foreigner. If you are soo good, why leave your mainland? You should have been such valuable asset to your citizens! You come here, and jeopardise our good reputation, lucky I'm a local that you provided such bad sales assistance. If I was some tourist, I'll go back home, thinking SG has such bad service!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I still got my half top, then I head home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35642847-521436653681953286?l=bleeding-doll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleeding-doll.blogspot.com/feeds/521436653681953286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35642847&amp;postID=521436653681953286&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35642847/posts/default/521436653681953286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35642847/posts/default/521436653681953286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleeding-doll.blogspot.com/2009/02/breakfast-with-squadron-today-was-cr-az.html' title=''/><author><name>Hear my bleeding heart shout.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35642847.post-1309283934691923518</id><published>2009-02-07T23:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T20:41:00.205-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Was suppose to be heading to &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;CDC&lt;/span&gt; for my &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;pract 3&lt;/span&gt;. But somehow, I was super shagged, when &lt;u&gt;Squadron&lt;/u&gt; came over to my place, judging by my look and looking at the time, &lt;u&gt;Squadron&lt;/u&gt; banned me from pract 3 today. So he head on with his work, while I slack at home a lil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Packed my stuffs for the run today. &lt;u&gt;Squadron&lt;/u&gt; fetched me over again, and we rode to the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;Zoo&lt;/span&gt;. There were couple of participants, and I like to look at athletes in their running gear and their faces while they run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After our photo shot for our pre-ordered cert, we joined in the run. There were &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;elite runners&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;runners&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;fun run&lt;/span&gt;. Since we missed the runners category, we joined the fun run. And boy! There was karma. The slopes and terrain at Safari were challenging. And yes I agree &lt;u&gt;Squadron&lt;/u&gt;, me not enough training. I was pumping too hard. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Hehehe kay lah I'll place higher level of commitment to training kay &lt;u&gt;Squadron&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I still managed to sprint for the last 1km. Which then, gave me side effects. Hehehe given that my ankle was proned to sprains, the nerve on my feet got entangled so I ended up limping. Thanks to my private &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;PT&lt;/span&gt; cum &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;masseuse&lt;/span&gt;. I was healing perfectly. Hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joined in the lucky draw dip with Ash and Nad. Well, the lucky fella won himself a &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;42inch plasma&lt;/span&gt; from Panasonic. Other than the few gifts, many people were crossing their fingers, toes and hoping lady luck to be on their side. Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Yishun &lt;/span&gt;stadium to get our wash. We head to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Yishun Central&lt;/span&gt; as &lt;u&gt;Squadron&lt;/u&gt; wanted so much for me to try a western stall there. But unfortunately, the stall no longer exist. To &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Khatib&lt;/span&gt; MRT for &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Cold Storage&lt;/span&gt;, got myself a healing patch, and &lt;u&gt;Squadron&lt;/u&gt; some durians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Mr Teh Tarik&lt;/span&gt; along Yishun for &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Fish &amp;amp; Chips&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Spring Chicken&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Thai Fried Noodle&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made our journey to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;ECP&lt;/span&gt;, joined the fishermen fishing. And we fell asleep on the stone table, gazing at the stars, watching the aeroplanes go above us. My favourite way to spend time with &lt;u&gt;Squadron&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35642847-1309283934691923518?l=bleeding-doll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleeding-doll.blogspot.com/feeds/1309283934691923518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35642847&amp;postID=1309283934691923518&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35642847/posts/default/1309283934691923518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35642847/posts/default/1309283934691923518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleeding-doll.blogspot.com/2009/02/was-suppose-to-be-heading-to-cdc-for-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Hear my bleeding heart shout.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35642847.post-6618615922044086048</id><published>2009-02-06T23:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T18:26:49.225-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt; Head back home after work since it was raining at &lt;u&gt;Squadron&lt;/u&gt;'s area. So decide to change before heading to the &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;northeast&lt;/span&gt;. While on the bus to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;tamp central&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;u&gt;Squadron&lt;/u&gt; told me to wait for him at the &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;library&lt;/span&gt;. So I tour around the area, nothing much, but missing the time when I used to study til late in that library. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And that same library, was the venue where I first met &lt;u&gt;Squadron&lt;/u&gt; about two years ago. I remember, he was late, and was wearing &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt;. I thot he looked a lil fatter for real, and he looked old, not so old, but older than me. Hehehe&lt;br /&gt;I'll perfectly remember that he was riding in that &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Mr Yellow CBR&lt;/span&gt;, and he wanted to wear for me the helmet, but I rejected and wore it on my own. Hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, from there, we head to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;Commonwealth&lt;/span&gt;, since &lt;u&gt;Squadron&lt;/u&gt; has to meet his colleague for a moment to pass him work info. Rode to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Hougang&lt;/span&gt;, with Sheera, completed the remaining touch up for Fid's Mr&amp;amp;Mrs Arqam gift. Well, the result was a great turn out. Feel sooo glad that our random ideas worked. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/SZDlRJB9qPI/AAAAAAAABfk/qWoCO-bMeR0/s1600-h/DSC00372.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300988844059764978" style="WIDTH: 151px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 106px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/SZDlRJB9qPI/AAAAAAAABfk/qWoCO-bMeR0/s200/DSC00372.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/SZDlRO47CuI/AAAAAAAABfc/_QfILKTu-Cg/s1600-h/DSC00369.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300988845632457442" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 106px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/SZDlRO47CuI/AAAAAAAABfc/_QfILKTu-Cg/s200/DSC00369.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My 4th success personalised gift (= I think there were more, if you really count it but heck. Hahsha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Head home thereafter since &lt;u&gt;Squadron&lt;/u&gt;'s working the next day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35642847-6618615922044086048?l=bleeding-doll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleeding-doll.blogspot.com/feeds/6618615922044086048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35642847&amp;postID=6618615922044086048&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35642847/posts/default/6618615922044086048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35642847/posts/default/6618615922044086048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleeding-doll.blogspot.com/2009/02/head-back-home-after-work-since-it-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Hear my bleeding heart shout.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/SZDlRJB9qPI/AAAAAAAABfk/qWoCO-bMeR0/s72-c/DSC00372.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35642847.post-8701935464397184724</id><published>2009-02-05T23:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T21:32:54.424-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was random. Woke up to a text from Nurul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"Girl, today you free?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;"Yup, ehh I thot you school?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"Yup but end early lah"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;"What time?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"1130, nak go out?"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I met her at &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;White Sands&lt;/span&gt;, and apparently, the &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Delifrance&lt;/span&gt; there closed. Since she just had sushi, we forgo &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Hei Sushi&lt;/span&gt;, and decide to head to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;T1&lt;/span&gt; for Delifrance. In our train ride there, we randomly decide to head to &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Secret Recipe&lt;/span&gt; at &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;T3&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/SY-7NO5OM1I/AAAAAAAABe0/h3U3z1LChAU/s1600-h/DSC00368.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300661122449158994" style="WIDTH: 95px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 127px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/SY-7NO5OM1I/AAAAAAAABe0/h3U3z1LChAU/s200/DSC00368.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/SY-7NDEwxGI/AAAAAAAABes/L1q5XmNfwA0/s1600-h/DSC00365.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300661119276336226" style="WIDTH: 103px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 127px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/SY-7NDEwxGI/AAAAAAAABes/L1q5XmNfwA0/s200/DSC00365.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch feast there. To me, it was such a disappointment. Had the grilled chicken in BBQ sauce. The BBQ sauce was more of chilli sauce rather than what I was looking for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bus ride to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;Century Sq&lt;/span&gt;, bought mug for Kak Zie's bdae dinner tonight. Collected yesterday's forgotten gift, then cab back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Changed and with mom, dad, nana and the two Monsters, we head to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;JE&lt;/span&gt;, for seafood. And the moment Danish &amp;amp; Darwisy saw &lt;u&gt;Squadron&lt;/u&gt;, they kept clinging to him like he's some puppet. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Hehehe I think Darwisy like you alot &lt;u&gt;Squadron&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a wide spread of seafood,and cake cutting session, we went seperate ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With &lt;u&gt;Squadron&lt;/u&gt;, we head to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;M'sia&lt;/span&gt; for a while. And finally with the new helmet, we tested out at speed of 160km/hr. My helmet's a haywire. I can loudly hear a buzz when it goes against the speed. Ride back home was freezing. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35642847-8701935464397184724?l=bleeding-doll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleeding-doll.blogspot.com/feeds/8701935464397184724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35642847&amp;postID=8701935464397184724&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35642847/posts/default/8701935464397184724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35642847/posts/default/8701935464397184724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleeding-doll.blogspot.com/2009/02/today-was-random.html' title=''/><author><name>Hear my bleeding heart shout.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/SY-7NO5OM1I/AAAAAAAABe0/h3U3z1LChAU/s72-c/DSC00368.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35642847.post-9051592018622383104</id><published>2009-02-04T22:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T20:38:42.