<?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-7240475988608249698</id><updated>2012-01-17T13:52:39.544+08:00</updated><title type='text'>C'est La Vie ♥</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240475988608249698/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240475988608249698/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Ammala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16212812960047300564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/SgUM08g6wlI/AAAAAAAAAkM/RoPRu2lhCew/S220/lol.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>307</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240475988608249698.post-7150654583906567679</id><published>2012-01-17T13:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T13:52:39.579+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello, 2012.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Things have changed so much within the past few months. I'm so worn out; the fine lines under my eyes are more prominent than ever. Just around the same time last year, I was having the time of my life. No worries, no responsibility. It was just me and my girlfriends, enjoying the nights away. Now things have changed. I can feel the weight of the responsibility on my shoulders, the pressure building slowly.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;I'm so exhausted, I don't think even the term 'exhaustion' fully encompasses how I feel. I know it'll all pay off in the end, so I'm trying to look forward to the future that lies ahead. I've been falling ill a lot recently, and it's pretty depressing. The doctors seem to be clueless on what is wrong with me. Brilliant, isn't it? I now have blue-black marks on my arms, and my veins seem to have turned black, after all the tests, intravenous antibiotics and nights in hospital. Nightmare, I tell you.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;On to other things. A few months before, I finally decided to forgive a certain someone in my life, for all the things he put me through. It's a big deal, considering the fact that I had ignored him completely the first time he contacted me in the mid of last year. I've grown strong as a person and I'm no more the soft-hearted girl that people once knew me to be.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;I know what I want and what I need. I have my future planned, and no matter what the obstacles are, I will move forward to my goal. There are, of course, many more things to learn, many issues that need to be addressed.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;I don't regret forgiving the boy because for the first time, he proved that he truly has changed. It's been almost 6 months now and he has been nothing but supportive, and caring. I have to say the tables had turned, and I was making more mistakes than ever. I've done quite a few things I'm not proud of. But he would always be there, even if it meant turning up at a random place at 3am in the morning to look for me just to make sure I'm safe. Or even getting screwed up by a bunch of idiots because of me, just to protect me. Hurt him many times but he never gave up on me, and because of him, I've changed for the better. It's really sweet of him, and I'm glad to have him back.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;My friends have been great; my family has been supportive of me. Studying and working at the same time is a complete nightmare. I truly admire the others who have gotten the hang of it. Sleepless nights, the constant worrying, the dark eyed circles that seem to be deeply etched in my skin.. I'd rather not even think about it. My illness seems to have gotten the best of me, I'm so far behind in school now and it's really depressing me. I no longer have time for myself.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Well it doesn't matter how slow you go, as long as you do not stop. Right? So I'll take things day by day, and I hope to be back on track in time. I just pray to get better soon. I'm going to start reading to pass my time now. I finally had the time to update since I'm on medical leave today.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HxoJUtOAPq8/TxUML-xKR1I/AAAAAAAABhU/zo8JRnK3de4/s1600/IMG-20111030-00315.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="296" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HxoJUtOAPq8/TxUML-xKR1I/AAAAAAAABhU/zo8JRnK3de4/s400/IMG-20111030-00315.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Bad lighting, and two very tired people. (Look at those eye bags!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Love, me :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7240475988608249698-7150654583906567679?l=a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/7150654583906567679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/2012/01/things-have-changed-so-much-within-past.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240475988608249698/posts/default/7150654583906567679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240475988608249698/posts/default/7150654583906567679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/2012/01/things-have-changed-so-much-within-past.html' title='Hello, 2012.'/><author><name>Ammala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16212812960047300564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/SgUM08g6wlI/AAAAAAAAAkM/RoPRu2lhCew/S220/lol.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HxoJUtOAPq8/TxUML-xKR1I/AAAAAAAABhU/zo8JRnK3de4/s72-c/IMG-20111030-00315.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240475988608249698.post-3268013207083110630</id><published>2011-08-31T16:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T16:55:26.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;How do you forgive someone who has hurt you more than anyone ever had? How do you forget all the pain they put you through, all the memories, all the tears? How do you feel comfortable around them and the people involved with hurting you, all over again? How many times can you forgive someone for hurting you in the most unforgivable ways? How stupid can one be to forgive someone and give them yet another chance, when they've already done so many times and got their heart broken? How many times does the person need to get slapped on the face till they actually learn not to be so stupid and give out more chances? How much more can a person take? How do you get over the insecurities that grew over the years because of the person's insults and actions? And how do you know whether the person has finally changed, or even has the capability to change?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Time will tell?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Seriously, just fuck my life.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I am too soft-hearted.&amp;nbsp;&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/7240475988608249698-3268013207083110630?l=a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/3268013207083110630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/2011/08/how.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240475988608249698/posts/default/3268013207083110630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240475988608249698/posts/default/3268013207083110630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/2011/08/how.html' title='How?'/><author><name>Ammala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16212812960047300564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/SgUM08g6wlI/AAAAAAAAAkM/RoPRu2lhCew/S220/lol.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240475988608249698.post-3748951268995677080</id><published>2011-07-22T02:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T02:59:33.745+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is beautiful ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;It's been forever since I blogged. It feels weird, being here again. I do kind of miss penning out my thoughts. :) I guess I've been too busy enjoying my life away, and trying to balance out work as well. 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Things are not exactly easy right now, there's always that tiny little imperfections you'd wish to iron out. But I can proudly say that I'm enjoying my life to the fullest. Looking back, I don't know how I even lived my life previously. Ever had that feeling that you finally woke up to life after many years of being asleep? I feel like I had never faced the world before this. I guess you can say things change, situations change, people change, for better or for worse. Used to be the girl who always rushed home for curfews and now I hardly even come home. Nightlife and friends seem to have taken up most of my time and it's pretty difficult trying to balance it with work, family and planning the future. Working the bar in a club opened up my eyes quite alot, met many interesting people and got closer to my friends and sister more than ever. It's been super fun and difficult at the same time. I think we've all gotten carried away with our late nights, outings, stayover at different places, partying etc. Making new friends in that workplace has made me develop habits I shall not speak of. *ahem* *coughs* It's really difficult when you're having too much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I've been being more responsible and planning out my career and studies. Working at NUS high school as a lab technologist, it feels kind of weird to be back to the sciences again but damn I miss it! It's all working out perfectly. Things happen for a reason I believe, and I believe all are just blessings in disguise :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would prefer pictures to speak for itself but unfortunately some asshole has stolen my Iphone (I know who you are cheapskate). Did I mention that my life is one huge drama/movie? I could laugh. I have nothing more I feel like writing so I shall take my leave and head off to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;XO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7240475988608249698-3748951268995677080?l=a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/3748951268995677080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/2011/07/life-is-beautiful.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240475988608249698/posts/default/3748951268995677080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240475988608249698/posts/default/3748951268995677080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/2011/07/life-is-beautiful.html' title='Life is beautiful ♥'/><author><name>Ammala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16212812960047300564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/SgUM08g6wlI/AAAAAAAAAkM/RoPRu2lhCew/S220/lol.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rA8-75SvEG0/TihwoJzTr7I/AAAAAAAABfE/peCboh1NbBw/s72-c/IMG-20110710-00054.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240475988608249698.post-1265964366580420345</id><published>2011-05-17T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T20:12:02.771+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;You know that feeling? The lousy feeling you get when you're just standing there among the bustling crowd. You're watching everyone go on with their own lives, but you're just standing there feeling helpless on what to do. The feeling you get in the pit of your stomach when you think of something you've been trying not to think about, the queasy feeling that makes you feel faint. The thoughts just keep coming, the memories keep flashing in your mind making you want to crumble and breakdown. When you feel helpless because you've been trying to stay strong for so long, that it just builds up till you feel like just screaming. Even then, it feels like your screams will never be heard. You feel like tearing your hair out of frustration, you've been trying your very best to move forward. You feel like you're alone even when you're surrounded by your loved ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7240475988608249698-1265964366580420345?l=a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/1265964366580420345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/2011/05/you-know-that-feeling-lousy-feeling-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240475988608249698/posts/default/1265964366580420345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240475988608249698/posts/default/1265964366580420345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/2011/05/you-know-that-feeling-lousy-feeling-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Ammala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16212812960047300564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/SgUM08g6wlI/AAAAAAAAAkM/RoPRu2lhCew/S220/lol.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240475988608249698.post-2252553732499755492</id><published>2011-05-05T16:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T21:06:09.898+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Note to self</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;1) Stop bottling things up. Tell people how you feel when they hurt you, stop bending backwards just to please everyone. When you bottle things up = you tend to blow up later on and hurt people. And the worst part, they didn't even know it was coming since you've been acting indifferent all along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Stop being too honest. Some things are not meant to be said, because it hurts other's feelings and doesn't improve on the situation. Especially when you bottle things up and blow up later (back to pt 1)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Stop caring about what people think. If they have so much time to judge you and your actions when you haven't offended them in any way, it just shows how much time they have on their hands. And as the saying goes, don't point your fingers when your hands ain't clean? It applies well here since half of them are going nowhere in life/drunkards/hold horrible reputations/jerks. (Yes, this is a direct stab at you hypocritical, two-faced jerks )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Don't put up with people who treat you like shit. Friends, lovers, family.. whoever. Please take the exit because I'm sick and tired of being stepped on and being taken advantage of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Don't speak when you're angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Stop being an emotional eater. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Learn to keep a balance between friends and family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Stop exiting into your dream world when things get hard and start focusing on reality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Let go of past mistakes, past hurt and pain, because it hurts you more when you hold on to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Listen more, speak less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) Increase your attention span, especially when it comes to your WORK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) Be more open to changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) Stop being so overprotective of loved ones, some need to learn on their own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) What's meant to be, will happen in time. Don't fret over it, build on your own life and when it comes around, you'll be ready for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) Stop taking light things so seriously, stop taking serious things so lightly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) Stop procastinating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17) Start working towards goals more seriously. No halfways!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18) You can't tame fire with fire. Only love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19) Stop giving people many chances when they never change to treat you right. Focus on the ones who love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20) Stop letting your pride get in the way of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21) Be yourself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21 this year, so I shall action and&amp;nbsp; make 21 notes :P hehehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7240475988608249698-2252553732499755492?l=a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/2252553732499755492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/2011/05/note-to-self.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240475988608249698/posts/default/2252553732499755492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240475988608249698/posts/default/2252553732499755492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/2011/05/note-to-self.html' title='Note to self'/><author><name>Ammala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16212812960047300564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/SgUM08g6wlI/AAAAAAAAAkM/RoPRu2lhCew/S220/lol.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240475988608249698.post-4481698230191359001</id><published>2011-05-03T22:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T22:38:59.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed align="middle" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=1513209474824384406&amp;amp;site=widget-96.slide.com" name="flashticker" quality="high" salign="l" scale="noscale" src="http://widget-96.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" style="height: 320px; width: 400px;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; width: 400px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=1513209474824384406&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ismap="ismap" src="http://widget-96.slide.com/p1/1513209474824384406/bb_t056_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=1513209474824384406&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ismap="ismap" src="http://widget-96.slide.com/p2/1513209474824384406/bb_t056_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=1513209474824384406&amp;amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ismap="ismap" src="http://widget-96.slide.com/p4/1513209474824384406/bb_t056_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm slowly picking up the pieces and putting it back together, and I  see that things are slowly falling into place. Life has not been this  peaceful for very long thus I am truly enjoying the serenity. I have not  been having this much fun for years! Late night rides, our trips to  scary places, the frightening experiences, the people we've met up, old  and new, our ladies' nights, our bowling and pool nights, our beach  outings and times when we just sit and talk the days away. Friends,  family, extended family, old acquaintainces.. memories to be cherished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spending time with family, and alot of talks wth my dear mother  really helps. She has such a beautiful way of putting things and making  things clearer for me. Mothers always have the healing touch. :) I've  never been close to her in my life, and this is the first time I'm  really getting to know the true meaning of a mother. I'm really happy  about it. I hope this lasts :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say that you are your own worst critic, and I think my own  thoughts are killing me slowly. I try to keep myself occupied but  sometimes I tend to just daze off into space. It makes me wonder, at  times, whether I did the right thing. But I try not to second-doubt what  I do, because I believe that at one point it meant alot to me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you admit the truth? If you know that dear friendships were on  the line? When you know you could lose some people forever? When you  know you could get away with it if you don't utter a word and have the  life you wanted? Not many would, but I did. And I wasn't asked to do it,  I did it on my own accord. Food for thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are still many things yet to be fixed. One example of that  would be that obnoxious, pompous ass that I wish I could murder. The  same one that I have cursed too many times. Things are not going to get  better till the day comes when we can be rid of that person. It's going  to be years till we get to do that, so for now I can only vent my  feelings as I watch all the misdeeds take place before my eyes. It is  truly hurting, to see my loved ones get hurt. And it is even more  hurting to think that at one point of my life, this person was there for  me. Only to realize now that this person was too busy talking behind  our backs all this while. And all the things that was done to me..  unforgiveable. I've ranted too many times about this person, and that is  the only thing that keeps me sane. I'm surprised that all of us are  still sane. But we all have scars that can't be healed. But we're not  going to give up the fight, cause we'll always be united :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on to other things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very confused on many things. I know what I want, I'm just having  trouble on what I should do first and when to start on it. Singapore  has very limited resources; I wish I could leave the country. To  Australia &amp;lt;3 The place I've been dreaming of moving to since I was  16.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the big dreams come on, I do have some things on my to-do list. :P&lt;br /&gt;1) Master bowling &amp;amp; playing pool&lt;br /&gt;2) Learn how to cook indian food&lt;br /&gt;3) Eat healthier and exercise - to lose 4kg (Vainpot much?!)&lt;br /&gt;4) Take my driver's license&lt;br /&gt;5) Learn french&lt;br /&gt;6) Get over my fear of balls (most retarded fear on earth)&lt;br /&gt;7) Study hard when school starts&lt;br /&gt;8) Be closer to my family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm already on my way on most of it! Let's see how it goes!&lt;br /&gt;Many events coming up soon, can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;Life is short, might as well enjoy it while it lasts ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7240475988608249698-4481698230191359001?l=a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/4481698230191359001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/2011/05/im-slowly-picking-up-pieces-and-putting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240475988608249698/posts/default/4481698230191359001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240475988608249698/posts/default/4481698230191359001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/2011/05/im-slowly-picking-up-pieces-and-putting.html' title=''/><author><name>Ammala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16212812960047300564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/SgUM08g6wlI/AAAAAAAAAkM/RoPRu2lhCew/S220/lol.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240475988608249698.post-3013504393554881982</id><published>2011-04-21T21:36:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T20:10:49.128+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Dear god, I can't go on like this anymore. Why did it have to be this way? Why was I so fucking stupid? Why???????????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did I bother sacrificing so much for a guy who couldn't do the same or even near to that for me?&lt;br /&gt;One who fucking wouldn't even bother contacting me or asking me out?&lt;br /&gt;One who lied, and lied, and lied, and never realized lies are what hurt me the most.. Not even cheating. One who gave me so much insecurities and made me feel like as if I'm not good enough? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY did I bother taking time to understand him when he didn't even bother the same with me?&lt;br /&gt;Why did I even bother contacting him everyday, msging or even asking him out for so many months when he DIDN'T and never seemed to bother?&lt;br /&gt;Why did I bother sticking with him when he did bad things in the past, when he could just&amp;nbsp;throw me away when things got hard?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't do this. I never want to be in a relationship again. How am I ever to be the same? I don't want more heartbreaks. This is a permanent scar that will never heal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear karma, do you really exist?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might not be perfect but noone deserves to be treated this way! :'(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7240475988608249698-3013504393554881982?l=a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/3013504393554881982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/2011/04/dear-god-i-cant-go-on-like-this-anymore.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240475988608249698/posts/default/3013504393554881982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/jlPjnEXjgas" title="YouTube video player" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything I know about love&lt;br /&gt;I learned from you, from you&lt;br /&gt;And everything I know about &lt;span class="IL_AD" id="IL_AD12"&gt;pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned from you, you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were my only, you were my first&lt;br /&gt;You showed me lonely, and you took me in when I was &lt;span class="IL_AD" id="IL_AD11"&gt;hurt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the most &lt;span class="IL_AD" id="IL_AD9"&gt;important&lt;/span&gt; thing you ever gave me&lt;br /&gt;Was the one that hurt the most&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="IL_AD" id="IL_AD8"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thank you for the broken heart, oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;And thank you for the permanent scar, oh&lt;br /&gt;'Cause if it wasn’t for you, I might forget&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;How it feels to let go, and how it feels to get a &lt;span class="IL_AD" id="IL_AD6"&gt;brand&lt;/span&gt; new start&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thank you for the broken heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember when you called&lt;br /&gt;And said that she didn’t mean anything&lt;br /&gt;How could you expect me to look at you&lt;br /&gt;The same way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;ins style="border: medium none; display: inline-table; height: 60px; margin: 0pt; padding: 0pt; position: relative; visibility: visible; width: 234px;"&gt;&lt;/ins&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were my only but not my last&lt;br /&gt;You showed me lonely, and you made me put you in the past&lt;br /&gt;But the most important thing you ever gave me&lt;br /&gt;Was the one that hurt the most&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thank you for the broken heart, oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;And thank you for the permanent scar, oh&lt;br /&gt;'Cause if it wasn’t for you, I might forget&lt;br /&gt;How it feels to let go, and how it feels to get a brand new start&lt;br /&gt;So thank you for the broken heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And every time I find myself alone in pieces&lt;br /&gt;I find myself&lt;br /&gt;I’ll just remember when you hurt me and I made it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thank you for the broken heart&lt;br /&gt;And thank you for the permanent scar&lt;br /&gt;Cause if it wasn’t for you, I wouldn’t be here&lt;br /&gt;With the love of my life, all my pain disappear&lt;br /&gt;I’ve come so far&lt;br /&gt;So thank you for the broken heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank you, I thank you&lt;br /&gt;For the broken heart&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah oh, for the broken heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll &lt;span class="IL_AD" id="IL_AD5"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt; have a broken heart again &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7240475988608249698-31167599477333136?l=a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/31167599477333136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/2011/04/so-thank-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240475988608249698/posts/default/31167599477333136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240475988608249698/posts/default/31167599477333136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/2011/04/so-thank-you.html' title='So thank you for the broken heart'/><author><name>Ammala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16212812960047300564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/SgUM08g6wlI/AAAAAAAAAkM/RoPRu2lhCew/S220/lol.