<?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-2792587681211096569</id><updated>2011-07-30T21:04:51.662+08:00</updated><category term='1st Anniversary'/><category term='My Mum'/><category term='Karma'/><category term='I think I'/><category term='Summer Dou Dou'/><category term='18th Monthsary'/><category term='20th Monthsary'/><category term='Angry Yet Loving Him'/><category term='4th Monthsary'/><category term='First Bling Bling Project'/><category term='Would You Be There'/><category term='Commitment'/><category term='6th Monthsary'/><category term='9th Monthsary'/><category term='My 18th Birthday'/><category term='7th Monthsary'/><category term='Baby 20th N Chub&apos;s 1st Birthday'/><category term='He&apos;s The One'/><category term='13th Monthsary'/><category term='17th Monthsary'/><category term='First Tattoo'/><category term='11th Monthsary'/><category term='Autumn Chub Chub'/><category term='10th Monthsary'/><category term='A Note Before Enlistment'/><category term='First Pay Day'/><category term='Accidently'/><category term='14th Monthsary'/><category term='First Day Of Work'/><category term='For Autumn Chub Chub'/><category term='1st Meeting Anniversary'/><category term='Baby 19th Birthday'/><category term='Reminiscing the Past'/><category term='Till Then'/><category term='Mother Fuckers'/><category term='About Me'/><category term='19th Monthsary'/><category term='16th Monthsary'/><category term='15th Monthsary'/><category term='The Last One'/><category term='5th Monthsary'/><category term='Perfect Sex'/><category term='Our Path Of Love'/><category term='A Note For Boyf'/><category term='8th Monthsary'/><title type='text'>INVISIBLE-LADY</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2792587681211096569/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2792587681211096569/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Madeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15559119411140645388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>274</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2792587681211096569.post-2701240429095489584</id><published>2010-10-31T20:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T20:42:23.667+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I think I die also must blog about this. About HIS good friend, GY that bastard. LOL! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This super nice guy, called me this afternoon when I was doing my checkup in hospital. I entertain him for 29 mins on the phone leh! Nice one. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything he say are just craps and rubbish.. I think he's aiming me to be his money tree, so he can shake me all he wants. Ask me about my job, my salary. Best is he's even willing to come all the way down to Tampines from Yishun just to have dinner with me. (Okay, I lie to him that I'm at home. If I say I'm at outside, he sure gonna come looking for me. Lol.) Super sweet of him right?! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I'm a young and innocent girl, I guess I'll fall for all his honey sweet words. But too bad I ain't. Muahahaha! All these sweet talking can leave it to those 16 years old xmm. I say 16 cos its the legal age for sex! ;) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh, say till sex, this Mr Nice guy wanna have fun with me on bed! Ahhhh! This is the most interesting part of the whole 29 mins of conversation. I say I'm bored, he say "If you're beside me now, I'll make sure you have fun and won't get bored". Something like that la. Never really remember what he said. Lol! I almost faint when I hear this. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One folly foolish mistake gonna ruin your whole life. I took a wrong step before and have to live in regret. But its true that time heals everything.. Even if guys are extinct in the world and he's the only one left, I swear I won't go near him!!!!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously idk why the fuck did I pick up that call. Perhaps I'm too bored while waiting and need some entertainment from ppl. Even if I did, den why am I back here blogging all these shit related to you and him? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I know you'll be reading this. Perhaps I want you to show concern to me. Perhaps I want you to know what he's telling me. Perhaps I just want you to get the hint of what he's trying to do to you. And perhaps..... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, I have a dream of you together with me. We're close like before, we've patch back and get together once again. But when I wake up, everything is just a Dream. I'm back to reality! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, what nonsense am I typing again?!?! Gonna wait for my medical report to be out and see if I'm a dying person. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; thank you friends, for saying I'm a strong girl. Madeline love YOU! :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2792587681211096569-2701240429095489584?l=invisible-lady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/feeds/2701240429095489584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-think-i-die-also-must-blog-about-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2792587681211096569/posts/default/2701240429095489584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2792587681211096569/posts/default/2701240429095489584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-think-i-die-also-must-blog-about-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Madeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15559119411140645388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2792587681211096569.post-6838366277958720646</id><published>2010-10-30T21:59:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T22:54:38.724+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I actually thought of waiting till his report to be out before deciding anything. But now, I guess I don't need anymore. I know I shouldn't give up and can't give up, but the way he treated me is really driving me up to the wall, making me going nuts. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Kasandra say is right. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"The more coldness he show you, the more you hurt.&lt;br /&gt;The more you hurt, the more you feel your love for him.&lt;br /&gt;The more you feel your love for him, all the more you want to stay with him.&lt;br /&gt;And all the more you wanna stay with him, the more he pushes you away and treat you with more coldness..." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, everything is a cycle. If I keep doing the same thing, I'll keep getting what I'll be getting and this cycle repeats. Until I do something different. A love game karma I should say? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since this is how he treated me, deleting me away from MSN and facebook 2 days ago, I know I should put a stop to everything.. I feel so pathetic, begging him to be back by my side for the past 2 weeks, yet end up everything I did is in vain. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps he hated me for pestering him. But all I want to say is, YOU DON'T HAVE THE RIGHT TO HATE ME. How much I've sacrifice and give in this relationship, I guess you know the answer better than I do.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neither will I hate you. Since you don't want me to be your girlf, I tried to be your friend. I know a friend shouldn't say "BABY, I LOVE YOU." Yet I did. Maybe this is why you don't even let me be your friend. What I get from you is "I cannot be bothered and you're nothing to me." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I won't call or pester you anymore, you must be happy right? Since this is what you want, I shall give in to you. But I'll still meet you for the last time to get back my storybook. I won't hug or hold you anymore, after taking it I'll just fuck off from your sight.. All the things I give you, keep or dump it away its all up to you. I won't take it with me cos I don't see the point anymore. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know your current girlf is not someone you love. I rather you find a girl you truly love and be together with her. Don't think too much about your health, you'll be doing well and fine. Take care friend, I know you'll be reading this. Perhaps this is my last time blogging here and I won't delete this bloggie away.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if one day you tell me "你没有爱过, 你没等过难过", I make sure I'll slap you again. Because its you who ditch me, you who don't want me, you who choose to abandon me; NOT ME. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye friend. This is what you used to say to others long time ago when I just know you and now I'm returning it back to you. &lt;em&gt;May you be happy always.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2792587681211096569-6838366277958720646?l=invisible-lady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/feeds/6838366277958720646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-actually-thought-of-waiting-till-his.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2792587681211096569/posts/default/6838366277958720646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2792587681211096569/posts/default/6838366277958720646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-actually-thought-of-waiting-till-his.html' title=''/><author><name>Madeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15559119411140645388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2792587681211096569.post-763643190140153764</id><published>2010-10-28T22:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T22:57:16.549+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can only say you're very childish. Ohwell.. But this ain't important anymore. I know you hope that I'll grand your wish, TO HATE AND FORGET ABOUT YOU. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I bet I will. I won't hate you, but I'll forget about you. Happy?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2792587681211096569-763643190140153764?l=invisible-lady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/feeds/763643190140153764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-can-only-say-youre-very-childish.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2792587681211096569/posts/default/763643190140153764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2792587681211096569/posts/default/763643190140153764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-can-only-say-youre-very-childish.html' title=''/><author><name>Madeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15559119411140645388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2792587681211096569.post-7781666875524251926</id><published>2010-10-28T21:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T21:42:32.528+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I very much wanted to blog but I'm totally worn out. Everyday is all about work and lack of sleep. But next week is then the start of the real battle. Moving on to something different. Like finally only.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2792587681211096569-7781666875524251926?l=invisible-lady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/feeds/7781666875524251926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-very-much-wanted-to-blog-but-im.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2792587681211096569/posts/default/7781666875524251926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2792587681211096569/posts/default/7781666875524251926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-very-much-wanted-to-blog-but-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Madeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15559119411140645388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2792587681211096569.post-5749198596781274835</id><published>2010-10-26T21:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T22:18:58.254+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d140/pure_madeliinee/pic13.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Day 12. &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started work yesterday! Back to the same old table, my info counter. Next week I'll move on the registration counter and so. Tml Merlin won't be around with me, so I got to fight alone. But I'm afraid. Cos things ain't the same like the past. More things to do now. One thing wierd is I'm talking very patiently on phone when calling those patients. What's wrong with me?!?! Normally I'll yell and scream! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Yishun after work today. Sorry, just can't help it. It's totally killing me. But I've promise I won't pester him. Idk if I can really do it, but I'll try.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Chub Chub, I'm glad that your daddie didn't push me away when I wanna hug him. Yes he push me twice when I tried to hold his hand. But I ain't angry with him. Cos I really don't know how to get upset or angry at him.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I can be the Autumn Chub Chub. I know if I were to put you infront of him, he'll hug you tightly. He'll never push you away. He'll never scream or yell at you. He'll love you with all his might. But too bad, I'm Madeline Goh. The girl who pester him. The girl who he think is very annoying and irritating. The girl who doesn't stand a place in his heart anymore.. All because I'm Madeline Goh... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But babylove, I'll fight for our happiness. Cos you know we need him in our life. Your daddie is irreplaceable. You and him shared the same birthday. Only you understand him most. One day if marmie failed to win this battle, please don't blame me. Cos I've tried my best to maintain this relationship. But your bond with daddie will never change. A daughter is always closest to her dad. I guess in his heart, you're always his lovely lil girl, Autumn Chub Chub.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give marmie the courage and strength to stay strong alright? Cos I don't know when I'll collapse and leave you behind all alone. Marmie health issin't very good these days. I will be going to the hospital this weekend for checkup. Yes, the place you're afraid most. The smell of medication lingers around in the air, the cries of people crying after their love ones leave them. But you don't have to worry about me, your daddie will be with you when I leave. And I know he will. Just continue giving daddie the smile and happiness like you've always given me.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If marmie were to leave, it will be after my cousin kor kor wedding. I wanna wear the yellow dress and make myself pretty. Cos this is the day I'll be Cinderella. When the clock strikes 12am, I'll turn back to my normal self again, looking so pale and restless as if soon I'll be reduce to a pack of bones. Colleagues say marmie have become slim. But they don't know what's happening to me. I can only tell them I'm trying to slim down.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby, remember to tell him I love him alot. He stand a huge space in my heart. Nobody but only him. But never tell him the lil secrets I've shared with you. Its just between the both of us. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love your marmie,&lt;br /&gt;Madeline. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d140/pure_madeliinee/GIRLS3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2792587681211096569-5749198596781274835?l=invisible-lady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/feeds/5749198596781274835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/2010/10/day-12.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2792587681211096569/posts/default/5749198596781274835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2792587681211096569/posts/default/5749198596781274835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/2010/10/day-12.html' title=''/><author><name>Madeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15559119411140645388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2792587681211096569.post-1071461885349458165</id><published>2010-10-23T21:56:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T23:57:52.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d140/pure_madeliinee/pic12.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 9. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight will be the last night I'm staying up late. Work gonna commence on Monday. So tml night I need to sleep early. I know I can't, so I'm going to eat the sleeping pill.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy, are you reading the book I bring it for you ytd? Idk if you've finish reading the previous time. I also don't know why I bring that book for you, but hope you read it again alright? That "present" I'm giving that bastard, before passing it to him, remember to give it back to me. There're still things I wanna say to him.. =) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm stitting infront of the laptop blogging, I don't know what to type. I'm already lost for words. Everyday I can only think of why are you treating me like this? WHY?!.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You choose to leave at this point when you needed me. You choose to scream and yell at me just wanting me to hate you. You want me to pretend that I've never meet you in the first place. You want me to never look back. You..... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you feel upset and hurt when you say all these to me. You're force to say it under such circumstances. But if I'm you, I won't do or say such things. Cos at this point of time, I really need love and concern from my closed ones. But you rather suffer and swallow all your sorrows alone. Don't you think you're selfish? Have you spare a thought for others who love you?.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say you don't love me, you cannot be bothered. Yes, you don't love me, but you never say you hate me. When I hug or kiss you, you didn't brush me away. Yes, you cannot be bothered. But I know you still yearn for it right? You're waiting for me to take the first step. Cos you know, you can't hold me like the past anymore.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you try to torture me, why did you stop in the end? You can choose not to stop and continue doing it. Cos you know I'm in pain, you don't have the heart to see me suffer when I didn't even scream a word out. I know you still care and love me.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not I want to bhb say all these, but its the fact that you never ever want to admit. Cos you say I know 70% of you, the remaining 30% is a mystery. Compare yourself. A girlf who is together with you for 20 months can understand 70% of you whereas a bastard who claim to be your "brother" who know you for 7 years understand only 20 or 30% of you. Tssssk!~ How pathetic it is. Give me more time and I'll understand that remaining 30%.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think you understand me, you think that I'll cry because of how you treated me. But you're so damn wrong! Idk since when I've become numb already. The Madeline you see now is different from the past. If this thing were to happen in the past, I'll cry and whine like nobody business.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today, she is a strong girl and won't cry because of these setbacks. I learn it all from you. Before you play this game of Karma, you say you gonna be a dog who bite and doesn't let go. Now I'm returning this phrase back to you. I'm going to bite onto this relationship and never let go. You bite onto that bastard and bitch, while I bite you. Well, what goes around comes around. You can avoid me all you want, but you should know I'm good in giving surprises.. ;) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh, just to let you know, I've deleted your "girlf" in my facebook. And my profile setting is very private. Those not in my friend list can't see what I've posted on my wall. Her friend tried to add me, but I reject it straight. Now when ppl add me, I'll be very careful of who and who not to accept. So these ppl who may be spy won't have the chance to see all those things I've posted up. No worries. Everything I do, is all for you and that bastard who wanted to be my friend in facebook so badly.. ^^ &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Its better to lose your pride with someone you love, rather than lose that someone with your useless pride." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d140/pure_madeliinee/GIRLS2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2792587681211096569-1071461885349458165?l=invisible-lady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/feeds/1071461885349458165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/2010/10/day-9.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2792587681211096569/posts/default/1071461885349458165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2792587681211096569/posts/default/1071461885349458165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/2010/10/day-9.html' title=''/><author><name>Madeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15559119411140645388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2792587681211096569.post-50504210512299114</id><published>2010-10-22T20:58:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T22:32:12.825+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d140/pure_madeliinee/pic1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Day 8. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 Oct midnight, I know you're at home. Your MSN &amp;amp; facebook is online. I called you many many times, but you didn't pick up. I used my brother's hp to call, you pick up and shouted YES MADELINE GOH, what you want?!?! You seems reluctant to talk to me. Giving me that same kind of cold shoulder and attitude once again.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After this, you text me saying you want to end our relationship. I beg you not to leave me, but you still remain standing in your own shoes. You keep saying I don't trust you, but does the things you do let me trust? You book out from camp, didn't even bother to text or call telling me about it. No matter how I beg, you still wanna breakup with me. I'm fine with it, cos I know you're saying angry words at that time. No tears roll down my cheeks, just a smile on my face. I'm very calm at that point of time. I know you won't leave me for no reason, &amp;amp; my guess is right. Something is amiss.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ring up Sugar the next day and she hinted me things. The whole world wants me to leave you, but she's the only person who speaks up for you. This make my guess even more accruate. You can lie to the whole world, but not me. I know you too well boy. You're smart, but sometimes I'm even smarter than you.. ;) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is wrong with your body now idk. I went to find you in the afternoon, you're also not willing to breath a word out to me. What happen in your house I shall not talk about it, just forget about everything I did to you and what you did to me. Because what left behind are just pain and tears.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I very much wanted to take back my helmet, you don't allow. You say you want to keep memory of my helmet because of the blings you stick. I will never forget that day, you took almost 2 hours just to stick those blings for me. I know you hadn't forgotten about it too.. You threw all the things I gave you on my lap, but I throw it back to the sofa. That's not the things I want to take you know? All I want is my helmet, because that belongs to ME ONLY. I will never ever allow that bitch to use it. Understand?! Since you say I'm the only girl who can wear that helmet, I trust you, I put it back.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I gave you that bracelet which engraved you and my name. One day when you're back to my side, I want you to wear it for me. So please safekeep it with you boy. Before I leave your place, I rub medical oil on your tummie, place the beansprout pillow on it. That's the least I can do for you. Boy, promise me you'll take good care of yourself without me by your side alright? Cos it just hurts to see you suffering in pain silently. Being your girlf', I feel so helpless and hopeless. I can't even help you with anything when you choose to brush me aside. Now I hope Sugar will be there to help you. She understand your condition most. Or should I say she's the only one who understand your condition now? While I only can sit back and do nothing, watching you suffer in pain.