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wahhh wednesday wakeup, fuyooo back pain. Confirm plus chopp! Had such difficulty sleeping last night, till &lt;u&gt;Squadron&lt;/u&gt; stayed with me on the phone till I dozed off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the doc's in the morning. Nothing else, buuut muscle relaxer. Well, wasn't much of help, so I forgo the medication. And I decide to head to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;POSB Tampines Central&lt;/span&gt;. Made cash order for the event I booked as a surprise for &lt;u&gt;Squadron&lt;/u&gt; this &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Feb 15&lt;/span&gt;. With mom, and sisters plus Danish, we head to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Century Sq&lt;/span&gt;, bought couple of gifts for this weekend's bdae bash @ ECP Chalet. While we engaged the staff to gift wrap for us, we had lunch at &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;QiJi&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since it was nearing 1600, had to rush back to fetch Darwisy from school. Only when we reached home, we remembered about our forgotten gifts @ &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Kiddy Palace&lt;/span&gt;. Hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sent sis with her two sons back. Chilled at her place a moment, before rushing back to catch &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;MAT&lt;/span&gt; on &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Suria&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;u&gt;Squadron&lt;/u&gt;'s beloved Abg Khalid was casted on TV, as he was part of a team that organises expedition overseas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No run today, back pain comes again. Hate it lah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35642847-9051592018622383104?l=bleeding-doll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleeding-doll.blogspot.com/feeds/9051592018622383104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35642847&amp;postID=9051592018622383104&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35642847/posts/default/9051592018622383104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35642847/posts/default/9051592018622383104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleeding-doll.blogspot.com/2009/02/wahhh-wednesday-wakeup-fuyooo-back-pain.html' title=''/><author><name>Hear my bleeding heart shout.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35642847.post-2217896801436070573</id><published>2009-02-03T23:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T01:07:20.843-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Soo I was pretty elated with &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Prodigy&lt;/span&gt;. Hehehe from work, rush back, changed and then we road to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Fort Canning&lt;/span&gt;. Dol, Lin and Nick plus us two. Was not much feeling the excitement, till the Dj starts blasting music. We waited for 90mins for their arrival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And upon their arrival, wooah, the songs were &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;AWESOME&lt;/span&gt;! Off the seven songs they played within 60mins, I only remember one, '&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Outerspace&lt;/span&gt;'. Lotsa jumping, a lil moshing, and head banging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I jumped 20% higher than I usually can on my own, thanks to &lt;u&gt;Squadron&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Awesome workout, and I regretted wearing jeans. Should stick to 3/4 and shirt, would be much greater outfit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hearing them 'live' was much better than the CD. I dozed of listening from that compact disc. Hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner with Dol at &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Mac's Bras Basah&lt;/span&gt;, before we pump in petrol and head back. And now I think I can sense my back is aching! Urrgghh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35642847-2217896801436070573?l=bleeding-doll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleeding-doll.blogspot.com/feeds/2217896801436070573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35642847&amp;postID=2217896801436070573&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35642847/posts/default/2217896801436070573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35642847/posts/default/2217896801436070573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleeding-doll.blogspot.com/2009/02/soo-i-was-pretty-elated-with-prodigy.html' title=''/><author><name>Hear my bleeding heart shout.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35642847.post-3316575669669958250</id><published>2009-02-02T22:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T00:38:22.811-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went for my routined jogging today, with the new &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Nike Sport Flight&lt;/span&gt;. I aint no fan of Nike, still, the earpiece was awesome. &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/SYv2NjfEQxI/AAAAAAAABeU/jMfgJ2GMVyQ/s1600-h/nikeflight.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299600099255796498" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/SYv2NjfEQxI/AAAAAAAABeU/jMfgJ2GMVyQ/s200/nikeflight.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's lightweight, but advise to wear it over the ear as it may drop when you run in speed. Attached to my iPod, clip to my running shorts, and I was set to go. Hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I must plan new route already. I'm getting lovehate feeling with the usual &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Bedok Reservoir&lt;/span&gt; route / round the &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;school&lt;/span&gt;/ &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;neighbourhood&lt;/span&gt; park. And the best route was with &lt;u&gt;Squadron&lt;/u&gt;, where we jogged at a deserted place, and ended up sprinting like heelll coz we had unwelcome company. Hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel like hiring a PT. But the most trustworthy souls to be my PT would be &lt;u&gt;Squadron&lt;/u&gt;, Dol and Amly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/SYv2NoGUNwI/AAAAAAAABec/RSmXFZX-x8w/s1600-h/sundown.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299600100494161666" style="WIDTH: 139px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 102px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/SYv2NoGUNwI/AAAAAAAABec/RSmXFZX-x8w/s200/sundown.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmm.. Hehehe wait lah I become a great runner. Hehehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35642847-3316575669669958250?l=bleeding-doll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleeding-doll.blogspot.com/feeds/3316575669669958250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35642847&amp;postID=3316575669669958250&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35642847/posts/default/3316575669669958250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35642847/posts/default/3316575669669958250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleeding-doll.blogspot.com/2009/02/went-for-my-routined-jogging-today-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Hear my bleeding heart shout.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/SYv2NjfEQxI/AAAAAAAABeU/jMfgJ2GMVyQ/s72-c/nikeflight.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35642847.post-7881867259996156605</id><published>2009-02-01T23:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T23:03:09.157-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Was suppose to donate blood today, since I got rejected last year due to my iron level. Donate blood then head to &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Suntec&lt;/span&gt; for Adidas boutique, &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;YTF&lt;/span&gt; at Compass and then picnic at &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;ECP&lt;/span&gt;. Butt then, &lt;u&gt;Squadron&lt;/u&gt; woke up late. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i rang house his mom told me&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"Hisham kan, dia kalau Shakilah tak kejut, dia tak bangun nyer. Nanti Cik kejut dia."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehehe well, he finally woke up, so we changed plan. To &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;IMM&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Adidas&lt;/span&gt; since that store is the only store which has items to &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;30%&lt;/span&gt; off. Found out from Sarah, the friendly staff that the items are actually clearing for stock. So, sizes, stocks are limited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/SY_VEWPfN-I/AAAAAAAABfU/trCyLBSOCd8/s1600-h/DSC00350.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300689557105096674" style="WIDTH: 99px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/SY_VEWPfN-I/AAAAAAAABfU/trCyLBSOCd8/s200/DSC00350.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Daiso&lt;/span&gt; for a visit, &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Giant&lt;/span&gt; for ice cream and sushi, we headed out. Well, time spent were good. And I still want &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Hei Sushi&lt;/span&gt; kay &lt;u&gt;Squadron&lt;/u&gt;. Nothing beats the utermost yummiest halal sushi ever! Wahahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35642847-7881867259996156605?l=bleeding-doll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleeding-doll.blogspot.com/feeds/7881867259996156605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35642847&amp;postID=7881867259996156605&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35642847/posts/default/7881867259996156605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35642847/posts/default/7881867259996156605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleeding-doll.blogspot.com/2009/02/was-suppose-to-donate-blood-today-since.html' title=''/><author><name>Hear my bleeding heart shout.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/SY_VEWPfN-I/AAAAAAAABfU/trCyLBSOCd8/s72-c/DSC00350.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35642847.post-8058116909868208980</id><published>2009-01-31T23:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T19:57:12.209-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sheera and me decides to meetup and continue with the wedding gift for Fid. So we met at Bugis, head to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;Art Friend&lt;/span&gt; again. Was expecting something for scrapbook making, but they didn't have lots of the choice for it. Only have a sticky back felt in A4, and if we were to design and cut ourselves, it'll be time consuming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;PS&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Made of Love&lt;/span&gt;, and we settled with the checkered felt vinyl. Roses from &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Spotlight&lt;/span&gt; for addition. Bus ride to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Leisure Park&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Coffee Bean's&lt;/span&gt; again with Hot Chocolate to start our process and our project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Changed our initial plan for the layout, as after we sticked the vinyl, the estimated space area is much smaller. From the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;roses&lt;/span&gt;, to the &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Wedding&lt;/span&gt; tag, &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;quotes&lt;/span&gt; and the &lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;pictures&lt;/span&gt;, i think we took a whole 3hrs for it. Hehehe simplicity, but complex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, &lt;u&gt;Squadron&lt;/u&gt; dropped by with the pictures I request help from him to print it out for me. Communication error, and he printed out just half of the amount of pictures. And he went back home, printed out the remaining pieces and head back to Leisure park in less than an hour. Wahh, this man of mine is super sweet (= But I'm sorry, for the mixup (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since it was too late to catch &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Chingay&lt;/span&gt;, we decided to head to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;ECP&lt;/span&gt;, for the breeze and the comfort of the sea to place our body and mind to rest. Hehehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35642847-8058116909868208980?l=bleeding-doll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleeding-doll.blogspot.com/feeds/8058116909868208980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35642847&amp;postID=8058116909868208980&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35642847/posts/default/8058116909868208980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35642847/posts/default/8058116909868208980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleeding-doll.blogspot.com/2009/02/sheera-and-me-decides-to-meetup-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Hear my bleeding heart shout.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35642847.post-8772836315762832262</id><published>2009-01-30T23:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T18:12:23.729-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Took the early shift, and &lt;u&gt;Squadron&lt;/u&gt; picked me up from work today. Had couple of things that I have to do this weekend, don't know if I'm capable of completing it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Expo&lt;/span&gt;, headed back my place. Changed and we rushed to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Bras Basah&lt;/span&gt; to head to &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Art Friend&lt;/span&gt;. Well, we did managed to get in on time, but apparently, we were only in the shop for 20mins before it closes for the day. Soo screwed lah, I don't want to have to return to the shop again tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So from there, we rode to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;PS&lt;/span&gt;. From &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Made of Love&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Spotlight&lt;/span&gt;, searched for the felt vinyl, to no vail. Found the checkered felt, but am thinking, if it suits the wedding theme we were having in mind. After searching in vain, we had late dinner. To &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;The Cathay&lt;/span&gt;, bought three earphones and Prodigy cd from Gramaphone. Prodigy concert is just up next week, and the only song I've heard was "Outerspace". I've no clue of their existance till &lt;u&gt;Squadron&lt;/u&gt; told me that he's bringing me to Prodigy, I'm like, &lt;em&gt;"What prodigy? Child Prodigy?"