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/jlPjnEXjgas/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240475988608249698.post-1879171385266728547</id><published>2011-04-15T00:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T00:03:23.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And I'm okay</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/yq37uVPQ2yg" title="YouTube video player" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Once upon a time there was a girl &lt;br /&gt;In her early years she had to learn &lt;br /&gt;How to grow up living in a war that she called home &lt;br /&gt;Never know just where to turn for shelter from the storm &lt;br /&gt;Hurt me to see the pain across my mother's face &lt;br /&gt;Everytime my father's fist would put her in her place &lt;br /&gt;Hearing all the yelling I would cry up in my room &lt;br /&gt;Hoping it would be over soon &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bruises fade father, but the pain remains the same &lt;br /&gt;And I still remember how you kept me so afraid &lt;br /&gt;Strength is my mother for all the love she gave &lt;br /&gt;Every morning that I wake I look back to yesterday &lt;br /&gt;And I'm OK &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I often wonder why I carry all this guilt &lt;br /&gt;When it's you that helped me put up all these walls I've built &lt;br /&gt;Shadows stir at night through a crack in the door &lt;br /&gt;The echo of a broken child screaming "please no more" &lt;br /&gt;Daddy, don't you understand the damage you have done &lt;br /&gt;To you it's just a memory, but for me it still lives on &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bruises fade father, but the pain remains the same &lt;br /&gt;And I still remember how you kept me so, so afraid &lt;br /&gt;Strength is my mother for all the love she gave &lt;br /&gt;Every morning that I wake I look back to yesterday &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's not so easy to forget &lt;br /&gt;All the lines you left along her neck &lt;br /&gt;When I was thrown against cold stairs &lt;br /&gt;And every day I'm afraid to come home &lt;br /&gt;In fear of what I might see there &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bruises fade father but the pain remains the same &lt;br /&gt;And I still remember how you kept me so afraid &lt;br /&gt;Strength is my mother for all the love she gave &lt;br /&gt;Every morning that I wake I look back to yesterday &lt;br /&gt;And I'm OK &lt;br /&gt;I'm OK &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7240475988608249698-1879171385266728547?l=a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/1879171385266728547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/2011/04/and-im-okay.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240475988608249698/posts/default/1879171385266728547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240475988608249698/posts/default/1879171385266728547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/2011/04/and-im-okay.html' title='And I&apos;m okay'/><author><name>Ammala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16212812960047300564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/SgUM08g6wlI/AAAAAAAAAkM/RoPRu2lhCew/S220/lol.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/yq37uVPQ2yg/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240475988608249698.post-3143259448437012624</id><published>2011-04-11T00:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T20:10:49.128+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/sNbefiTiGB4" title="YouTube video player" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Say you're sorry, that face of an angel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Comes out just when you need it to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As I paced back and forth all this time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cause I honestly believed in you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Holding on, the days drag on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Stupid girl, I should have known&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I should have known&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm not a princess, this ain't a fairy tale&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm not the one you'll sweep off her feet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lead her up the stairwell&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This ain't Hollywood, this is a small town&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was a dreamer before you went and let me down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now it's too late for you and your white horse, to come around&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Baby I was naive, got lost in your eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And never really had a chance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I had so many dreams about you and me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy endings, now I know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title=''/><author><name>Ammala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16212812960047300564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/SgUM08g6wlI/AAAAAAAAAkM/RoPRu2lhCew/S220/lol.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/sNbefiTiGB4/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240475988608249698.post-4954126958046204500</id><published>2011-04-10T01:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T16:18:23.732+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div id="body"&gt;One who speaks a lie hurts. Only truth gives life and peace. A lie  always hurts. Even the smallest lie hurts. It hurts the one to whom the lie  has been spoken, and surely the person who speaks the lie. In today's  world lies are taken as way of life. Those who speak lies, bury morality  so deep down somewhere, that no one can find it. These people with  black hearts speak lies and sometimes they lie to the extent that it  kills the one who believes them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking a lie is betraying  trust. To speak a falsehood to one who believes that truth is being  spoken, is sinful. Society may not punish liars, but there is the law of  karma, that punishes the liar.&lt;b&gt; But what of the pain that a liar gives  to one who trusted her/him?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lies come in many types. Let us first  try to find out about what kinds of liars are there on this earth. The  first type is a small liar. A poor person, who speaks lies to survive in  this brutal world. On the other end, we have liars who rule the  nations. For their own power, they invent all kinds of lies and mislead  people to believe the untruth.&lt;br /&gt;The worst liars are those who lie  to someone who has total trust in her/him. A child always takes the word  of mother or father as the truth. The child has total trust in the  words and takes them as the gospel truth. But as the child grows up,  he/she realizes that his/her parent speak lies whenever they find it  convenient. The child gets trained at this stage of life. Though the  child learns about speaking truth in the text books, what he/she finds  in the reality of role models, is different. And that reality is  followed. This habit of speaking lies perpetuates in this fashion. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;One  more type of liar is the lover.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt; Love depends on trust and nothing but  total trust. When a lover speaks lies, that not only breaks the trust,  but it also kills the hearts. It kills the man/woman to whom the lie is  spoken. These lovers are smooth liars. They think that by speaking lies  they will save the love, but they manage to destroy not only the love ,  but also their beloved. &lt;/b&gt;They poison the life of their beloved with lies  and are nothing short of murderers and killers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I said before,  society may not punish such liars, because society is not concerned with  the depth of such relationships. But what of Karma, as the Indian  philosophy calls it? That leaves no one. Only the law of karma gives the  punishment to the liar. The liar gets punished by the law of karma. &lt;b&gt;Who  will save the person who trusted the liar? Only the mercy of god can  save such a battered person.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="overflow: hidden;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Article Source: http://EzineArticles.com/127037&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7240475988608249698-4954126958046204500?l=a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/4954126958046204500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/2011/04/lies_10.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240475988608249698/posts/default/4954126958046204500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240475988608249698/posts/default/4954126958046204500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/2011/04/lies_10.html' title='Lies'/><author><name>Ammala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16212812960047300564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/SgUM08g6wlI/AAAAAAAAAkM/RoPRu2lhCew/S220/lol.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240475988608249698.post-7699616416449422908</id><published>2011-04-04T01:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T16:18:23.735+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.google.com/url?source=imgres&amp;amp;ct=img&amp;amp;q=http://scienceblogs.com/neurotopia/coffee%2520love.jpg&amp;amp;sa=X&amp;amp;ei=waeYTfuTNI7zrQe-udHoCw&amp;amp;ved=0CAQQ8wc&amp;amp;usg=AFQjCNEOPFdB1bulJF2-invUopqunKv3NA" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="221" src="http://www.google.com/url?source=imgres&amp;amp;ct=img&amp;amp;q=http://scienceblogs.com/neurotopia/coffee%2520love.jpg&amp;amp;sa=X&amp;amp;ei=waeYTfuTNI7zrQe-udHoCw&amp;amp;ved=0CAQQ8wc&amp;amp;usg=AFQjCNEOPFdB1bulJF2-invUopqunKv3NA" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And suddenly, I am okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7240475988608249698-7699616416449422908?l=a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/7699616416449422908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/2011/04/and-suddenly-i-am-okay_04.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240475988608249698/posts/default/7699616416449422908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240475988608249698/posts/default/7699616416449422908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/2011/04/and-suddenly-i-am-okay_04.html' title=''/><author><name>Ammala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16212812960047300564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/SgUM08g6wlI/AAAAAAAAAkM/RoPRu2lhCew/S220/lol.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240475988608249698.post-4132177051100615564</id><published>2011-04-03T20:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T16:18:23.747+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;What does this mean really?&lt;br /&gt;What does everything really mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.esquire.com/media/cm/esquire/images/long-path-0808-lg-27545553.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://www.esquire.com/media/cm/esquire/images/long-path-0808-lg-27545553.jpg" width="256" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like there's two different sides of me raring to come out. I hope I'm taking the right path. I need to balance everything out, get my thoughts ironed out, before I go insane. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7240475988608249698-4132177051100615564?l=a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/4132177051100615564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/2011/04/what-does-this-mean-really-what-does_03.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240475988608249698/posts/default/4132177051100615564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240475988608249698/posts/default/4132177051100615564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/2011/04/what-does-this-mean-really-what-does_03.html' title=''/><author><name>Ammala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16212812960047300564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/SgUM08g6wlI/AAAAAAAAAkM/RoPRu2lhCew/S220/lol.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240475988608249698.post-5092238667917441333</id><published>2011-04-02T23:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T16:18:25.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Signs of guy trouble</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1) He No Longer Considers Your Feelings&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;You have a bad day (and it’s written on your face) and he doesn’t ask  you about it. You have a headache and he doesn’t offer you an aspirin.  If you are in pain, whether physical or mental, and your man says or does nothing…that’s someone who doesn’t care about you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent; border: medium none; color: white; overflow: hidden; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent; border: medium none; color: white; overflow: hidden; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;2) You hardly see him&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent; border: medium none; color: white; overflow: hidden; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;When you’re with someone, they should be there. If you are in a &lt;span class="IL_AD" id="IL_AD1"&gt;long distance relationship&lt;/span&gt;, that’s one thing. If your man lives across town but you hardly ever see him…that’s a sure clue that he’s just not &lt;span class="IL_AD" id="IL_AD5"&gt;into you&lt;/span&gt; anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent; border: medium none; overflow: hidden; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent; border: medium none; overflow: hidden; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;3) He’s distant&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent; border: medium none; overflow: hidden; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;You used to know your man inside and out but now you don’t know  what’s going on in his life. For all you know he’s changed jobs, his  name, his hair-color, his sexual orientation. You can’t be in a  relationship if you don’t even know the person you’re in a relationship  with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent; border: medium none; overflow: hidden; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent; border: medium none; overflow: hidden; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;4) He Doesn’t Tell You About Important Things&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one ties into number five. You may still tell your man things but he doesn’t tell you things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5) You’re Very Unhappy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can’t expect that every day in a relationship is going to be   sunshine and lollipops. However, if everyday feels like slow torture and   you just want to&lt;b&gt; curl up into a ball and cry&lt;/b&gt;…that’s not a good thing.   You could be depressed but if you feel this way because of the one your   with…you don’t need a therapist to tell you that breaking up may make   you loads happier.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent; border: medium none; overflow: hidden; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;div style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: orange;"&gt;My one year of waiting for change and going through these things everyday just because I was told that I was&amp;nbsp; loved. When you love someone, you show it. Not ask them to wait around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: orange;"&gt;Noone knows the amount of pain I harbor in my heart. Gosh, the pain. I already have so much going on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: orange;"&gt;I am damaged. Damaged beyond repair. I feel like a toy that was used till it was worn out, and thrown in the trash.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;God, save me now because I feel like I'm dying everyday. It takes me so much effort just to keep my head above the water. So much effort. To save myself from drowning. I'm supposed to be the 'eternally optimistic' type but there's only this much a girl can handle..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7240475988608249698-5092238667917441333?l=a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/5092238667917441333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/2011/04/signs-of-guy-trouble_02.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240475988608249698/posts/default/5092238667917441333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240475988608249698/posts/default/5092238667917441333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/2011/04/signs-of-guy-trouble_02.html' title='Signs of guy trouble'/><author><name>Ammala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16212812960047300564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/SgUM08g6wlI/AAAAAAAAAkM/RoPRu2lhCew/S220/lol.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240475988608249698.post-4547906233603282754</id><published>2011-03-27T17:36:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T16:18:23.757+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reminiscing the past</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://poundpuplegacy.org/files/userimages/Image/themes/child_abuse.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://poundpuplegacy.org/files/userimages/Image/themes/child_abuse.png" width="242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grew up in a broken family. No, my parents never acted like parents.  We were all like a big group of children fighting. I had no guidance  from them, I had to look for my aunt and uncle for comfort. People care for their parents and do things for them and I never understood why? Maybe because my life was the opposite? Physically  abused as a kid can cause alot of damage and taints the way you see  people. Alchoholic parent, the other emotionally unstable, abusive maids, family, neighbours, teachers.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how to express myself, I don't know how to act like  a daughter, or a person even, I had to guess what my morals should be, I had to guess how  to be social with people. And most of the time when I meet new people I  only feel like running away, see that's what I used to do when I was  child. Run into my room and hide. The urge is so strong and it never  goes away. Always thinking everyone is going to hurt me or hit me, cause  at one point, everyone did exactly that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The racism in Singapore might be hidden under the folds but that doesn't mean it doesn't exist. Back then, those who did it might think these insults won't hurt a person, but really, having enough problems at home.. you'd think you can escape from it in school or atleast with friends! I remember all the pain I had to go through, it got so bad, I resorted to many things that I don't wanna mention. I hated people, in general. Because it seemed like everyone hated me. Depressing. Everyone in my family seemed to be going through depression. From fights to screams to knives to suicide. It never seemed to end. Oh the pain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;People never seem to understand how the past can affect a person growing up.&lt;/b&gt; You take them by face value when you meet them, have these expectations for them and you don't seem to realize not all live up to it. I hate that. But we all do it don't we? I am a very awkward person. Wary, if you would say. And I don't know why everyone takes in the wrong way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;When I see people who I feel don't want me around, who don't talk to me properly, or I feel don't include me much because they're close to each other, I get nervous and awkward. Scared even. &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shut off completely, go into my safe little shell. Not because I don't like them, but because I'm afraid I'd make them not like me more. I've had enough of negativity in the past. And then they'll take it the wrong way, they think I'm being anti-social, stuck up or plain arrogant. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me to open up, I need time and reassurance. I close up the moment I feel someone doesn't like me. What do you expect from a girl who had to grow up with people jeering at her, throwing things at her, abusing her? Oh nooo, it's always the face value.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, you look like those bimbotic kind, spoilt type of girl"&lt;br /&gt;"You look like the type with alot of guys friends, flirt, and club alot" &lt;br /&gt;"You look like those attention-seeking/loud/noisy type"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I've been getting throughout poly, when meeting different people. I hate this to the max. And when they see me acting differently from what they perceived me to be by face value, I'm considered arrogant. Maybe I'm just quiet? Ever thought of that? Why hate someone because of it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why pick on my flaws for nothing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so hurting. You meet people, you talk, they don't talk back much to you so you keep quiet. You keep quiet and they don't like it. They talk behind your back about it. You try to fit in, you can't. &lt;b&gt;You can never win. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None of these people seem to understand how it feels. See the kid in the above picture? That was me when I was a kid. Far worse than that, really. And people come around saying things because I'm different? I go back to the same state as above picture. In my own quiet world where I can just shut off and be by myself. A vicious cycle it is. I've tried being nice, sucking up even, fighting back too.. since being nice didn't work, and now? I've just given up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just feel like running away sometimes. I need to. Before everything just crushes me completely cause I'm sick and tired of carrying this weight on my shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, I'm just going to hide away in my own world. It was easier when I was a kid, it's just as easy now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7240475988608249698-4547906233603282754?l=a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/4547906233603282754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/2011/03/reminiscing-past_27.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240475988608249698/posts/default/4547906233603282754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240475988608249698/posts/default/4547906233603282754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/2011/03/reminiscing-past_27.html' title='Reminiscing the past'/><author><name>Ammala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16212812960047300564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/SgUM08g6wlI/AAAAAAAAAkM/RoPRu2lhCew/S220/lol.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240475988608249698.post-7632302511752449892</id><published>2011-03-27T01:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T16:18:23.761+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eat, pray, love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;em&gt;1. Life’s metaphors are God’s instructions.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;2. You have just climbed up and above the roof. There is nothing between you and the Infinite. Now, let go.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;3. The day is ending. It’s time for something that was beautiful to turn into something else that is beautiful. Now, let go.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;4. Your wish for resolution was a prayer. Your being here is  God’s response. Let go, and watch the stars come out—on the outside and  on the inside.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;5. With all your heart, ask for grace, and let go.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;6. With all your heart, forgive him, FORGIVE YOURSELF and let it go.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;7. Let your intention be freedom from useless suffering. Then, let go.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;8. Watch the heat of day pass into the cool night. Let go.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;9. When the karma of a relationship is done, only love remains. It’s safe; let go.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;10. When the past has passed from you at last, let go. Then climb down and begin the rest of your life.&amp;nbsp; With great joy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let go. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7240475988608249698-7632302511752449892?l=a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/7632302511752449892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/2011/03/eat-pray-love_27.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240475988608249698/posts/default/7632302511752449892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240475988608249698/posts/default/7632302511752449892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/2011/03/eat-pray-love_27.html' title='Eat, pray, love'/><author><name>Ammala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16212812960047300564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/SgUM08g6wlI/AAAAAAAAAkM/RoPRu2lhCew/S220/lol.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240475988608249698.post-3543800513901597342</id><published>2011-03-27T01:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T16:18:23.765+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Dear god,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate having to see people I love continuously go through pain and hurt when they've already gone through more than they can handle. I hate having to see that horrible person getting away with the misdeeds; I hate watching that person talking behind about our backs, manipulating us and getting away with it. I hate watching that person say and do mean things to people who love and care for that person. I hate having to see their lives wasting away because of that certain person who can't keep quiet and make peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You fucking fat whore, I hate you, and I might've said this a million times here but I'll say it again;&lt;br /&gt;You reap what you sow and one day all the karma for all the lies and manipulation will come and hit you a thousand fold. &lt;br /&gt;You think we don't know what you're saying or doing but we do; and we're not stupid.