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since you don't want me to be your girlf, den I shall be your best friend. A friend that stay and never leave, a friend that is willing to go thru those ups and downs with you. You won't be that heartless to reject me being your best friend right? Boy, I'm just a call away. If you need help, just ring me up alright?... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though now I'm just a friend, but I still want to say this. No matter what, our love have never change at all. I'm still waiting for you, waiting for you to hug and protect me like how you used to. Yes, I may be feeling numb now. But I know I love you and this is the fact. I just hope you'll be like the past, always full of smiles and laughters. You know I'm waiting...... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to update my blog on a daily basis. I want you to know what I'm doing every single day. How much I yearn to be by your side yet I can't. How much I miss and love you but I can't say out to the world. So I can only rant on my blog. I know you're reading it. Our relationship is not a drama show, its love. Outsiders won't understand what we're going thru now.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14 Feb '09, you took my heart away. You promise not to leave, but now... Hiax. We may not be married in the eyes of law, but in my heart we're already married. I know you still love me, that's why I didn't give up &amp;amp; I will never give up. The more you try pushing me away, the more I want to stick with you. Sorry, I won't leave at this point of time when you needed me most. Just remember; I'm A PART of you, not APART from you. You ain't a burden to me, you're my dearest boyf. So stop thinking that you're a burden to me. COS I SAY YOU AIN'T MEANS YOU AIN'T. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"How am I suppose to forget everything we had if you left so many things behind for me to remember?" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There're 30 ways to treat a girl. Everytime I update my blog, I'll post one picture up in numeric order. Hope till the end of 30 days after I've posted up all the images, you're back by my side. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d140/pure_madeliinee/GIRLS1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2792587681211096569-50504210512299114?l=invisible-lady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/feeds/50504210512299114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/2010/10/day-8.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2792587681211096569/posts/default/50504210512299114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2792587681211096569/posts/default/50504210512299114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/2010/10/day-8.html' title=''/><author><name>Madeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15559119411140645388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2792587681211096569.post-4429319062181036091</id><published>2010-10-19T22:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T23:46:49.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Day 5. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I can't anyhow post things on fb, den I shall rant everything here. Baby, I know you will see this. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is day 5 since you started this game. Though its only 5 days, why do I feel that months have past? You know I want this game to end fast, you know I hate ppl coming into our r/s. But why must we play this game? I find it tiring and childish. You're back in camp now. I thought tonight I can have a good talk with you about that bastard. I guess he know about the MSN I added him is a fake account so he keep pestering me about my email today. I really don't know what to do now. I SMS you to call me asap in the afternoon, I never thought you will call. But when at night I SMS and bomb your phone, why you didn't pick up at all? I'm really hurt and upset. Yet I got to console myself and say perhaps its your backache killing you again. So you popped some painkillers and have a early night. Other than this, I can't find any other reasons or excuses alrdy. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you want me to trust you, but sometimes the jealous and sour feeling is just there. You and her lovely dovey, while me get kick and thrown aside. Got to fake up a story that I'm in love with another guy for her to see. Worst is trying to por the lanpa of a cb kia. I swear this feeling is horrible. Your hot and cold attitude towards me, idk which is real and fake. You say our love line is temporary snap off. When everything is over, you'll tie it back again. But when will this time come? Sometimes tears swell up in my eyes, but I won't let them flow. When my tummie hurts day and night, I dare not complain like how I used to. Cos I'm a brave girl. You don't like to see me crying like a big baby, so I can only swallow the tears down my throat. And I did everything for the sake of you. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today morning I receive a call from SHP HR. I'll be starting work next mon. Finally I'm out of the house working again. Till then, I won't have time to entertain this cb kia. I just hope this sat we can settle things once and for all. I don't have the energy to play anymore. I'm going to put my heart on working, thinking of thousand and one ways to tackle the nasty patients. Because I heard feedback that nowadays the patients are worst than before. So at the end of the day I'll be tired after fighting a war of screaming and getting scolded by them. And we're suppose to save up!! Where has this plan gone to?! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you bee. Still the same words. All I want is this game to end asap and you to return by my side.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2792587681211096569-4429319062181036091?l=invisible-lady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/feeds/4429319062181036091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/2010/10/day-5.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2792587681211096569/posts/default/4429319062181036091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2792587681211096569/posts/default/4429319062181036091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/2010/10/day-5.html' title=''/><author><name>Madeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15559119411140645388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2792587681211096569.post-8382349243169670587</id><published>2010-10-19T00:40:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T23:49:27.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JUST HOW LONG MORE MUST WE PLAY THIS GAME? I'M TIRED ALRDY. I JUST WANT YOU &amp;amp; NOTHING ELSE. I HATE THEM, FUCKING HATE THEM!! THEY COME INTO OUR LIFE FOR NOTHING AND RUIN IT. NOW YOU'RE HER "BOYF"AND I'M TRYING HARD TO MAKE THE BASTARD TO FALL IN "LOVE" WITH ME, BUT DIFFICULT ONLY! GRRR..!! THAT BASTARD WILL GET HIS KARMA SOON. I WILL STILL BE THE FEMALE LEAD BECAUSE I'M YOUR ONLY RIGHTFULLY GIRLF, NOT HER. BUT I AIN'T ENTERTAINING HIM ANYMORE. I SWEAR HE'S PURE IRRITATING. THOSE SWEET SMS I SEND HIM MAKES MY HAIR STAND AND WANNA PUKE. NO WONDER I KEEP HAVING THE FEELING OF PUKING WHEN I AIN'T PREGNANT, SO THIS IS THE REASON. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RECRUIT TOH, WHEN ARE YOU COMING BACK TO MY SIDE AGAIN?!?!?!?!?! ME MISS YOU TILL WANNA COMMIT SUISIDE LIAO LUH!!!!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;GAME OVER,&lt;/span&gt; (which means this karma game has ended alrdy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ENGAGED TO YOU!&lt;/span&gt; (on fb! delete your current r/s status away &amp;amp; engaged to me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SURPRISE FOR HIM,&lt;/span&gt; (that "diary" I specially prepared for him)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&amp;amp; SAY BYEBYE TO THEM!&lt;/span&gt; (yesss, nvr contact this 2 person anymore!!!!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2792587681211096569-8382349243169670587?l=invisible-lady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/feeds/8382349243169670587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/2010/10/just-how-long-more-must-we-play-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2792587681211096569/posts/default/8382349243169670587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2792587681211096569/posts/default/8382349243169670587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/2010/10/just-how-long-more-must-we-play-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Madeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15559119411140645388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2792587681211096569.post-7504217128092940578</id><published>2010-10-18T01:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T01:45:51.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hope you like the beansprout po po, I specially customize it for you. Yes, World's most amazing boyfriend is YOU! ♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2792587681211096569-7504217128092940578?l=invisible-lady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/feeds/7504217128092940578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/2010/10/missing-him-million-yet-cannot-say-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2792587681211096569/posts/default/7504217128092940578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2792587681211096569/posts/default/7504217128092940578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/2010/10/missing-him-million-yet-cannot-say-out.html' title=''/><author><name>Madeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15559119411140645388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2792587681211096569.post-7457609478706874392</id><published>2010-10-14T22:14:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T01:41:49.451+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Madelineeeee! Why are you so stupid? Yes, he's angry with you saying that 5 letters word. But he's even more angry with that bastard. Things sorted out today, now you know the whole story. You showed him your 8 treasure box, give him the things you always forget to pass him and show the stuffs that are owned by you and him. Glad that he still remember it. He even snatch your 8 treasure box away and keep it for himself. Grrrr! Of cos returning those things back to you. Now you have a big problem keeping these things alrdy. But of cos when you see the smile, you know its priceless. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cross stitch you make last year stating "Madeline love HongSiang", he treats it like his love amulet. He even ask you to walk a few blocks away and help him laminate it. You complain about the hot sun and was very reluctant to go, yet you still did. Knowing that he still care and love you, there's nothing to worry anymore. Once bitten, twice shy. He's like a fragile glass bottle. So stop breaking it anymore pleaseeeee. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is a game. Hope this game will KO soon. Cos 人生就像一场戏. =) &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm A PART of you, not APART from you." - Madeline. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2792587681211096569-7457609478706874392?l=invisible-lady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/feeds/7457609478706874392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/2010/10/madelineeeee-why-are-you-so-stupid-yes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2792587681211096569/posts/default/7457609478706874392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2792587681211096569/posts/default/7457609478706874392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/2010/10/madelineeeee-why-are-you-so-stupid-yes.html' title=''/><author><name>Madeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15559119411140645388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2792587681211096569.post-8188680959906312120</id><published>2010-10-14T00:00:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T00:44:32.862+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='20th Monthsary'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Happy 20 months, Baby. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I know, you can't be happy right now. Neither can I. I really regretted saying the 5 letters word to you, but regretting can't turn back time. The foundation we build for 20 months, I've ruin everything single handedly. So what if I took painkillers to numb myself or drink to get drunk? I guess nobody will pity me but laugh at me for being stupid.. What I wanna tell you, I'll leave it later in the afternoon. Everything has changed, but my love for you still remain strong like before. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Yes, you have a dark side.&lt;br /&gt;You offer no remorse nor excuse for the most sinister act you did to anyone, anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, YOU SHOW ABSOLUTELY NO REMORSE..&lt;br /&gt;Cos now I finally understand what this mean.. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Boy, I &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; you too.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2792587681211096569-8188680959906312120?l=invisible-lady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/feeds/8188680959906312120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/2010/10/happy-20-months-baby.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2792587681211096569/posts/default/8188680959906312120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2792587681211096569/posts/default/8188680959906312120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/2010/10/happy-20-months-baby.html' title=''/><author><name>Madeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15559119411140645388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2792587681211096569.post-4673345993886949637</id><published>2010-10-11T22:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T23:00:27.132+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yesterday and today I feel as if I'm fighting a battle with boyf. Long story to begin with. But we're doing fine anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don't claim to be our 'friend' if you wanna harm us. You freaky bastard. Pretending to be 'nice' infront of us but shooting arrows behind our backs. I hope you'll get AIDS by fucking and cheating so much girls. Totally disgusted by your acts. One day karma will fall on you. 不是不报，时间未到!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2792587681211096569-4673345993886949637?l=invisible-lady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/feeds/4673345993886949637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/2010/10/yesterday-and-today-i-feel-as-if-im.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2792587681211096569/posts/default/4673345993886949637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2792587681211096569/posts/default/4673345993886949637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/2010/10/yesterday-and-today-i-feel-as-if-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Madeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15559119411140645388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2792587681211096569.post-6842804201120376085</id><published>2010-10-10T22:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T23:10:26.398+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today is 10.10.2010. &amp;amp; I wanna get married on 12.12.2012. One day before my 21st. LOL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2792587681211096569-6842804201120376085?l=invisible-lady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/feeds/6842804201120376085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/2010/10/today-is-10.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2792587681211096569/posts/default/6842804201120376085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2792587681211096569/posts/default/6842804201120376085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/2010/10/today-is-10.html' title=''/><author><name>Madeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15559119411140645388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2792587681211096569.post-2816308008787612527</id><published>2010-10-09T00:00:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T01:07:32.942+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby 20th N Chub&apos;s 1st Birthday'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Its 9 Oct again! Happy 20th to Baby and 1 year to Autumn Chub Chub!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Baby, I don't think I can celebrate your big day with you. Think you'll be in camp since you only book in just this morning. This year no expensive present, cos damn broke alrdy. But prepared something for you. Should be able to get it next week or the week after. And its customized! Ya, you should know I super love customized things that can't get from outside. Cos you're my one and only so we should share one and only stuffs. Say this like abit mushy. But heck care uh. Its your birthday right?! Heehee! ♥♥ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Lil Chub Chub, its your first birthday! You've been thru ups and downs with me for a year. Even though ppl may think you're just a normal soft toy, but to me you're my beautiful girl. I wouldn't have make it for the past one year without you. I love euu sweetie!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2792587681211096569-2816308008787612527?l=invisible-lady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/feeds/2816308008787612527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/2010/10/its-9-oct-again-happy-20th-to-baby-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2792587681211096569/posts/default/2816308008787612527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2792587681211096569/posts/default/2816308008787612527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/2010/10/its-9-oct-again-happy-20th-to-baby-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Madeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15559119411140645388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2792587681211096569.post-5038562749017261270</id><published>2010-10-07T00:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T01:02:35.185+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Baby had RTA AGAIN last night. Yes, again! He always love to give me heartattack. Thank God not much damage on the bike, only mirror and the meter has scratches. If not we gonna have headache again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He make me wait 5 hours for nothing this week when he's out buying things. Plus 4 hours at KTPH today. He's busy playing with my iPhone and I sit there do bo lan. Never talk to me still must push him around. Sua! What makes me more tulan is he drop my phone on the floor. When he's well I'm going to fuck him upside down. Fuck him, fuck him, fuck him!!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2792587681211096569-5038562749017261270?l=invisible-lady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/feeds/5038562749017261270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/2010/10/baby-had-rta-again-last-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2792587681211096569/posts/default/5038562749017261270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2792587681211096569/posts/default/5038562749017261270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/2010/10/baby-had-rta-again-last-night.html' title=''/><author><name>Madeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15559119411140645388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2792587681211096569.post-6902816149368276940</id><published>2010-10-04T22:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T00:03:00.691+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I never did expect things are so serious. Get well soon, baby. I want to see a healthy you again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2792587681211096569-6902816149368276940?l=invisible-lady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/feeds/6902816149368276940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-never-did-expect-things-are-so.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2792587681211096569/posts/default/6902816149368276940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2792587681211096569/posts/default/6902816149368276940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-never-did-expect-things-are-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Madeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15559119411140645388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2792587681211096569.post-4745096635463164660</id><published>2010-10-01T18:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T18:28:03.957+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy Children's Day! HOHOHO!~ Its been 7 years since my last children's day. Feel so old already. Hitting 2's next year. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2792587681211096569-4745096635463164660?l=invisible-lady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/feeds/4745096635463164660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/2010/10/happy-childrens-day-hohoho-its-been-7.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2792587681211096569/posts/default/4745096635463164660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2792587681211096569/posts/default/4745096635463164660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/2010/10/happy-childrens-day-hohoho-its-been-7.html' title=''/><author><name>Madeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15559119411140645388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2792587681211096569.post-1430049804610985253</id><published>2010-09-29T01:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T01:29:16.188+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I hope SHP HR will call me asap. I'm dying and growing mushroom at home. Going to have a long weekend with Recruit Toh but no money to go out. Tmd. I think we'll spend our time at hospital. No wonder NS guys love to cao geng MC. Cos they simply can spend the whole day at hospital and polyc since its free when they flash their 11B card. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2792587681211096569-1430049804610985253?l=invisible-lady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/feeds/1430049804610985253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-hope-shp-hr-will-call-me-asap.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2792587681211096569/posts/default/1430049804610985253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2792587681211096569/posts/default/1430049804610985253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-hope-shp-hr-will-call-me-asap.html' title=''/><author><name>Madeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15559119411140645388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2792587681211096569.post-896918988867100251</id><published>2010-09-27T23:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T01:20:37.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Baby says he'll be booking out on thur evening. This issin't something to get excited about. The best thing is he says we're going to take the train. Like finally only! So I thought of blogging some interesting facts about our precious 2 wheels transport. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making boyf who is use to riding bike as his transport to take the MRT is definitely not easy. He will come out with excuses like I don't want to stand behind the yellow line, train always very crowded.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A two way fare to town for both can add up to $4+ to $5. But if we're travelling on bike, we spend a few dollars on petrol (idk how to caculate the petrol part). Perhaps ERP if we're going on peak hours. Different ERP gantry different rates. So we always try to siam the peak hours. But ERP at Orchard Road cannot be siam! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next is parking. For bikes there is always a privellage of squeezing in the carpark barrers at some shopping centers so you get to enjoy free parking. And we must always find a sutiable parking place. There's once we park at a very rundown wulu building at Chinatown. We were about to leave for shopping but somehow doesn't feel safe so we went to park at another building. Baby is always very particular about the places he park his bike. Cos his afriad bike will be damage or get stolen. His bad habit! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time we will always go for night rounding to kill time. Sometimes nua at Yishun Dam, a ride around the perimeter of Changi Airport or sometimes to places for supper. The worst place is Guillemard. For those who doesn't know where, its our redlight district Geylang. We always say Guillemard instead of Geylang cos it sound nicer. The whole strech of Gelyang from Lor 4 to 44 is horrible I swear. Ppl cross the roads blindly, even drivers drive recklessly. Bth lor. If we ride pass the prositude brothels, I will always try to peep inside but those stupid walls outside always block my view. They call these brothels as fishtank. Lol! Okay, I know its wrong to post about these. But to me its intresting leh! =P &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supper time! Jalan Kayu or Simpang Bedok for roti prata, Bedok 85 for bar chor mee. But best is having ice cream at Yishun Dam. Kind of sick for having supper at these place. Next time we should go to Upper Thomson for supper, but not sure if it open till late night. Hmm... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sin Ming Road for prawning. Marina Barrage to see night lights. Sengkang for kite flying. Lim Chu Kang goat farm. Botanic garden for picnic. Mandai zoo on your birthday. Btw if you visit the zoo on your birthday, you'll get free admission! JB to get navel studs, tattoo and supper. Shall have ramily burger and satay! When we've save enough, we'll go up to KL for shopping spree. Sure know how to enjoy lifeeee. Tsssk!.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2792587681211096569-896918988867100251?l=invisible-lady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/feeds/896918988867100251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/2010/09/baby-says-hell-be-booking-out-on-thur.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2792587681211096569/posts/default/896918988867100251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2792587681211096569/posts/default/896918988867100251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/2010/09/baby-says-hell-be-booking-out-on-thur.html' title=''/><author><name>Madeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15559119411140645388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2792587681211096569.post-678478586759073916</id><published>2010-09-26T23:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T01:47:00.528+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Like I've said to myself, don't get too excited about going to Jb. Baby can't get hold of his passport and last min delaying of time, so we didn't make it there. We burn the whole sat afternoon watching movies. Everything just cock up. :'( And the blur me left my mp3 at his house. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2792587681211096569-678478586759073916?l=invisible-lady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/feeds/678478586759073916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/2010/09/like-ive-said-to-myself-dont-get-too.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2792587681211096569/posts/default/678478586759073916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2792587681211096569/posts/default/678478586759073916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/2010/09/like-ive-said-to-myself-dont-get-too.html' title=''/><author><name>Madeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15559119411140645388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2792587681211096569.post-7307951744898107490</id><published>2010-09-23T22:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T23:13:05.521+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Baby says we may be going to Jb this sat! Better not get too excited first just in case last min back out. But we ain't hitting the shopping malls cos he's afraid his bike will get stolen. Zzz.&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/2792587681211096569-7307951744898107490?l=invisible-lady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/feeds/7307951744898107490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/2010/09/baby-says-we-may-be-going-to-jb-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2792587681211096569/posts/default/7307951744898107490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2792587681211096569/posts/default/7307951744898107490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/2010/09/baby-says-we-may-be-going-to-jb-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Madeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15559119411140645388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2792587681211096569.post-3071517515699062774</id><published>2010-09-21T22:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T00:37:16.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Baby and Chubchub birthday is approaching soon.. Sweety, its almost a year since mummie have you. Soon you'll be turning 1 year old. Big girl alrdy. Still my favourite lil girl. ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think baby miss her alot too. During his first book out, he shouted Chubchub instead of Doudou when he's infront of him. Funny boy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2792587681211096569-3071517515699062774?l=invisible-lady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/feeds/3071517515699062774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-love-my-botak-recruit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2792587681211096569/posts/default/3071517515699062774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2792587681211096569/posts/default/3071517515699062774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-love-my-botak-recruit.html' title=''/><author><name>Madeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15559119411140645388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2792587681211096569.post-7632770299415868857</id><published>2010-09-16T23:22:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T04:15:26.139+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;On the phone with Recruit H.S Toh just now, and I die also must blog about this. Make him laugh till all his teeth drop when he see it. :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He say his platoon had a lil night walking exercise in the forest just now so they will be familar with the place when they had the 6 days field camp trip. For some reason he's the last man, holding onto the walkie talkie so can communicate with the upper hand. Must be the walkie talkie in army camp look like hp and too high tech alrdy. He say he keep pressing the buttons &lt;em&gt;(so I assume it looks like hp)&lt;/em&gt; trying to call me!! So the upstairs ppl bth the 'tuh tuh' sound he's pressing and ask him why he keep pressing. His answer is "I want to try using this walkie talkie to call my girlf." Then they ask him drop 40 if I never hear wrongly. Cos busy clearing my blocked nose. LOL! Recruit, you think walkie talkie your house cordless phone arh?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jitao bth! Don't know to laugh or cry. My head drop down 3 lines when he tell this to me. But I didn't laugh anyway. Tml evening picking up this Recruit from Pasir Ris. The first thing I'll do when I see him is to knock some senses into his brain. Very cheeky! Dare to play this kind of thing in camp. Not scared cannot book out uh huh?!?!?!!? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tissue prata again tml night? Hohoho! &amp;amp; guess baby gonna faint when he saw the heading. When did I become a sergeant? Muahaha! Wanted to be Incek, or issit spelled as Inchek? Whatever is it, girls should always be at a higher rank than a guy. Unless SAF promote you, den I'll change your rank. Tssssssskk!~ &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2792587681211096569-7632770299415868857?l=invisible-lady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/feeds/7632770299415868857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/2010/09/on-phone-with-baby-just-now-cannot.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2792587681211096569/posts/default/7632770299415868857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2792587681211096569/posts/default/7632770299415868857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/2010/09/on-phone-with-baby-just-now-cannot.html' title=''/><author><name>Madeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15559119411140645388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2792587681211096569.post-4759916708337897488</id><published>2010-09-16T02:15:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T03:18:00.549+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i291.photobucket.com/albums/ll289/gomesdv/iphone4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got my iPhone 4 alrdy! But this particular damn phone has a blue line in the screen when switch on. So later I'll need to go all the way to com center for 1 to 1 exchange. How lucky I am! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best thing that ever happen is when lovely boyf reply your sweet talk sms which he NEVER bother to reply in the past. I think he liang xin fa xian alrdy. Heeeh! This is the 3rd week and I still cannot accept the fact that you went to army. :( &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope, pray and wish that I can ink my ankle before work commence. Cos I don't want to keep scratching or tahan the itchness during work when the skin peel off. I swear I'm going to numb myself first before inking. Don't wanna be a laughing stock again. Don't wanna pinch baby, bite Chub Chub ears or scream in pain again. Ink, why are you addictive? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2792587681211096569-4759916708337897488?l=invisible-lady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/feeds/4759916708337897488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/2010/09/got-my-iphone-4-alrdy-but-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2792587681211096569/posts/default/4759916708337897488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2792587681211096569/posts/default/4759916708337897488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/2010/09/got-my-iphone-4-alrdy-but-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Madeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15559119411140645388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2792587681211096569.post-65894711300980659</id><published>2010-09-15T01:33:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T02:14:12.269+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;1. My body check at SHP HQ will be postpone to next tue cos big aunt visited me. So can't do urine test. Idk why must do body check. And blood test, I swear I'll faint on the spot. When was the last time I did blood test? I think 12 years old. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I'm going to teh my dad later till he buy iPhone for me. Its only $60 after the Youth porting over discount. I waited this day for a damn fucking long time alrdy. Go everywhere also NO STOCK. Finally got stock, how can I don't get it right? Plus I need the unlimited sms! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. First time boyf called me at 10.30pm. Making me bomb his phone with sms and missed calls. Thought they confiscate his phone away. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Baby says he lost 1.7kg over his booked out days. I wonder how he did it. Plus we had a piece of tissue prata for supper on sat night. I think must be the bed wrestling. Too fierce alrdy! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Sat we'll be going over to Sugar's 21st Birthday chalet. Poor boy got to bite his teeth looking at me eating those fatty food. Hahaha! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. My lil red passport is rotting alrdy. Baby, faster leh! I want to buy navel studs and see the ang mor. And you say JB food very nice and cheap. We very long nvr eat supper le hor? Tssssk! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Ohyesss, called up Tekong just now and thank God the parcel issin't missing. I spend hours, effort and alot of money to do it. How can I have such a blur boyf who gave me the wrong company name?! Field camp trip in Oct uh. Very good! But hope it doesn't fall on your birthday. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Everyday routine. Sleep between 5 till 6am. Wake up in the afternoon do nothing. Eating only a meal per day. Using lappy at night. So lifeless! I wanna work asap!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Why can't weekdays move a lil faster, weekends a lil slower? Best to let time stop for a moment when you and me are spending tgt. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Its 2.10am now. Wondering what I'm going to do next. Boring!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2792587681211096569-65894711300980659?l=invisible-lady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/feeds/65894711300980659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/2010/09/1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2792587681211096569/posts/default/65894711300980659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2792587681211096569/posts/default/65894711300980659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/2010/09/1.html' title=''/><author><name>Madeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15559119411140645388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2792587681211096569.post-4222255172940909560</id><published>2010-09-14T00:20:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T02:13:44.897+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='19th Monthsary'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Today marks chapter 19 of our love. Boy, you're just like the fairytales in storybook. ♥ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Hope you hadn't forget about it even though you're in camp. I promise to stop missing you for a moment since you're complaining about having a bad flu. Don't understand why you're so prone to sickness in Tekong. I think I can take care of you better than them. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;All thanks to your prayers, SHP HR called me today confirming me to be full time PSA @ Sk polyc. Finally I'm out to work again. For 10 days I'm at home rotting growing mushroom. At this rate, I think I'll die of depression. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2792587681211096569-4222255172940909560?l=invisible-lady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/feeds/4222255172940909560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/2010/09/today-marks-our-19th-month.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2792587681211096569/posts/default/4222255172940909560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2792587681211096569/posts/default/4222255172940909560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/2010/09/today-marks-our-19th-month.html' title=''/><author><name>Madeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15559119411140645388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2792587681211096569.post-8493610816855779467</id><published>2010-09-13T03:03:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T04:50:55.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Upon his arrival to Tekong, he gave me a text and then followed by a call. When I hear his voice, my eyes started to swell and rain heavily again. My tears get worst when he ask me to stop crying and be a good girl with that gentle voice he can ever give. Urgh! Why am I so weak? Guess I'm still not use to this kind of life. Plus I'm jobless now. It gives me more time to think alot of nonsense. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;His mummie always tell me, if you really love him, den you should wait for him. When he finishes his army, you both can do whatever you want. Whether its of signing papers or accidently short gun, nobody can interfer anymore cos your have reach the legal age alrdy. So for the time being, earning money is the most impt thing... I understand her kind intention and if my mum can ever have this kind of thinking, I'll be very happy. Too bad, she DOESN'T. She's still living in her oldies world. Wonder will she strangle me to death if I tell her I'm pregnant now. But I ain't. Cause big aunt just come and visit me. Tssssk!. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2792587681211096569-8493610816855779467?l=invisible-lady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/feeds/8493610816855779467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/2010/09/upon-his-arrival-to-tekong-he-gave-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2792587681211096569/posts/default/8493610816855779467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2792587681211096569/posts/default/8493610816855779467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/2010/09/upon-his-arrival-to-tekong-he-gave-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Madeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15559119411140645388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2792587681211096569.post-5544895719731660460</id><published>2010-09-12T19:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T19:29:18.925+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I really don't know how I struggle through the 14 days without baby. But I still did it. The 3 days with him is awesome! Thank god now I'll only need to endure for a week. Phew~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2792587681211096569-5544895719731660460?l=invisible-lady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/feeds/5544895719731660460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-really-dont-know-how-i-struggle.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2792587681211096569/posts/default/5544895719731660460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2792587681211096569/posts/default/5544895719731660460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-really-dont-know-how-i-struggle.html' title=''/><author><name>Madeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15559119411140645388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2792587681211096569.post-8514147644196899733</id><published>2010-09-08T00:53:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T02:45:51.494+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Karma'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i231.photobucket.com/albums/ee292/lex_suicideglamour/Karma.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;善有善报，恶有恶报，不是不报，时间未到 - 因果报应。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;What goes around comes around what goes up must come down - &lt;em&gt;Karma.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Karma,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; this is what I believe. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song Karma by Alicia Keys play thru my playlist and I can't help repeating it. Yes, karma. Suddenly so interested in it till I went to do research and found this on wikipedia. Baby last time use to tell me all these in the past. Hope he still remembers it! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;The 4 noble truth. &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The noble truth that is suffering.&lt;br /&gt;2. The noble truth that is arising of suffering.&lt;br /&gt;3. The noble truth that is the end of suffering.&lt;br /&gt;4. The noble truth that is the way leading to the end of suffering. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he will say it in (can't really remember but should be something like this.) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What is suffering?&lt;br /&gt;2. What is the cause of suffering?&lt;br /&gt;3. How to end suffering?&lt;br /&gt;4. Erm, this one Idk how to put in words. Shld be something like what leads to end of suffering? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;The 5 Buddhism precepts.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. To refrain from killing life. (Murder)&lt;br /&gt;2. To refrain from taking that which is not given. (Stealing)&lt;br /&gt;3. To refrain from sensual misconduct. (Adultry)&lt;br /&gt;4. To refrain from lying.&lt;br /&gt;5. To refrain from intoxicants. (Alcohol &amp;amp; drugs) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All very chim I know! But it does make senses. I know to most ppl the cannot be forgiven thing is Adultry and Murder. Lol! Not forgetting his dinosaur story he use to say in the past. Bth! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for that ass who loves to twist and turn his words so much, may karma befall on you! Plus I think you ever commit adultry before.. Tsk! Tsk! Oh well, good luck in your future life. And if you're ever womaninzing, hope you'll stop to being a womaninzer old man! Treat your wife and kids well. I know you won't know and won't be reading. But this is my kind words for you sincerly deep down in my heart. :D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2792587681211096569-8514147644196899733?l=invisible-lady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/feeds/8514147644196899733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/2010/09/what-goes-around-comes-around-what-goes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2792587681211096569/posts/default/8514147644196899733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2792587681211096569/posts/default/8514147644196899733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/2010/09/what-goes-around-comes-around-what-goes.html' title=''/><author><name>Madeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15559119411140645388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2792587681211096569.post-2605315619230955705</id><published>2010-09-06T23:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T00:09:09.168+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Dear love will be taking the ferry back to Singapore this thur at 4.30pm. Reach Pasir Ris should be around 5.30pm if there's no delay since there're so many guys coming back. Excited to see him, but even more excited to eat the Godiva dark chocolates I got for him. He's afraid that I'll finish up everything before he's back so he doesn't allow me to even open up and smell. (-.-'') But I really tempted to eat lor! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Went back to Sk polyc for interview in the morning. The aircon sure can make you freeze! Finally its cold! Super happy to see all the ex colleagues. Looking forward working with them again. Hope I can secure a place there. *Pray hard* &amp;amp; they tell me the patients are even more nasty now than in the past. *Faints!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2792587681211096569-2605315619230955705?l=invisible-lady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/feeds/2605315619230955705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/2010/09/dear-love-will-be-taking-ferry-back-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2792587681211096569/posts/default/2605315619230955705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2792587681211096569/posts/default/2605315619230955705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/2010/09/dear-love-will-be-taking-ferry-back-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Madeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15559119411140645388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2792587681211096569.post-7646526527326725781</id><published>2010-09-04T23:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T01:16:11.241+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d140/pure_madeliinee/anklettattoo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;After we clear all debts, I swear I'm going to ink my ankle with anklet design. So I'll save the trouble of getting anklets anymore. Teehee! Confirm chioooo lahhh! ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2792587681211096569-7646526527326725781?l=invisible-lady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/feeds/7646526527326725781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/2010/09/after-we-clear-all-debts-i-swear-im.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2792587681211096569/posts/default/7646526527326725781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2792587681211096569/posts/default/7646526527326725781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/2010/09/after-we-clear-all-debts-i-swear-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Madeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15559119411140645388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2792587681211096569.post-1249883478380093466</id><published>2010-09-03T00:37:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T01:46:12.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Dear love, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;You must be the sweetest pea pie ever! Instead of scolding me about the $450, you even offer to lend your hands out to help me despite we being very poor now. Ya, sacrificing your army allowance helping the helpless me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I know I shouldn't be picking or fussy about jobs. When the opportunity comes, I have to go and grab it. For my past 2 jobs, you're always encouraging me not to give up. Or is it that now you're in the army, I lost a pair of lending hands that's why I fell so hard? I know to many, this is just one lame excuse I make up to cover my wrong doing sins. But some things can't be forced you know? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;My 'lending hands' left me for 2 weeks. One week is down, another more to go. I hope I can go through this battle again. Because you didn't leave me this long before. The first few nights when you went in, I cried helplessly to sleep. Having insomnia every night is a torture. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;What I regretted most is those few days before you are enlisted, my nasty foul temper come finding me again. I know I treated you like mad shit when I shouldn't. Yet you still put up with me... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Now and then when I miss you terribly, I'll sit at the spot where we always settle down and have a stick. I guess the wall pillars there know I'm lonely. Be it day or night, the place there always carry an image of you and your scent. Sometimes tears just flow down unknowingly. I know you're still together with me, but the scene now seems to be I'm out of love, making myself look so dramatic and pathetic. Burr.. hate this feeling! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Just another 6 more daysssss to go. Cheers! ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2792587681211096569-1249883478380093466?l=invisible-lady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/feeds/1249883478380093466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/2010/09/dear-love-you-must-be-sweetest-pea-pie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2792587681211096569/posts/default/1249883478380093466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2792587681211096569/posts/default/1249883478380093466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/2010/09/dear-love-you-must-be-sweetest-pea-pie.html' title=''/><author><name>Madeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15559119411140645388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2792587681211096569.post-408264099582530441</id><published>2010-09-02T20:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T20:31:09.555+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I quit my job at the Airport. Woke up with an aching leg so decided to give work today a miss, thus leaving me a debt of $450 for some lj ugly uniform. Lame shit. I think I'll die. Can I just die? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all, I still prefer office job. As in the working hours and sitting down. Might be going back to the Sk big family. I hope I really can secure the job. Idk why its still my favourite job of all despite getting scolding from patients everyday. Endless paper work but still enjoyable. Most importantly, sat only half day! Can accompany boyf! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Use to like retail job alot and hate office job. Always have the mindset of it will be god damn bored camping in your small table for the whole day. Yet now I hate retail most. Because of the long standing hours and inflexible off days. I swear this is enough to kill.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2792587681211096569-408264099582530441?l=invisible-lady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/feeds/408264099582530441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-quit-my-job-at-airport.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2792587681211096569/posts/default/408264099582530441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2792587681211096569/posts/default/408264099582530441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-quit-my-job-at-airport.html' title=''/><author><name>Madeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15559119411140645388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2792587681211096569.post-2159155961048660607</id><published>2010-08-31T22:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T23:16:40.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I'll be starting my new job tml and I'm all ready to work! Btw I'll be working morning shift so is like, -.-''. First day work jiu morning shift. Think tonight don't need sleep alrdy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;9 more day &amp;amp; he'll be back! My dear love, I think I'm used to not seeing you for almost a week. But everytime you text or call me, the feeling I get back is priceless. Cos I won't know what time you'll contact me. I just miss you alot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2792587681211096569-2159155961048660607?l=invisible-lady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/feeds/2159155961048660607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/2010/08/ill-be-starting-my-new-job-tml-and-im.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2792587681211096569/posts/default/2159155961048660607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2792587681211096569/posts/default/2159155961048660607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/2010/08/ill-be-starting-my-new-job-tml-and-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Madeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15559119411140645388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2792587681211096569.post-7352385659195575293</id><published>2010-08-28T23:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T00:13:51.434+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I edited abit of my bloggie profile in the evening. Feel that its much more neater. &amp;amp; I'm still not adding in any tagboard. Blogging is like going for a free and easy trip. Relax and type out whatever things you feel like saying. Need no comment from anyone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did my working uniform laundry in the afternoon. All prepared for work on wed. Excited and sian at the same time. Got to learn things all over again. Hope I'll excel and do well in it. Sales target hit, commission money many many! :D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did finish the thing that I wanted to do. Take more than 2 hours to complete it. All ready to post out to another sunny island. Hope the postman or whoever that handle it will handle with tender loving care. Cos its fragile and I scared they'll spoil my hard work by the time it reaches him. Really hope to see his expression when he saw what I did for him. Teehee!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2792587681211096569-7352385659195575293?l=invisible-lady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/feeds/7352385659195575293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-edited-abit-of-my-bloggie-profile-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2792587681211096569/posts/default/7352385659195575293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2792587681211096569/posts/default/7352385659195575293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-edited-abit-of-my-bloggie-profile-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Madeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15559119411140645388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2792587681211096569.post-8700072722008741232</id><published>2010-08-28T01:54:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T16:34:28.571+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Said farewell to dear love and he will be back to mainland on 9 Sept. Till then, I think I'll die of depression. Thankfully, I'll be starting work on 1 Sept so it might stop me from missing him too much for that period of time. Cos I'll have handsome ang mor and kawali cute Japan &amp;amp; Korea guys to look at. Lol! Just kidding. I miss you dear. ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2792587681211096569-8700072722008741232?l=invisible-lady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/feeds/8700072722008741232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/2010/08/said-farewell-to-dear-love-and-he-will.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2792587681211096569/posts/default/8700072722008741232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2792587681211096569/posts/default/8700072722008741232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/2010/08/said-farewell-to-dear-love-and-he-will.html' title=''/><author><name>Madeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15559119411140645388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2792587681211096569.post-8772330255025383694</id><published>2010-08-25T02:30:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T01:54:43.306+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Note Before Enlistment'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Dear love, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Its only a day left to your enlistment. Idk if I should be saying goodbye to you happily or hugging your leg crying like a mad woman. Happy that you gain freedom, sad that we gonna be apart. I know this month our luck have been going down the drain. All the suay things happen on us. But we've made it to our end point ain't we? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Life gonna be so different for me after you've been enlisted. Nobody coming to pick me up from work, no night roundings and bla. I know I've been spouting nonsense like going to 'hiao' when you're inside, yet you trust and believe me that I won't. I just want to say a big thank you. Thank you for wanting to believe me. Yes, I won't. Cos I'm going to be a silly fool waiting for your POP, and perhaps ORD. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Though we won't know what will happen to us after that, but I still cling onto the last hope to be with you. I don't care what others say or look down on us, afterwhich love is blind. After going through so many ups and downs with you, I just want to tell you I'm not afraid of the hardship. Cos I know I won't get starve to death and I'll be protected. I won't regret my decision being with you... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Give yourself and myself a chance, prove to them that we'll last till the end.&lt;br /&gt;Baby, I love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2792587681211096569-8772330255025383694?l=invisible-lady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/feeds/8772330255025383694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/2010/08/dear-love-its-only-day-left-to-your.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2792587681211096569/posts/default/8772330255025383694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2792587681211096569/posts/default/8772330255025383694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/2010/08/dear-love-its-only-day-left-to-your.html' title=''/><author><name>Madeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15559119411140645388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2792587681211096569.post-3422677316864058432</id><published>2010-08-24T01:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T01:40:25.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Just 2 more days to his enlistment and I can go out to 'hiao' already. Super excited! Tsk! (^^) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking forward to my new job. Got to start everything from stretch again. Abit sian but I hope I'll do well in it. &lt;em&gt;Harrods,&lt;/em&gt; here I comeeeeeeee! :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2792587681211096569-3422677316864058432?l=invisible-lady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/feeds/3422677316864058432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/2010/08/just-2-more-days-to-his-enlistment-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2792587681211096569/posts/default/3422677316864058432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2792587681211096569/posts/default/3422677316864058432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/2010/08/just-2-more-days-to-his-enlistment-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Madeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15559119411140645388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2792587681211096569.post-2081493723814946587</id><published>2010-08-17T00:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T01:43:49.397+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='18th Monthsary'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;A very very belated 18 months of love. One and half year have past. We've been struggling alot for this one week. Baby, we'll make it to the end point, won't we? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2792587681211096569-2081493723814946587?l=invisible-lady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/feeds/2081493723814946587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/2010/08/very-very-belated-18-months-of-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2792587681211096569/posts/default/2081493723814946587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2792587681211096569/posts/default/2081493723814946587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/2010/08/very-very-belated-18-months-of-love.html' title=''/><author><name>Madeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15559119411140645388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2792587681211096569.post-8338424448359772104</id><published>2010-08-13T00:13:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T00:56:33.431+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;If you notice the date, its Friday 13th! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These few days overnight at baby house really shiok. Eat, drink, sleep, attending to an injure boy, sayang him to sleep. Ermm okay, not on this part. Cos I fall asleep earlier than him. But I really enjoy it. :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Problems are leaving us one by one. This is a good sign. Thank God for leading us a straight road. I found a job at Airport all thanks to Xinyi again. Thank you babe! Smiles and laughter are coming back to us. Cheers! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A walk at Northpoint today spend us hundred over dollars. Brought a lil gift for his mummie, boyf stuffs and a lil pouch for me to put my pads inside. Lol. And on sat gonna pester him buy me that English Vintage handbag for me. Muahahaha! Uhh, I give boyf that lil surprise that I wanted to give him. Though he know it long ago so not suprise already. Glad that he love it. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna tuck in now. Later still must wake up early to Airport again. And will get bark by boyf if he know I never turn in early. And lastly, I wanna ink my ankle. Buey tahan already. Random I know. Good night world! ♥&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2792587681211096569-8338424448359772104?l=invisible-lady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/feeds/8338424448359772104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/2010/08/if-you-notice-date-its-friday-13th.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2792587681211096569/posts/default/8338424448359772104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2792587681211096569/posts/default/8338424448359772104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/2010/08/if-you-notice-date-its-friday-13th.html' title=''/><author><name>Madeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15559119411140645388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2792587681211096569.post-434140994217579316</id><published>2010-08-10T23:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T00:04:18.389+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Lost of job, baby bike accident, heavy pile of debts and worst, police case.&lt;br /&gt;Everything seems to crush together all because of me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I just hope baby will recover asap. The last 2 nights I stay over his place trying to calm him down. We're both feeling damn stress up about every single thing that happen. Force myself to swallow down that bit of alcohol and keep smoking. That's when we relax and forget about everything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Tears, sorrows, grumpy face, frown are all that we have now. Just hope things will turn out to become better. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Baby, we will fight this battle and conquer all. After everything have settle down, we shall start pulling down every single person who tried to bully us. May karma befall on them. You know what it means right? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2792587681211096569-434140994217579316?l=invisible-lady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/feeds/434140994217579316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/2010/08/lost-of-job-baby-bike-accident-heavy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2792587681211096569/posts/default/434140994217579316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2792587681211096569/posts/default/434140994217579316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/2010/08/lost-of-job-baby-bike-accident-heavy.html' title=''/><author><name>Madeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15559119411140645388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2792587681211096569.post-852499465422677626</id><published>2010-08-02T23:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T23:36:21.521+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;My boyf must be the sweeeetest ass in the world. Morning he cook bento lunch for me and deliver it to my workplace, nua for awhile den went back. Really caught me in surprise. Not long after I saw his face liao. Haha! He know I miss his cooking and cook a damn big portion as if he's feeding a mother pig. Despite being full, I still squeeze everything inside my tummy. Cos I know its ♥.♥ :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yessssssssssss, he leave his job again. Happy for me, sad for him. See, God love me! Most probably will be out most of the nights. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2792587681211096569-852499465422677626?l=invisible-lady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/feeds/852499465422677626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-boyf-must-be-sweeeetest-ass-in-world.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2792587681211096569/posts/default/852499465422677626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2792587681211096569/posts/default/852499465422677626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-boyf-must-be-sweeeetest-ass-in-world.html' title=''/><author><name>Madeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15559119411140645388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2792587681211096569.post-4905549884458976538</id><published>2010-07-31T23:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T00:11:34.417+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel so damn cheated. The tickets passes are to some concert celebration, not the the deck of Marina Bay Sands. Urgh! I guess I won't be going. Like so waste of time. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody is so into iPhone 4. What's more ladyboss won't be taking in stock for 3G's as its not selling anymore. So there goes my 3G's. Hurhur! So lan lan I think I'll also be getting iPhone 4. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today come a new female colleague. She'll be fighting commission with me. Damn, I suddenly feel so stress. Is like one piece of meat sharing with another person. I hate it. Sorry, I'm just this selfish. I want it all for myself. Who will say money is little right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2792587681211096569-4905549884458976538?l=invisible-lady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/feeds/4905549884458976538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-feel-so-damn-cheated.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2792587681211096569/posts/default/4905549884458976538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2792587681211096569/posts/default/4905549884458976538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-feel-so-damn-cheated.html' title=''/><author><name>Madeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15559119411140645388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2792587681211096569.post-1880998928344504867</id><published>2010-07-30T00:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T01:06:56.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;When the delivery man came to deliver stocks just now, Samsung gave one letter to us den lady boss gave it to me. Guess what?! Its a letter for a complimentary pair of tickets to Marina Bay Sands! Because its only a letter and not the tickets, super gan jiong lor! While stock last only. I left the letter at work place, so not sure if its going up to the deck. Plus one adult ticket is $20. 2 person makes up to $40! Being kiasu and want to save money, of cos I must get it la! Everytime when we're moving on ECP, I'll point the building to boyf and tell him to look at the boat on the deck. Tsk! Tsk! Like sibei sua gu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2792587681211096569-1880998928344504867?l=invisible-lady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/feeds/1880998928344504867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/2010/07/when-delivery-man-came-to-deliver.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2792587681211096569/posts/default/1880998928344504867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2792587681211096569/posts/default/1880998928344504867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/2010/07/when-delivery-man-came-to-deliver.html' title=''/><author><name>Madeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15559119411140645388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2792587681211096569.post-1878489274287154930</id><published>2010-07-27T23:21:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T00:50:55.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"The simplest food always bring out the best flavour. Tasty food doesn't come from the seasoning, yet from the chef's heart." - Specially for the Chef Boyf. ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I miss your butter rice. Fattening yet cannot resist it. The smell and flavour is still in my heart. What about coming along with a complimentary bowl of mushroom soup and a plate of medium rare ribeye steak? *Hint* *Hint* ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I flip my drawer and found a file. Inside contain my babies birth cert, working time table I drew out for boyf when he's at ABB, some paint work, Shatec results slip and the letter of agreement! I almost forget I've a son at boyf house. Been busy doting on Chub Chub and forgotten about Dou Dou. Its okay, boyf can do the job. Heeh! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The letter of agreement, some very funny thing which I did in the past. Make boyf to sign on it, punish him if he ever break the statement inside. BUT I NEVER PUNISH HIM BEFORE HOR! Now that you've change bikey, I hope you hadn't forget about the promises inside. Forget alrdy also nvm, for goodness sake go and dig out from your cupboard and read every single lines I've written on it again. I know you're reading this baby! :) &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I really wanna know,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IF I'M A DAMN CB FUCKED UP GIRLF IN THE PAST?!?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(I know this is very random. But I just wanna know the answer...) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxoxo &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ITS WED TML! ♥♥&lt;br /&gt;THIS WHOLE WEEK PASS SO DAMN SLOW. IM FINALLY MEETING BOYF AFTER A GOD DAMN 8 DAYS. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm a sore loser. I can't even tolerate for 8 days so don't ever talk about 14 days. Because we've nvr been apart for such a long time before. :( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2792587681211096569-1878489274287154930?l=invisible-lady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/feeds/1878489274287154930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/2010/07/simplest-food-always-bring-out-best.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2792587681211096569/posts/default/1878489274287154930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2792587681211096569/posts/default/1878489274287154930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/2010/07/simplest-food-always-bring-out-best.html' title=''/><author><name>Madeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15559119411140645388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2792587681211096569.post-2210389036349378536</id><published>2010-07-26T22:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T23:44:47.