&lt;/em&gt; Hehehe but since &lt;u&gt;Squadron&lt;/u&gt; has been pestering, so I decide to know more about the band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Love Matters&lt;/span&gt;. After cam-whoring at the multi-story carpark at PS, we then decided to stop the show and head home. Hehehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35642847-8772836315762832262?l=bleeding-doll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleeding-doll.blogspot.com/feeds/8772836315762832262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35642847&amp;postID=8772836315762832262&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35642847/posts/default/8772836315762832262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35642847/posts/default/8772836315762832262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleeding-doll.blogspot.com/2009/02/took-early-shift-and-squadron-picked-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Hear my bleeding heart shout.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35642847.post-6405885091340569728</id><published>2009-01-29T23:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T23:01:08.737-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>With &lt;u&gt;Squadron&lt;/u&gt; who fetched me after work today, after heading home to change, we rushed over to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Bab Alwi.&lt;/span&gt; When we reach, mahgrib prayers already started. Nevertheless managed to catch up and join till end, Alhmadulilah. It's been quite long since I last stepped to the mosque.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/SY_Ul6ztgdI/AAAAAAAABfM/Qv6hwAYuKck/s1600-h/DSC00346.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300689034344759762" style="WIDTH: 98px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 124px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/SY_Ul6ztgdI/AAAAAAAABfM/Qv6hwAYuKck/s200/DSC00346.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ride to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;ECP&lt;/span&gt;, for a short warming up run of just 20mins. Was just a run to keep the body warmed up. Headed home, with me, being the rider. Hehehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35642847-6405885091340569728?l=bleeding-doll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleeding-doll.blogspot.com/feeds/6405885091340569728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35642847&amp;postID=6405885091340569728&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35642847/posts/default/6405885091340569728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35642847/posts/default/6405885091340569728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleeding-doll.blogspot.com/2009/01/with-squadron-who-fetched-me-after-work.html' title=''/><author><name>Hear my bleeding heart shout.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/SY_Ul6ztgdI/AAAAAAAABfM/Qv6hwAYuKck/s72-c/DSC00346.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35642847.post-3423436663437594977</id><published>2009-01-28T23:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T20:24:21.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>An unplanned &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;IKEA @ Tamp&lt;/span&gt; trip with Naz and Jun. Their very first visit, my very first visit for '09. Hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, saw the corner cupboard yet again. And I'm so in love with it. Just waiting for the day that I get to revamp my room yet again. Hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our dinner was at the Foodcourt with &lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Nasi Padang&lt;/span&gt;, which reminded us of school camps whereby the food pick you instead of vice-versa. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/SYKAktYj1CI/AAAAAAAABd8/Od8QDEFnw3g/s1600-h/DSC00343.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296937479887377442" style="WIDTH: 122px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 94px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/SYKAktYj1CI/AAAAAAAABd8/Od8QDEFnw3g/s200/DSC00343.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/SYKAkkBrMzI/AAAAAAAABeE/upkM39IfrB4/s1600-h/DSC00344.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296937477375472434" style="WIDTH: 128px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 95px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/SYKAkkBrMzI/AAAAAAAABeE/upkM39IfrB4/s200/DSC00344.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With kid's unhealthy meal to go along with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/SYKAkvf3nmI/AAAAAAAABeM/fWH-zH6VqFQ/s1600-h/DSC00345.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296937480454905442" style="WIDTH: 131px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 101px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/SYKAkvf3nmI/AAAAAAAABeM/fWH-zH6VqFQ/s200/DSC00345.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continued shopping for frames, then I headed back in a cab, after Naz and Jun took the bus back to Bedok. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35642847-3423436663437594977?l=bleeding-doll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleeding-doll.blogspot.com/feeds/3423436663437594977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35642847&amp;postID=3423436663437594977&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35642847/posts/default/3423436663437594977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35642847/posts/default/3423436663437594977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleeding-doll.blogspot.com/2009/01/unplanned-ikea-tamp-trip-with-naz-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Hear my bleeding heart shout.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/SYKAktYj1CI/AAAAAAAABd8/Od8QDEFnw3g/s72-c/DSC00343.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35642847.post-35568084340504951</id><published>2009-01-28T10:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T10:00:06.912-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi, I'm Shakilah. 21 this year, youngest of three daughters. I'm a diploma grad in IT, and I've been working fulltime for the past 8mths. I work as an IT Support, in an IT firm. I have a love hate situation with my job you see. Love cause I do want to persue in IT, and I've got couple of good people, hate cause I never wanted to work fulltime really. I rather work something which involve less with customers or rather my dream is to continue my education.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's the whole point. If someone asks me, to describe myself, that's much I have to say. No, not that I'm not a good describer, but rather that's how shallow my life is at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the whole point is, I want to further up studies bad. I have much interest to gain knowledge, and I truly believe in lifelong learning. I'm rather a student adult than a working adult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after my application has been rejected by couple of local uni, kinda got myself in daze. Like I didn't want to further up, as I know my parents wouldn't be able to afford to send me abroad. It'll be like me stealing gold from a pauper. Not that my family is poor, but I can't bear to see my parents still working their ass off to bring me bright future. They've reached age, and my nephews need them, so much rather, I sacrifise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till I found an alternative university after much help from &lt;u&gt;Squadron,&lt;/u&gt; and his constant motivation and support for me to further up studies, hence, my decision to swap project when EDB project closes. And my application to a uni was accepted. But somehow, I'm still here, working.  Because things just suddenly changed, and my heart suddenly grew fonder for &lt;u&gt;Squadron&lt;/u&gt;. Then I think back, if I were to study, he'll have to wait for 3-5years more for me. Given that he's 33, 34 to be exact this year, he'll be 40 when we finally settled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, not that I'm choosing to settle down by force, but everything that happens, is by choice and decision. Hence, I'm rather quite confused. I know he doesn't mind me furthering up studies, he supports me of my decisions. But I rather not be studying than be heartless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? Because I know what I want. And who I'm looking for. And the person I'm looking is presently here. And I thank Allah for that, but I'm thinking, why now? No, not that I don't appreciate, but it'll be unfair to either one of us. One of us has to make a sacrifise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm willing to bring forward my dreams to couple of years more, but I can't handle it emotionally. What should I do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35642847-35568084340504951?l=bleeding-doll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleeding-doll.blogspot.com/feeds/35568084340504951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35642847&amp;postID=35568084340504951&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35642847/posts/default/35568084340504951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35642847/posts/default/35568084340504951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleeding-doll.blogspot.com/2009/01/hi-im-shakilah.html' title=''/><author><name>Hear my bleeding heart shout.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35642847.post-7411960350218277733</id><published>2009-01-27T23:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T23:59:00.504-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Squadron&lt;/u&gt; was down with vomitting since last night. So I pestered him to head to the docs. &lt;u&gt;Squadron&lt;/u&gt; fetched me after I trainride to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Clementi&lt;/span&gt;. Apparently, there was a miscommunication. &lt;u&gt;Squadron&lt;/u&gt;, don't have to worry whether it'll be a long/short easy/troubled journey to get from the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;East&lt;/span&gt; to the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;West&lt;/span&gt;. I know that you wanna make things easier for me, but &lt;u&gt;Squadron&lt;/u&gt;, not to worry kay. Thanks btw (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clementi to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Bukit Gombak&lt;/span&gt; Shenton Medical. &lt;u&gt;Squadron&lt;/u&gt; was certified food poisioned. Hehehe after dinner at the nearby coffeeshop, we then rode to West Mall. It think it's my 3rd time there. But my first with movies. After &lt;u&gt;Squadron&lt;/u&gt; got his &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Liverpool &lt;/span&gt;shirt, we catched &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Wedding Game&lt;/span&gt;. The movie was alright, but wasn't such of Wedding of The Year. But anyways, I've watched it, and I prefer Love Matters (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ride back home. &lt;u&gt;Squadron&lt;/u&gt; isn't working this whole week! Damn!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35642847-7411960350218277733?l=bleeding-doll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleeding-doll.blogspot.com/feeds/7411960350218277733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35642847&amp;postID=7411960350218277733&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35642847/posts/default/7411960350218277733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35642847/posts/default/7411960350218277733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleeding-doll.blogspot.com/2009/01/squadron-was-down-with-vomitting-since.html' title=''/><author><name>Hear my bleeding heart shout.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35642847.post-8107049802363961750</id><published>2009-01-26T23:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T23:59:01.807-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;PS&lt;/span&gt; was a ghost town today, perhaps the whole Singapore was ghost town today. To our disappointment, &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Spotlight&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Made of Love&lt;/span&gt; was closed today till I think tomorrow. So we didn't get stuffs for our crafts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch at &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;BK&lt;/span&gt;, with erm fattening foods. Hehehe it's weekday, I'm suppose to be in my jogging shoes and maintening my intake, but heck! It's PH! hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bus ride to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Kallang Leisure&lt;/span&gt; park. We figured, since we didn't have the items needed, we just did some plain painting and planning at Coffee Bean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which we catched &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Love Matters&lt;/span&gt;. The movie is super hilarious, shall say, didn't regret much on spending for the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bus ride back, and time flies fast. Wished Fid was with us, but apparently, we were making her gift, soooo neahh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when I was walking back home nearing my deck. Saw a guy sitted with his back on me. And so my excitement caused me running, and I saw such a familiar bike nicely parked at the lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;R6&lt;/span&gt;. And who's R6 was that? &lt;u&gt;Squadron&lt;/u&gt;'s!! Apparently, he came back last night, and he totally didn't tell me! No wonder when I called you several times, the reception was of SG's! Darn you! Such a pleasant surprise, cause I was dragging my feet back when he told me he'll be back later day tomorrow. Hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Planned to head to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;ECP&lt;/span&gt; for the breeze, but on the journey there, &lt;u&gt;Squadron&lt;/u&gt; kinda fell sick, after being seasick last night. Hehehe so we UTurned back. Accompanied &lt;u&gt;Squadron&lt;/u&gt; before heading back sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a pleasure surprise (= Missed you soo much!