&lt;br /&gt;We're just waiting for the right time to get back at you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all the pain and trauma you've cause every single one of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate having to see the people I love the most cry. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7240475988608249698-3543800513901597342?l=a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/3543800513901597342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/2011/03/dear-god-i-hate-having-to-see-people-i_27.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240475988608249698/posts/default/3543800513901597342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240475988608249698/posts/default/3543800513901597342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/2011/03/dear-god-i-hate-having-to-see-people-i_27.html' title=''/><author><name>Ammala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16212812960047300564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/SgUM08g6wlI/AAAAAAAAAkM/RoPRu2lhCew/S220/lol.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240475988608249698.post-2096965941894608917</id><published>2011-03-26T15:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T20:12:02.872+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;FUCKING INGRATE. RAN BACK TELLING ME SORRY EVEN WHEN YOU LIKED OTHER GIRLS AND I ACCEPTED YOU _|_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'LL NEVER STOP HATING YOU FOR THIS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7240475988608249698-2096965941894608917?l=a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/2096965941894608917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/2011/03/fucking-ingrate.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240475988608249698/posts/default/2096965941894608917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240475988608249698/posts/default/2096965941894608917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/2011/03/fucking-ingrate.html' title=''/><author><name>Ammala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16212812960047300564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/SgUM08g6wlI/AAAAAAAAAkM/RoPRu2lhCew/S220/lol.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240475988608249698.post-4913675844248247127</id><published>2011-03-26T15:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T20:12:02.879+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Fuck you.&lt;br /&gt;FUCK you for everything you did to me.&lt;br /&gt;For everything I've done for you.&lt;br /&gt;For all the times you told me you didn't mean what you did, what you said.&lt;br /&gt;For saying all the shit that you said&lt;br /&gt;For all the times I forgave you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm here picking up all the broken pieces of me you left &lt;br /&gt;And you're so happy having fun with someone else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened to all the stupid excuses?&lt;br /&gt;"OH I'M NOT INTERESTED IN A RELATIONSHIP"&lt;br /&gt;and shit.&lt;br /&gt;All your lies&lt;br /&gt;I HATE YOU SO MUCH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look at my past archives. And ALL THE CRAP you put me through.&lt;br /&gt;And now knowing it wasn't worth it?&lt;br /&gt;Gosh Ammala where was your brains? Where was your stupid brains?&lt;br /&gt;How could you have not realized earlier?&lt;br /&gt;Blinded by love? WHAT kind of love was this?!&lt;br /&gt;Come to think of it, you said you were sure you wanted ME.&lt;br /&gt;FUNNY HOW YOU SAID ALL THESE THINGS AND IN THE END WALKED AWAY.&lt;br /&gt;I NEVER PROMISED YOU ANYTHING BUT I HELD ON TILL THE VERY END.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I GAVE YOU EVERY SINGLE PIECE OF ME ONLY TO HAVE MYSELF TRAMPLED ON SO FUCKING MANY TIMES _|_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF THERE IS SUCH THING AS KARMA, I HOPE TO SEE IT HAPPEN SOON&lt;br /&gt;Cause I swear, I can't take this anymore!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7240475988608249698-4913675844248247127?l=a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/4913675844248247127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/2011/03/fuck-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240475988608249698/posts/default/4913675844248247127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240475988608249698/posts/default/4913675844248247127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/2011/03/fuck-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Ammala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16212812960047300564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/SgUM08g6wlI/AAAAAAAAAkM/RoPRu2lhCew/S220/lol.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240475988608249698.post-7249787093482476725</id><published>2011-03-26T12:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T16:18:23.775+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not giving up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://cache2.asset-cache.net/xc/93453371.jpg?v=1&amp;amp;c=NewsMaker&amp;amp;k=2&amp;amp;d=A7B69CF049AC9005E55A94050E337272300C6D4E7BAA39C879D321D84F35683A" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="224" src="http://cache2.asset-cache.net/xc/93453371.jpg?v=1&amp;amp;c=NewsMaker&amp;amp;k=2&amp;amp;d=A7B69CF049AC9005E55A94050E337272300C6D4E7BAA39C879D321D84F35683A" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At one point of time, I had everything I wanted. Everything I needed. I had worked hard for it and it's noone else's fault&amp;nbsp; but mine for letting it all slip away. One day, I'll be back there again. You have to go through the good and bad days as good days give you joy.. and bad days give you experience, right? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not giving up.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I'll take things day by day till I get there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7240475988608249698-7249787093482476725?l=a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/7249787093482476725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-not-giving-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240475988608249698/posts/default/7249787093482476725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Before you start putting me down or assuming things about me, don't forget that you guys aren't any better.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;If you guys can go around saying things about me based on what others say, I can do the same thing about all of you and it'll be 100 times worse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Next time you point a finger, I'll point you to the mirror. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7240475988608249698-8496338554068165169?l=a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/8496338554068165169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/2011/03/to-all-assholes_26.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240475988608249698/posts/default/8496338554068165169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240475988608249698/posts/default/8496338554068165169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/2011/03/to-all-assholes_26.html' title='To all the assholes'/><author><name>Ammala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16212812960047300564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/SgUM08g6wlI/AAAAAAAAAkM/RoPRu2lhCew/S220/lol.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240475988608249698.post-7366643851993435269</id><published>2011-03-25T23:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T20:10:49.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/3zhP8SDKGeM" title="YouTube video player" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know they wanna come and separate us but they can't do us nothin&lt;br /&gt;You're the one I want and I'm a continue lovin&lt;br /&gt;Cause your considered wifey and I'm considered husband&lt;br /&gt;And I'm a always be there for you&lt;br /&gt;And either way you look at it I ain't goin no where for my muffin&lt;br /&gt;Cause she gonna hold it down, cant no body tell her nothin&lt;br /&gt;You got the kind of love that always make a better fussin&lt;br /&gt;And that's what gets me closer to you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And no one knows&lt;br /&gt;Why I'm into you&lt;br /&gt;Cause they'll never know what its like to walk in our shoes&lt;br /&gt;And no one know, the things we've been through&lt;br /&gt;Can never measure up to half of what I put you through&lt;br /&gt;That's why we'll break through&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I don't care what they say&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna be with you&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna be with you&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be with you&lt;br /&gt;And I don't care what they do&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna be with you&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna be with you&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna be with you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Seems like every day that go by things are gettin harder&lt;br /&gt;Want to be the one that give you the whole enchilada&lt;br /&gt;Cause I know what my baby like, I lean you on that Prada&lt;br /&gt;You ain't got to match with the shoes&lt;br /&gt;All about knowing you I'm into doing things to keep you longer&lt;br /&gt;Stickin together forever, watch it grow stronger&lt;br /&gt;That's the way it has to be, everything proper&lt;br /&gt;Keepin it always true&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And no one knows&lt;br /&gt;Why I'm into you&lt;br /&gt;Cause they'll never know what its like to walk in our shoes&lt;br /&gt;And no one know, the things we've been through&lt;br /&gt;Can never measure up to half of what I put you through&lt;br /&gt;That's why we'll break through&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I don't care what they say&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna be with you&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna be with you&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be with you&lt;br /&gt;And I don't care what they do&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna be with you&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna be with you&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna be with you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You are everything in my life see the joy you bring&lt;br /&gt;And ain't no one I can compare you to&lt;br /&gt;And I know that you will never walk away from me no matter what&lt;br /&gt;And that's why I plan to do the same thing for you&lt;br /&gt;And I want you to know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I don't care what they say&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna be with you&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna be with you&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be with you&lt;br /&gt;And I don't care what they do&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna be with you&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna be with you&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna be with you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7240475988608249698-7366643851993435269?l=a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/7366643851993435269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-know-they-wanna-come-and-separate-us_25.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240475988608249698/posts/default/7366643851993435269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240475988608249698/posts/default/7366643851993435269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-know-they-wanna-come-and-separate-us_25.html' title=''/><author><name>Ammala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16212812960047300564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/SgUM08g6wlI/AAAAAAAAAkM/RoPRu2lhCew/S220/lol.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/3zhP8SDKGeM/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240475988608249698.post-195272285054551498</id><published>2011-03-25T17:34:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T20:12:02.897+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So tell me baby, what do I have to lose?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;According to you, I'm too stubborn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;According to you, I don't open up enough to you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;According to you, It was a mistake that I didn't introduce you to my parents;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Not that it was because you never gave me security in our relationship&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;According to you, I don't seem to deserve chances when I made mistakes.&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;According to you, it seems like I'll never be good enough.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;According to me, it's okay you lied, make many mistakes, liked another.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;According to me, you deserved as many chances you ever asked for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;According to me, it's okay that I had to wait for almost two years for you to commit to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;According to me, it was okay that you put me down for being who I am. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;According to me, it's okay that you get carried away and seem to forget my existence. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;According to me, it's okay you get moody easily, to me it's cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;According to me, you're just as stubborn but I loved you anyways.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Funny how all I ever asked for is for you to call, or ask me out once in awhile.. and things ended up like this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;My mistake for thinking you bothered about me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;My mistake for not realizing that this love was 1-sided.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Afterall if you love someone, you accept them for who they are don't you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;My mistake for thinking this will last.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;My mistake for not leaving you for good in November when I broke up with you, realizing you will never change.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Now I'm here picking up the pieces of what's left of me while you're enjoying your life with someone else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;My mistake for thinking you deserved me because &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;you don't, never did, and never will.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I have nothing to lose. And maybe that's what hurts.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Knowing that it was only too easy to walk away.&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Others might think I'm the bitch. And it makes me laugh.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I never lied. I never went behind his back. I stayed faithful and I am proud of it.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I make mistakes, I have my flaws, and that makes me human.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Think whatever you want of me, because really, &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;who gives a shit about what you think?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;BEFORE YOU POINT YOUR FINGERS, LOOK AT YOUR OWN RETARDED REFLECTIONS ASSHOLES. Are you guys going to say you deserve to judge me? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;PS: If there is such thing as karma, goodddddd luckkkkk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7240475988608249698-195272285054551498?l=a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/195272285054551498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/2011/03/so-tell-me-baby-what-do-i-have-to-lose.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240475988608249698/posts/default/195272285054551498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240475988608249698/posts/default/195272285054551498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/2011/03/so-tell-me-baby-what-do-i-have-to-lose.html' title='So tell me baby, what do I have to lose?'/><author><name>Ammala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16212812960047300564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/SgUM08g6wlI/AAAAAAAAAkM/RoPRu2lhCew/S220/lol.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240475988608249698.post-7404044133946432457</id><published>2011-03-24T22:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T16:18:23.782+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I think I'll be posting here sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;Tumblr ain't so great when you wanna blog with pictures and stuff.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;But I still love Tumblr! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Okay bye.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;-EDIT-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Oh wow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; I managed to find all my old blogposts dated all the way to 2007, when I first started my blog!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;And I found a LOT of things that enlightened me, made me tear even.. sigh.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Memories of the past. Friends, family, loved ones.. :'(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I miss that person, that certain guy, and how he used to be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Feelings change (not people) and it causes break ups, and you can't do anything about it but learn from it.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;But in the end, my blog archive made me realize so many things;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I understand why things ended up the way it did. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; &amp;amp; I know everything that had happened made me into the person I am today,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;So I won't regret it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I will blog more soon :D&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;My tumblr will be just for reblogging and this shall be my personal blog. :)&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/7240475988608249698-7404044133946432457?l=a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' 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style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7240475988608249698-8909760698261990910?l=a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/8909760698261990910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/2010/07/moved_05.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240475988608249698/posts/default/8909760698261990910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: 11px;"&gt;I will remember you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Will you remember me?&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don’t let your life pass you by&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Weep not for the memories&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Remember the good times that we had?&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I let them slip away from us when things got bad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How clearly I first saw you smilin’ in the sun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wanna feel your warmth upon me, I wanna be the one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I will remember you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Will you remember me?&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don’t let your life pass you by&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Weep not for the memories&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I’m so tired but I can’t sleep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Standin’ on the edge of something much too deep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;It’s funny how we feel so much but we cannot say a word&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;We are screaming inside, but we can’t be heard&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I will remember you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Will you remember me?&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don’t let your life pass you by&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Weep not for the memories&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I’m so afraid to love you, but more afraid to loose&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Clinging to a past that doesn’t let me choose&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Once there was a darkness, deep and endless night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You gave me everything you had, oh you gave me light&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I will remember you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Will you remember me?&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don’t let your life pass you by&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Weep not for the memories&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I will remember you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Will you remember me?&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don’t let your life pass you by&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Weep not for the memories&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Weep not for the memories&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Always &amp;amp; Forever&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7240475988608249698-2282376575892683148?l=a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/2282376575892683148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-will-remember-you_21.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240475988608249698/posts/default/2282376575892683148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;If he misses you, he’ll call just to hear your voice. If he wants you, he’ll say it. And if he cares, he’ll show it. If he has a thought about you, it will come out of his mouth. If you are on his mind non-stop, he will do anything he can just to see you. If he truly likes you, he won’t let anything get in the way and fight back just… to keep you in his arms. If not, he can’t be worth your time because you’re obviously not worth his.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7240475988608249698-209668529454837552?l=a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/209668529454837552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/2010/06/if-he-misses-you-hell-call-just-to-hear_13.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240475988608249698/posts/default/209668529454837552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240475988608249698/posts/default/209668529454837552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/2010/06/if-he-misses-you-hell-call-just-to-hear_13.html' title=''/><author><name>Ammala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16212812960047300564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/SgUM08g6wlI/AAAAAAAAAkM/RoPRu2lhCew/S220/lol.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240475988608249698.post-6595311897614279161</id><published>2010-06-03T16:21:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T20:10:49.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Current blog song</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Inspirational &lt;span class="fn"&gt; ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/TAdmPDfgSdI/AAAAAAAABeg/Zr1xK6CkTWY/s1600/love-21.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/TAdmPDfgSdI/AAAAAAAABeg/Zr1xK6CkTWY/s320/love-21.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="fn"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="fn"&gt;&lt;marquee&amp;nbsp; behavior="scroll" direction="up"&gt;&lt;/marquee&amp;nbsp;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Dreams are just dreams&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When they're stuck inside your head&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And all it takes is a little help from you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You know it's true&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That dreams are for real&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;When you see what I see&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;And you feel it too&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;We took the longest road&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Just to make it harder&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Let's do it all again&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;It only makes us stronger&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dreams&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I guess we're just made of dream&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nothin' else matters&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As long as we believe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'm lookin' at you&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;And I see my life&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Passing before my eyes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;And when the journey's over&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;And all my dreams come true&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'll dream of you&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What do you see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When you look inside your heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A little thought&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Can walk a thousand miles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And change your life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When dreams lead the way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The impossible is suddenly in sight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Every step you take&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just brings it all together&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You gotta keep the faith&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When all seems lost forever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You're the one&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;That keeps my hope alive&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;My vision clear&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'll spend my life with you&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Conquer fear&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;We'll make it through&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nothin' else matters&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;As long as we believe&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'm lookin' at you&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;And I see my life&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Passing before my eyes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;And when the journey's over&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;And all my dreams come true&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'll dream of you&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="fn"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="fn"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I miss you Bf :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="fn"&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="fn"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7240475988608249698-6595311897614279161?l=a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/6595311897614279161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/2010/06/current-blog-song_03.