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Its only a month down the road! Not about his enlistment, but the life we're leading after that. I know I will be lonely. But thinking of the exciting things we gonna go and do, afterall its worth it. Be it plane, coach, ferry or bike, we'll still be leaving the immigration hall and head to another exciting country! Our first stop gonna be JB City Square mall to buy more navel studs. Got to saveeeeeeee up! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having a semi swollen right eye now. I guess tml will be worst and even bigger. I didn't peep at guys when they're in the toilet or watch A, SO WHY THE FUCK DO I HAVE A SWOLLEN EYE?!?!?!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2792587681211096569-2210389036349378536?l=invisible-lady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/feeds/2210389036349378536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/2010/07/its-only-month-down-road-not-about-his.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2792587681211096569/posts/default/2210389036349378536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2792587681211096569/posts/default/2210389036349378536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/2010/07/its-only-month-down-road-not-about-his.html' title=''/><author><name>Madeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15559119411140645388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2792587681211096569.post-8322097045107734885</id><published>2010-07-25T22:29:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T00:46:16.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"Its been a week.. Baby, I need you to be in my comfort zone..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boyf ask if I want to buy a car now and get license at a later time cos he found a good deal. End up get nag by me. Hahaha! A 2 wheels baby we already have a hard time feeding. And now he wants to buy an extra pair of wheels. I think I better commit suiside and die. Even if we buy it, I won't be the one controlling the wheels. Sorry dear, I'm just to timid to go for it. I'm use to people bringing me wherever I wanna go since young. Not the other way round. :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today morning damn distracted during work. I did things which are not suppose to do and make a fool out of myself. Hope I won't repeat the same mistake again. Mind was floating elsewhere. I only smoke a stick after work and eat at 7pm for the whole day. Busy the whole day. 2 woman showtime tgt with lady boss. Yet I enjoy working with her. ♥♥ &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should thank Sk polyc for the stress of paper work &lt;strong&gt;every single day&lt;/strong&gt; that's why Im adapting fast at Tmart. And boyf for the constant pushing for not letting me quit the job. He knows I'll whine alot at first, but when I get use to it, I'll stop alrdy. Teehee! ^^&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2792587681211096569-8322097045107734885?l=invisible-lady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/feeds/8322097045107734885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/2010/07/its-been-week.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2792587681211096569/posts/default/8322097045107734885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2792587681211096569/posts/default/8322097045107734885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/2010/07/its-been-week.html' title=''/><author><name>Madeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15559119411140645388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2792587681211096569.post-3760138527032613474</id><published>2010-07-24T23:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T00:27:21.847+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;He'll stop working on 8 Aug. Happy for me, sad for him. I don't need to endure lonely nights w/o his texts. Very ji mo you know? And we'll have an income less. Till then, our expenses will all depend on my salary + commission and his pathetic $400 or less allowance. Hope we're able to survive this 2 long dark years. (Provided if he still want me to be his girlf. Heeh!) Our expenses are really high you know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adding on, Baby will be turning 20 in 2 months plus time. I think I should just give him $20 ang bao money for him to spend. Even Chubchub bday present is better than him. :D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like chopping off another 3 inch of my hair.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2792587681211096569-3760138527032613474?l=invisible-lady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/feeds/3760138527032613474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/2010/07/hell-stop-working-on-8-aug.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2792587681211096569/posts/default/3760138527032613474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2792587681211096569/posts/default/3760138527032613474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/2010/07/hell-stop-working-on-8-aug.html' title=''/><author><name>Madeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15559119411140645388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2792587681211096569.post-1658581810487811485</id><published>2010-07-23T22:23:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T23:43:55.287+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"I don't want to be forgotten,&lt;br /&gt;I wish to be forgiven." - Madeline.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I brought a pair of shoes, a pair of flats, 3 newborn clothes, facial cleanser, and chop off 2 inch of my hair on wed. Should have chop off more.. I'm going to let chubchub wear baby clothes instead of getting from babw. New born clothes looks more cuteee! Going to fluff her soon cos she've flatten alrdy. Making her a fat baby again. ^^ &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those long texts I send you last 2 night, every word I type, I mean it. ♥♥&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2792587681211096569-1658581810487811485?l=invisible-lady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/feeds/1658581810487811485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-dont-want-to-be-forgotten-i-wish-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2792587681211096569/posts/default/1658581810487811485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2792587681211096569/posts/default/1658581810487811485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-dont-want-to-be-forgotten-i-wish-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Madeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15559119411140645388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2792587681211096569.post-346082934861987160</id><published>2010-07-20T23:25:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T23:48:40.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Besides riding, I think baby next favourite hobby will be sticking bling bling. We went to Arab Street ytd and brought Swarvoski crystals instead of the fake plastic ones. We reach there around 6pm and the shop is close already. Duh! Swarvoski is indeed more bling and expensive. 366 pc/$3.50 for the fake plastic ones and 144pc/$5.40 for Swarvoski. See the differences! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I pass my bling bling tools kit to him so he can stick happily at home. We're currently working on a big project and gonna pump in alot of money for buying the crystals. Definately not on iPhone case, helmet or bike. Some confidential thing and inconvience to post it here. But we're sure to be happy with the outcome cos it will binggxzxz our eyes! =P &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to pester him to stick a iPhone hardcover with my name on it. ;D &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its off day tml. Lonely w/o him. But alot of things to be done. I miss you. ♥♥&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2792587681211096569-346082934861987160?l=invisible-lady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/feeds/346082934861987160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/2010/07/besides-riding-i-think-baby-next.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2792587681211096569/posts/default/346082934861987160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2792587681211096569/posts/default/346082934861987160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/2010/07/besides-riding-i-think-baby-next.html' title=''/><author><name>Madeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15559119411140645388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2792587681211096569.post-6234627723643466322</id><published>2010-07-19T03:54:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T04:12:35.111+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='For Autumn Chub Chub'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Specially for Baby Girl,&lt;br /&gt;Autumn Chub Chub. ♥♥ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Dear baby, mummie is working hard to give you a good life. Ever since daddie got a new bike, you didn't have a chance to sit on it till fri night I bring you down. I can't carry you like before when he's riding. Cos its too dangerous already. I don't want you to get hurt or dirty. I know you have a life in you. We created you specially on daddie birthday. You bring many smiles on our faces. You accompany me through lonely long nights. You see me crying so badly because of your daddie. You know all of my secrets. Because of you, I stay strong. You're always mummie favourite lil girl, the top piority in my life. Perhaps one day your daddie will leave me. But I know you won't neglect or abandon me. Everything gonna be fine when I have you. I'll make a name necklace specially for you on your 1st Birthday. Den we gonna shop for a birthday dress too. You'll be a pretty lil girl on your big day. Mummie promise you this. I love you, lil Chub Chub. ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2792587681211096569-6234627723643466322?l=invisible-lady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/feeds/6234627723643466322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/2010/07/specially-for-baby-girl-autumn-chub.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2792587681211096569/posts/default/6234627723643466322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2792587681211096569/posts/default/6234627723643466322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/2010/07/specially-for-baby-girl-autumn-chub.html' title=''/><author><name>Madeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15559119411140645388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2792587681211096569.post-9188121218862588781</id><published>2010-07-19T03:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T03:36:56.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its late night now and just reach home not long ago. This 2 nights spending with boyf is superb! He got sack by his lj supervisor on fri night but just now in the afternoon he called and ask him to work on tue night. Lame! Spoil my good plan with him since my extra off is on tue. So lan lan I push it today. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We plan to cook for my family, camp over at ECP on tue night, Arab Street to buy bling bling. Now all cui already lor! I keep pestering him to quit his job on 15 Aug so we can spend more time tgt before his enlistment on 26 Aug. Perhaps till then we can plan again. So ltr we're going to Arab Street to buy more blings! &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And next month pay confirm cui again since we have ALOT of payment to make. Baby caculate and most probably going to be $700. *Faint!* Just hope my commission will be good this month. ^^ &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tempted to make a necklace for my baby girl with her name ChubChub, and of cos one for myself too. Add up tgt gonna cost a bomb. *Faint!*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2792587681211096569-9188121218862588781?l=invisible-lady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/feeds/9188121218862588781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/2010/07/its-late-night-now-and-just-reach-home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2792587681211096569/posts/default/9188121218862588781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2792587681211096569/posts/default/9188121218862588781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/2010/07/its-late-night-now-and-just-reach-home.html' title=''/><author><name>Madeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15559119411140645388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2792587681211096569.post-9140176305519192208</id><published>2010-07-16T22:45:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T23:04:15.981+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='First Bling Bling Project'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why do I have a boyf who love to geng mc soooo much?!?! Tsk!. BB is sick, yet going to work till 1am tonight. Later he gonna come find me. Going to bring his beloved daughter for him. Teeeheee. &amp;amp; I'll be going to Hougang Mall outlet tml. Damn excited! &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, I'm going to upload a photo. Like finally I know! My pinky rosey helmet with bling bling stick by my sweetest boyf! He stick all the crystals by himself for an hour, except for a few that is stick by me lah. Compare with him and me, mine is totally cmi. I stick my mp3 with the remaining crystals and there're alot popping out! *Shake head* &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d140/pure_madeliinee/helmet1.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d140/pure_madeliinee/helmet2.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chio anot?!?!?! In the picture not very bling cos of the light and lousy 3.2mp hp camera I'm using. But in real life really damn blinggxzxz! &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next off day gonna go Arab Street again to buy more crystals to stick on the top. I cannot deny I have the best boyf who treat me so god damn good lor. Which guy is willing to stick all these so niang things for his girlf?! I think he's the first guy to do all these bling on earth!&lt;br /&gt;Baby, I love euuuuuuuuu! ♥♥&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2792587681211096569-9140176305519192208?l=invisible-lady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/feeds/9140176305519192208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/2010/07/why-do-i-have-boyf-who-love-to-geng-mc.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2792587681211096569/posts/default/9140176305519192208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2792587681211096569/posts/default/9140176305519192208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/2010/07/why-do-i-have-boyf-who-love-to-geng-mc.html' title=''/><author><name>Madeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15559119411140645388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2792587681211096569.post-4720624515392828681</id><published>2010-07-14T00:04:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T00:32:34.635+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='17th Monthsary'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Happy 17th months ♥♥♥!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Currently working on a big project with a new make friend just for you and me. Something for you to bring to camp so you'll miss me day and night without fail. Heeheee. When I first saw it, I fell in love with it and I know I must get my hands on it. Something that's priceless and you can't get it elsewhere. I swear you'll love it to the bits! :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Its wed again! Offffffff daaaeeeeeeee! ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2792587681211096569-4720624515392828681?l=invisible-lady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/feeds/4720624515392828681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/2010/07/happy-17th-months-currently-working-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2792587681211096569/posts/default/4720624515392828681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2792587681211096569/posts/default/4720624515392828681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/2010/07/happy-17th-months-currently-working-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Madeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15559119411140645388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2792587681211096569.post-1671693642504066253</id><published>2010-07-12T23:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T23:53:28.495+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;When ppl ask how me and boyf can last when we hardly send 5 texts everyday or even talk on phone, I smiled. I know this is something not we want. Given the obstacles we went through in the past, even worst things happened before. ;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Others say, so near yet so far. But to me, its so far yet so near.&lt;br /&gt;He may be faraway from me, but his heart is always near to me. ♥ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Just 2 more days, I'll be saying Happy 17th Monthsary to him. ♥♥♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2792587681211096569-1671693642504066253?l=invisible-lady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/feeds/1671693642504066253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/2010/07/when-ppl-ask-how-me-and-boyf-can-last.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2792587681211096569/posts/default/1671693642504066253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2792587681211096569/posts/default/1671693642504066253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/2010/07/when-ppl-ask-how-me-and-boyf-can-last.html' title=''/><author><name>Madeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15559119411140645388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2792587681211096569.post-151328350285203980</id><published>2010-07-11T23:17:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T01:25:36.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Baby was on 'mc' ytd again! So at night we went rounding ard Changi Airport at a fast speed. Don't know how fast he ride but to me still okay lah. End up having a sticky body. Reach home at 5.30am. Knock me out. But sure shiok!~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found a pair of small portable SE speakers at workplace. Now is priceless already I guess. Got money also cannot buy. Really cuteee and basey. So now I must remember to charge my phone every night before going to workplace. I copied all my fav songs from mp3 to phonee alrdy. Teeheee! So I can 'blast' it at work when I feel like sleeping. Tsk!. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wed going to Tamp 1 to find bling bling case for iphonee. Gonna get on hands next sat when stock arrive. Wohoo!~ Maybe to Arab street to find crystals and diy myself a hardcover. I think my eyes will get blingkxzxz by the crystals. (@.@)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2792587681211096569-151328350285203980?l=invisible-lady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/feeds/151328350285203980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/2010/07/baby-was-on-mc-ytd-again-so-at-night-we.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2792587681211096569/posts/default/151328350285203980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2792587681211096569/posts/default/151328350285203980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/2010/07/baby-was-on-mc-ytd-again-so-at-night-we.html' title=''/><author><name>Madeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15559119411140645388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2792587681211096569.post-4491439583908968345</id><published>2010-07-10T01:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T01:33:23.934+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Okay, so ytd is baby girl 9 months old! Totally forgotten about it until I see the 'sticker'. Lousy mum I am. :( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been caculating my budget almost everyday for this month. I swear I only left $100 in my wallet. Waiting for my commission to cash out but seriously not much. Die! Overspend already. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still gonna buy bling bling iPhone case, the pouch and maybe the external backup batt pack. The batt pack can wait, but the bling bling case and pouch cannot! Sibei gan jiong to buy lor! I found a kind of pouchie I want online but not the bling case yet. Off day faster come pleasee. Gonna hunt for a blingie case w boyf. Btw, I still haven get my iPhone, &amp;amp; its not the 4G version. I swear it looks really ugly...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2792587681211096569-4491439583908968345?l=invisible-lady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/feeds/4491439583908968345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/2010/07/okay-so-ytd-is-baby-girl-9-months-old.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2792587681211096569/posts/default/4491439583908968345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2792587681211096569/posts/default/4491439583908968345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/2010/07/okay-so-ytd-is-baby-girl-9-months-old.html' title=''/><author><name>Madeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15559119411140645388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2792587681211096569.post-6571424549906030994</id><published>2010-07-09T01:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T01:23:42.872+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Baby sell his iPhone last night for $530. &amp;amp; i'm happy so I don't need use his phone. Hmmm. Because I don't like used things though the phone condition is gam pua good. Oh well, that's me. Actually quite shock because the guy quoted us $500. Wanted to puay till $550 but he give in to us at $530. Better than nth lah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooooo, he uses the money and change exhaust pipe. Now he love his pipe more than me. ITS JUST ONLY A PIPE LOR! &amp;amp;*%$#!@^* &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why guys love to pump in so much money on bike things uh? If he bother to caculate, in just 2 days spend more than $700 on bike stuffs already. Might as well buy the whole shop down!!!! If girls spend a lil money on shopping, guys will tend to kpkb say the things we buy are useless. Den if guys can spend $100 on LED light just around the meter, NOT CRAZY MEH?!?!?! RIGHT BOYF?! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rather you spend the money buy one super comfortable feather seat for me so my butt will not hurt or rub against it. I swear I will never wear shorts when sitting on bike anymore!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2792587681211096569-6571424549906030994?l=invisible-lady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/feeds/6571424549906030994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/2010/07/baby-sell-his-iphone-last-night-for-530.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2792587681211096569/posts/default/6571424549906030994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2792587681211096569/posts/default/6571424549906030994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/2010/07/baby-sell-his-iphone-last-night-for-530.html' title=''/><author><name>Madeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15559119411140645388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2792587681211096569.post-6011954862114091532</id><published>2010-07-06T22:21:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T23:08:58.617+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Last night really high! Guess under the influence of alcohol. First time think that my voice is so perfect. Muahahaha! A pity that Xy didn't join us. :( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drink quite alot of beer till boyf say my whole body reek of alcohol smell. And I ain't drunk loh! Just having a lil gastic pain. But after eating Mac breakfast I'm fine again. Super niceeeee of boyf to help me cut my hotcakeees. Too tired to move already..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beer this time. Perhaps liquor will make me knock out flat. Maybe can try next time. Teehee. &amp;amp; baby sure gonna kill and slap me. But me never misbehave last night. Because his words went through my head hard already. If not next time I won't have the chance to drink again. He'll sure find means and ways to catch me back. Pattern 10 years also won't change. ;D &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its wed again! Off day once a week really not enough. Need to get navel stud balls cos I always drop and lost them. And if time permits, to Clark Quay for Sticky candies! Yum yum! ^^ &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Happy 19th a day advance, Miss Stella Tay Xinyi!