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35642847-8107049802363961750?l=bleeding-doll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleeding-doll.blogspot.com/feeds/8107049802363961750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35642847&amp;postID=8107049802363961750&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35642847/posts/default/8107049802363961750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35642847/posts/default/8107049802363961750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleeding-doll.blogspot.com/2009/01/ps-was-ghost-town-today-perhaps-whole.html' title=''/><author><name>Hear my bleeding heart shout.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35642847.post-4227128349941707377</id><published>2009-01-25T23:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T21:49:19.589-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Decided not to follow mom&amp;amp;dad overseas, nor cousins to Batam.So then rang Sheera up, planned with her to head to &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;PS&lt;/span&gt; to get the materials to make for Fid her wedding card gift. Was fully dressed up, just about to fetch my bag and leave, when Sheera called me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;"Shark, sorry, I really don't feel like leaving home today. You da all dressed up?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;"Yup, nevermind it's okay, we can make it tomorrow or next 2 Sundays aite."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;"Sure? Really soo sorry.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fascinatingly, I wasn't even angry. Well, I understand that &lt;em&gt;wanna-go-out-not-wanna-go-out&lt;/em&gt; mood. Well, if that makes sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/SX6d1aGbYnI/AAAAAAAABdk/VTggj2_lkaQ/s1600-h/vivo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295843752699191922" style="WIDTH: 66px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/SX6d1aGbYnI/AAAAAAAABdk/VTggj2_lkaQ/s200/vivo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Soo I head to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;Vivo &lt;/span&gt;to meet Naz &amp;amp; Jun. Was there I think an hr early. Found newly fascinating shops like the &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;National Geography&lt;/span&gt;. If only I have my own house now, I would have gotten the antiques and vases from there. Not to mention the candles and photography. Was tempted to buy the top there, then I thot, nahh, I have to get my running attire for the upcoming marathons this year. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I walked to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Adidas&lt;/span&gt; boutique, only to find it as a disappointment. Didn't have much attire for ladies running, and I couldn't find a decent top to wear, so then I thot, maybe I should head to IMM again. But of course, wasn't today. So I went in &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;F21&lt;/span&gt;, got myself two decent tops (= And I finally found a nice checkered top to go along with &lt;u&gt;Squadron&lt;/u&gt;'s checkered top. Hehehe if &lt;u&gt;Squadron&lt;/u&gt; knows I've been shopping without him, he'll sure say&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"Wahh, enjoy ehh shopping."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; Hehehe what, the top was nice, and when I look nice, I look nice for you mahh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plan was to head to Sentosa, luge and ice cream. Wee had lunch at &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;KFC&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/SX6c1Sa0whI/AAAAAAAABc0/wPOF1XHqznM/s1600-h/SDC10246.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295842651125629458" style="WIDTH: 103px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 80px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/SX6c1Sa0whI/AAAAAAAABc0/wPOF1XHqznM/s200/SDC10246.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Then we walked around, then we went into &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;PageOn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, and I got canvas board and a wedding chipboard for Fid's wedding gift. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;B&amp;amp;J's&lt;/span&gt; for ice cream, and we ate I think too much ice cream. Hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/SX6c1LP3VxI/AAAAAAAABcs/Jq_fkZnLi6Y/s1600-h/SDC10249.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295842649200613138" style="WIDTH: 103px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 77px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/SX6c1LP3VxI/AAAAAAAABcs/Jq_fkZnLi6Y/s200/SDC10249.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;So then Naz felt like tea, so we head to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;GJ&lt;/span&gt; for tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/SX6c105YSYI/AAAAAAAABc8/l5tP35WSJN8/s1600-h/SDC10254.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295842660380592514" style="WIDTH: 75px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 109px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/SX6c105YSYI/AAAAAAAABc8/l5tP35WSJN8/s200/SDC10254.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;Wooah, it's my first drinking tea in coffeehouse. Usually I take coffee, but given that I just had ice cream, and the chance of heading to the ladies for long is extremly high, I settled for Camomile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/SX6c1-0VYDI/AAAAAAAABdE/P68EK8Hqs-U/s1600-h/SDC10291.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295842663043784754" style="WIDTH: 103px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 81px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/SX6c1-0VYDI/AAAAAAAABdE/P68EK8Hqs-U/s200/SDC10291.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;So after we settled for tea, we went to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Cold Storage&lt;/span&gt;, then to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Giant &lt;/span&gt;and we got quite a load of groceries. Well not me, Naz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/SX6c2Hl-DNI/AAAAAAAABdM/sk8wF8jOSeo/s1600-h/SDC10316.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295842665399454930" style="WIDTH: 68px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 102px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/SX6c2Hl-DNI/AAAAAAAABdM/sk8wF8jOSeo/s200/SDC10316.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Sadly time flies, and we headed back, after having the extreme pleasure with seaweed. Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/SX6d1qdVsjI/AAAAAAAABds/pBI8-yoOj4k/s1600-h/SDC10348.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295843757090255410" style="WIDTH: 72px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 107px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/SX6d1qdVsjI/AAAAAAAABds/pBI8-yoOj4k/s200/SDC10348.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Tried calling &lt;u&gt;Squadron&lt;/u&gt; and yet again, you are unreachable. Arghh, miss you lahh!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35642847-4227128349941707377?l=bleeding-doll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleeding-doll.blogspot.com/feeds/4227128349941707377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35642847&amp;postID=4227128349941707377&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35642847/posts/default/4227128349941707377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35642847/posts/default/4227128349941707377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleeding-doll.blogspot.com/2009/01/soo-nana-didnt-tagged-along-with-mom.html' title=''/><author><name>Hear my bleeding heart shout.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/SX6d1aGbYnI/AAAAAAAABdk/VTggj2_lkaQ/s72-c/vivo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35642847.post-6975682044413785674</id><published>2009-01-24T23:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T21:44:43.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nephews were over my place early Saturday morning. Well, if there weren't over today, I think I would have woken up late. &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/SX6e9e4pWKI/AAAAAAAABd0/tCGzB5eOaEg/s1600-h/nephews.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295844990934145186" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 106px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/SX6e9e4pWKI/AAAAAAAABd0/tCGzB5eOaEg/s200/nephews.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;Given that &lt;u&gt;Squadron&lt;/u&gt; has boarded ferry over to &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Tanjong Pinang&lt;/span&gt;, soo I'm like all to myself this weekend. Sigh, sadly for four long days.. I'm sooo going to miss youuu!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So texted Naz, and she invited me over to her friend's 21st bdae chalet. Surprisingly, there were couple of people that I know were there. Back to school days. Hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we taxi ride to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Kallang Leisure&lt;/span&gt;, watched &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Bride Wars&lt;/span&gt;. Movie was awesome, and I'm inlove much with the wedding gown. Bus ride home, and &lt;u&gt;Squadron&lt;/u&gt;, you are unreachable. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35642847-6975682044413785674?l=bleeding-doll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleeding-doll.blogspot.com/feeds/6975682044413785674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35642847&amp;postID=6975682044413785674&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35642847/posts/default/6975682044413785674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35642847/posts/default/6975682044413785674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleeding-doll.blogspot.com/2009/01/nephews-were-over-my-place-early.html' title=''/><author><name>Hear my bleeding heart shout.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/SX6e9e4pWKI/AAAAAAAABd0/tCGzB5eOaEg/s72-c/nephews.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35642847.post-2622769187755496671</id><published>2009-01-22T23:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T00:54:45.468-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Woah, didn't know that IBM has some good view after all. The last time I watched the set was during &lt;u&gt;Squadron&lt;/u&gt;'s &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;33rd bdae&lt;/span&gt; in skydinning. But today, I witnessed the &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;set&lt;/span&gt; again. Hehehe at the rooftop, with Naz. One pretty good view, and the atmosphere sets the resort aura. I wish to have a house at &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Sentosa Cove&lt;/span&gt;, least a house which has windows as it's walls, and rooftop with a pool, and a backyard with a garden. And I drive a&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt; miniCooper&lt;/span&gt;, on top of the &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;BMW&lt;/span&gt;. Wahhh, material luxury.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But cut short, time was running out. So we both decided to head home. Met &lt;u&gt;Squadron&lt;/u&gt; at &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;Simei&lt;/span&gt;, and we rode to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;CityPlaza&lt;/span&gt;, to find the masseuse closed. He's been getting the lower back pain, end of spinal cord for couple of days. But he's staying strong, but I can read your face in pain, macho man ah. Hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/SXlg7-_Xy0I/AAAAAAAABZs/_GGIYxxU08Q/s1600-h/IMAG0390+(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294369420588075842" style="WIDTH: 98px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 125px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/SXlg7-_Xy0I/AAAAAAAABZs/_GGIYxxU08Q/s200/IMAG0390+(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, we rode to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;TM&lt;/span&gt;, and he got me a pair of decent jeans from &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Levi's&lt;/span&gt;. Hahah, finally jeans. I think it's been erm, weeks since I last wear jeans? I'm one happy happy lady! Wait, did I just myself a lady?! Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we rode to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;T2&lt;/span&gt;, planned for Swensens dinner, but, we detoured to &lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;BK&lt;/span&gt; instead. Sinful pleasure of Tendergrill. Hahaha wahh, I miss burgers lahh! I miss burgers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/SXlg7sEpNkI/AAAAAAAABZk/mk8mVLRAIKU/s1600-h/IMAG0389.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294369415509915202" style="WIDTH: 98px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 140px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/SXlg7sEpNkI/AAAAAAAABZk/mk8mVLRAIKU/s200/IMAG0389.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else, head home lah, gone flat (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And looking at the picture, wahh I look sooo matured! Like me and &lt;u&gt;Squadron&lt;/u&gt; is only few years apart. Hehehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35642847-2622769187755496671?l=bleeding-doll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleeding-doll.blogspot.com/feeds/2622769187755496671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35642847&amp;postID=2622769187755496671&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35642847/posts/default/2622769187755496671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35642847/posts/default/2622769187755496671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleeding-doll.blogspot.com/2009/01/woah-didnt-know-that-ibm-has-some-good.html' title=''/><author><name>Hear my bleeding heart shout.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/SXlg7-_Xy0I/AAAAAAAABZs/_GGIYxxU08Q/s72-c/IMAG0390+(1).