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240475988608249698/posts/default/6595311897614279161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240475988608249698/posts/default/6595311897614279161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/2010/06/current-blog-song_03.html' title='Current blog song'/><author><name>Ammala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16212812960047300564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/SgUM08g6wlI/AAAAAAAAAkM/RoPRu2lhCew/S220/lol.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/TAdmPDfgSdI/AAAAAAAABeg/Zr1xK6CkTWY/s72-c/love-21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240475988608249698.post-4256420082850237013</id><published>2010-06-02T22:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T20:10:49.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/TAZl1fO774I/AAAAAAAABdo/FKWl4iBs6aA/s1600/IMG0088A.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/TAZl1fO774I/AAAAAAAABdo/FKWl4iBs6aA/s320/IMG0088A.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/TAZl3nLO6BI/AAAAAAAABdw/_lFJpiIiA_A/s1600/IMG0090A.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/TAZl3nLO6BI/AAAAAAAABdw/_lFJpiIiA_A/s320/IMG0090A.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/TAZlvhBJlpI/AAAAAAAABdg/8H0XDmExFGU/s1600/IMG0085A.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/TAZlvhBJlpI/AAAAAAAABdg/8H0XDmExFGU/s320/IMG0085A.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Current mood: Sad.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I miss Em. So he won't be coming out for two weeks. I'm just looking at the fact that after 4 more weeks, it's over. I had a reeeeeeally good time with him last weekend. After so long, we want to town and had a hell lot of fun. :)) He's like a child now, so lost and confused. Tekong is his new home, he's forgotten how to make his way around singapore. ;P We were stumped on how to navigate around Orchard. Was fun to watch him so blur and confused. ;D Ate at Kenny Rogers. I'm sure I'm putting on weight! :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/TAZl46QatEI/AAAAAAAABd4/3m-4KYzZkBE/s1600/IMG0095A.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/TAZl46QatEI/AAAAAAAABd4/3m-4KYzZkBE/s320/IMG0095A.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/TAZl6IRM18I/AAAAAAAABeA/wIcFHWqu5p0/s1600/IMG0099A.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/TAZl6IRM18I/AAAAAAAABeA/wIcFHWqu5p0/s320/IMG0099A.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss hanging out with these people. So freakin' hard to catch nowadays! Karlpana&amp;nbsp; has exams, Renu is leaving for perth, Nana is always working.. But it's fun when we do meet up. We dined at Gelare. I and Nana had pasta. Pasta at Gelare?! Weird right? But it was okay. We understood exactly why it's only famous for it's cakes and ice cream. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/TAZo2phzIbI/AAAAAAAABeI/94siWPOo6ZY/s1600/IME+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/TAZo2phzIbI/AAAAAAAABeI/94siWPOo6ZY/s320/IME+1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/TAZo5ZKWErI/AAAAAAAABeQ/s7_Ist27Zhs/s1600/IME+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/TAZo5ZKWErI/AAAAAAAABeQ/s7_Ist27Zhs/s320/IME+2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/TAZo9338YQI/AAAAAAAABeY/YuZPE2N1Npw/s1600/IME+3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/TAZo9338YQI/AAAAAAAABeY/YuZPE2N1Npw/s320/IME+3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up this wonderful group of people. I miss them and our times in IME. We are always the loudest wherever we go, we pretty much brought down the restaurant with our laughter. Had a great time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eating, eating &amp;amp; eating. After sometime, I realize I'm a social eater. The first thing that pops up into my mind when meeting people is having dinner or lunch with them. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm lazy to blog now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abrupt ending, bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7240475988608249698-4256420082850237013?l=a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/4256420082850237013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/2010/06/current-mood-sad.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240475988608249698/posts/default/4256420082850237013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240475988608249698/posts/default/4256420082850237013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/2010/06/current-mood-sad.html' title=''/><author><name>Ammala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16212812960047300564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/SgUM08g6wlI/AAAAAAAAAkM/RoPRu2lhCew/S220/lol.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/TAZl1fO774I/AAAAAAAABdo/FKWl4iBs6aA/s72-c/IMG0088A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240475988608249698.post-7524887306847631796</id><published>2010-05-30T22:23:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T20:10:49.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>They don't seem to understand how much pressure they are putting on me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kids are cute. Sure, there is the pampers-changing duties, the incessant cries, the petty behaviour, and the everlasting energy they seem to have packed into their tiny little bodies.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the time when you discipline them, teach them, and show them how to behave. And when you neglect all of these necessities, it just gets difficult to deal as they grow older. I didn't mind. Taking care of&amp;nbsp; that teeny little baby brother of mine was fun. But NOW, it's just mentally taxing. I learnt from my parents exactly how NOT to bring up a boy. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can someone save me from this pain I have to go through?! I miss that little boy that used to run around crying/smiling. Now he's gone way too far and over the line and I absolutely abhor having to be the bad sister and take his fun away. His parents-teacher conference is one of the worst I've ever been to, and to think I thought I've had it bad! I felt like strangling him infront of his teacher. I don't mind, I love my family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But to people who don't matter to me. Why is that I am the one having to manage everything? I have many issues in my life I have to deal with, but according to all of you, I am to be held responsible for many other lives as well. And why is that, may I ask? When something goes wrong, I HAVE to jump in and salvage the situation like it's of utmost importance to me. And if it ends badly, everyone comes asking me for the reasons, like I had something to do with it. Treat me like an adult when they need help, treat me like a child when I'm not needed after that. Talk to me like I'm brainless when I know more than everything they'll ever have to say to me. And all I can do is sit and smile as you belittle me and my family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screw you people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wait for the day I am not obligated to be nice to all of you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7240475988608249698-7524887306847631796?l=a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/7524887306847631796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/2010/05/they-dont-seem-to-understand-how-much_30.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240475988608249698/posts/default/7524887306847631796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240475988608249698/posts/default/7524887306847631796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/2010/05/they-dont-seem-to-understand-how-much_30.html' title=''/><author><name>Ammala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16212812960047300564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/SgUM08g6wlI/AAAAAAAAAkM/RoPRu2lhCew/S220/lol.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240475988608249698.post-2817969850241888316</id><published>2010-05-25T19:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T20:10:49.131+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/S_ur_svVxrI/AAAAAAAABdY/juuzLyuwuac/s1600/the+emmy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/S_ur_svVxrI/AAAAAAAABdY/juuzLyuwuac/s320/the+emmy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss those times when we could hang out more often. And the more I notice the other, I realize that we have something really good going on. One more month. Lucky girl I am. I don't have any new pictures yet since it's in another person's camera. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/S_urhy9BXlI/AAAAAAAABdQ/WDv2MKgvLxk/s1600/IMG0081A.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/S_urhy9BXlI/AAAAAAAABdQ/WDv2MKgvLxk/s320/IMG0081A.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The place outside my house is a massive jungle. With all the trees, shade, and greenery, you'd think it'd be MUCH COOLER. RAHHHH! Global warming! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad has been thinking of moving. This really sucks for me since I'm just starting to love this house, and my room. I don't want to go :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really confused about many things. He wants me to go with him to US. What am I supposed to do? Go with him and study there..and leave my family for years? Or stay and stud here.. and not see him for years?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope we can work this out. &lt;br /&gt;I'm going mad thinking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7240475988608249698-2817969850241888316?l=a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/2817969850241888316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-miss-those-times-when-we-could-hang.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240475988608249698/posts/default/2817969850241888316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240475988608249698/posts/default/2817969850241888316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-miss-those-times-when-we-could-hang.html' title=''/><author><name>Ammala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16212812960047300564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/SgUM08g6wlI/AAAAAAAAAkM/RoPRu2lhCew/S220/lol.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/S_ur_svVxrI/AAAAAAAABdY/juuzLyuwuac/s72-c/the+emmy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240475988608249698.post-840683597624092794</id><published>2010-05-25T14:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T20:12:02.947+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;h3 style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #003366;"&gt;People Who Put You Down Are Hurt Themselves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; The first thing to know is that a happy, self confident, person does not  put others down. They might provide constructive criticism but they  won’t put others down.  This tells you a lot about the person who  criticizes you.  Some people are very negative about others because:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;-  they need to make themselves feel like they're in control or more  powerful or to cover up their own insecurities &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;- they’ve experienced  a trauma of their own in the past and they don’t know how to deal with  the pain so they'll hurt others as a defense mechanism.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;People’s  tirades against you will probably reveal to you just how unhappy and  disillusioned and frustrated that person is with life, and that's their  problem, not yours. Knowing this can go a long way to being able to  detach from the comments. If you know it has more to do with the person  making the comments than about you, it makes it far easier not feel hurt  by what’s been said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Emotionally detaching from a person  like this can be hard to do but you need to refuse to become involved.  That person wants you to feel badly about yourself. Don’t give them that  power.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div id="TixyyLink" style="background-color: transparent; border: medium none; color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; overflow: hidden; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="TixyyLink" style="background-color: transparent; border: medium none; color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; overflow: hidden; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="TixyyLink" style="background-color: transparent; border: medium none; color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; overflow: hidden; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="TixyyLink" style="background-color: transparent; border: medium none; color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; overflow: hidden; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="TixyyLink" style="background-color: transparent; border: medium none; color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; overflow: hidden; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="TixyyLink" style="background-color: transparent; border: medium none; color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; overflow: hidden; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="TixyyLink" style="background-color: transparent; border: medium none; color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; overflow: hidden; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7240475988608249698-840683597624092794?l=a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/840683597624092794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/2010/05/people-who-put-you-down-are-hurt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240475988608249698/posts/default/840683597624092794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240475988608249698/posts/default/840683597624092794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/2010/05/people-who-put-you-down-are-hurt.html' title=''/><author><name>Ammala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16212812960047300564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/SgUM08g6wlI/AAAAAAAAAkM/RoPRu2lhCew/S220/lol.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240475988608249698.post-5414579421231321980</id><published>2010-05-23T23:54:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T20:10:49.131+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;It's really hard for me, not seeing him. NS takes up most of his time, I get so used to not seeing him anymore. And every time I do, it only gets harder to say goodbye. Not any easier. It's the last month of NS next month and I can't wait for it to be over. I do enjoy my days with my friends, family, and everyone else but it never feels the same. But I'm glad I have them around. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NS did bring in a great difference to our relationship. People who have gone through it would understand. I guess it's just a part of life all boys have to go through before turning into men ;) And honestly, it does change them a hell lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is the weather so hot nowadays? I feel like I can't breath. I want to go back to Perth and and just lie there soaking up it's awesome weather. It's a wonder how the summertime can make me tan so fast but make me shiver at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But ANYTHING is better than this. I think I can choke trying to take deep breaths. Gosh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7240475988608249698-5414579421231321980?l=a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/5414579421231321980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/2010/05/its-really-hard-for-me-not-seeing-him_23.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240475988608249698/posts/default/5414579421231321980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240475988608249698/posts/default/5414579421231321980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/2010/05/its-really-hard-for-me-not-seeing-him_23.html' title=''/><author><name>Ammala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16212812960047300564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/SgUM08g6wlI/AAAAAAAAAkM/RoPRu2lhCew/S220/lol.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240475988608249698.post-6622142053295671803</id><published>2010-05-21T13:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T20:10:49.131+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's wrong with people nowadays?</title><content type='html'>&lt;h1 class="storyheadline"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;"Jailed for slapping corpse"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h1 class="storyheadline"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Link: &lt;a href="http://www.straitstimes.com/BreakingNews/Singapore/Story/STIStory_529560.html"&gt;Here&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;A MAN who strangled and slapped a corpse across the cheek at a  funeral of his neighbour was jailed by a district court on Friday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Muhamad-Ali Mahmod, 35, unemployed, is believed to be the  first person to be convicted of offering indignity to a human corpse. He  was given 14 weeks for the offence, which is punishable with up to  three years and/or a fine, at Tampines on March 8.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;He was jailed 16 weeks for stealing a $150 mobile phone from  a polytechnic student at the Sports Complex of Temasek Polytechnic on  Oct 23 last year, and 14 weeks for inhaling toluene on March 11.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;The court heard that Muhamad-Ali's 72-year-old neighbour  held some prayers at the funeral of his late son in the living room. At  about 4pm, Muhamad-Ali entered the flat and strangled and slapped the  corpse. A relative immediately told him to leave and he did so. The  deceased's father felt insulted by the act.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;District Judge Sarjit Singh ordered the theft and inhalant  abuse sentences to run consecutively, making a total of 30 weeks.  Muhamad-Ali has convictions for, among others, drug-related offences,  theft of vehicle, carnal connection and misuse of intoxicating  substances.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;He told the court that he would seek his neighbour's  forgiveness after his release, and that he did it while he was under the  influence of inhalant.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always, the excuse of being under the influence of something. Whether it's drugs, alcohol,..&lt;br /&gt;They do absolutely ridiculous things like wife-beating, abusing their kids, rape, molest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand why people stupidly subject themselves to be slaves to inanimate objects and then use that as reasons to do such horrible things. Does it make you proud?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hits closer to home than anyone would think. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1 class="storyheadline"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7240475988608249698-6622142053295671803?l=a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/6622142053295671803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/2010/05/what-wrong-with-people-nowadays.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240475988608249698/posts/default/6622142053295671803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240475988608249698/posts/default/6622142053295671803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/2010/05/what-wrong-with-people-nowadays.html' title='What&amp;#39;s wrong with people nowadays?'/><author><name>Ammala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16212812960047300564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/SgUM08g6wlI/AAAAAAAAAkM/RoPRu2lhCew/S220/lol.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240475988608249698.post-4525034158091791238</id><published>2010-05-21T00:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T20:10:49.131+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;To have had such positive influences in my life, such as my sithi, sithappa, saradha, nicky, sailu, my besties: boo and the rest, my friends, my family, I think I'm really lucky. Each one of them helped me through every part of my life and I've learnt many things from each and every one of them. And I hope that they know I'll always be there for them. Do you guys even know how much I love all of you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my Sithi. She is so beautiful, inside and out. I miss Saradha too, and she's just like her.&lt;br /&gt;Come back soon okay? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7240475988608249698-4525034158091791238?l=a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/4525034158091791238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/2010/05/thoughts_21.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240475988608249698/posts/default/4525034158091791238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240475988608249698/posts/default/4525034158091791238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/2010/05/thoughts_21.html' title='Thoughts'/><author><name>Ammala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16212812960047300564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/SgUM08g6wlI/AAAAAAAAAkM/RoPRu2lhCew/S220/lol.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240475988608249698.post-260174574276137662</id><published>2010-05-20T23:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T20:10:49.131+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One year since</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/S_VSHfLOAKI/AAAAAAAABdA/hLwSNxJqRV8/s1600/A+7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/S_VSHfLOAKI/AAAAAAAABdA/hLwSNxJqRV8/s320/A+7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;This song always reminds me of her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;This is for my peoples who just lost somebody&lt;br /&gt;Your best friend, your baby, your man, or your lady&lt;br /&gt;Put your hand way up high&lt;br /&gt;We will never say bye (no, no, no)&lt;br /&gt;Mamas, daddies, sisters, brothers, friends and cousins&lt;br /&gt;This is for my peoples who lost their grandmothers&lt;br /&gt;Lift your head to the sky 'cause we will never say bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a child there were them times&lt;br /&gt;I didn't get it but you kept me in line&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know why you didn't show up sometimes&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday mornings, and I missed you&lt;br /&gt;But I'm glad we talked through&lt;br /&gt;All them grown folk things&lt;br /&gt;Separation brings&lt;br /&gt;You never let me know it&lt;br /&gt;You never let it show because&lt;br /&gt;You loved me and obviously&lt;br /&gt;There's so much more left to say&lt;br /&gt;If you were with me today face to face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never knew I could hurt like this&lt;br /&gt;And everyday life goes on like&lt;br /&gt;"I wish I could talk to you for awhile"&lt;br /&gt;Miss you but I try not to cry&lt;br /&gt;As time goes by&lt;br /&gt;And it's true that you've reached a better place&lt;br /&gt;Still I'd give the world to see your face&lt;br /&gt;And I'm right here next to you&lt;br /&gt;But it's like you're gone too soon&lt;br /&gt;Now the hardest thing to do is say bye bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Bye Bye&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;[3x]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Bye bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you never got the chance to see how good I've done&lt;br /&gt;And you never got to see me back at number one&lt;br /&gt;I wish that you were here to celebrate together&lt;br /&gt;I wish that we could spend the holidays together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember when you used to tuck me in at night&lt;br /&gt;With the Teddy Bear you gave to me that I held so tight&lt;br /&gt;I thought you were so strong&lt;br /&gt;You'd make it through whatever&lt;br /&gt;It's so hard to accept the fact you're gone forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(bye bye bye bye bye bye&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;[3x]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Bye bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is for my peoples who just lost somebody&lt;br /&gt;Your best friend, your baby, your man, or your lady&lt;br /&gt;Put your hand way up high&lt;br /&gt;We will never say bye (no, no, no)&lt;br /&gt;Mamas, daddies, sisters, brothers, friends and cousins&lt;br /&gt;This is for my peoples who lost their grandmothers&lt;br /&gt;Lift your head to the sky '&lt;b&gt;cause we will never say bye&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Never. Ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7240475988608249698-260174574276137662?l=a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/260174574276137662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/2010/05/one-year-since_20.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240475988608249698/posts/default/260174574276137662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240475988608249698/posts/default/260174574276137662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/2010/05/one-year-since_20.html' title='One year since'/><author><name>Ammala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16212812960047300564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/SgUM08g6wlI/AAAAAAAAAkM/RoPRu2lhCew/S220/lol.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/S_VSHfLOAKI/AAAAAAAABdA/hLwSNxJqRV8/s72-c/A+7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240475988608249698.post-5132945113372687917</id><published>2010-05-12T21:24:00.074+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T20:10:49.132+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Weekdays tend to be boring.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Everyone is either working, studying or both.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Today was my first day of madness. I believe my mother is influencing me to become a clean freak like her, and I am cleaning the house like a mad woman. Way to go, mum -_-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;But I enjoy my time with her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;What I like about my weekends is that my friends are all free to go out. But it gets difficult when everyone wants to go out on the same day!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Saturday morning+afternoon was spent going out with my besties ♥ ♥ ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;We went to the pixar exhibition in the science centre. It was really fun, and the artwork was beautiful. Too bad we were not allowed to take photos! It was really nice. If only I could buy a few for my room ;D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;And their short films, even the ones dating back to the 70s, were really good! It opened up our eyes to see how much hard work is put into making just one character in the fim. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/S-oyB0CF8vI/AAAAAAAABbY/jxq68OYyMj8/s1600/ahnome.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/S-oyB0CF8vI/AAAAAAAABbY/jxq68OYyMj8/s320/ahnome.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/S-oz5k-H8XI/AAAAAAAABbo/3PBy4pMOhnc/s1600/boo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/S-oz5k-H8XI/AAAAAAAABbo/3PBy4pMOhnc/s320/boo.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/S-qrd6pSqvI/AAAAAAAABbw/loD5u8AjJt0/s1600/bernme.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/S-qrd6pSqvI/AAAAAAAABbw/loD5u8AjJt0/s320/bernme.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/S-qriTN6KrI/AAAAAAAABb4/rnmyj3DwXTk/s1600/booahno.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/S-qriTN6KrI/AAAAAAAABb4/rnmyj3DwXTk/s320/booahno.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I'm glad we get to spend more time together now, but it's been better. I miss Nicole, my other close friend and I hope she's doing fine. Next outing should be a more simple one I hope, I'm running out of cash! And I keep spending my money on all thos UFO plushie machines, seems like my best friend is addicted to it =P &amp;amp; She's got such good luck with it! She always leave the place with a handful of toys. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The evening was then spent with my lovely ladies, Nana, Nadia, Nabisha. The names are coincedentally alike! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/S-qtfKrFG-I/AAAAAAAABcA/60EhOy89WiY/s1600/cq.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/S-qtfKrFG-I/AAAAAAAABcA/60EhOy89WiY/s320/cq.jpg" /&gt;s&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/S-qtvL0cqgI/AAAAAAAABcQ/jpMx659pHQU/s1600/P080510_21.25.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/S-qtvL0cqgI/AAAAAAAABcQ/jpMx659pHQU/s320/P080510_21.25.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/S-qt8_edgJI/AAAAAAAABcY/NRs0JHj_RiE/s1600/P080510_23.27%5B01%5D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/S-qt8_edgJI/AAAAAAAABcY/NRs0JHj_RiE/s320/P080510_23.27%5B01%5D.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/S-quGmJqkZI/AAAAAAAABcg/a_LCQT3tQeg/s1600/P080510_23.33%5B04%5D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/S-quGmJqkZI/AAAAAAAABcg/a_LCQT3tQeg/s320/P080510_23.33%5B04%5D.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/S-qucN7dX6I/AAAAAAAABco/rWqd2snebbo/s1600/nananabi.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/S-qucN7dX6I/AAAAAAAABco/rWqd2snebbo/s320/nananabi.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We went to the Crazy Elephant bar at Clarke Quay to eat and drink.The waitress was one bitchy minah who couldn't stop staring at us or picking at us. Super irritating. Well I guess she has a reason to be moody, at her old age and she's working as a waitress? Pity. I wish girls would be nicer to each other instead of all this stupid competition on who is prettier or better. So saddening. Well my girlfriends looked absolutely gorgeous that day. Nabisha, you are growing into such a beautiful lady! Pictures never do justice. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/S-qv2usyrsI/AAAAAAAABcw/tAxa2BJGvIo/s1600/happymumday.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/S-qv2usyrsI/AAAAAAAABcw/tAxa2BJGvIo/s320/happymumday.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It might be kind of late but hey! We didn't get to celebrate it nicely but bought mummy a gorgeous Bonia bag. Dad seemed so jealous. Haha! I think I've been a very good daughter *ahem*. I always help my mother with everything she needs, and do her facials, foot massages, paint her nails, buy her stuff etc etc. I'm trying to make it up to her for all the times I wasn't there, plus, I don't see the point of treating her specially just on mother's day. Don't need a day to appreciate your loved ones right? ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I just wish some people would start seeing that and appreciating more.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/S-qw5rKxEBI/AAAAAAAABc4/u-4GVN9A6Vg/s1600/01022009081.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/S-qw5rKxEBI/AAAAAAAABc4/u-4GVN9A6Vg/s320/01022009081.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;If only you were still here. I want to call you and wish you Happy Mother's day because you are my mother, just as much as you always call me your daughter. I still remember how you'd say my name when you're angry with me, how you'd lecture me, I still remember your hugs, your soothing voice, your deep laughter.. Your favorite bubble teas, your favorite singing show which you'll always replay for me, your fantastic cooking, how I used to stay at your house for months when I was a child, how you'd bring all of us to the playground to play.. I remember all the stories you would tell me about the mischevious baby I was and how it was like taking care of me. If you were never around, I would've never been me. You brought me up, you're the mother I never had, and I'll never stop appreciating or missing you. Happy mother's day. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7240475988608249698-5132945113372687917?l=a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/5132945113372687917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/2010/05/weekdays-tend-to-be-boring_12.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240475988608249698/posts/default/5132945113372687917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240475988608249698/posts/default/5132945113372687917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/2010/05/weekdays-tend-to-be-boring_12.html' title=''/><author><name>Ammala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16212812960047300564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/SgUM08g6wlI/AAAAAAAAAkM/RoPRu2lhCew/S220/lol.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/S-oyB0CF8vI/AAAAAAAABbY/jxq68OYyMj8/s72-c/ahnome.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240475988608249698.post-5046005592020524865</id><published>2010-05-09T15:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T20:10:49.132+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/S-ZfwNPhwiI/AAAAAAAABag/UbAnBujoMDQ/s1600/gaga-christina-comparison-perez.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/S-ZfwNPhwiI/AAAAAAAABag/UbAnBujoMDQ/s640/gaga-christina-comparison-perez.jpg" width="274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I don't know why Christina needed to copy Lady Gaga's style for fame.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;She is already such a big star. But I have to say, she is hottttttt in her video !&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Gorgeous.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/S-ZkH391clI/AAAAAAAABao/8sriZHpJLgg/s1600/charmed.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/S-ZkH391clI/AAAAAAAABao/8sriZHpJLgg/s320/charmed.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've been watching Charmed, from the first season. And damnn, they are soooooooooooo pretty! Even the calefares were so freaking gorgeous. I don't see such gorgeous girls on TV anymore. They are so beautiful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/S-Zki4wsUII/AAAAAAAABaw/byS8kJLTLoY/s1600/shannen_doherty_-10784.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/S-Zki4wsUII/AAAAAAAABaw/byS8kJLTLoY/s320/shannen_doherty_-10784.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to not like this girl, Shannen Doherty. She quit Charmed after a few seasons cause she couldn't get along with some people on the set. But after watching the first few seasons I realized she is a really really good actress and damn she's hot! Pictures doesn't do her justice.&amp;nbsp; So prettyyyyyy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Holly Marie Combs is the best actress. When she cried for the scenes when her sister dies, wow, really really really amazing. Touching. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay enough of drooling. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7240475988608249698-5046005592020524865?l=a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/5046005592020524865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-dont-know-why-christina-needed-to_09.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240475988608249698/posts/default/5046005592020524865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240475988608249698/posts/default/5046005592020524865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-dont-know-why-christina-needed-to_09.html' title=''/><author><name>Ammala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16212812960047300564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/SgUM08g6wlI/AAAAAAAAAkM/RoPRu2lhCew/S220/lol.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/S-ZfwNPhwiI/AAAAAAAABag/UbAnBujoMDQ/s72-c/gaga-christina-comparison-perez.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240475988608249698.post-2923919822971420007</id><published>2010-05-06T17:43:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T20:10:49.132+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The brilliance of Innocence</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/S-KQxAsy0pI/AAAAAAAABaY/kP604yhfh0w/s1600/untitled2.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="296" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/S-KQxAsy0pI/AAAAAAAABaY/kP604yhfh0w/s400/untitled2.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Emily Koesters squirmed uncomfortably in her hospital bed at Nebraska  Medical Center as her young classmate rallied to support her and her  family through a number of serious illnesses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;The girl was often in pain, crying out “mama” in a sort of mantra to  work through the ordeal that’s kept her sheltered for months. "It’s  just something she has to do. It’s her way of coping", said Erin  Koesters, mother of the 6-year-old.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;In Emily’s hometown, Gretna, Neb., &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;5-year-old&lt;/span&gt; Peter Zwart carts a  rickety red wagon full of brownies and garden vegetables through his  neighborhood. It’s his after-school routine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="pullquotesmall" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/S-KOGBMQy3I/AAAAAAAABaQ/RMUnBmdaAAg/s1600/Untitled.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/S-KOGBMQy3I/AAAAAAAABaQ/RMUnBmdaAAg/s200/Untitled.png" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ketv.com/video/21426068/index.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: large;"&gt;“I’m selling peppers and apples and butternut squash and  brownies and apples,” the chatty, blond haired boy tells neighbors on  his route.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: large;"&gt;He’s collected more than $340 so far, and it will help  Emily’s family pay bills related to her treatment and care.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Why does he  do it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;“Because I love her. She’s nice and she used to sit by me,”  he said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: large;"&gt;“It was just touching to see a  little guy, on his own, decide, hey, I’m going to help a friend,” said  Peter’s father, Dirk Zwart. Peter’s mom has been baking brownies for  weeks to keep Peter in business.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: large;"&gt;“Really, we feel if a 5-year-old  can walk down the street with a wagon and raise $500, it’s just  inspiring to think about what a high schooler with a car or a grown up  with a job could do,” said Lisa Zwart.The Koesters are touched by  Peter’s giving spirit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: large;"&gt;“Isn’t that the sweetest thing?” Erin  said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Credit:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.ketv.com/video/21426068/index.html"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="12" src="http://www.ketv.com/sh/images/ibs_icon/hearst/video.gif" width="22" /&gt;Video: Peter Zwart's Mission&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;http://www.ketv.com/news/21421823/detail.html&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/7240475988608249698-2923919822971420007?l=a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/2923919822971420007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/2010/05/brilliance-of-innocence_06.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240475988608249698/posts/default/2923919822971420007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240475988608249698/posts/default/2923919822971420007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/2010/05/brilliance-of-innocence_06.html' title='The brilliance of Innocence'/><author><name>Ammala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16212812960047300564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/SgUM08g6wlI/AAAAAAAAAkM/RoPRu2lhCew/S220/lol.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/S-KQxAsy0pI/AAAAAAAABaY/kP604yhfh0w/s72-c/untitled2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240475988608249698.post-1452425325710512483</id><published>2010-05-05T20:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T20:10:49.132+08:00</updated><title type='text'>baby!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object data="http://www.collegehumor.com/moogaloop/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=1933158&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" height="360" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"/&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"/&gt;&lt;param name="movie" quality="best" value="http://www.collegehumor.com/moogaloop/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=1933158&amp;amp;fullscreen=1"/&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.collegehumor.com/moogaloop/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=1933158&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&amp;nbsp; width="480" height="360"&amp;nbsp; allowScriptAccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="padding: 5px 0pt; text-align: center; width: 480px;"&gt;See more &lt;a href="http://www.collegehumor.com/videos"&gt;funny videos&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.collegehumor.com/pictures"&gt;funny pictures&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.collegehumor.com/"&gt;CollegeHumor&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I have a baby, I want it to be as animated as this!&lt;br /&gt;SO CUTE &amp;amp; SMART!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7240475988608249698-1452425325710512483?l=a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/1452425325710512483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/2010/05/baby_05.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240475988608249698/posts/default/1452425325710512483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240475988608249698/posts/default/1452425325710512483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/2010/05/baby_05.html' title='baby!'/><author><name>Ammala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16212812960047300564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/SgUM08g6wlI/AAAAAAAAAkM/RoPRu2lhCew/S220/lol.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240475988608249698.post-4587397493279554900</id><published>2010-05-05T13:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T20:10:49.132+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/S-EGxJk7iyI/AAAAAAAABaA/rc3bXzBYjtQ/s320/scaleDM_468x481.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Target: 44kg.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love says not to 43kg and is okay with 44kg -_- wth, one kg difference! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, how can I be so freaking near to it yet feel so far away?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/S-EHJkdmhqI/AAAAAAAABaI/pdxA-KRixFU/s1600/Copy+1+of+Image011.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/S-EHJkdmhqI/AAAAAAAABaI/pdxA-KRixFU/s320/Copy+1+of+Image011.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Barely a day goes by without me thinking  and wondering.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's going to be a year soon.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; Yet it feels like yesterday,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can recount every single little thing that happened that day and it hurts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Trauma.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I want her back now.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now now now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7240475988608249698-4587397493279554900?l=a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/4587397493279554900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/2010/05/target-44kg_05.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240475988608249698/posts/default/4587397493279554900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240475988608249698/posts/default/4587397493279554900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/2010/05/target-44kg_05.html' title=''/><author><name>Ammala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16212812960047300564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/SgUM08g6wlI/AAAAAAAAAkM/RoPRu2lhCew/S220/lol.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/S-EGxJk7iyI/AAAAAAAABaA/rc3bXzBYjtQ/s72-c/scaleDM_468x481.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240475988608249698.post-8469247307475279878</id><published>2010-05-04T15:31:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T20:10:49.132+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Friday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&amp;amp; I finally met the twins after so long, and it was so good to hug them tight and do our little dance together. hee ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I had so much fun chatting, I spent the night there and watched twilight in the morning. They were giggling so hard hearing the lame cheesy lines in some of the scenes. I hope the new movie coming out on June/July would be better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;And I love their cute kitties :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/S9_J59DAFoI/AAAAAAAABZI/sXg-9tRIfdo/s1600/IMG0028A.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/S9_J59DAFoI/AAAAAAAABZI/sXg-9tRIfdo/s320/IMG0028A.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/S9_J_pVmP3I/AAAAAAAABZQ/ZJLyRIQ5Jns/s1600/IMG0034A.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/S9_J_pVmP3I/AAAAAAAABZQ/ZJLyRIQ5Jns/s320/IMG0034A.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Cuteee rightt! I have an allergy to cats, but I still can't help squeezing them to bits. I miss them, I can't wait for their exams to be over. Soon !!!! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Saturday &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;afternoon I met Em! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/S9_KS4q94zI/AAAAAAAABZY/38SQAtQVSzA/s1600/IMG0036A.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/S9_KS4q94zI/AAAAAAAABZY/38SQAtQVSzA/s320/IMG0036A.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/S9_KfhiwyGI/AAAAAAAABZo/b9R2a318Ggw/s1600/IMG0042A.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/S9_KfhiwyGI/AAAAAAAABZo/b9R2a318Ggw/s320/IMG0042A.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/S9_KkJRXWkI/AAAAAAAABZw/oDgv7RJltJU/s1600/IMG0039A.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/S9_KkJRXWkI/AAAAAAAABZw/oDgv7RJltJU/s320/IMG0039A.jpg" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: left;"&gt;We went to eat at some unknown place called Pasta Stylo. Weird name but we gaped when we saw the interior. Very glamorous, but the bad quality pictures does it no justice. The food was so-so though. But their drinks are nice!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/S9_K8OHDRWI/AAAAAAAABZ4/jRoN7Eekpq4/s1600/IMG0048A.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/S9_K8OHDRWI/AAAAAAAABZ4/jRoN7Eekpq4/s320/IMG0048A.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Next time I'm going to bring a nice cam witme to take better quality pictures! &amp;gt;:(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Went shopping and love forced me to get a GUESS wallet I always wanted. He wanted to pay but I have a very big ego, so I paid myself ;P Had a great time with him, can't wait for next week!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sunday&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;was spent with my favorite people from IME. ;D Some couldn't make it so it ended up with 5 of us, 2 girls and 3 guys. First thing they said when they saw me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Eh, today you don't look like minah"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I missed that line ;P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ate at &lt;b&gt;Pasta Waraku&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and their food is good, scenery nice too. Later dropped by Brewerks and for the first time after so long, I watched soccer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me &amp;amp; Soccer?!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was fun really. I had my Margarita, and it seems like their food is good too. Well liverpool lost so not all of them were in the mood to take pictures.&amp;nbsp; ;P Maybe in the next outing?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Weekdays are usually quite monotonous, I spend my time helping mummy and spending time with her. And I really do like spending time with her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I need to rush now and get out! Meeting Nanabanana to go shopping and also get a mother's day gift!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7240475988608249698-8469247307475279878?l=a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/8469247307475279878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/2010/05/friday-i-finally-met-twins-after-so_04.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240475988608249698/posts/default/8469247307475279878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240475988608249698/posts/default/8469247307475279878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/2010/05/friday-i-finally-met-twins-after-so_04.html' title=''/><author><name>Ammala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16212812960047300564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/SgUM08g6wlI/AAAAAAAAAkM/RoPRu2lhCew/S220/lol.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/S9_J59DAFoI/AAAAAAAABZI/sXg-9tRIfdo/s72-c/IMG0028A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240475988608249698.post-8997303402447242880</id><published>2010-04-29T14:39:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T20:10:49.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: left;"&gt;I hardly go out with my family since they're always too busy but it's fun when these rare moments happen ;D One thing I've learned is that none of them changed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: left;"&gt;Dad still likes to take cab everywhere as he hates public transport.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: left;"&gt;Brother eats like a &lt;b&gt;pig.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: left;"&gt;Mum loves to buy pots and pans, and she is so picky with her food!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: left;"&gt;My sister never joined us, too busy with work + school. Reminds me of me last time. =/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/S9kB8oc5tLI/AAAAAAAABYI/8VGOi2PoDfs/s1600/IMG0003A.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/S9kB8oc5tLI/AAAAAAAABYI/8VGOi2PoDfs/s320/IMG0003A.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Daddy and he candid funny face ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/S9kNUOOfgyI/AAAAAAAABZA/Q8lCHP1O7wo/s320/IMG0013A.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mummy looks like a ghost. A cute one of course!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/S9kCBXsb14I/AAAAAAAABYQ/iap06mmb2d4/s1600/IMG0004A.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/S9kCBXsb14I/AAAAAAAABYQ/iap06mmb2d4/s320/IMG0004A.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Glutton of the year!&lt;br /&gt;He beat me to the title fair and square.&lt;br /&gt;heh heh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/S9kCNjiarwI/AAAAAAAABYo/vuw_GG7DlgQ/s1600/IMG0007A.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/S9kCNjiarwI/AAAAAAAABYo/vuw_GG7DlgQ/s320/IMG0007A.jpg" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: left;"&gt;And going out shopping with dad and bro is crazy. My dad drag me throughout Metro forcing me to buy clothes. I spent only $200 and my brother, LITTLE brother, spends more than 3 times as much on himself. I thought girls are the ones who shop like crazy?! I am not cut out to be a girl :'(&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: left;"&gt;But I was nice okay, I bought stuff for my mum and sister too. He bought only for himself D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: left;"&gt;Well, he's young.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/S9kC7bSSrsI/AAAAAAAABY4/jcZUHSVziNk/s1600/IMG0012A.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/S9kC7bSSrsI/AAAAAAAABY4/jcZUHSVziNk/s320/IMG0012A.jpg" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;I look like I'm doing some serious exam when I was merely opening the hershey's ice cream box. hahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/S9kC4t8wf3I/AAAAAAAABYw/OS16VaPOJf8/s1600/IMG0011A.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/S9kC4t8wf3I/AAAAAAAABYw/OS16VaPOJf8/s320/IMG0011A.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look like an idiot but he looks cute ;D&lt;br /&gt;Just a few more months and it's over. Lucky not two years!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7240475988608249698-8997303402447242880?l=a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/8997303402447242880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/2010/04/love_29.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240475988608249698/posts/default/8997303402447242880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240475988608249698/posts/default/8997303402447242880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/2010/04/love_29.html' title='Love!'/><author><name>Ammala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16212812960047300564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/SgUM08g6wlI/AAAAAAAAAkM/RoPRu2lhCew/S220/lol.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/S9kB8oc5tLI/AAAAAAAABYI/8VGOi2PoDfs/s72-c/IMG0003A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240475988608249698.post-1392031195195129072</id><published>2010-04-28T17:48:00.028+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T20:10:49.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/58/220279254_17c20cbec5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/58/220279254_17c20cbec5.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I miss you. I miss how you'd pop by once awhile. I miss your little antics and prank calls. How you'd call me while I'm sleeping and laugh at my ramblings. How you'd call me silly lovey names to make me laugh. How we'd play catching on the beaches, draw hearts on the sand, chase each other with branches, play card games and make fun of the loser. How you'd purposely act PDA when I'm uncomfortable with people around us. How you'd tickle me when you know I hate it. How you're always there when I need it, whether my slippers tore or me going through a rough time. How you'd smile at me when I do stupid things and embarrass myself. So many things. I  admit I'm having fun going out but I can't wait for you to be back cause it's not the same without you :( Time is flying by fast, let's hope it goes by faster!