&lt;br /&gt;Me no forget about your bday hor! ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2792587681211096569-6011954862114091532?l=invisible-lady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/feeds/6011954862114091532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/2010/07/last-night-really-high-guess-under.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2792587681211096569/posts/default/6011954862114091532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2792587681211096569/posts/default/6011954862114091532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/2010/07/last-night-really-high-guess-under.html' title=''/><author><name>Madeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15559119411140645388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2792587681211096569.post-2965096648918795030</id><published>2010-07-05T00:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T01:33:20.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Later after work at night, gonna sing, sang, sung and drink, drank, drunk with Xinyi, Weifeng xiao di &amp;amp; his friends. Den when baby end work, he say he wanna come pick me up. Ya, after all the fun I had boyf gonna pick me. So sweeeet of him. ♥♥♥ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure if they gonna drink. I just hope if boyf gonna come pick me and we're on our way, I won't puke in my helmet. There's once I only drink about one cup, I almost puke at the petrol station when baby is pumping petrol. Now with full face w/o the flip up, its much more harder to control I guess. Because your head is suffocating in the lil space. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby once say this. If we're out playing, we should have discipline and behave ourself. Not anyhow do stupid things and get caught. I once tried to be superwoman and injure myself. He's already unhappy with it. Thank god he didn't nag at me about this. Heeeh. Madelineeeeee, must learn to control! :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s : A lil surprise on the way! Can't wait for it to be done! :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2792587681211096569-2965096648918795030?l=invisible-lady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/feeds/2965096648918795030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/2010/07/later-after-work-at-night-gonna-sing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2792587681211096569/posts/default/2965096648918795030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2792587681211096569/posts/default/2965096648918795030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/2010/07/later-after-work-at-night-gonna-sing.html' title=''/><author><name>Madeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15559119411140645388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2792587681211096569.post-7029708372643379548</id><published>2010-07-02T23:11:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T02:57:18.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I got a new full face helmet with a chio light shade of pink and roses! I want that purple helmet too! Majiam like racing queen and pink ranger. Tsk! Tsk! I went out half way during work. Boyf came to pick me up and when its raining so god damn heavy just to buy the helmet! Don't even feel like leaving since the rain is big. Went out for about 2 hours den come back work again. Kua zhang I know. My lady boss damn niceee to let me out! ;D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&amp;amp; because I love my boyf so much, I use the printed name lables which I did in polyc last time and stick our name onto it. Should have print more of it lors! Den now no more liao. Kns!~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Madelineeee, no more dropping of helmet or anyhow put on floor liao. Want to drop also not infront of him. If not boyf gonna scream at you again for always dropping of helmet! Just imagine his ultimate kp-ness for don't know how long. Wohoo!~ Shiok!~ HAHAHA! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I swear that S4 really damn fast, yet smooth and steady w/o those smelly kp noisy exhaust pipe sound. Yet I almost fall back once. Sibei kam gong I know. We stop at traffic light, boyf suddenly move on and I never grab onto him. That's why need full face helmet what! Want die also must die with a normal face. If not also wont waste money to buy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;But I still have problem going up and down. Different from the low seat phantom so when I always try to go up, my knee cap will knock onto the seat. Another kam gong thing that happen to me. Cos must climb up high as if gonna ride on an elephant. Lol. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I also want to complain another thing, the seat got one extra leather stripe that makes my leg and butt pain. I always slide down to boyf seat when he tries to slow down. Or S4 is like that one sia? Den I must adjust my butt back to my own seat again. Damn troublesome lor. Behind also no box and nothing to grab. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I ask boyf if he can put a small lil back seat like phantom behind and he's laughing like a mad man saying where got ppl put back seat on S4. Nbcb! Only know how to laugh. Never think about my safety. Last time I use to kp say die also must put box so I can lie down. Den now I don't want the box liao. I swear if he put, I gonna have a hard time coming up and down. Okay, so now I must get use to a box-less bike. Everything is alright, just that the coming up and down part jitao very sian. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Lastly, I hope boyf will take all my points into consideration and do something about it!!!!!!!!! &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really cannot wait to kick you to NS. Still got a month more to go! After that we're so gonna go in and out M'sia every weekend nights for supper! S'pore supper eat till sian liaooo. &amp;amp; find that cute ang mor for another ink again. I promise I will not shout so loud or pinch you this time round. Teehee. Both me and my passport are waiting for you! ;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2792587681211096569-7029708372643379548?l=invisible-lady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/feeds/7029708372643379548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-got-new-full-face-helmet-with-chio.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2792587681211096569/posts/default/7029708372643379548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2792587681211096569/posts/default/7029708372643379548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-got-new-full-face-helmet-with-chio.html' title=''/><author><name>Madeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15559119411140645388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2792587681211096569.post-1559924422584729986</id><published>2010-06-29T22:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T23:58:35.967+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Baby really damn steady. Early in the morning when we're on the phone, keep kp want change bike and bla. Afternoon when I call him, he say he found a S4, make down payment and going to collect bike tml. Gan jiong spider! Really caught me in surprise. ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2792587681211096569-1559924422584729986?l=invisible-lady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/feeds/1559924422584729986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/2010/06/baby-really-damn-steady.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2792587681211096569/posts/default/1559924422584729986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2792587681211096569/posts/default/1559924422584729986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/2010/06/baby-really-damn-steady.html' title=''/><author><name>Madeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15559119411140645388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2792587681211096569.post-4612420510887109378</id><published>2010-06-27T23:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T00:00:50.918+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I swear I'm going to get the Kate Spade wallet and sling bag. Both add up only to $285 which I think its damn fucking cheap for such a good deal! Of cos I'm getting it online instead of retail la. Its been a long long time since I pamper myself. I know boyf gonna scream at me for wasting money again, but I HAPPY JIU HAO! ;D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to work very very hard to push my commission up high high! So I can spend and save up more. I don't want to be always broke at the end of the month struggling. :(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2792587681211096569-4612420510887109378?l=invisible-lady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/feeds/4612420510887109378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-swear-im-going-to-get-kate-spade.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2792587681211096569/posts/default/4612420510887109378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2792587681211096569/posts/default/4612420510887109378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-swear-im-going-to-get-kate-spade.html' title=''/><author><name>Madeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15559119411140645388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2792587681211096569.post-1328264395408764909</id><published>2010-06-26T22:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T23:59:25.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Today is sat night. Mum saw me coming home so early and she say in chinese. 'Miracle uh. Today you will so early come home meh?' Lol. I'm a good girl of cos! ;D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just 2 more months to baby enlisted date! Super excited cos his iphone will be mine! And I swear I'm so gonna bling bling it because he doesn't allow! Muahahahaha!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2792587681211096569-1328264395408764909?l=invisible-lady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/feeds/1328264395408764909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/2010/06/today-is-sat-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2792587681211096569/posts/default/1328264395408764909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2792587681211096569/posts/default/1328264395408764909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/2010/06/today-is-sat-night.html' title=''/><author><name>Madeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15559119411140645388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2792587681211096569.post-1091489964684209304</id><published>2010-06-21T21:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T21:26:55.147+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Didn't expect training to end so fast today. The place is just behind Boat Quay! After that I walk over to The Central to get 'sticky' candies. Very fast jiu reach liao. Den to PS buy clothes for Lil Miss Autumn Chub Chub. Everything is in pink today! Pink bathrobe, panty and hello kitty shoes! ;D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning got one stupid fucking irritating black cat keep following me wherever I go. From far he/she jiu stare at me as if going to eat me up. I faster siam far far away to the other block den the cat still can find me sial! Think because my perfume smell too strong already. But to me I smell nothing. Anyway, this same cat last time also scare me before. Doesn't seems to be afraid of ppl. I scared of cats can!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2792587681211096569-1091489964684209304?l=invisible-lady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/feeds/1091489964684209304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/2010/06/didnt-expect-training-to-end-so-fast.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2792587681211096569/posts/default/1091489964684209304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2792587681211096569/posts/default/1091489964684209304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/2010/06/didnt-expect-training-to-end-so-fast.html' title=''/><author><name>Madeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15559119411140645388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2792587681211096569.post-2331970910274683639</id><published>2010-06-20T23:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T00:26:23.902+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tml gonna go for training at George Street, tue work, wed and thur off. Super shiok! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2792587681211096569-2331970910274683639?l=invisible-lady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/feeds/2331970910274683639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/2010/06/tml-gonna-go-for-training-at-george.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2792587681211096569/posts/default/2331970910274683639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2792587681211096569/posts/default/2331970910274683639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/2010/06/tml-gonna-go-for-training-at-george.html' title=''/><author><name>Madeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15559119411140645388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2792587681211096569.post-2703837962672772645</id><published>2010-06-20T00:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T00:38:28.611+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I sleep at around 3.30am last night. Didn't even hear the alarm to wake up and text boyf. Oppps..! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, being a very thoughtful girlf, I create a new 'sticker'. Counting down to his enlisted date. Cos baby is going to P.Tekong so its about 25min ferry ride to the lil island. The background sea depicts he's leaving the island and carrying his bag. Cuteee right? Hahaha! Like super happy to see him going NS. Yes I am! Going to NS means freedom for him already. We can go M'sia for a good food feast, do cheap shopping, find the ang mor to ink me again and etc. I feel like inking boyf name on my chest. But I scared next time I jitao regret till lao sai. Lol! Actually M'sia issin't as horrible or dirty as how I use to think. Somehow I enjoy it. You can do whatever you want. Throwing cigg butt on the floor also nobody care. Even if you get caught, just tip the policeman with kopi money will do the trick. Heeheee. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My passport only chop 2 times ever since I renew it again last year. The 2 Jb trip with baby. My parents went for a cruise trip last year and I didn't go due to exams. They went to Genting last weekend and I can't leave work so got to give it a miss again. Lol. Super pathetic I know. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go overseas with baby, chubchub and doudou! (^^)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2792587681211096569-2703837962672772645?l=invisible-lady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/feeds/2703837962672772645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-sleep-at-around-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2792587681211096569/posts/default/2703837962672772645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2792587681211096569/posts/default/2703837962672772645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-sleep-at-around-3.html' title=''/><author><name>Madeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15559119411140645388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2792587681211096569.post-534078048526790463</id><published>2010-06-19T02:10:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T02:52:03.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Dear bloggie, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its 2.10am now and I'm still wide awake despite the very lil sleep last night. Or should I say I slept very well last night? Perhaps under the influence of alcohol and stuffs. I hadn't been sleeping well ever since boyf left my place. I only sleep for a few hours and rush off to work again. Something is very very wrong that I can't sleep. And I've been smoking alot lately. Urgh! I know smoking is bad for health yet I can't stop myself from puffing away. The urge to smoke keep coming and coming repeatly. Tell me how to stop it? At least not smoking heavier and heavier. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I should be contented with life. A lovely boyf, cute children, carring family, stable job, yet always lack of money. I hadn't been shopping lately and I'm cutting down my expenses by eating only a meal a day. Like super pathetic. Thank god I'm not hungry or I'll just snack a lil in the afternoon. Sometimes my dad will bring food for me so I've save a lil more from there. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might be thinking, why the hell do I need so much money for right? To fulfill a long lost promise. A promise that can bring a thousand smiles on his face. If I really did it, I know I'll be very proud of myself. If I can't, at least I know I've tried. But this is a goal I set for myself. I will keep running till I reach the very end. Because the ending point I get in return is priceless. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been changing. Changing to be more stingy and less spendthrift. Baby, idk if you can see the changes, but I'm trying. Please don't scold me for skipping meals. Its just that I ain't hungry. I don't eat as much as before. Its good this way, so I can slim down. If you really want to buy me something, get me a bottle of liquor. So I can drink myself till numb and fall asleep. I've been suffering with those sleepless nights and I'm very fustrated. &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby, you ain't as scary as what people think. I know this is like super random but I still wanna say it. After being with you for quite sometime, I notice some people don't even dare to look at you. Not only guys, girls too. You got such evil eyes to scare people off meh? The first day I met you, I feel comfortable being with you, remember? Everytime I'm with you, I feel very calm. I am who I am. I don't need to act or pretend. When we're apart, thousand of worries and troubles pass by without giving notice. Its making me going crazy. I swear I really need liquor to make me sleep. I want back my sleeeeep! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its 2.51am now. Let's see what time I'll fall asleep.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night world! :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2792587681211096569-534078048526790463?l=invisible-lady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/feeds/534078048526790463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/2010/06/dear-bloggie-its-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2792587681211096569/posts/default/534078048526790463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2792587681211096569/posts/default/534078048526790463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/2010/06/dear-bloggie-its-2.html' title=''/><author><name>Madeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15559119411140645388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2792587681211096569.post-6714498118555811433</id><published>2010-06-18T23:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T01:37:54.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Why must off day past so fast? Off once a week really not enough for us. I have the beeeessssssssst boyf in the world, who will bring me wherever I wanna go. Last evening we walk around at MS and sing K at night. Drink a lil. High, high, high~~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might want to talk about this. 6 June, I've been a very naughty girl. I tried to be superwoman and end up injuring my left knee cap. The wound is deep and it will leave a lifetime scar. A lesson learn. Never do stupid things when playing. Only boyf will know what I mean. Teehee. And I can never forget that guy shock expression. Jitao is cuteeeee daooooo~~ ;D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2792587681211096569-6714498118555811433?l=invisible-lady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/feeds/6714498118555811433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/2010/06/why-must-off-day-past-so-fast-off-once.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2792587681211096569/posts/default/6714498118555811433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2792587681211096569/posts/default/6714498118555811433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/2010/06/why-must-off-day-past-so-fast-off-once.html' title=''/><author><name>Madeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15559119411140645388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2792587681211096569.post-898119976567878403</id><published>2010-06-16T22:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T23:59:07.539+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I thought of going home first to prepare, take the last train, and head to MS and wait for boyf to end work. But I'm just too tired and lazy to move my legs any longer. The image of walking the long Citylink Mall to MS really freaks me off. So I think I'll wait for him to pick me up later. Super xiao jie I know. But big auntie came again so, :) Next week I'll go over I promise! :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank god training was postpone to next monday instead of this friday. If not confirm knock me out. :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still thinking what hp to get. SE X10 if confirm a big no anymore because it seems like a fucked up phone to me. Tsk!.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2792587681211096569-898119976567878403?l=invisible-lady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/feeds/898119976567878403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-thought-of-going-home-first-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2792587681211096569/posts/default/898119976567878403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2792587681211096569/posts/default/898119976567878403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-thought-of-going-home-first-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Madeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15559119411140645388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2792587681211096569.post-3370525994683632717</id><published>2010-06-14T00:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T00:13:18.802+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='16th Monthsary'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;When the clock strikes 12am, we've been walking together for 16 months. 1 year 4 months past in just a wink. Thanks for everything. What I want to tell you, I'm pen-ing it down now and will pass to you when I see you. I love you dear.&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/2792587681211096569-3370525994683632717?l=invisible-lady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/feeds/3370525994683632717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/2010/06/when-clock-strikes-12am-weve-been.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2792587681211096569/posts/default/3370525994683632717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2792587681211096569/posts/default/3370525994683632717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/2010/06/when-clock-strikes-12am-weve-been.html' title=''/><author><name>Madeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15559119411140645388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2792587681211096569.post-6527718303369746515</id><published>2010-06-13T22:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T23:02:18.985+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm not dead! I'm back to blog again! Have been burning my nights with my dear boyf so didn't have the chance to even touch the laptop. But now he gonna work night shift again. Jitao sian sian sian gam pua sian ten thousand times. Why doesn't God allow us to spend a lil more time tgt? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26 Aug 2010, the day that determin how strong our love will go. Though we won't know what the outcome will be, but I hope we will be happy with the end result. ♥&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2792587681211096569-6527718303369746515?l=invisible-lady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/feeds/6527718303369746515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/2010/06/im-not-dead-im-back-to-blog-again-have.