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35642847.post-1461377286548666621</id><published>2009-01-21T23:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T18:14:37.101-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A shopping date with Sheera. Met her at &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;TM&lt;/span&gt; coz I just figured that there is a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;La Senza&lt;/span&gt; at TM. Hehehe couple of nice lingerie, but we settled for one. Since there was offer of purchase 2, with 2 free, we decided to get ourselves lingerie too, with fid's lingerie and silk robe. Hehehe facinating outfit..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/SXknsl-eLhI/AAAAAAAABY0/6fjmt7pjTpM/s1600-h/DSC00334.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294306484012592658" style="WIDTH: 117px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 81px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/SXknsl-eLhI/AAAAAAAABY0/6fjmt7pjTpM/s200/DSC00334.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hot chocolate at &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Starbucks&lt;/span&gt;, to further discuss about the plans for Fid's hen night. Since there's no chalet, we've settled down with the restaurant, and the karaoke plans. Hehehe it's going to be one hen's outing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35642847-1461377286548666621?l=bleeding-doll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleeding-doll.blogspot.com/feeds/1461377286548666621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35642847&amp;postID=1461377286548666621&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35642847/posts/default/1461377286548666621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35642847/posts/default/1461377286548666621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleeding-doll.blogspot.com/2009/01/shopping-date-with-sheera.html' title=''/><author><name>Hear my bleeding heart shout.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/SXknsl-eLhI/AAAAAAAABY0/6fjmt7pjTpM/s72-c/DSC00334.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35642847.post-3195082786412043839</id><published>2009-01-20T22:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T17:01:36.584-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Was buying waffles from East Point. A call from Sheera, what else? We decided to meet up and to look for lingerie for Fid. Nothing much at &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Blush&lt;/span&gt; nor around the tamp central. So we headed back. Hehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess only &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;La Senza&lt;/span&gt; has the best lingerie in the city.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35642847-3195082786412043839?l=bleeding-doll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleeding-doll.blogspot.com/feeds/3195082786412043839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35642847&amp;postID=3195082786412043839&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35642847/posts/default/3195082786412043839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35642847/posts/default/3195082786412043839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleeding-doll.blogspot.com/2009/01/was-buying-waffles-from-east-point.html' title=''/><author><name>Hear my bleeding heart shout.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35642847.post-3373153781063000326</id><published>2009-01-20T13:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T13:46:01.437-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Read across this fancy article about &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Charles and Keith&lt;/span&gt;, yup those shoemakers. I was just browsing thinking of getting a pair of stilettos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brothers &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Charles and Keith Wong&lt;/span&gt; make shoes that make young women squeal with delight. Over the last eight years, the brothers have built a $20 million-a-year business with 11 stores in Singapore and 20 overseas on stylish shoes. The eponymous shoe label they started is completely homegrown and has humble beginnings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As teenagers, Charles and Keith worked at their parents’ shoe shop, L&amp;amp;A Trading in Ang Mo Kio Central, doing everything from helping customers to try on shoes to stock-taking. Born two years apart, the Wong brothers overcame their lacklustre academic performance to become a local footwear success story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recognizing that shoes from most foreign wholesalers were expensive and unsuitable for smaller Asian feet, they seized on the opportunity, pooled their savings and went into business introducing their own line of contemporary ladies footwear, aptly named Charles &amp;amp; Keith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They set up shop on 500 sq ft in Amara Shopping Centre which by the end of the first year had raked in $200,000 in sales. After 6 years in the business, Charles &amp;amp; Keith recorded sales of $20 million in 2003.Not content to operate only locally, the brothers turned their attention overseas, and with Charles’s business acumen and Keith’s flair for design it was long before the duo had successfully franchised Indonesia, Australia, U.A.E, Philippines. Charles &amp;amp; Keith has since also entered the retail markets of Thailand, Japan, Myanmar, and Mauritius. Currently, their biggest overseas retailing chain is in Indonesia, with 13 outlets and plans for exoansion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Charles &amp;amp; Keith story has not been without its share of difficulties as local footwear companies are for the most part disregarded and perceived as budget &amp;amp; uncompetitive. Charles attributes the success that has been achieved to date to the values of hard work, dedication and mutual trust.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35642847-3373153781063000326?l=bleeding-doll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleeding-doll.blogspot.com/feeds/3373153781063000326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35642847&amp;postID=3373153781063000326&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35642847/posts/default/3373153781063000326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35642847/posts/default/3373153781063000326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleeding-doll.blogspot.com/2009/01/read-across-this-fancy-article-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Hear my bleeding heart shout.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35642847.post-4795964945998701244</id><published>2009-01-19T23:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T23:59:00.894-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Was on &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;7am&lt;/span&gt; shift today. My first 7am shift week here. Hehehe, well nothing's different, pretty much the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comes night, &lt;u&gt;Squadron&lt;/u&gt; came over after he sent his report. Went for a short running. From &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Kallang&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Marina Promenade&lt;/span&gt;. We reached the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Flyers&lt;/span&gt; from Kallang. Hehehe I was so happy, when I saw that we were nearing the Flyers. Been wanting to jog till there, and &lt;u&gt;Squadron&lt;/u&gt; has made my wish come true. Thanks &lt;u&gt;Squadron&lt;/u&gt;, you've made my day, everyday (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/SXU_LwwMJII/AAAAAAAABYk/wSFKANoPYCY/s1600-h/IMAG0381.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293206408342021250" style="WIDTH: 87px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 117px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/SXU_LwwMJII/AAAAAAAABYk/wSFKANoPYCY/s200/IMAG0381.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jogged back, and rode back home. On the way back, my soring throat yearns for hot chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;"Papa, mana blh dpt hot chocolate? 7-11 ade kan?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Ade, tapi kan tak sedap. Nak starbucks?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;"Starbucks? I think dah tutop. Anyway, mahal lah."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Takpe lah, I know it's worth it, tho."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we rode to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Eastpoint&lt;/span&gt;, to find the Starbucks closed, went by the nearest 7-11, the hot chocolate machine was shutdown. So &lt;u&gt;Squadron&lt;/u&gt; brought me to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Tamp&lt;/span&gt;, only to find that TM Starbucks is closed to. But I was lucky, to have a McCafe nearby. So we bought &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;Hot Chocolate&lt;/span&gt;. And I became one happy person, and I suddenly forget that I was shagged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/SXU_LwJSxWI/AAAAAAAABYs/ZkSODMDq3q8/s1600-h/IMAG0382.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293206408178877794" style="WIDTH: 118px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 90px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/SXU_LwJSxWI/AAAAAAAABYs/ZkSODMDq3q8/s200/IMAG0382.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehehe one happy customer from McCafe! But I still prefer Caramel Hot Choco from Strabucks and GJ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you &lt;u&gt;Squadron&lt;/u&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35642847-4795964945998701244?l=bleeding-doll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleeding-doll.blogspot.com/feeds/4795964945998701244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35642847&amp;postID=4795964945998701244&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35642847/posts/default/4795964945998701244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35642847/posts/default/4795964945998701244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleeding-doll.blogspot.com/2009/01/was-on-7am-shift-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Hear my bleeding heart shout.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/SXU_LwwMJII/AAAAAAAABYk/wSFKANoPYCY/s72-c/IMAG0381.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35642847.post-6435440993938003756</id><published>2009-01-18T23:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T23:59:00.615-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Our first pit stop for the day: &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Novena Square&lt;/span&gt;. Well, today was the last day for the race pack collection. We decided to collect it then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then from there, after we packed ourselves with much food, we headed to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;Cash Studio&lt;/span&gt; for some vocal practise. Hehehe I guess it's been really addictive, and we plan to make it as our monthly tradition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooo then we started our &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;road journey&lt;/span&gt;. Road journey to sending 18letters, from &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;Telok Blanga&lt;/span&gt;, to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Gim Moh&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Clementi&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Bukit Batok&lt;/span&gt;. Wooahh, sooo farr, till we ended up at &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;Bukit Panjang&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we were near to the mall, we gave it a visit. My first visit to Bukit Panjang &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Mall&lt;/span&gt;. It's just a mini mall, but we got couple of things from there. Hehehe bought USB cable and charger, arcade @ &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Timezone&lt;/span&gt;, clothes at &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Giordano&lt;/span&gt;. Well, not mine, but &lt;u&gt;Squadron&lt;/u&gt;'s. He has been shopping from since he got back from camp. Wahh this old man distressing himself ahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Given the time, I didn't get my coffeehouse visit. Sad sadd sadddd.. Wah, I want coffee lah, you know &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;caramel frapp&lt;/span&gt;, oorrr &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;hot chocolate&lt;/span&gt;, wahh you mean meano evil man. You purposely don't want me drink no coffee ahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I got sandwich from &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;7-11&lt;/span&gt;. Not as good, but at least something. Then we talked. We talked and talked till pass midnight. Hehehe you should have just brought me to the coffeehouse lahh &lt;u&gt;Squadron&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I know, why he says I'm a rebel now. Heheheh because he has went thru my phase, and during this phase, he was a rebel, and just like him, I'm one too. Hehehe yay we same same. But now ahh &lt;u&gt;Squadron&lt;/u&gt;, you're like taking care of a teenager you know. Hehehe woah, is our age gap that farr?? Hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I still do &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; you, &lt;u&gt;Squadron&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35642847-6435440993938003756?l=bleeding-doll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleeding-doll.blogspot.com/feeds/6435440993938003756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35642847&amp;postID=6435440993938003756&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35642847/posts/default/6435440993938003756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35642847/posts/default/6435440993938003756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleeding-doll.blogspot.com/2009/01/our-first-pit-stop-for-day-novena.html' title=''/><author><name>Hear my bleeding heart shout.