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7240475988608249698-1392031195195129072?l=a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/1392031195195129072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-miss-you_28.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240475988608249698/posts/default/1392031195195129072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240475988608249698/posts/default/1392031195195129072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-miss-you_28.html' title=''/><author><name>Ammala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16212812960047300564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/SgUM08g6wlI/AAAAAAAAAkM/RoPRu2lhCew/S220/lol.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/58/220279254_17c20cbec5_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240475988608249698.post-48785649783605348</id><published>2010-04-26T20:33:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T20:10:49.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.paraorkut.com/img/graphics/6/anniversary10.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="281" src="http://images.paraorkut.com/img/graphics/6/anniversary10.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Happy 2 year 11 months baby!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;We might not be able to meet for our anniversary today just like last month but I had alot of fun with you yesterday :) You've been so sweet to me and I am so glad that in two months time, you'll be back! I can't wait.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Things are going so smoothly now, with the burden lifted off our shoulders. From recent happenings I've seen many sides of you that made me realize how much of a good person you are and I'm glad to have you in my life. You're not just a good boyfriend, but a good friend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;It's when you were so respectful, thoughtful and kind to even those who stooped so low and&amp;nbsp; threatened to slap that I realized how much of a good person you are. You were kind to even those who criticized you for god-knows-what, you're a honest friend to even the most fakest I've ever met. I knew you were a true friend when you corrected me when I was wrong for the sake of your friends, I love how fair you are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;If it's love when you're willing to do things even when it hurts you - I know I love you when I was still willing to talk to your friends after everything - and also making sure you still have them around instead of taking you away from them. I want you to be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="actions"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And those who were your true friends were willing to do the same. You're so precious to me and I don't want anyone to take advantage of that, and I'm glad that those who did will not be doing that anymore. I am happy to have stood up for you, you know I love you =) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;             &lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;"Problems, help your  relationship  to grow. Don't deny them and run away, have a talk and solve them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"  - I believe in that. So you talked with me, I talked with them, and now  we're all happy :) After keeping mum for so long when there were so many denigrations posted, we finally managed it out and good people always get their way in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I love you for the way you act, your level-headedness, your maturity, your non-biasness and I love your forgiving nature. I love how you decided to take the high road and let go of the petty issues that were brought, when it wasn't worth it. &amp;amp; That's exactly how we complement each other, you're passive and I'm aggressive. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I love how you have not only mine but everyone's well-being in mind and heart, and that's what draws me close to you. It's hard to find a guy who treats everyone with good respect, and is willing to correct you and help you become a better person. People somehow can't stop comparing to us and making sure we know of it, but it's okay because we're always gonna be on a higher level of standard when it comes to our relationship. After everything we've been through and seen, I'm glad you're not like others and I'm glad you're exactly the way you are :) A diamond in the midst of stones. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;We've gone through so much problems, you've put me through many things and I'm glad you've changed and I've changed, and through these problems we grew - to be better people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;And what's a relationship if you don't become a better person while you're in it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;It's just 10 more weeks till you're back for good, and I can't wait for it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Be back soon cause I miss you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Love, HD :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. Sad to know such bad news but I'm glad I have my boyfriend safe and sound :)  In time, people get their karma don't they?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7240475988608249698-48785649783605348?l=a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/48785649783605348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/2010/04/happy-2-year-11-months-baby-we-might_26.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240475988608249698/posts/default/48785649783605348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240475988608249698/posts/default/48785649783605348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/2010/04/happy-2-year-11-months-baby-we-might_26.html' title=''/><author><name>Ammala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16212812960047300564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/SgUM08g6wlI/AAAAAAAAAkM/RoPRu2lhCew/S220/lol.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240475988608249698.post-3421176223641203954</id><published>2010-04-22T17:19:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T20:10:49.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holidays</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/S9AZFEY26fI/AAAAAAAABXw/Ty4bxd_aemg/s1600/me.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/S9AZFEY26fI/AAAAAAAABXw/Ty4bxd_aemg/s320/me.jpg" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;So it's the holidays now for us Year 3 Students,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;so what's better than going out and catching up with your loved ones? ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wednesday &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/S9AY4mXKiEI/AAAAAAAABXY/e9q42-de3Yg/s1600/booandme.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/S9AY4mXKiEI/AAAAAAAABXY/e9q42-de3Yg/s320/booandme.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/S9AY7rOq2yI/AAAAAAAABXg/EaWV1gtFRE8/s1600/bern.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/S9AY7rOq2yI/AAAAAAAABXg/EaWV1gtFRE8/s320/bern.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Went to Marina Square with my Bestie Boo and Bernard to watch the Date Movie, and it  was awesome! It's a comedy starring Tina Fey and Steve Carrell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; I love Tina Fey, she's hilarious! Plus, my &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;favorite &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;idol &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Leighton Meester &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;had a small role in it. She's gorgeous. We had a good time watching the movie, definitely recommended :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/S9AZAYYMVII/AAAAAAAABXo/RCCRbnQNGzM/s1600/ahno.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/S9AZAYYMVII/AAAAAAAABXo/RCCRbnQNGzM/s320/ahno.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; Oh yes, and we decided to go play in those cute gaming centres again.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Look what I won!? :D&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;And my bestie Boo won 4 toys! We sure have good luck when we're together ;) Marina Square was very empty, so we decided to walk around, before we left for home. I had fun, lets do it again soon! &amp;amp; The next time, I'm hoping my two other bestfriends Nicole and Zi Xin can make it. I miss them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/S9AUFjf5kjI/AAAAAAAABXA/4GFHnomija8/s320/111.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/S9AU5eJCe5I/AAAAAAAABXQ/kxphYupBKZ4/s1600/DSC04144.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/S9AU5eJCe5I/AAAAAAAABXQ/kxphYupBKZ4/s320/DSC04144.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/S9AUf7vPxjI/AAAAAAAABXI/eVT48QSH_eA/s1600/DSC04144.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Missing someone gets easier everyday because even though you are one day further from the last time you saw them, you are one day closer to the next time you will."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Our 2.10, unfortunately, falls on a Monday so he'll be in camp. So we've decided to go out on the weekend :) I can't wait! Time fly faster, will you? I can't wait for his POP!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/S9Ad_l-sYsI/AAAAAAAABX4/2mhd66ecaGg/s1600/dw6925e-7_xlarge.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/S9Ad_l-sYsI/AAAAAAAABX4/2mhd66ecaGg/s320/dw6925e-7_xlarge.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;amp; Oh yes, I finally gave him his present. He seems to like Casio alot. It's white and blue, not gold though. It looked nice on him. I'm happy :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Everyone's falling sick nowadays. I caught a flu from Em and then spread it to the whole family. Daddy was hospitalized on Saturday, for just a day, and he's feeling much better now. Now my mum's sick. And I think her body is too weak to handle it, she can't even walk properly. It's scaring me. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I hate buying food from outside, especially at hawker centres. I realized yesterday that I don't frequent hawker centres and Fast Food restaurants much, and I had alot of trouble buying food home for the family. Mummy get well soon, please! :(&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I need to get a part-time job really fast! With all these outings planned, I really need some cash asap. Anyone willing to spare me some? ;))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7240475988608249698-3421176223641203954?l=a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/3421176223641203954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/2010/04/holidays.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240475988608249698/posts/default/3421176223641203954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240475988608249698/posts/default/3421176223641203954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/2010/04/holidays.html' title='Holidays'/><author><name>Ammala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16212812960047300564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/SgUM08g6wlI/AAAAAAAAAkM/RoPRu2lhCew/S220/lol.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/S9AZFEY26fI/AAAAAAAABXw/Ty4bxd_aemg/s72-c/me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240475988608249698.post-5764590643989786674</id><published>2010-04-16T01:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T20:10:49.134+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;amp; Now I, Nana, and Vinitha are online posting english translated to tamil words all over Facebook. Corrupted, horrible words. Aww, I love them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the first day of school in RP, and I was in school even though I don't have school :D A simple meet-up with my gorgeous girls Nana, Nadia, Soniyah and Pavithra. Suprisingly, we didn't take pictures. But we had a lot of fun talking and catching up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it just me, or do I notice that the freshmen are getting more and more rowdy? So many mats and minahs, ah lians and ah bengs, typical indians. I wonder what is to become of RP if this continues. I guess I'm lucky I'm not studying there anymore. Still, I miss RP :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/S8dE1On713I/AAAAAAAABWQ/D_A7NEWE0D0/s1600/1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/S8dE1On713I/AAAAAAAABWQ/D_A7NEWE0D0/s400/1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/S8dFEXoF2aI/AAAAAAAABWY/dZeVjc_rGiw/s1600/4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/S8dFEXoF2aI/AAAAAAAABWY/dZeVjc_rGiw/s320/4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/S8dFOfZDb2I/AAAAAAAABWo/Y67OYHsX9E0/s1600/6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/S8dFOfZDb2I/AAAAAAAABWo/Y67OYHsX9E0/s320/6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/S8dFIzz9Z8I/AAAAAAAABWg/LQ9a6u0sy84/s1600/5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/S8dFIzz9Z8I/AAAAAAAABWg/LQ9a6u0sy84/s320/5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/S8dFZIhN43I/AAAAAAAABWw/JKLFPhUvghU/s1600/7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/S8dFZIhN43I/AAAAAAAABWw/JKLFPhUvghU/s320/7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/S8dFc_sRrzI/AAAAAAAABW4/Nn_3UCwjxgI/s1600/8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/S8dFc_sRrzI/AAAAAAAABW4/Nn_3UCwjxgI/s320/8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends from IME, on the last day. I'm really going to miss them. The fun, laughter, the insults, the lunch outings to different places, the mean boys, and the girls.. and maybe even being called Minah all the time. :P Really fun and outgoing people. Had a great, great time going out with them after work on the last day, and I hope to keep in touch with them always :) I miss them already. More pictures in Facebook!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hair looks funny short, but I like it. Great change, very suitable for the terrible weather. When am I going to see a nice, windy day in singapore? :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7240475988608249698-5764590643989786674?l=a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/5764590643989786674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/2010/04/now-i-nana-and-vinitha-are-online_16.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240475988608249698/posts/default/5764590643989786674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240475988608249698/posts/default/5764590643989786674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/2010/04/now-i-nana-and-vinitha-are-online_16.html' title=''/><author><name>Ammala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16212812960047300564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/SgUM08g6wlI/AAAAAAAAAkM/RoPRu2lhCew/S220/lol.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/S8dE1On713I/AAAAAAAABWQ/D_A7NEWE0D0/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240475988608249698.post-899753386054839883</id><published>2010-04-12T14:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T20:10:49.134+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Start aftresh. Deleted my old archives for a reason I can't say for now. Be back soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7240475988608249698-899753386054839883?l=a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/899753386054839883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/2010/04/start-aftresh_12.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240475988608249698/posts/default/899753386054839883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240475988608249698/posts/default/899753386054839883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/2010/04/start-aftresh_12.html' title=''/><author><name>Ammala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16212812960047300564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/SgUM08g6wlI/AAAAAAAAAkM/RoPRu2lhCew/S220/lol.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240475988608249698.post-5131863040252029261</id><published>2010-04-12T09:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T20:12:03.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A simple weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7240475988608249698-5131863040252029261?l=a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/5131863040252029261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/2010/04/simple-weekend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240475988608249698/posts/default/5131863040252029261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240475988608249698/posts/default/5131863040252029261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/2010/04/simple-weekend.html' title='A simple weekend'/><author><name>Ammala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16212812960047300564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/SgUM08g6wlI/AAAAAAAAAkM/RoPRu2lhCew/S220/lol.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240475988608249698.post-6470229759947040722</id><published>2010-04-12T09:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T20:10:49.134+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A simple weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7240475988608249698-6470229759947040722?l=a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/6470229759947040722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/2010/04/simple-weekend_12.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240475988608249698/posts/default/6470229759947040722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240475988608249698/posts/default/6470229759947040722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/2010/04/simple-weekend_12.html' title='A simple weekend'/><author><name>Ammala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16212812960047300564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/SgUM08g6wlI/AAAAAAAAAkM/RoPRu2lhCew/S220/lol.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240475988608249698.post-6634089069437200193</id><published>2010-04-09T10:45:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T20:10:49.134+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I moved back to blogger, and I managed to export all my wordpress posts here :D I'll keep my wordpress and update it once in awhile, with private posts most probably :) I'm bored at work so I'm blogging.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I cut my hair! So short now. :( Stupid bitch hairdresser. Well actually she was very nice. Will post pictures soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/S76S7zXJunI/AAAAAAAABVw/1A1TiefSniw/s1600/love+is.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="270" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/S76S7zXJunI/AAAAAAAABVw/1A1TiefSniw/s400/love+is.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/S76TNPSMyrI/AAAAAAAABV4/M2J48KgkN28/s1600/fuhr.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/S76TNPSMyrI/AAAAAAAABV4/M2J48KgkN28/s400/fuhr.jpg" width="207" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Emmy, be my penguin?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;lololol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Omg, I miss you so much :( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/S76ULtP7-uI/AAAAAAAABWA/JiNSCHA1fw0/s1600/cute.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/S76ULtP7-uI/AAAAAAAABWA/JiNSCHA1fw0/s640/cute.png" width="353" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/S76UTbEENjI/AAAAAAAABWI/BjSqvt2cPDo/s1600/cuter.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="230" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/S76UTbEENjI/AAAAAAAABWI/BjSqvt2cPDo/s400/cuter.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I have such cute cute cute friends! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I love them.&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/7240475988608249698-6634089069437200193?l=a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/6634089069437200193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-moved-back-to-blogger-and-i-managed_6954.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240475988608249698/posts/default/6634089069437200193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240475988608249698/posts/default/6634089069437200193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-moved-back-to-blogger-and-i-managed_6954.html' title=''/><author><name>Ammala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16212812960047300564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/SgUM08g6wlI/AAAAAAAAAkM/RoPRu2lhCew/S220/lol.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/S76S7zXJunI/AAAAAAAABVw/1A1TiefSniw/s72-c/love+is.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240475988608249698.post-5089497026112049558</id><published>2010-04-06T06:24:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T20:10:49.135+08:00</updated><title type='text'>8 more days</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; It's 8 more days till everything is over. And I'm done with my work already, I'm just left with the report. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So I'm going deaf in one ear currently, due to a spreading infection in the sinus, but somehow I'm overly-excited to do my report. My friend was calling me crazy repeatedly because of that, but I can't help it, I just like writing. I really miss writing. :( Even when it was thousands and thousands of words in a scientific report. It's fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope to get it done by today, so that I can be free for the Kbox trip on friday, and saturday trip to johor, with my new friends from work. I really, really like them :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/04/hair-salon.gif?w=300" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" class="aligncenter size-medium wp-image-428" height="253" src="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/04/hair-salon.gif?w=300" title="hair salon" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; Tomorrow, I SWEAR I'll get my hair done. No more buts! It's been so long since I've been trying to find time to do it, and I'll just have to shove it in tomorrow. A mani-pedi on the way too, I hope? ;) I need it, I'm so embarrassed by my ugly nails :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/04/p1010002.jpg?w=300" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" class="aligncenter size-medium wp-image-433" height="225" src="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/04/p1010002.jpg?w=300" title="P1010002" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/04/p1010022.jpg?w=300" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" class="aligncenter size-medium wp-image-434" height="225" src="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/04/p1010022.jpg?w=300" title="P1010022" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I MISS THEM! I REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY MISS THEM. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;XOXO&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7240475988608249698-5089497026112049558?l=a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/5089497026112049558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/2010/04/8-more-days_5108.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240475988608249698/posts/default/5089497026112049558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240475988608249698/posts/default/5089497026112049558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/2010/04/8-more-days_5108.html' title='8 more days'/><author><name>Ammala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16212812960047300564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/SgUM08g6wlI/AAAAAAAAAkM/RoPRu2lhCew/S220/lol.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240475988608249698.post-3223410939256757127</id><published>2010-04-04T08:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T20:10:49.135+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday night love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;You would think that Love and I would go out since he's back home again but it's hard when you have other commitments. *sigh* That is the point where I told him I wish you were socially retarded so you have me and noone else, so we can spend time together all the time with no problems :P How selfish of me. But it's an inside joke ;) He's so cute, ahhh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So while he's hanging out with his friends, I was with mine. I wonder how it'd be like if we bump into each other?&lt;a href="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/04/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/04/3.jpg?w=151" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" class="aligncenter size-medium wp-image-409" height="479" src="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/04/3.jpg?w=151" title="3" width="242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Okay so I decided to camwhore. I hardly take pictures of myself. I don't know why.&amp;nbsp; Most of my girlfriends are camwhores though. Hehe. Stupid IE7 doesn't support Acer's webcam so I had to download some stupid application. But when trying to smile to the webcam I realized I have an one-sided smile! &amp;amp;It looked ugly :( I need to practise smiling. LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anyways, I went out with my pretty girlfriends! Initially it was supposed to be an outing to Little India for north indian food, 7 of us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But since some couldn't make it, 4 of us decided to go watch a movie at Northpoint. Might have been a simple affair but I had alot alot of fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;As usual. ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/04/dsc04040.jpg?w=225" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" class="aligncenter size-medium wp-image-414" height="300" src="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/04/dsc04040.jpg?w=225" title="DSC04040" width="225" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/04/dsc04045.jpg?w=300" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" class="aligncenter size-medium wp-image-415" height="225" src="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/04/dsc04045.jpg?w=300" title="DSC04045" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/04/dsc04046.jpg?w=300" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" class="aligncenter size-medium wp-image-416" height="225" src="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/04/dsc04046.jpg?w=300" title="DSC04046" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Tamil movie for the first time. Did I mention it runs for 3 hours?! Damn long. But it was nice! We went to pastamania later, and ate like pigs. How are they so skinny, I wonder?