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2792587681211096569/posts/default/6527718303369746515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2792587681211096569/posts/default/6527718303369746515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/2010/06/im-not-dead-im-back-to-blog-again-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Madeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15559119411140645388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2792587681211096569.post-7906166033248218502</id><published>2010-06-03T01:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T01:37:02.028+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Congrats boyf, for passing his 2A on 1st June. One time pass with 6 points. The previous time is 10 points if I never remember wrongly. TP got so easy to pass meh?!?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2792587681211096569-7906166033248218502?l=invisible-lady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/feeds/7906166033248218502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/2010/06/congrats-boyf-for-passing-his-2a-on-1st.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2792587681211096569/posts/default/7906166033248218502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2792587681211096569/posts/default/7906166033248218502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/2010/06/congrats-boyf-for-passing-his-2a-on-1st.html' title=''/><author><name>Madeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15559119411140645388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2792587681211096569.post-7104958559816910924</id><published>2010-05-30T00:46:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T00:59:41.885+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I burn my sat night by reaching home at 12.20am. Bored! &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm looking forward to mon night. Gonna K song with my colleagues working at Hougang and of cos the after 9pm no more colleague Xy and Jr. Super excited lo! Me first time seeing the Hougang colleagues. ;D &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Have I been too demanding already?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2792587681211096569-7104958559816910924?l=invisible-lady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/feeds/7104958559816910924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-burn-my-sat-night-by-reaching-home-at.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2792587681211096569/posts/default/7104958559816910924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2792587681211096569/posts/default/7104958559816910924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-burn-my-sat-night-by-reaching-home-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Madeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15559119411140645388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2792587681211096569.post-2701174240799796991</id><published>2010-05-27T15:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T15:49:23.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I wanna rave something about durians. Something which I bth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Last thur on my off, I went to Goodwood Park Hotel to get their famous durian puffs for boyf. 6pc for $13.70 including GST. And the puffs are very small. Very exp I know. Fyi, they only accept cash or credit card. No NETS. Wierd right? Or hotel doesn't accept NETS? Heng mine is debit card so still can sign. If not die. Anyway, I carried box with me till he end work. Lucky the box material is very thick so it doesn't have the very strong durian smell. Worst is I'm force to eat a piece. Si lang gui! Buy for him still want me eat food that I dislike. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I still remember when I'm young I love durians alot. But grow older I really hate it uh. Heng the smell issin't very strong. Still acceptable. But for sure its not enough for durian lovers! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;On tue night, our working neighbour brought durians and mangoes for us. Thanks uncle! And I actually carry a box of durian and 2 mangoes walking home. Durians for boyf again and mangoes for myself. I think the durians are place in styrofoam box so the smell is quite strong. Very mian qiang to carry it with me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Baby actually finish up the whole box. Its okay.. But he still wanna kiss me with the stinking mouth and touch my face with his smelly hands. I swear 1000 times its really smelly hor! Super unbearable. Tmd! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I feel that after a hard long day work, we should pamper ourself by eating good food once in awhile. That's why I will never be stingy with the cost of good food. No matter how exp it is, if I have the money I will still buy it. So when I always buy exp things for boyf, he will nag me non stop. There he is trying hard to save up and here I am trying to spend. Tsk!. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Perhaps Emicakes Durian Puffs for boyf later and Yamazaki Boulanger Chaude Creampuffs for myself? Never enough of pastry! Teehee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2792587681211096569-2701174240799796991?l=invisible-lady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/feeds/2701174240799796991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-wanna-rave-something-about-durians.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2792587681211096569/posts/default/2701174240799796991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2792587681211096569/posts/default/2701174240799796991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-wanna-rave-something-about-durians.html' title=''/><author><name>Madeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15559119411140645388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2792587681211096569.post-3762234665799026323</id><published>2010-05-26T23:21:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T01:05:48.324+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I had super bad hormones change that now my face is filled with pimples and scars. Damn. Must be those late nights out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This month hp bill is $38. Damn the gprs charge so exp. 28th is the cut off date for payment and I don't have money to settle my bill. Die. &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remain at Starhub or port over to Singtel? Still considering. Should I get Iphone 3Gs or wait for 4G? Or shall I get SE X10 or SE Vivaz? Super headache. Spoilt for so many choices yet no money to buy. ;( &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby taking his 2A TP next tue. Super damn fast. As if he just get his 2B licence a few months ago. One year has past unknowingly. In 3 more months he'll be enlisted soon...&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Baby, my off day is on thur. So wed night is what night?&lt;br /&gt;Him: Ladies night lor.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Heeheehee. :D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2792587681211096569-3762234665799026323?l=invisible-lady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/feeds/3762234665799026323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-had-super-bad-hormones-change-that.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2792587681211096569/posts/default/3762234665799026323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2792587681211096569/posts/default/3762234665799026323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-had-super-bad-hormones-change-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Madeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15559119411140645388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2792587681211096569.post-77110839617459175</id><published>2010-05-25T01:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T01:21:38.588+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Have been spending my nights with boyf. Guess I'll grow sideway due to those late night supper again. Jialat. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the cb attitude these few days. You did nothing wrong but I still behave like this. Thanks for the understanding my dear. Just a few days more it'll end and I'll be back to normal. You know what I mean. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2792587681211096569-77110839617459175?l=invisible-lady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/feeds/77110839617459175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/2010/05/have-been-spending-my-nights-with-boyf.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2792587681211096569/posts/default/77110839617459175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2792587681211096569/posts/default/77110839617459175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/2010/05/have-been-spending-my-nights-with-boyf.html' title=''/><author><name>Madeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15559119411140645388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2792587681211096569.post-4261700405811521081</id><published>2010-05-16T22:31:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T22:52:08.354+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know my past few post very emo as if I'm at the edge of breaking up with boyf. But actually we're doing perfectly fine. Heehee. Maybe mood swings are here but confirm not pms. On a happier note, I think God pity me for being alone for the past few weeks nights so he gave me a surprise today. Baby going to work morning shift instead of night. Yessss...!!! Anyway, I didn't like it when he's working at night. Super hard to communicate with him. Plus his work doesn't allow him to carry hp with him. Dumb ass. But I'm still happy anyway. :D &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, And, And... &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;TODAY IS THE FIRST TIME I WALK HOME &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WITH JINGRU AND SMOKE TOGETHER WITH &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HER AFTER WORKING THERE FOR A MONTH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xy and Jr force me to write this in the biggest font so here it is. Me still &lt;strong&gt;bold&lt;/strong&gt; it hor! Glad that I'm settling quite well with work and getting use to the 10 hours working time. We're colleagues from 11am till 9pm and after that we're strangers after we step out of the shop. Tsssssk..!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2792587681211096569-4261700405811521081?l=invisible-lady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/feeds/4261700405811521081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-know-my-past-few-post-very-emo-as-if.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2792587681211096569/posts/default/4261700405811521081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2792587681211096569/posts/default/4261700405811521081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-know-my-past-few-post-very-emo-as-if.html' title=''/><author><name>Madeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15559119411140645388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2792587681211096569.post-1528811896305332534</id><published>2010-05-15T23:35:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T23:59:08.691+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Distance&lt;/span&gt; doesn't really matter if you really &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; the person. What matters most is your &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;honesty &lt;/span&gt;and&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; trust&lt;/span&gt; for that relationship to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;work out&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what if the basic honesty and trust can't even be fulfilled? &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Acceptance&lt;/span&gt; from others, is a great blessing for ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;How can we move on, without being accepted? &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Stay &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;on,&lt;/span&gt; continue living this happy go lucky life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Move &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;on,&lt;/span&gt; forget the past and embrace the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Let &lt;/span&gt;go, putting a full stop to everything. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which do you &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;choose&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I choose to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;let&lt;/span&gt; go." - &lt;/em&gt;Madeline &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2792587681211096569-1528811896305332534?l=invisible-lady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/feeds/1528811896305332534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/2010/05/distance-doesnt-really-matter-if-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2792587681211096569/posts/default/1528811896305332534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2792587681211096569/posts/default/1528811896305332534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/2010/05/distance-doesnt-really-matter-if-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Madeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15559119411140645388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2792587681211096569.post-988246200457938540</id><published>2010-05-14T22:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T01:28:41.824+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='15th Monthsary'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Today marks our 15 months together. How time flies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I have 24 hours to live, I will spend 23 hours with you and the remaining 1 hour to find someone who is willing to spend the rest of her life with you. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you were to ask if I'll wait for you, my reply is I don't know. I won't give you an answer that I'm not confident in doing it. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If one day I were to leave you, its not because I don't love you. There must be a secret hidden beneath it for me to know, for you to find out. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I said words that are hurtful to you, it all ain't true. Because all are a pack of lies and it hurts me a thousand million times. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could turn back time, it will be the first day I meet you. I will rewrite history and not let the same thing to happen again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2792587681211096569-988246200457938540?l=invisible-lady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/feeds/988246200457938540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/2010/05/today-marks-our-15-months-together.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2792587681211096569/posts/default/988246200457938540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2792587681211096569/posts/default/988246200457938540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/2010/05/today-marks-our-15-months-together.html' title=''/><author><name>Madeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15559119411140645388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2792587681211096569.post-7468671276121442775</id><published>2010-05-09T00:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T00:57:12.979+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Sweetie, happy 7 months old! Mummie love you. I know I've been neglecting you when you need me most, yet you're always by my side when I needed you. Mummie hate this too. But due to my new work, you'll understand my situation right? Once my good girl, always my good girl. ♥ &lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2792587681211096569-7468671276121442775?l=invisible-lady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/feeds/7468671276121442775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/2010/05/sweetie-happy-7-months-old-mummie-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2792587681211096569/posts/default/7468671276121442775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2792587681211096569/posts/default/7468671276121442775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/2010/05/sweetie-happy-7-months-old-mummie-love.html' title=''/><author><name>Madeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15559119411140645388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2792587681211096569.post-4147934499864996740</id><published>2010-05-02T01:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T01:33:00.521+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Some things are best not to know. But the more you wanna resist, the more the temptation come. And when you know the answer, end up you will be feeling hurt. However hard you try to forget about the best answer, it will still be lingering inside your mind even though you know it has happen long time ago. ♥ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2792587681211096569-4147934499864996740?l=invisible-lady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/feeds/4147934499864996740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/2010/05/some-things-are-best-not-to-know.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2792587681211096569/posts/default/4147934499864996740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2792587681211096569/posts/default/4147934499864996740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/2010/05/some-things-are-best-not-to-know.html' title=''/><author><name>Madeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15559119411140645388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2792587681211096569.post-3023331189081554786</id><published>2010-04-30T23:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T00:18:54.202+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today is the day you remove your triangle underwear, went for your first pract of 2A and you did it! Congrats baby! I'm proud of you. :) &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet baby at 5.30am just nao in the morning. Crazy I know. Though only for a short while, but better than nothing. And he say me slim down liao! Legs not so fat like before. Jitao make me wanna fly in the air. Laughs! That's the power of not taking regular meals and walking home. I swear I'm going to be a small size girl. Baby gonna go NS in 4 months time so confirm will slim down. I cannot be fat too!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2792587681211096569-3023331189081554786?l=invisible-lady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/feeds/3023331189081554786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/2010/04/today-is-day-you-remove-your-triangle.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2792587681211096569/posts/default/3023331189081554786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2792587681211096569/posts/default/3023331189081554786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/2010/04/today-is-day-you-remove-your-triangle.html' title=''/><author><name>Madeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15559119411140645388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2792587681211096569.post-4898005948332351351</id><published>2010-04-28T23:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T23:39:23.896+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Would You Be There'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If I were blue, would you be there for me,&lt;br /&gt;And whisper in my ears that's okay.&lt;br /&gt;Would you stand by me, let me hold you tight,&lt;br /&gt;And say you love me one more time. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I feel good, would you slow dance with me,&lt;br /&gt;And touch my lips with tender loving care.&lt;br /&gt;Would you die for me,&lt;br /&gt;Would you run with me,&lt;br /&gt;And never look back? &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you be there to love to be with me,&lt;br /&gt;Would you swear that your love is always true?&lt;br /&gt;Would you say that you'll always be the one,&lt;br /&gt;To take my breath away? &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I'm away, would you still think of me?&lt;br /&gt;And wished that you could hold me now.&lt;br /&gt;Would you die for me, would you run with me,&lt;br /&gt;All the way? &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you be there to save my soul tonight?&lt;br /&gt;Would you swear that your love is always true?&lt;br /&gt;Would you say that you always be there,&lt;br /&gt;To kiss my pain away? &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I may not be your first, but to be your last would be perfect. (L) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2792587681211096569-4898005948332351351?l=invisible-lady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/feeds/4898005948332351351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/2010/04/if-i-were-blue-would-you-be-there-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2792587681211096569/posts/default/4898005948332351351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2792587681211096569/posts/default/4898005948332351351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/2010/04/if-i-were-blue-would-you-be-there-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Madeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15559119411140645388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2792587681211096569.post-7302119367502959842</id><published>2010-04-27T22:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T00:38:59.177+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='He&apos;s The One'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Probably he's the best guy who treated me bloody good in my entire life.&lt;br /&gt;Not I want to boast or show off, but I can't deny this fact. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one who will stay awake the whole morning just to see me sleep.&lt;br /&gt;The one who will come finding me even if its only awhile.&lt;br /&gt;The one who love whining and teh-ing at me.&lt;br /&gt;The one who is willing to grow fat and eat supper with me.&lt;br /&gt;The one who know what I'm going to do next. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the one who show me the meaning of love.&lt;br /&gt;You're the one who I always rely on.&lt;br /&gt;You're the one who dote on me pricelessly.&lt;br /&gt;You're the one who never fail to make me smile radiantly.&lt;br /&gt;You're the one who always stand by me. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know 4 months later you'll be serving NS. Something which I hate to happen gonna happen soon. Though I won't know what will happen to us till then, but I will wait, wait for this 2 long years to end. I know you'll be waiting for me too right? Cos you say you'll only love me and hold my hand. Words said cannot be taken back. I don't care!! ;) &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&amp;amp; I love you precious! ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2792587681211096569-7302119367502959842?l=invisible-lady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/feeds/7302119367502959842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/2010/04/probably-hes-best-guy-who-treated-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2792587681211096569/posts/default/7302119367502959842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2792587681211096569/posts/default/7302119367502959842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/2010/04/probably-hes-best-guy-who-treated-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Madeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15559119411140645388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2792587681211096569.post-6903009213086575941</id><published>2010-04-25T22:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T23:19:07.488+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When baby is working, I'm sleeping. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he's sleeping, I'm working. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sibei jialat lor! &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the buey tahan me, set alarm to wake up at 4.30am for the past 2 nights just to text him and make sure he's safe at home. 1h 30min later I will continue to sleep till 10am to prepare for work. And my next off day I think I will be very lonely. Nice one!  &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which means I can only see him next week PROVIDED IF he request for same off day as me or off one night before my off. But I think will be hard since he CANNOT request as it is random pick! But let me tell you this BABY, most probably I will fix my off on TUESDAY so you better do something to it! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2792587681211096569-6903009213086575941?l=invisible-lady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/feeds/6903009213086575941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/2010/04/when-baby-is-working-im-sleeping.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2792587681211096569/posts/default/6903009213086575941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2792587681211096569/posts/default/6903009213086575941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/2010/04/when-baby-is-working-im-sleeping.html' title=''/><author><name>Madeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15559119411140645388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2792587681211096569.post-420744658299530014</id><published>2010-04-23T22:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T23:29:19.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I've been going home late or not going home for the past one week and now I'm finally sitting infront of the laptop to blog. Baby change job AGAIN so he very eng to come find me. I think 2 weeks later den I can see his face. Sad. Plus he's working late night. Lagi sad!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2792587681211096569-420744658299530014?l=invisible-lady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/feeds/420744658299530014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/2010/04/ive-been-going-home-late-or-not-going.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2792587681211096569/posts/default/420744658299530014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2792587681211096569/posts/default/420744658299530014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/2010/04/ive-been-going-home-late-or-not-going.html' title=''/><author><name>Madeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15559119411140645388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2792587681211096569.post-7663719319889721520</id><published>2010-04-17T00:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T00:49:06.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm getting quite use with the new work environment. Just that I'm slow but I believe I will become a pro one day! Like how I first work in polyc, super slow. But end up I'm going fast! Thank you baby, for the encouragement. That's why till today I'm still staying strong. Your words damn power! ;D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night me and him went Kbox and sing till 3am. $8 nett only lo!!! Super cheap right?!?! But promotion only on weekdays and end till end of june. That's what the lady/guy told me. Reach home 4.30am really knock me out. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby gonna get enlisted in Aug. Poor poor me. :(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2792587681211096569-7663719319889721520?l=invisible-lady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/feeds/7663719319889721520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/2010/04/im-getting-quite-use-with-new-work.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2792587681211096569/posts/default/7663719319889721520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2792587681211096569/posts/default/7663719319889721520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/2010/04/im-getting-quite-use-with-new-work.html' title=''/><author><name>Madeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15559119411140645388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2792587681211096569.post-8507971481870753209</id><published>2010-04-14T01:36:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T03:20:23.103+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='14th Monthsary'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;We've been together for 14 months and still growing strong! ♥&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Baby,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today marks the first day of our 14 months. Thank you for standing by me in the last 13 months. I know 14 months is neither long nor short. There's still a long way for me to understand you better. The changes and effort you put in this relationship, I can see and feel it. You once said before; The moment you choose me is like choosing a package. There must be things that you love and dislike. Me too, I'm trying hard to change the dislike to your like. If you can change, why can't I? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;No worries, you've been a great boyf. Just like the draggy you wanted, there's nothing more you can make changes and modification to it. Maybe the tyres, brake or handle bar? Heeeh. Say till draggy, I'll try my best to fulfill this promise okay? No matter what the outcome is, at least we've tried. Just 16 more days, you can go for your class 2A and remove your triangle underwear. Baby!! Are you happy? Still remember you text me telling me you pass your TP? After lesson I rush down to SSDC to find you. You keep saying you cannot believe you pass and why that stupid officer give you 6, 8 or 10 points (this I really forget) when you didn't make any mistake. Are you recalling back? :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;My favourite blog post of all "Our Path of Love and Reminiscing the Past". Sometimes when I'm so bored I'll just click to read it again and again. It will help me refresh how you and me started everything step by step.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Last but not least, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love you.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This 3 words, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;so simple yet so true.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;p/s: Baby and I are counting down to our 14 months and when the clock strikes 12am, we gave each other a big hug. Sweeeeeeeet lahhhhhh! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2792587681211096569-8507971481870753209?l=invisible-lady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/feeds/8507971481870753209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/2010/04/weve-been-together-for-14-months-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2792587681211096569/posts/default/8507971481870753209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2792587681211096569/posts/default/8507971481870753209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/2010/04/weve-been-together-for-14-months-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Madeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15559119411140645388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2792587681211096569.post-7772957800396791980</id><published>2010-04-11T20:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T21:44:29.312+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm back from the chalet! Why does good time always end so fast? T.T &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night baby came to pick me up from my house and we went over to Aloha Loyang. Had the super big room with queen size bed just for ourself. With our own personal toilet and balcony at level 2. Seems to be a short get away trip just for the both of us. Abit kua zhang I know. Tsk! Tsk! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though its bored and nothing to do, but its still fun lah! With the accompany of boyf and cousins, perfect! BBQing, smoking, enjoy each other company etc. I ♥ it! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm craving for STICKY rock candies. :(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2792587681211096569-7772957800396791980?l=invisible-lady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/feeds/7772957800396791980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/2010/04/im-back-from-chalet-why-does-good-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2792587681211096569/posts/default/7772957800396791980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2792587681211096569/posts/default/7772957800396791980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/2010/04/im-back-from-chalet-why-does-good-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Madeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15559119411140645388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2792587681211096569.post-5381247742138582017</id><published>2010-04-09T02:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T02:22:03.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy 6 months old lil Autumn! &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've been with us for the past 6 months. Daddie and mummie ♥  you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2792587681211096569-5381247742138582017?l=invisible-lady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/feeds/5381247742138582017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/2010/04/happy-6-months-old-lil-autumn-youve.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2792587681211096569/posts/default/5381247742138582017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2792587681211096569/posts/default/5381247742138582017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/2010/04/happy-6-months-old-lil-autumn-youve.html' title=''/><author><name>Madeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15559119411140645388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2792587681211096569.post-2036864159614882954</id><published>2010-04-08T22:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T22:38:46.372+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I've leave the big Sk polyc family yesterday. Sad is sad, but finally a big relieve. Thank you colleagues, you people make my first job experience a happy one. I will try to go back when I'm free. :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out with baby last night since today he's not working. We spend the whole night together. Back home at 1pm today. Really knock me out by sleeping the whole afternoon without pillow cos my mum take out to sun tan. Now I'm having a super aching neck. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tml night will be going over to cousin chalet with baby. (^^)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2792587681211096569-2036864159614882954?l=invisible-lady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/feeds/2036864159614882954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/2010/04/ive-leave-big-sk-polyc-family-yesterday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2792587681211096569/posts/default/2036864159614882954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2792587681211096569/posts/default/2036864159614882954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/2010/04/ive-leave-big-sk-polyc-family-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>Madeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15559119411140645388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2792587681211096569.post-3750380396732500781</id><published>2010-04-05T14:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T14:31:50.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wed is my last day of work at Sk. Finally leaving the life of phone calls and sucked up attitude from patients. Super happy till last night can't sleep. Can't wait for wed to end! &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fri night going to cousin chalet. Eat, drink, play and grow fat. Boyf gonna accompany me. Finally letting down my hair and enjoy myself. Wohoo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2792587681211096569-3750380396732500781?l=invisible-lady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/feeds/3750380396732500781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/2010/04/wed-is-my-last-day-of-work-at-sk.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2792587681211096569/posts/default/3750380396732500781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2792587681211096569/posts/default/3750380396732500781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/2010/04/wed-is-my-last-day-of-work-at-sk.html' title=''/><author><name>Madeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15559119411140645388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2792587681211096569.post-1916027554704073519</id><published>2010-04-04T21:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T14:03:11.805+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sometimes when I look back my blog post, I'm always having a good laugh. Wonder why and how can I be so silly writing such things. Yet it makes me feel that I've grown up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought of blogging about this guy I've known about 5 years ago. He's my secret best friend, I've never tell anybody about him except for boyf. He's one year senior than me, we're in the same sec school. I bet none of my sec sch mates know about him. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He teach and guide me in life, but never once I listen to him. I'm just so stubborn. None of his words go through my mind. I keep thinking that he's my second mother, forever nagging at me. Sometimes I find him irritating cos I really dislike people nagging at me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he's a great support pillar in my life. When things doesn't go right, I'll run back whining to him. Even if one day the world collapse on me, I'll always have him to be my shelter. No matter how much he say he gonna block me in MSN or ignore me, I know he won't. Cos he can't live without my kp-ness and I can't live without his nagging. I know its abit of bhb, but don't deny it okay! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I ain't a good girl, always picking fights with you. But I just love the way we communicate. End up we'll be the same again, gossiping and 38 everything under the world. :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still remember the early days when we known each other, you walk me home from school? You never spoke a word to me until I open my mouth to talk. At that time I really want to tor hui. Your words is never more than 10 sentence. I felt as if I'm talking to a mute. I think now if we meet up, the same silence between us will still happen again. But I'm going to make you talk. Tsk!. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You ask me before if I can live without you. My answer is no. For the past 5 years, I'm use to MSNing you if you're online. 5 years of 'siblings' love, nothing can replace it. Sorry bro, for always making you angry. Yet you'll always forgive me. I know you love me, cause I love you too my bro! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you'll be reading it. Don't get touched till cry. I've got much more things to write but nothing comes out from my mind. Wait till you online, I'll tell you how much I love you ok? Teehee. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2792587681211096569-1916027554704073519?l=invisible-lady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/feeds/1916027554704073519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/2010/04/sometimes-when-i-look-back-my-blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2792587681211096569/posts/default/1916027554704073519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2792587681211096569/posts/default/1916027554704073519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/2010/04/sometimes-when-i-look-back-my-blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Madeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15559119411140645388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2792587681211096569.post-8077895927299374926</id><published>2010-04-04T19:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T20:23:04.017+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Before I realise, this whole week I'm taking dinner cum supper for 3 nights. And its all Indian food! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tue night we dine in at Jalan Kayu. We ordered one plate fried rice, 2 planta roti prata, 2 butter naan and 1 tandoori chicken set with 2 piece plain naan. Ordered so much cos we're hungry and we&lt;strong&gt; thought&lt;/strong&gt; we &lt;strong&gt;can&lt;/strong&gt; finish. Baby had the fried rice and I have the chicken set. After his fried rice, he say he's full already. He ate abit of the naan and prata so he expect me to finish everything up. Cos he say is I wanna order so many food. So I squeeze everything inside my tummy with a cup of lime juice. The left over is only a piece of plain naan. Nice one! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thur night we had a meetup with the bikers. Had a late night supper at Sinpang/Simpang Bedok. Initally he ordered 2 plates of chicken mu-ta-bak without asking the size. Then I think suddenly something went through his brain so he cancel one plate. Heng uh! If not I'm going to finish the whole plate alone. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night we had roti john. He had mutton and I have the chicken. We dabao from Jalan Kayu and eat under my block. $4 can really eat till lao sai. He scared not enough still wanna order 2 piece prata. Heng we don't have enough cash so cancel the prata order again. Tsk! I'm having a 2 months old baby in my tummy and he had a 4 months old. Now you know why we're always growing side ways? Ohh, &amp;amp; after that we went to meet Xinyi under her block. Slack till 3.30am den go home. Did I mention before I'll be going over to her work place to work on 15th? :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now I had dinner at Bedok 85. Ate quite alot. *Faint!* I'm having a bad tummy nao. &gt;'( &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But good food never fail to make me smile. I love food!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2792587681211096569-8077895927299374926?l=invisible-lady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/feeds/8077895927299374926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/2010/04/before-i-realise-this-whole-week-im.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2792587681211096569/posts/default/8077895927299374926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2792587681211096569/posts/default/8077895927299374926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/2010/04/before-i-realise-this-whole-week-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Madeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15559119411140645388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2792587681211096569.post-7198979952134451584</id><published>2010-04-01T13:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T14:28:16.721+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy April Fool! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2792587681211096569-7198979952134451584?l=invisible-lady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/feeds/7198979952134451584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/2010/04/happy-april-fool-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2792587681211096569/posts/default/7198979952134451584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2792587681211096569/posts/default/7198979952134451584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/2010/04/happy-april-fool-d.html' title=''/><author><name>Madeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15559119411140645388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2792587681211096569.post-8299267984578532250</id><published>2010-03-30T10:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T10:44:28.988+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A woman beauty doesn't comes from her looks,&lt;br /&gt;it comes from her heart. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the point of having a pretty looking face with an ugly heart,&lt;br /&gt;yet an ugly woman with a beautiful heart?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2792587681211096569-8299267984578532250?l=invisible-lady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/feeds/8299267984578532250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/2010/03/woman-beauty-doesnt-comes-from-her.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2792587681211096569/posts/default/8299267984578532250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2792587681211096569/posts/default/8299267984578532250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/2010/03/woman-beauty-doesnt-comes-from-her.html' title=''/><author><name>Madeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15559119411140645388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2792587681211096569.post-5459742023792461828</id><published>2010-03-23T10:05:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T11:53:43.537+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;I did wonderful things last night. :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Baby came to fetch me after work and we went to fly kite at Anchorvale. When I'm flying, our kite got entangled with 3-4 kites. And must be me playing with it. Lol. I'm a pro. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;As the wind there is limited, we then headed over to Yishun Dam. Play till sibei shiok cos the wind there is always strong. So we decided to let it fly higher. If you went there before, you'll know that one of the side is sea, the other is a reservoir. Den the wind suddenly blew a lil smaller, and I don't have time or strength to reel the kite back, so it drop inside the reservoir! We try so hard to pull it back till our hand hurts cos we brought the string for $15. But the kite koyak already. 2 times also my fault. Tsk! Tsk! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Den I played with bike at Dam. I mean using my legs to drag again with boyf sitting behind me! This issin't the main point. At my house downstairs, baby really let me ride gear 1 of the bike. Its moving! But my hands cannot cordinate well and I kia si, so it keep 'die car'. But really cool la. Its not as heavy as I've always think. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Baby say he gonna do waxing with me if I go for 2B license. Heeh! But will only go for it after I got more familiar with bike stuffs and he changing bike. Yesssssssssss....!! He's going to change again. I think guys are very beri rich. Always like to change bike. I think I'm back at one year ago around this period. He nagging when can go for TP, when can buy bike and bla. Now he keep buzzing around my ears with the word DRAGSTAR. Buey tahan!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2792587681211096569-5459742023792461828?l=invisible-lady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/feeds/5459742023792461828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-did-wonderful-things-last-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2792587681211096569/posts/default/5459742023792461828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2792587681211096569/posts/default/5459742023792461828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-did-wonderful-things-last-night.html' title=''/><author><name>Madeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15559119411140645388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2792587681211096569.post-2102367945130831782</id><published>2010-03-22T09:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T10:16:09.489+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Looking at the countdown stickers, we've been together for 1 year, 1 month, 1 week and 1 day. :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear boyf came to find me last night and we went kite flying at the field behind my house. But the wind issin't that strong so it can't fly high. Pek cek with the wind so we gave up. Shall go over Anchorvale later to fly again. Teehee! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One fine day, I'm going to pull boyf to do brazilian waxing with me. If you don't know what is brazilian waxing, its striping off the hair at your private part. Using hot wax to spread on your skin, wait for awhile and pull it off! The pain confirm shiok. Tsk!. Tsk!. Who says guys can't do waxing? In fact male waxing are more expensive than female lor. Maybe because male private part is more complicated than a female? I don't think so lo. Kekeke! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2792587681211096569-2102367945130831782?l=invisible-lady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/feeds/2102367945130831782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/2010/03/looking-at-countdown-stickers-weve-been.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2792587681211096569/posts/default/2102367945130831782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2792587681211096569/posts/default/2102367945130831782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisible-lady.blogspot.com/2010/03/looking-at-countdown-stickers-weve-been.html' title=''/><author><name>Madeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15559119411140645388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