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35642847.post-8063299784535184753</id><published>2009-01-17T23:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T21:09:33.367-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>With &lt;u&gt;Squadron&lt;/u&gt;, collected my altered pants from &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;N2&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt; Viola!&lt;/span&gt; Finally I have jeans to wear, and office pants to addition. Rushed to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;CDC&lt;/span&gt; for my &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;RTT&lt;/span&gt;. And yay! I've passed my RTT! That means now, must convert to &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;PDL&lt;/span&gt;. Which means now, I must quickly complete my pract and get my licence so I'll get my bike, then I take &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Class 3&lt;/span&gt; then I get a car, then later no money to get married. Hehehe urgh, I would love to drive the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;miniCooper&lt;/span&gt; convertible. Wahh, then when you drive, your hair will fly fly, then when you stop, your hair will be everywhere, then you'll have instant messy-look. How cool is that? Hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we rode back home, got my stuff, and then we rode to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;AMK&lt;/span&gt; to collect the letters. Then we head to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;CP&lt;/span&gt;, decided to not have YTF, but we went around the mall. So we planned to head to Bugis, to get me Levi's, but we were distracted talking about helmets, so &lt;u&gt;Squadron&lt;/u&gt; went to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ah Boy &lt;/span&gt;to buy me a black visor. Heheh yay, now my visor is see-proof! And we ended up shopping for helmet. &lt;u&gt;Squadron&lt;/u&gt; bought &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Revo&lt;/span&gt; again, coz I haven't had enough wearing it, and we haven't experiment it on it's performance with speed. Kay lah, lets just make it simpler, because I want that helmet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So from there, &lt;u&gt;Squadron&lt;/u&gt; sent me to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;JE&lt;/span&gt;, where I attended the &lt;em&gt;kenduri&lt;/em&gt;, and he went to send his letters. The &lt;em&gt;kenduri&lt;/em&gt; was a mini one, but with wide food spread. So then, &lt;u&gt;Squadron&lt;/u&gt; fetched me after his work, and I lazed at his place while he changed. Almost dozed off at his couch, till his mom asked me to sleep in. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Ahh lah, malu lah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we rode to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;Tuas&lt;/span&gt;, and experiment with Revo. My head was vibrating and moving side to side vigorously. Hahaha I think the helmet is just for SG rode, not speed. Nasi Lemak for supper, before we rode back home. Alhamdulilah, we reached my deck safely, because we both &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;dozed off while riding&lt;/span&gt;, and three times in a row, &lt;u&gt;Squadron&lt;/u&gt; swerved to avoid collision with the road barrier. Hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We dozed off under the void deck, till I woke up and realised it was &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;0430 on Sunday morning&lt;/span&gt;! Hehehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35642847-8063299784535184753?l=bleeding-doll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleeding-doll.blogspot.com/feeds/8063299784535184753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35642847&amp;postID=8063299784535184753&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35642847/posts/default/8063299784535184753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35642847/posts/default/8063299784535184753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleeding-doll.blogspot.com/2009/01/with-squadron-collected-my-altered.html' title=''/><author><name>Hear my bleeding heart shout.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35642847.post-3588611629389413683</id><published>2009-01-16T23:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T18:20:11.792-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Squadron&lt;/u&gt; didn't have letters to send today. So he fetched me from work, and I ride from &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;IBM&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Expo&lt;/span&gt;. Hehehe as if I ald owned a liscence, and that is my bike. But it was fun, for a change that instead of &lt;u&gt;Squadron&lt;/u&gt; bringing me around, I bring him around. Hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We literally, were stucked on the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;JL&lt;/span&gt; sale. Well, Charles and Keith shoes were going as low as $9! But unfortunately, given my adorable feet size, I didn't manage to get a decent one. But I still bought couple of other things, and I still managed to shop till I drop, and &lt;u&gt;Squadron&lt;/u&gt; joined in the fun. But then, I think he shopped more than me. No, I think he always shop more than me. Hah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner at the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Indo/Wedding&lt;/span&gt; expedition. The pelamin were beautiful, only the models were a lil not professional. But I guess, compared to me, they are much better. Hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;u&gt;Squadron&lt;/u&gt;, bought me makeup from &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;MAC&lt;/span&gt;. Well, apparently, the one who is excited to wear makeup. Because the thing that he got for me, are the things he asked for, from &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;compact powder&lt;/span&gt;, to &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;mascara&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;lipstick&lt;/span&gt;. Even the owner was like laughing at us, and she went &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;"Takpelah, he wants you to look good for him."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; I think he fits to be a metrosexual, only that he's a lil lazy when it comes to himself. Woah, when it comes to me, he'll make me do all of those things. Hehehe, eyy, don't blame me if I become less ruggart and more lady kay, you bribed me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ride from Expo to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;ECP&lt;/span&gt;. We slept on the stone table, which turned us mid-frozen half way. Because &lt;u&gt;Squadron&lt;/u&gt;'s shoulder, we had to leave the place and headed home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35642847-3588611629389413683?l=bleeding-doll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleeding-doll.blogspot.com/feeds/3588611629389413683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35642847&amp;postID=3588611629389413683&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35642847/posts/default/3588611629389413683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35642847/posts/default/3588611629389413683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleeding-doll.blogspot.com/2009/01/squadron-didnt-have-letters-to-send.html' title=''/><author><name>Hear my bleeding heart shout.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35642847.post-7036263617075160252</id><published>2009-01-13T23:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T23:59:00.949-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Squadron&lt;/u&gt; accompanied me on lunch today. Had lunch at &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Simei&lt;/span&gt;, just for a short hour, before he sent me back to work, and he heading around the east to settle his insurance, and a job interview.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He fetched me after work, and we head to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;N2&lt;/span&gt;, to alter my pants. The aunty was laughing at me lah! My Ralph jeans, I request for her to make it bigger, but my office pants, I request to make it smaller. So I told her, &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;"Aunty, last time I skinny, now I fat already, so must alter back the jeans.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; Paisehh! I bet she must be wondering, woah, how many KG has this girl gained? Aunty, I tell you, lotsa and lotsa KG. Since I met &lt;u&gt;Squadron&lt;/u&gt; and he kept stuffing, and over stuffing me with food of all kinds, halal ones I meant. But nevertheless, I still have to shed pounds and inches. And we still had cheese fries at Rasa21, even after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Dosa tau, kalau seorang suami tak kasi isteri makan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;U bukan I tak kasi mkn, you dah lebih makan! Hahahahahahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiya, we both are gaining weight. Hehehe not that we're lazy bummers, we jog, everyday. When we are not together, we strict our food intake, but when we are together, heheheh diet? What's diet?! So we eat and eat and eat.. In addition to the new halal sushi restaurant, we eat and eat and eat. Heheheh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We rode to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Bugis&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;u&gt;Squadron&lt;/u&gt; bought for me a high-waisted belt. Then the salesguy there went, &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;"U look very nice with that belt. But it's not too tight right, I mean U can breathe right?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; Hehehe yes I can breathe, it looks like im stuffed coz my assets are of plus size. Not big, but plus size. Hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked around Bugis Junction, &lt;u&gt;Squadron&lt;/u&gt; bought me another tights from Dorothy Perkins. Walked to Levi's and the offer of trading old jeans is still valid! And I've found one nice pair, and best part, you can trade in &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;ANY&lt;/span&gt; brand of jeans! That includes the one you bought at Bugis Street for like $30, you can trade it as worth of $50! And you get Levi's. Hoooow good is that? I have soooooo many unwearable jeans, no not that coz I've gained weight, but it's torn at the inner thigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Bugis street and bought stickers for our temporary helmet. Apparently the Revo is not in stock. Sigh, if that stupid theif just repent before he steals our helmet, I bet we'll be looking for stickers only, not another pair. So I got a top from the street. Today's shopping spree was on &lt;u&gt;Squadron&lt;/u&gt;! Hehehe mcm best gitu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner at KFC, then we headed back home. Thanks for the shopping spree, the army bag and running outfits! Hehehe woah, you spent so much on me today!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35642847-7036263617075160252?l=bleeding-doll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleeding-doll.blogspot.com/feeds/7036263617075160252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35642847&amp;postID=7036263617075160252&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35642847/posts/default/7036263617075160252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35642847/posts/default/7036263617075160252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleeding-doll.blogspot.com/2009/01/squadron-accompanied-me-on-lunch-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Hear my bleeding heart shout.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35642847.post-3045090937754739455</id><published>2009-01-13T16:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T18:38:55.154-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Was browsing by Heng Motor's webby, and I found &lt;u&gt;Squadron&lt;/u&gt; old Mr Yellow CBR. Of course, it has been given a new paint job, and now, it's in blue and white. Well, I still prefer the yellow, it looks outstanding. Hehehhe &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/SW1PbFpPX1I/AAAAAAAABYE/ySJppo_DPJA/s1600-h/CBR400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290972464020414290" style="WIDTH: 120px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 85px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/SW1PbFpPX1I/AAAAAAAABYE/ySJppo_DPJA/s200/CBR400.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35642847-3045090937754739455?l=bleeding-doll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleeding-doll.blogspot.com/feeds/3045090937754739455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35642847&amp;postID=3045090937754739455&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35642847/posts/default/3045090937754739455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35642847/posts/default/3045090937754739455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleeding-doll.blogspot.com/2009/01/was-browsing-by-heng-motors-webby-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Hear my bleeding heart shout.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/SW1PbFpPX1I/AAAAAAAABYE/ySJppo_DPJA/s72-c/CBR400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35642847.post-4891903404963591757</id><published>2009-01-12T23:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T23:59:00.957-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Squadron&lt;/u&gt; by surprised came by office and fetched me from work.. Didn't have much of enthu in the first place, until after he brought me for dinner at &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;ECP Foodhouse&lt;/span&gt;. Had a wide spread of delicacies, from satay, mee kuah, nasi ayam penyet and gong gong, well gong gong may sound a lil weird, but it's a seafood, whose shells looks like a snail's, has a claw and looks like a snail, but hey, it's seafood!! And he bought for me the biggest coconut, bigger than my head! I think it weigh around 3kg, dead load of water and can be shared by two!