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/04/dsc04052.jpg?w=300" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" class="aligncenter size-medium wp-image-418" height="225" src="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/04/dsc04052.jpg?w=300" title="DSC04052" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hope Karlpana doesn't kill me, she asked me to take a picture of the food and my shaky hands resulted in such a horrible picture :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We talked about everything we could think of, and bitched, for hours till the restaurant closed. Fun fun fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Love you guys &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Tomorrow is Hair salon day! Nana you better not let me down this time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;XOXO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7240475988608249698-3223410939256757127?l=a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/3223410939256757127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/2010/04/saturday-night-love_04.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240475988608249698/posts/default/3223410939256757127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240475988608249698/posts/default/3223410939256757127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/2010/04/saturday-night-love_04.html' title='Saturday night love'/><author><name>Ammala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16212812960047300564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/SgUM08g6wlI/AAAAAAAAAkM/RoPRu2lhCew/S220/lol.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240475988608249698.post-1707020402534384071</id><published>2010-04-03T08:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T20:10:49.135+08:00</updated><title type='text'>&lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I don't really blog that often, but hey, who has the time to be consistent nowadays!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/04/23766_377923443691_701263691_3832320_669767_n.jpg?w=300" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" class="aligncenter size-medium wp-image-380" height="225" src="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/04/23766_377923443691_701263691_3832320_669767_n.jpg?w=300" title="23766_377923443691_701263691_3832320_669767_n" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/04/23766_377923408691_701263691_3832313_1159374_n.jpg?w=300" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" class="aligncenter size-medium wp-image-377" height="225" src="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/04/23766_377923408691_701263691_3832313_1159374_n.jpg?w=300" title="23766_377923408691_701263691_3832313_1159374_n" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/04/23766_377923328691_701263691_3832299_86710_n.jpg?w=225" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" class="aligncenter size-medium wp-image-376" height="300" src="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/04/23766_377923328691_701263691_3832299_86710_n.jpg?w=225" title="23766_377923328691_701263691_3832299_86710_n" width="225" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/04/23766_377923418691_701263691_3832315_4842942_n.jpg?w=225" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" class="aligncenter size-medium wp-image-378" height="300" src="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/04/23766_377923418691_701263691_3832315_4842942_n.jpg?w=225" title="23766_377923418691_701263691_3832315_4842942_n" width="225" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/04/23766_377923433691_701263691_3832318_2203885_n.jpg?w=300" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" class="aligncenter size-medium wp-image-379" height="225" src="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/04/23766_377923433691_701263691_3832318_2203885_n.jpg?w=300" title="23766_377923433691_701263691_3832318_2203885_n" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;LAST SUNDAY.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Egyptian exhibition with the besties was fun, interesting, and beautiful. The mummies, the coffins, the antiques, their lives.. such a beautiful and mystifying culture. I would love to travel to Egypt one day! After the exhibition, the one main thing I learnt was that the egyptians were busy living their lives planning their after-lives. I find it really interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bernard, our old friend brought up the idea, and we had a good time at town. Ate at Just Asia after the exhibition, free flow of ice cream and drinks! Totally awesome! I wasn't feeling well (as usual), but I couldn't help myself. &amp;lt;333 Who resists ice cream?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the arcade later, and I fell in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/04/bunny.jpg?w=300" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" class="aligncenter size-medium wp-image-381" height="225" src="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/04/bunny.jpg?w=300" title="bunny" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With this. THE BUNNY IS SO CUTE! I swear, they put it on display on purpose! All of us (the girls) were squealing at it's cuteness. But I would've never thought I could win it. Especially since I haven't ever played with this machine. But I did! With the help of my friends, we managed to get the bunny and now it's in my posession. Woohoo! Thank you loves! We should do this again soon =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/04/shopping.jpg?w=300" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" class="aligncenter size-medium wp-image-382" height="253" src="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/04/shopping.jpg?w=300" title="shopping" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;And from Monday to Wednesday&lt;/b&gt;, was shopping days =D Went to town everyday after work to shop till we drop! Nana and I were supposed to get our hair done but the girl is always late! :( Guess I have to stand having ugly hair awhile more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annddd, &lt;b&gt;thursday &lt;/b&gt;after work went to town with my friends from work. It was.. 7 of us? Some couldn't make it. Had loads of fun at Kenny Rogers while dining. I think we were the noisiest there, I hope people didn't get annoyed. Watched How to train your dragon after!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;img alt="" class="aligncenter size-medium wp-image-383" height="300" src="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/04/how_to_train_your_dragon.jpg?w=189" title="How_to_Train_Your_Dragon" width="189" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a cartoon movie. And the dragon is so cute! Reminds me of my dog, jacky. &amp;amp; It acts exactly like a dog! It was not too long, the storyline wasn't boring, and it was pretty cute. I liked it. :) It's only 8 more days till my attachment ends, and I'm going to miss all of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is good friday so love booked out yesterday night =) He had went out with his friends after that and I was pretty sure he'd be late but he was on time. :o Impressive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/04/aaa.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/04/dsc04035.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;img alt="" class="aligncenter size-medium wp-image-391" height="300" src="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/04/02.jpg?w=225" title="02" width="225" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At a reflection thingy in a shopping mall. I missed him so much. I might be having fun with friends, family.. but it never feels the same without him. He was really loving and sweet today. Well, he hardly is never. ;) We pretty much were glued together. We are such a PDA couple =S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything went perfectly today. But one weird thing happened today. This caucasian dude came up to me and asked me for my autograph. Like.. what?! &amp;amp; He told me I look like Freida Pinto&amp;nbsp; from Slumdog Millionaire. So he needs my autograph.. I was in a huge state of confusion.&amp;nbsp; Then love and him started talking about it and then his wife (who was indian) came and told me the same thing. They got my autograph and left. I was pretty speechless after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;img alt="" class="aligncenter size-full wp-image-385" height="300" src="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/04/freida-pinto.jpg" title="freida-pinto-" width="300" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look like.. that?! That is definitely too much of a compliment man! Maybe if I was slimmer, had white teeth, and flawless skin, better hair.. you get it. She is so pretty. I think he must've been drunk. HAHAHA. But it was definitely interesting. And he was very friendly. I like friendly people. =) And somehow, I meet a hell lot of them everytime I go out. Life's gooood!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now love has booked back into camp. He had fever one of the days during camp, and now he has to pay back for it. What the hell!? It's so unfair. He was so upset about it, as he couldn't enjoy the long weekend like the rest. :( I'm sad too. Well, what can we do. I just can't wait for him to be done with it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;img alt="" class="aligncenter size-full wp-image-386" height="133" src="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/04/sore-loser.png" title="sore loser" width="444" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;XOXO&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7240475988608249698-1707020402534384071?l=a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/1707020402534384071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/2010/04/so-i-dont-really-blog-that-often-but_03.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240475988608249698/posts/default/1707020402534384071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240475988608249698/posts/default/1707020402534384071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/2010/04/so-i-dont-really-blog-that-often-but_03.html' title='&amp;lt;3'/><author><name>Ammala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16212812960047300564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/SgUM08g6wlI/AAAAAAAAAkM/RoPRu2lhCew/S220/lol.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240475988608249698.post-9016959760637692673</id><published>2010-03-29T17:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T20:10:49.135+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday blues</title><content type='html'>Back at work.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/03/mondayblues.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="aligncenter size-medium wp-image-369" title="mondayblues" src="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/03/mondayblues.jpg?w=300" alt="" width="300" height="252" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Initially, I would've said monday blues, but.. my friends and I are having fun early in the morning so I won't say it :P&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;We do the silliest things together. At one point I was so bored I decided to download Google Earth and we started looking at all our residential areas through that. So cool! And the morning magic tricks my friend would come around and play, the talking sessions.. I guess it makes me feel better about working here.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Just two more weeks, and it's over. Going out with a group of them to celebrate.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;See, this is where the headache starts. I want to meet so many people and they all want to go out on the weekends. Love can only meet me on the weekends. So it clashes. Yesterday was outing with the besties, this weekend is the outing with the girls.. So hard to balance now! &amp;amp;He's facing the same problem.  I just hope nothing bad happens. I don't want us to drift apart. :(&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/03/untitled.png"&gt;&lt;img class="aligncenter size-medium wp-image-372" title="Untitled" src="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/03/untitled.png?w=300" alt="" width="390" height="183" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I miss you. I hate seeing you only once a week, and just for a few hours. I miss the times we could meet anytime we wanted. I miss how you used to chase me down the hallways of RP, throw my slippers far away and make me suffer, carry me on the escalators, turn up under my block after work and surprise me with chocolates, our silly chats and tic tac toe games on MSN in class, our after school hang-out, those times I would hang out at night with you and the rest and how they started calling me OT (overtime) Girl because I always say I'm doing overtime at work just to spend time with you. How they call you Project boy cause you always lied you're doing project just to meet me. *Heaves a very long, long, deep sigh.* Ah well.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Will update about the outing with besties later! :D&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;XOXO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7240475988608249698-9016959760637692673?l=a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/9016959760637692673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/2010/03/monday-blues_29.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240475988608249698/posts/default/9016959760637692673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240475988608249698/posts/default/9016959760637692673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/2010/03/monday-blues_29.html' title='Monday blues'/><author><name>Ammala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16212812960047300564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/SgUM08g6wlI/AAAAAAAAAkM/RoPRu2lhCew/S220/lol.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240475988608249698.post-5465961691082659245</id><published>2010-03-28T11:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T20:10:49.135+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3am in the morning</title><content type='html'>I am back! I have a silent resolution to blog more often, so I shall (:&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/03/dsc03951.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="aligncenter size-thumbnail wp-image-331" title="DSC03951" src="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/03/dsc03951.jpg?w=150" alt="" width="229" height="169" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;It was mummy's birthday! I don't want to upload the rest of the pictures cause she'd kill me. Hehe. But she liked the cake, we went all the way to bugis to buy it for her since she's vegetarian and the cakes are the bomb. I'm glad she liked it! But still need to bring her out on of these days. I love you momma!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/03/dsc03992.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="aligncenter size-medium wp-image-335" title="DSC03992" src="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/03/dsc03992.jpg?w=225" alt="" width="225" height="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/03/dsc03994.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="aligncenter size-medium wp-image-336" title="DSC03994" src="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/03/dsc03994.jpg?w=225" alt="" width="225" height="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/03/dsc03999.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="aligncenter size-medium wp-image-332" title="DSC03999" src="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/03/dsc03999.jpg?w=225" alt="" width="225" height="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:left;"&gt;I was playing with the crab. They gave the whole piece! I had no heart to eat it :( LOL, so I gave it to love! He had his usual Alfredo.&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp; He agreed my drink, Hazelnutte, was the bomb :D *slurps!*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:left;"&gt;Oh, this was at CoffeeClub at IMM. We used to go there everyday last time. Memories. But the service now is not as good anymore. It felt like such a short time, walked around, did some talking, had fun! I missed him the moment he left. Oh, and I bumped into an old friend! Sigh. Can time pass faster? 3 months more till his NS is over. Still have a long way to go.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:left;"&gt;So messed up. :(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;And he dedicated this song to me on FB, so sweet! :')&lt;br/&gt;I think the lyrics can't suit us any better.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Thank you baby :) ILYSM!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;      &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UELFfcfr32M&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;      &lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;      &lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UELFfcfr32M&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;border=1;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;      &lt;/object&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;I know they wanna come and separate us but they can't do us nothin&lt;br/&gt;You're the one I want and I'm a continue lovin&lt;br/&gt;Cause your considered wifey and I'm considered husband&lt;br/&gt;And I'm a always be there for you&lt;br/&gt;And either way you look at it I ain't goin no where for my muffin&lt;br/&gt;Cause she gonna hold it down, cant no body tell her nothin&lt;br/&gt;You got the kind of love that always make a better fussin&lt;br/&gt;And that's what gets me closer to you&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;And no one knows&lt;br/&gt;Why I'm into you&lt;br/&gt;Cause they'll never know what its like to walk in our shoes&lt;br/&gt;And no one know, the things we've been through&lt;br/&gt;Can never measure up to half of what I put you through&lt;br/&gt;That's why we'll break through&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;And I don't care what they say&lt;br/&gt;I'm gonna be with you&lt;br/&gt;I'm gonna be with you&lt;br/&gt;I wanna be with you&lt;br/&gt;And I don't care what they do&lt;br/&gt;I'm gonna be with you&lt;br/&gt;I'm gonna be with you&lt;br/&gt;I'm gonna be with you&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;Seems like every day that go by things are gettin harder&lt;br/&gt;Want to be the one that give you the whole enchilada&lt;br/&gt;Cause I know what my baby like, I lean you on that Prada&lt;br/&gt;You ain't got to match with the shoes&lt;br/&gt;All about knowing you I'm into doing things to keep you longer&lt;br/&gt;Stickin together forever, watch it grow stronger&lt;br/&gt;That's the way it has to be, everything proper&lt;br/&gt;Keepin it always true&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;And no one knows&lt;br/&gt;Why I'm into you&lt;br/&gt;Cause they'll never know what its like to walk in our shoes&lt;br/&gt;And no one know, the things we've been through&lt;br/&gt;Can never measure up to half of what I put you through&lt;br/&gt;That's why we'll break through&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;And I don't care what they say&lt;br/&gt;I'm gonna be with you&lt;br/&gt;I'm gonna be with you&lt;br/&gt;I wanna be with you&lt;br/&gt;And I don't care what they do&lt;br/&gt;I'm gonna be with you&lt;br/&gt;I'm gonna be with you&lt;br/&gt;I'm gonna be with you&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;You are everything in my life see the joy you bring&lt;br/&gt;And ain't no one I can compare you to&lt;br/&gt;And I know that you will never walk away from me no matter what&lt;br/&gt;And that's why I plan to do the same thing for you&lt;br/&gt;And I want you to know&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;And I don't care what they say&lt;br/&gt;I'm gonna be with you&lt;br/&gt;I'm gonna be with you&lt;br/&gt;I wanna be with you&lt;br/&gt;And I don't care what they do&lt;br/&gt;I'm gonna be with you&lt;br/&gt;I'm gonna be with you&lt;br/&gt;I'm gonna be with you&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;XOXO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7240475988608249698-5465961691082659245?l=a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/5465961691082659245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/2010/03/3am-in-morning_28.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240475988608249698/posts/default/5465961691082659245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240475988608249698/posts/default/5465961691082659245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/2010/03/3am-in-morning_28.html' title='3am in the morning'/><author><name>Ammala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16212812960047300564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/SgUM08g6wlI/AAAAAAAAAkM/RoPRu2lhCew/S220/lol.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240475988608249698.post-6228726718291033522</id><published>2010-03-22T06:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T20:10:49.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gone again</title><content type='html'>I was pretty 'emo', while taking the train back home from Pasir Ris. Today was love's book-in day. :( Met in the early afternoon, to spend some time together before he left. He was so sad to leave and I'm.. not good with goodbyes. I never was.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;NS seems to be like a period of hell? I think the worst of everything is that you can't see your loved ones much anymore. I know he feels worse than me. I keep having to look at the bright side, to stay calm. It's just four months, not two years. One month is already almost over,  just three months more. I have alot of free time to spend at home, organizing my life, meeting up my friends, my family.. and work. Yep.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I just can't wait for this to be over! :(&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Went to beach road to get things for camp. Ate at beach road; went to Kallang Riverside Park (or something near to it).&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/03/dsc03940.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="aligncenter size-medium wp-image-324" title="DSC03940" src="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/03/dsc03940.jpg?w=225" alt="" width="225" height="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;He tanned ALOT. Never knew I could actually be fairer than him. :o I miss him already. Ah well.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I need a hair makeover &amp;amp;I'm starting to like these curls (finally!) Going to get my hair done once my pay day arrives. Not to mention love's belated birthday present. Anddd.. mummy's birthday is coming up! :D I want to bring her out.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/03/dsc03943-copy-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/03/dsc03943-copy-21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="aligncenter size-medium wp-image-327" title="DSC03943 copy 2" src="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/03/dsc03943-copy-21.jpg?w=225" alt="" width="225" height="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;No matter what, okay?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;Noone can ever replace you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;♥&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;XOXO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7240475988608249698-6228726718291033522?l=a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/6228726718291033522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/2010/03/gone-again_22.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240475988608249698/posts/default/6228726718291033522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240475988608249698/posts/default/6228726718291033522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/2010/03/gone-again_22.html' title='Gone again'/><author><name>Ammala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16212812960047300564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/SgUM08g6wlI/AAAAAAAAAkM/RoPRu2lhCew/S220/lol.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240475988608249698.post-218937624276365508</id><published>2010-03-21T01:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T20:10:49.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>He's back</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/03/dsc03928.jpg"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/03/dsc03928.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/03/dsc03930.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="aligncenter size-medium wp-image-313" title="DSC03930" src="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/03/dsc03930.jpg?w=225" alt="" width="225" height="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Andddddd... he's back ;) Left my workplace promptly at 5.40 only to have to wait there for around an hour for the rain to stop :( Met a friend along the way who brought me to the bus stop, and we took the bus together :) Got wet in the rain. Apart from looking like I just woke up from my grave (because of stress at work), I had to ruin my hair in the rain. Grrreeaatt.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Took the train all the way from Clementi to Pasir Ris, I was an hour late. Met his cousin and friends, and waited for another long hour for him to arrive. I was so famished ;( Later, some left and the rest of us went to eat at Burger King. Then took cab to woodlands, and spent somemore time with him. Did I mention how glad I am to have him back?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/03/dsc03930.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/03/dsc03928.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="aligncenter size-medium wp-image-312" title="DSC03928" src="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/03/dsc03928.jpg?w=225" alt="" width="225" height="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp; He looks so cute with his haircut! hehe. Really missed him, and I can't wait to go out with him tomorrow.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;There's been so many things happening recently, and it made me realize how much I appreciate him, and that he's a &lt;span style="text-decoration:line-through;"&gt;dime&lt;/span&gt; diamond in the dozen. :) Nowadays, guys my age are so rude, unclassy, annoying, and plain immatured. Or is it just me having to be stuck with the wrong people? Sigh. Oh well, I couldn't care about them less, and..did I mention how glad am I to have him back? *flashes a big big smile*&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Oh, I love you :D&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;XOXO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7240475988608249698-218937624276365508?l=a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/218937624276365508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/2010/03/he-back_21.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240475988608249698/posts/default/218937624276365508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240475988608249698/posts/default/218937624276365508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/2010/03/he-back_21.html' title='He&amp;#39;s back'/><author><name>Ammala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16212812960047300564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/SgUM08g6wlI/AAAAAAAAAkM/RoPRu2lhCew/S220/lol.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240475988608249698.post-6262414777640461985</id><published>2010-03-16T00:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T20:10:49.