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so we decide to walk down our bludging tummies, and check out the sea sport activities there. The cost is reasonable, for hours of experience. It's an attraction to expats, rather than local. But nevertheless, we shall try the sport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Eh, we try wakeboarding, then kayaking kay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sports yg kite minat are all expensive sports seh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ah tulah, tapi kate extreme! Hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Detour around and around, before we headed back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35642847-4891903404963591757?l=bleeding-doll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleeding-doll.blogspot.com/feeds/4891903404963591757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35642847&amp;postID=4891903404963591757&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35642847/posts/default/4891903404963591757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35642847/posts/default/4891903404963591757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleeding-doll.blogspot.com/2009/01/squadron-by-surprised-came-by-office.html' title=''/><author><name>Hear my bleeding heart shout.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35642847.post-5061976930457992291</id><published>2009-01-12T01:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T23:11:33.620-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can't believe I have to go thru this again. I can't believe you can still question, and suspect me of that again. As much as I have a terror history, I don't judge you by the same way history was to me. Unlike you, I view things as an isolated issue, I take similar incident as a whole new experience. After all these while, after all the things that I have shown, tried, and ammend, you still think I'm unfaithful and naive? You still refuse to place your trust on me, you still think that I'm like your history, that I will behavior how girls behavior typically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're just being unfair. Unfair that you don't judge me by how I am, but by based on your history. Unfair that you don't wish to place trust on me, when I've placed my trust on you. Unfair that you still think that way, and always say that I'm unfaithful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What games you think you're playing?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35642847-5061976930457992291?l=bleeding-doll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleeding-doll.blogspot.com/feeds/5061976930457992291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35642847&amp;postID=5061976930457992291&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35642847/posts/default/5061976930457992291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35642847/posts/default/5061976930457992291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleeding-doll.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-cant-believe-i-have-to-go-thru-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Hear my bleeding heart shout.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35642847.post-3911053671979324323</id><published>2009-01-11T22:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T20:23:54.811-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>After touring and finding, finally &lt;u&gt;Squadron&lt;/u&gt; gets to find the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Nee Soon&lt;/span&gt; camp. With his mom and Wati having to wait 1/2hr on us. His MR today was a proud one. His task, strength and perserverance was in recognition of the whole battalion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;"LCP NS Hisham finished his task with 10kg load, during fasting month."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin was there as well. He had his MR as well, hence, met Aunty Sidah, with Uncle Ami, Zakk and Nadia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With generous load of photo taking, we headed out to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;Safra Yishun&lt;/span&gt;. After long wait with only his mom and me, he finally received the watch and we send his mom off in a cab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rode to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Novena&lt;/span&gt;, finally registered for the Safari Zoo run. Mr Bean's and we headed to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Century&lt;/span&gt;, after the sold out movie tics at TM. Ong Bak for the record of violence and heartless.&lt;br /&gt;But the hilarious part of the movie was the start of it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Eh, thai movie dah start.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Eh? Thai Movie? Movie ape ah? Confirm best&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ong Bak lah! Eh, you bought the tickets you don't know what movie you are watching?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hehehehe lupe lahh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nak cakap selenge, tak. Blaja pandai. Nak panggil ape eh? Maybe he's just being himself. Hehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After movie, night market for food, then my void deck's for sushi, kebabs and vadeh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sent home, and &lt;u&gt;Squadron&lt;/u&gt; fetch Sahak from home back to camp. He booked in again tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raihan has grown up soo fast. He's 6mths now, but he fits to 12mths outfits. I'm glad they love the O'Kosh I bought for him (=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35642847-3911053671979324323?l=bleeding-doll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleeding-doll.blogspot.com/feeds/3911053671979324323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35642847&amp;postID=3911053671979324323&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35642847/posts/default/3911053671979324323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35642847/posts/default/3911053671979324323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleeding-doll.blogspot.com/2009/01/after-touring-and-finding-finally.html' title=''/><author><name>Hear my bleeding heart shout.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35642847.post-8429245563006132607</id><published>2009-01-10T22:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T20:30:47.138-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Kenduri at JEast, with the whole family. In the midst of prayers, Ee came up with fits again. Fits is getting to him on weekly basis. I just hope that he recovers real fast, and that he can move on with life again, after that fateful tragic accident.&lt;br /&gt;Prayers sent, wishes kept hopeful. For those who has lost and love, keep on praying for your lost ones. For those who have survived tragic incident, stay strong and perservere to recover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want my old family back to it's old situation. There are too many things happening around me too fast. Slow down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35642847-8429245563006132607?l=bleeding-doll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleeding-doll.blogspot.com/feeds/8429245563006132607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35642847&amp;postID=8429245563006132607&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35642847/posts/default/8429245563006132607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35642847/posts/default/8429245563006132607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleeding-doll.blogspot.com/2009/01/kenduri-at-jeast-with-whole-family.html' title=''/><author><name>Hear my bleeding heart shout.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35642847.post-241879607746408479</id><published>2009-01-09T22:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T20:19:49.668-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>With Sheera to T2. While on our way to T3 Popeye's we got pretty much distracted to the stencil colorings. T1 Popeye's dinner, discussed of the events for Fid's Hen night. Pretty much elated to do a chalet/overnight party, but we've got to check couple of things before the night becomes a success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;How about, we create a whole party of us 3, dinner, then party at the chalet, with wild outfits, and bitchy behavior.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35642847-241879607746408479?l=bleeding-doll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleeding-doll.blogspot.com/feeds/241879607746408479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35642847&amp;postID=241879607746408479&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35642847/posts/default/241879607746408479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35642847/posts/default/241879607746408479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleeding-doll.blogspot.com/2009/01/with-sheera-to-t2.html' title=''/><author><name>Hear my bleeding heart shout.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35642847.post-2709619081886632335</id><published>2009-01-08T23:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T23:59:00.584-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Recieved news yesterday that my Aunt who has been in coma for 6mths, has passed away at 2pm. Took UL today, to head to the funeral. Didn't manage to reach on time, as my sis was always late, so we just went to the Muslim Cemetry. While bypassing the Chinese Cemetry, saw a group of NS Men, having their briefing at the cemetry, wonder what are they doing there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My beloved cousins has just lost their mother, and I'm terrorized for the day it happens to me. Just hope that they will get better. Condolences to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed back to Wak Pin's place, to join the kenduri. Nana's coming back today, so me and sis decides to make a move. But we detoured to &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;IMM&lt;/span&gt;, and had Body Shop shopping, plus coffee at Coffee Club. The coffee was a disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed back home, and had my routine jog to the Reservoir. Didn't jog the reservoir today, but they've made some changes to the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached back home, changed and with dad, fetched nana from the airport. Well, I hope that now she's went to the airport, whatever she said of her needs to find something there has been found. Just hope that she's not under some spell. Nauzubillah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35642847-2709619081886632335?l=bleeding-doll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleeding-doll.blogspot.com/feeds/2709619081886632335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35642847&amp;postID=2709619081886632335&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35642847/posts/default/2709619081886632335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35642847/posts/default/2709619081886632335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleeding-doll.blogspot.com/2009/01/recieved-news-yesterday-that-my-aunt.html' title=''/><author><name>Hear my bleeding heart shout.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35642847.post-5489588956781182868</id><published>2009-01-06T23:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T23:59:00.981-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Met sis and BIL, after work. Bought pair of shoes from &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;DMK&lt;/span&gt;. Well, the shoes from DMK this season has grewn a lil nicer, surprisingly. Hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had pure caramel in &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Coffee Bean&lt;/span&gt;, wadeh from pasar malam, and bus ride to sis place. Rode in the car, back to my place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally get to hear &lt;u&gt;Squadron&lt;/u&gt;'s voice after he finally called. He passed his PTT, with 45sec late for Silver.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35642847-5489588956781182868?l=bleeding-doll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleeding-doll.blogspot.com/feeds/5489588956781182868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35642847&amp;postID=5489588956781182868&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35642847/posts/default/5489588956781182868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35642847/posts/default/5489588956781182868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleeding-doll.blogspot.com/2009/01/met-sis-and-bil-after-work.html' title=''/><author><name>Hear my bleeding heart shout.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35642847.post-3035529977987592980</id><published>2009-01-05T23:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T23:59:00.877-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Was super dooper shagged when I came home last night. Talked to &lt;u&gt;Squadron&lt;/u&gt; and he starts to doze off. So I abruptedly ended the conversation. Hehehe so life was bored then, as when he sleeps, he sleeps like a beast. Even bombing doesn't wake him up I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So while I was bored and trying to hack to my sister's laptop, surprisingly &lt;u&gt;Squadron&lt;/u&gt; called.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;"Hello?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Hello mama. Kenape bilik you gelap?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;"Uh? Gelap. Tak lah"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;"You pat mana?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;"Bilik nana."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Kenape bilik you gelap?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;"Uh I pat bilik nana"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Uat ape?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;"Nak hack laptop"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Look outside the window lah"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there I saw a man in green, standing by the zebra crossing light, was &lt;u&gt;Squadron&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked down to the deck, and we rode to the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Airport&lt;/span&gt;. Well, apparently he has nights off today, to book back in tomorrow morning. So instead of going back, he decides to head to my place, since his friend lives nearby, and he'll be going back in with his friend tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parked at T3, tram ride to T2, sat at &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Starbucks&lt;/span&gt;. I think people think he was a regular. The baristas were looking, but I like their service. And their coffee creation was perfect with my hot choco, and &lt;u&gt;Squadron&lt;/u&gt;'s latte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/SWLNxuaQXWI/AAAAAAAABXs/_xKL9Wh_j_E/s1600-h/DSC00321.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288015166641823074" style="WIDTH: 113px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 84px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/SWLNxuaQXWI/AAAAAAAABXs/_xKL9Wh_j_E/s200/DSC00321.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/SWLNxbYUQcI/AAAAAAAABXk/M2O3HrBRTUU/s1600-h/DSC00320.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288015161533415874" style="WIDTH: 116px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 84px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/SWLNxbYUQcI/AAAAAAAABXk/M2O3HrBRTUU/s200/DSC00320.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unwind there for a while, before we headed back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;"You going back to Sahak's place?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Taklah, maybe I sleep outside"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;"Outside? You sms him and check if he's still awake"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Takpelah, he has a baby in the house."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;"Then sleep at my place? I'll ask my parents"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Tak nak lah, won't be nice"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;"Then where are you sleeping?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"The steps in front of Sahak's place, least it's nearer"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's such a sweet person. Thanks darling, it was such a pleasant surprise (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/SWLNx-hRyyI/AAAAAAAABX0/eX5Kx5apn7Y/s1600-h/DSC00325.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288015170966244130" style="WIDTH: 75px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 101px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/SWLNx-hRyyI/AAAAAAAABX0/eX5Kx5apn7Y/s200/DSC00325.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/SWLNyHt6ssI/AAAAAAAABX8/dQaWbsar660/s1600-h/DSC00327.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288015173435175618" style="WIDTH: 74px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 101px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/SWLNyHt6ssI/AAAAAAAABX8/dQaWbsar660/s200/DSC00327.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gd nite papa. Mama going to bed now. Thank U papa for the surprise. Hehehe mcm org aru alik perang, da berbulan tak jumpe..&lt;br /&gt;Papa, tho to U, u may not b a sweet talker, but im alaways mesmerised by your meaningful words. U have shown in actions. U wld even book out tonight to see me and spend time with me, tho U knew U b stranded later.. Kesian now U tido pat stairs, choosing over bed at camp. Thank U papa (=&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35642847-3035529977987592980?l=bleeding-doll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleeding-doll.blogspot.com/feeds/3035529977987592980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35642847&amp;postID=3035529977987592980&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35642847/posts/default/3035529977987592980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35642847/posts/default/3035529977987592980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleeding-doll.blogspot.com/2009/01/was-super-dooper-shagged-when-i-came.html' title=''/><author><name>Hear my bleeding heart shout.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/SWLNxuaQXWI/AAAAAAAABXs/_xKL9Wh_j_E/s72-c/DSC00321.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35642847.post-1518517310942117681</id><published>2009-01-04T23:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T18:31:42.078-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Karaoke in the noon, as our start to this new sunday! Hehehe headed to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ming Arcade&lt;/span&gt;, has some good voice tuning and melody trackback for &lt;u&gt;Squadron&lt;/u&gt; and me. Hehehe it's kinda addictive, and both wanted to stay, since they had not much customers that period, but since we had things to do, so we moved on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/SWK-TKi63tI/AAAAAAAABXU/L896KZWTltg/s1600-h/DSC00960.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287998148943994578" style="WIDTH: 113px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 84px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/SWK-TKi63tI/AAAAAAAABXU/L896KZWTltg/s200/DSC00960.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I didn't know that town has acid rain, just like in jurong island.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I followed &lt;u&gt;Squadron&lt;/u&gt; around to send the letters he collected yesterday. The job is easy, but it's tiring. You have to get on/off the bike and go up to houses to send the letters. I had butt and ankle cramp. Hehehe and was super shagged when we finished the assignment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed back to &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;AMK&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;u&gt;Squadron&lt;/u&gt; sent his report, then headed to the petrol station and &lt;u&gt;Squadron&lt;/u&gt; bought a new accessory for his X1. Now the wheels have flashing lights. Hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/SWK-Temin1I/AAAAAAAABXc/NLVU6l1A6FM/s1600-h/DSC00969.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287998154327891794" style="WIDTH: 77px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 99px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/SWK-Temin1I/AAAAAAAABXc/NLVU6l1A6FM/s200/DSC00969.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Spize&lt;/span&gt; for late dinner. While walking to the carpark, by pass a couple. The girl, look at my shirt and said, &lt;em&gt;"Sunday! Nice Sunday shirt!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hehehe, well it's just a plain shirt with Sunday, but thanks babe! Headed back home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Squadron&lt;/u&gt;'s on reservist tomorrow!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35642847-1518517310942117681?l=bleeding-doll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleeding-doll.blogspot.com/feeds/1518517310942117681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35642847&amp;postID=1518517310942117681&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35642847/posts/default/1518517310942117681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35642847/posts/default/1518517310942117681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleeding-doll.blogspot.com/2009/01/karaoke-in-noon-as-our-start-to-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Hear my bleeding heart shout.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/SWK-TKi63tI/AAAAAAAABXU/L896KZWTltg/s72-c/DSC00960.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35642847.post-1642357192159196872</id><published>2009-01-03T23:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T17:39:57.379-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Attended my RTT practise in the morning with &lt;u&gt;Squadron&lt;/u&gt;. The practise was alright, tho I skipped one last night, I think I'll be fine when the time comes for RTT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rode to West Coast, for a hair cut for &lt;u&gt;Squadron&lt;/u&gt;. Then breakfast there as well. Bought back food for his mom, headed over to his place. Hehehe, his mom has a talent for sewing, and maybe one day, I shall learn the skill from her. Hehehe&lt;br /&gt;Alisha came over, and that girl has grewn big, only that she was afraid of me, I guess it's be long since I last seen her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed back to my place, changed and headed to AMK, as &lt;u&gt;Squadron&lt;/u&gt; collected his letters. To Kun's and Nana's wedding, met couple of people there. The wedding deco was beautiful, the DJ was entertaining and the picture was perfect. Nana looked gorgeous in her evening outfit. Congrats to both of you (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/SWK2LmqGl8I/AAAAAAAABXM/Pjmre3tc_iM/s1600-h/DSC00959.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287989222958340034" style="WIDTH: 112px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 90px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/SWK2LmqGl8I/AAAAAAAABXM/Pjmre3tc_iM/s200/DSC00959.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed to Cathay, met Siti and Azmi there to get the Cash Studio's card from them. Didn't catch any movie, as we've planned to head to M'sia later on. Bought &lt;u&gt;Squadron&lt;/u&gt; a utility knife. Supper at Mac's then headed to Tuas. Today's ride were pure virgin. Hehehe no speeding, no fast track. Just plain cruising. Seems there were loads of petrol today. Hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed back after filling the tank. And the SG riders there kept looking at us. Maybe cause we didn't come in a group. We came alone. Hehehe headed back to &lt;u&gt;Squadron&lt;/u&gt;'s place, with X1, we headed back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a nap under my void deck while &lt;u&gt;Squadron&lt;/u&gt; was playing PSP. I kinda of fell in love with the night's breeze, I feel like laying a mat under my deck and sleep away. Hehehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35642847-1642357192159196872?l=bleeding-doll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleeding-doll.blogspot.com/feeds/1642357192159196872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35642847&amp;postID=1642357192159196872&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35642847/posts/default/1642357192159196872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35642847/posts/default/1642357192159196872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleeding-doll.blogspot.com/2009/01/attended-my-rtt-practise-in-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>Hear my bleeding heart shout.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1vKj7wUBcA/SWK2LmqGl8I/AAAAAAAABXM/Pjmre3tc_iM/s72-c/DSC00959.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35642847.post-5375013298451426548</id><published>2009-01-02T23:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T17:26:27.431-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Had dinner with Naz and Junaida while waiting for &lt;u&gt;Squadron&lt;/u&gt; to fetch me from work. Time was such peace, as we didn't have to keep on checking the clock as to when break time's over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With &lt;u&gt;Squadron&lt;/u&gt;, rode to Hazel's place, fetch Dol. Made our way to Nana's in Hougang. It's Nana &amp;amp; Kun's solemnization today. Well, another member of &lt;u&gt;Squadron&lt;/u&gt;'s gang is married, left with &lt;u&gt;Squadron&lt;/u&gt; and Dol, the two gay bachelors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Introduced to &lt;u&gt;Squadron&lt;/u&gt;'s ITE mates. Compared to his old school mates, they seem more sincere and a great clique. Even at the age 34, his friend Naz, is still in the hip hop arena. Hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ride to PS, watched &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Transporter 3&lt;/span&gt; before heading back home. Hehehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35642847-5375013298451426548?l=bleeding-doll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleeding-doll.blogspot.com/feeds/5375013298451426548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35642847&amp;postID=5375013298451426548&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35642847/posts/default/5375013298451426548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35642847/posts/default/5375013298451426548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleeding-doll.blogspot.com/2009/01/had-dinner-with-naz-and-junaida-while.html' title=''/><author><name>Hear my bleeding heart shout.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35642847.post-3535744892374234212</id><published>2009-01-01T23:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T01:27:43.347-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ee had his lapse last night. While I was counting the secs to 2009, he had an lapse. Since &lt;u&gt;Squadron&lt;/u&gt; had his things to settle, being real sweet he fetched me from home, and sent to to Jurong. Hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ee seems better today, only that I get worried, since his accident, he has been at home, not working, and has been going through a year long therapy. Just hope he gets better tho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Squadron&lt;/u&gt; fetched me from Aunt's and we headed back (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks &lt;u&gt;Squadron&lt;/u&gt; for sending/fetching me over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35642847-3535744892374234212?l=bleeding-doll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleeding-doll.blogspot.com/feeds/3535744892374234212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35642847&amp;postID=3535744892374234212&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35642847/posts/default/3535744892374234212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35642847/posts/default/3535744892374234212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleeding-doll.blogspot.com/2009/01/ee-had-his-lapse-last-night.html' title=''/><author><name>Hear my bleeding heart shout.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