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Party planning</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;I'm bored right now so I shall blog ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up today morning, feeling a little sad that I have to go to work. The travelling is a killer; I think Ive mentioned it too many times already. But I immediately feel better whenever I see my colleagues (aka fellow attachess from RP) who are really sweet and nice people. They teach me when I don't know how to do certain things, listen to my rants, we talk, laugh and go out together, and they advise me on many things. They even bring me to the labs and teach me practical work, bring me things, when even my supervisor didn't. I am lucky to have such friends :) I think I would've become very depressed and lonely without them. I really appreciate it. It also helps me kill time while waiting for Em to return home. :( I do miss him alot, and I'm glad I have so many people around keeping me occupied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I have to admit I've been having alot of fun! :D No lonely days, nothing. Makes things easier for me. I knew this thing would be a breeze :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/03/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" class="aligncenter size-medium wp-image-298" height="225" src="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/03/1.jpg?w=300" title="1" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/03/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" class="aligncenter size-medium wp-image-299" height="225" src="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/03/2.jpg?w=300" title="2" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/03/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" class="aligncenter size-medium wp-image-300" height="225" src="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/03/3.jpg?w=300" title="3" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/03/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" class="aligncenter size-medium wp-image-301" height="225" src="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/03/4.jpg?w=300" title="4" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/03/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" class="aligncenter size-medium wp-image-302" height="225" src="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/03/6.jpg?w=300" title="6" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/03/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/03/12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" class="aligncenter size-medium wp-image-303" height="225" src="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/03/12.jpg?w=300" title="12" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/03/12.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/03/fghf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" class="aligncenter size-medium wp-image-304" height="225" src="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/03/fghf.jpg?w=300" title="fghf" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/03/thnteiphjrtip.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" class="aligncenter size-medium wp-image-305" height="225" src="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/03/thnteiphjrtip.jpg?w=300" title="thnteiphjrtip" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Party planning with the girls was fun, stressful, fun..yep. The above girls are the last few to leave RP. Pretty girlfriends! :) Initially, there were 8 of us. 8 people planning?! But hey, we had fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time it's only going to be the 11 of us! Not the previous time where we planned for 40 people. I'm pretty happy about it, it's always fun with just the small bunch of us. (Yes, we consider 11 SMALL) :P We just have a few more things to work out, and we'll be done for the most of it. I can't wait for the Aussie girls to be back! The best part is that it's the 3 days 2 night chalet. Woohoo! Clubbing was initially in the plans but I don't think it'll work out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's so many things to do now, I just pray for everything to work out unlike what happened last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate my hair now, and it doesn't help that I have girlfriends with perfectly luscious, glossy, beautiful hair. But I'll never go back to rebonding again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://asundaykindoflove.wordpress.com/Users/72427/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot.png" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/03/membership-mummiespromo-mexhibitain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" class="aligncenter size-medium wp-image-306" height="300" src="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/03/membership-mummiespromo-mexhibitain.jpg?w=210" title="Membership-mummiespromo-mexhibitain" width="210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this weekends, I GET TO SEE EM AGAIN &amp;lt;3333333&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to meet on saturday but I am going to the exhibition with the besties that I miss alot. :( Can we meet more often please? most of us live in Yishun! It should be easier than this :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to meet you guys, and I can't wait to meet love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;XOXO&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7240475988608249698-6262414777640461985?l=a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/6262414777640461985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/2010/03/party-planning_16.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240475988608249698/posts/default/6262414777640461985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240475988608249698/posts/default/6262414777640461985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/2010/03/party-planning_16.html' title='Party planning'/><author><name>Ammala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16212812960047300564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/SgUM08g6wlI/AAAAAAAAAkM/RoPRu2lhCew/S220/lol.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240475988608249698.post-6056901553665858201</id><published>2010-03-11T18:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T20:10:49.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because we're awesome</title><content type='html'>I missed them and I finally got to see them &amp;lt;3&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;And it was so fun, the word can't even describe it enough. It was a birthday celebration for my two lovely babes Nadia, and Nabisha, and I'm sure they had fun. We're planning another chalet this year (again!:D) but it'll not be on my birthday like last year, it's much earlier.. July :D Can't wait! Meeting up this saturday to plan again!  It's becoming a tradition.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/03/zeron.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="aligncenter size-medium wp-image-291" title="zeron" src="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/03/zeron.jpg?w=300" alt="" width="300" height="225" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;So it was Me, Nadia, Nabisha, Nana, Karlpana, Pavithra, Soniyah, and Renukha. Nandhini couldn't make it.  :( Wished Revathi and Vinitha were around to join in the fun too. :(&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/03/eight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="aligncenter size-medium wp-image-278" title="eight" src="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/03/eight.jpg?w=300" alt="" width="300" height="225" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/03/twelve.jpg"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/03/sixteen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="aligncenter size-medium wp-image-281" title="sixteen" src="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/03/sixteen.jpg?w=300" alt="" width="300" height="225" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/03/fifteen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="aligncenter size-medium wp-image-282" title="fifteen" src="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/03/fifteen.jpg?w=300" alt="" width="300" height="225" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;Candid pictures always make me look stupid beyond reason.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/03/fourteen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="aligncenter size-medium wp-image-283" title="fourteen" src="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/03/fourteen.jpg?w=300" alt="" width="300" height="225" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/03/fourteen.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/03/seventeen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="aligncenter size-medium wp-image-284" title="seventeen" src="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/03/seventeen.jpg?w=300" alt="" width="300" height="225" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I was looking at this picture and I was wondering.. who's the guy standing by the side? Then I remembered it was that idiotic tourist who kept bugging and stalking us throughout the day. Well, though it was annoying we take it as a compliment. HAHA!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;He came to us in the afternoon and asked us whether he could take pictures of our &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;PIZZA&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. We were dumb-founded, but agreed because we're nice people. :) hehe. But I have a feeling he took pictures of us instead, cause the camera was facing more towards our direction. -_- I wonder where the picture is going to end up? He later came back in the night and asked us whether he could get a girlfriend. Pretty straightforward eh? HAHA.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Then my favorite queen bitch Soniyah pointed to  a cofeeshop and toilets "You want a girlfriend? Go there, you can find one."  &amp;amp;She did that with the bitchiest look on her face possible. He seemed to understand what she indirectly meant, and left immediately with a grim face. We burst out laughing. Somehow, this happens so often to us. Guess cause I have such pretty girlfriends :) It makes the day more interesting, I guess. Guys, guys, guys.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/03/seventeen.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/03/one.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="aligncenter size-medium wp-image-285" title="one" src="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/03/one.jpg?w=225" alt="" width="225" height="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/03/one.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/03/nine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="aligncenter size-medium wp-image-286" title="nine" src="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/03/nine.jpg?w=300" alt="" width="300" height="225" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/03/nine.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/03/five.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="aligncenter size-medium wp-image-287" title="five" src="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/03/five.jpg?w=225" alt="" width="225" height="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;Nadia, how I WISH you were still in yishun. :((&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/03/five.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/03/eleven.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="aligncenter size-medium wp-image-288" title="eleven" src="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/03/eleven.jpg?w=300" alt="" width="300" height="225" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;Yes, we had alot of fun fighting and playing games (in an extremely competitive manner, I must say)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/03/eleven.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/03/twenty2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="aligncenter size-medium wp-image-289" title="twenty2" src="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/03/twenty2.jpg?w=225" alt="" width="225" height="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;As NANA said, the camwhores are caught in action at the back! HAHA! :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/03/twenty2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/03/twenty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="aligncenter size-medium wp-image-290" title="twenty" src="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/03/twenty.jpg?w=300" alt="" width="300" height="225" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;I love these girls.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:left;"&gt;I hope this saturday would go smoothly, and the July chalet will be a blast! ;) THIS TIME, I'M GOING TO TAKE A VIDEO OF THE DRUNK BITCHES .  Memories &amp;lt;3 I hope there won't be drunk guys though.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/03/puppy-boy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="aligncenter size-medium wp-image-292" title="puppy boy" src="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/03/puppy-boy.jpg?w=300" alt="" width="300" height="211" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:left;"&gt;Randomness. I LOVE THIS PUPPYYY!!!! It's so fucking cute.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:left;"&gt;This reminds me of bf, he's so cute :P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:left;"&gt;I miss him. :(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;XOXO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7240475988608249698-6056901553665858201?l=a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/6056901553665858201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/2010/03/because-we-awesome_11.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240475988608249698/posts/default/6056901553665858201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240475988608249698/posts/default/6056901553665858201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/2010/03/because-we-awesome_11.html' title='Because we&amp;#39;re awesome'/><author><name>Ammala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16212812960047300564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/SgUM08g6wlI/AAAAAAAAAkM/RoPRu2lhCew/S220/lol.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240475988608249698.post-2806030986923943427</id><published>2010-03-04T20:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T20:10:49.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy birthday, Love</title><content type='html'>Today is a very special day for a very special person.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/03/dsc020171.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="aligncenter size-medium wp-image-274" title="DSC02017" src="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/03/dsc020171.jpg?w=225" alt="" width="295" height="393" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY 21st BIRTHDAY LOVE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I hope you have a great year ahead and I hope that every setback and failure only brings out something better for you in life. You are such a sweet, caring, loving, kind-hearted, and lovable person. It is not being in  love that makes me happy but it is being in love with YOU that makes me  happy. You deserve the best in everything, and I'm sure you'll get it with that good heart of yours. Things are so much better now, and I know it'll only get better and better, now that we've passed the bumpy stages.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;You know that with each year I'll only love you more and remember that your best years are   still ahead of you and I'll be there for every up down and in between.. and so will all your friends and family :) Because you're worth that much.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I'll get you the birthday present soon okay? I can't wait for you to finish BMT.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I have a surprise for you after ;)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Hoping that your day will be as special as you are.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;With love,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me! :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7240475988608249698-2806030986923943427?l=a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/2806030986923943427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/2010/03/happy-birthday-love_04.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240475988608249698/posts/default/2806030986923943427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240475988608249698/posts/default/2806030986923943427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/2010/03/happy-birthday-love_04.html' title='Happy birthday, Love'/><author><name>Ammala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16212812960047300564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/SgUM08g6wlI/AAAAAAAAAkM/RoPRu2lhCew/S220/lol.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240475988608249698.post-306507671727818639</id><published>2010-03-03T06:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T20:10:49.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/03/lovelove.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" class="aligncenter size-full wp-image-262" height="188" src="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/03/lovelove.jpg" title="lovelove" width="196" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Love. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where we don't need to talk about anything, and laugh. When we didn't need to boast about our love. When we didn't need to meet, or talk everyday to know what we know. When we didn't need to give up our own social lives to be with each other. When we don't restrict each other so unnecessarily; when we slowly learn to let go and trust the person will come back. When we have our own friends and we respect that. When we don't disrespect them for nothing. When we do what's best for each other, even though it hurts us. When it's not all just about spending money and countless lunch and dinner dates. When it's not sending me everywhere to show me you care. When it's me telling you not to do that, since I wouldn't want to make you tired. When it's screaming on the phone and smiling the moment we meet. Love, when it doesn't turn you into a monster. Where the person makes you someone better, not someone worse. And I'm glad I have that, since I've seen so many opposites. With that thought, goodnight. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;XOXO&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7240475988608249698-306507671727818639?l=a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/306507671727818639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/2010/03/love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240475988608249698/posts/default/306507671727818639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240475988608249698/posts/default/306507671727818639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/2010/03/love.html' title=''/><author><name>Ammala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16212812960047300564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/SgUM08g6wlI/AAAAAAAAAkM/RoPRu2lhCew/S220/lol.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240475988608249698.post-508015520074811800</id><published>2010-03-02T00:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T20:10:49.137+08:00</updated><title type='text'>randomness needs no reason</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;You are Black Mask. Spiritual and fatalistic, your beliefs, dreams and emotions guide your ambitions. You are cynical and trust very few because you believe superficiality runs the world. This does not prevent you from being superficial to attain your goals. Your mission is to expose the ugliness of attractive people and mar their beauty. When you are angry, you humiliate your enemies in the most merciless way possible and let them destroy themselves through their own shame. Though your life for the most part has been fairly normal, it is marked by a string of significant setbacks harsh enough to force you to completely reinvent yourself as a more socially magnanimous person, but this is merely a facade. You don't know how to be true to yourself and your life is marked by self-hatred, envy, and a constant quest to find yourself. Yet your intelligence and insight, combined with your legendary vindictiveness, is remarkable enough to reach anyone who has wronged you and hurt them very, very badly. Some say you can see the future. Perhaps you can.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;"I have no delusions of divinity. We are men, not gods. Man is his own god, his own devil, his own death--we are created in our own image, yet imprisoned by the face we call our own. I will remake the world as I have remade my face, so that they may confront their ugliness and find for themselves what is beautiful." ~Black Mask&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br/&gt;This is freaky description of me. But I like how they've put it.&lt;br/&gt;Some parts are true, whereas some, not at all.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Okay I admit it. I'm bloody bored!&lt;br/&gt;First round - watched  Devil Wears Prada&lt;br/&gt;Second round - some other movie?&lt;br/&gt;Sigh.﻿&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/03/pupy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="aligncenter size-medium wp-image-254" title="pupy" src="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/03/pupy.jpg?w=225" alt="" width="361" height="481" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Sad :(((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I wish I could adopt all the animals in the world that are suffering!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;and the people who abandon pets.. I hope you guys burn in hell!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Oh, and I like this:&lt;br/&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#800000;"&gt;We're teenagers. We're still learning. Shit happens. We cheat, we  lie, we criticize, we fight over stupid things. We fall in love and end  up getting hurt. We bitch, bitch, BITCH. We bitch about bitches being  bitches. We party till dawn, we drink till we pass out. We hate people  for no reason, we call each other names. We stay up late having deep  conversations, or stay up late just to THINK. We go out and have a kick  ass time with our friends and THOSE WILL BE THE MEMORIES. One day that's  going to all pass. You can waste your time focusing on all the bad  things, but one day you're gonna wish you were still a teenager. So make  the most of what you have now, forget all the bullshit and drama and  LIVE YOUR FUCKING LIFE WITH A SEXY SMILE ON YOUR FACE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Okay I'll leave now. bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7240475988608249698-508015520074811800?l=a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/508015520074811800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/2010/03/randomness-needs-no-reason_02.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240475988608249698/posts/default/508015520074811800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240475988608249698/posts/default/508015520074811800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/2010/03/randomness-needs-no-reason_02.html' title='randomness needs no reason'/><author><name>Ammala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16212812960047300564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/SgUM08g6wlI/AAAAAAAAAkM/RoPRu2lhCew/S220/lol.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240475988608249698.post-4156993415101082079</id><published>2010-03-01T17:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T20:10:49.137+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;a href="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/03/fb.png"&gt;&lt;img alt="" class="aligncenter size-medium wp-image-244" height="300" src="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/03/fb.png?w=229" title="fb" width="229" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my besties. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boo,&amp;nbsp; ZiXin,&amp;nbsp; Nicky,&amp;nbsp; please meet up soon. Watch Alice In Wonderland together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7240475988608249698-4156993415101082079?l=a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/4156993415101082079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-miss-my-besties_01.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240475988608249698/posts/default/4156993415101082079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240475988608249698/posts/default/4156993415101082079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-miss-my-besties_01.html' title=''/><author><name>Ammala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16212812960047300564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/SgUM08g6wlI/AAAAAAAAAkM/RoPRu2lhCew/S220/lol.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240475988608249698.post-5933827523996217172</id><published>2010-03-01T01:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T20:10:49.137+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1, 2, 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Since I have time to blog for once, I shall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;February is almost to an end now so I'm just looking back on how my year has been going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; It's been going great. Been catching up with old friends, working, spending time with loved ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the one day after so long I have time to stay home and rest, and coincedentally an old close friend decided to pop by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was fun talking to her. Memories that can never be replaced :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have been having fever for 5 days now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's the lack of sleep, the horrible lengthy hours of  travelling, the horrible food in NUS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't want to miss a single day of work though. So just went through hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valentines day was funnnn ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to bring Em to Mount Faber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, technically he brought me on his bike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I wanted to show him the beautiful place. :D &lt;a href="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/02/p1010300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" class="aligncenter size-medium wp-image-195" height="300" src="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/02/p1010300.jpg?w=225" title="P1010300" width="225" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he agreed it was nice :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though it can't compare to other countries, it's definitely something different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/02/p1010299a.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/02/p1010306.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" class="aligncenter size-medium wp-image-198" height="300" src="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/02/p1010306.jpg?w=225" title="P1010306" width="225" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/02/p10102981.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" class="aligncenter size-medium wp-image-208" height="300" src="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/02/p10102981.jpg?w=225" title="P1010298" width="225" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/02/p1010304.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" class="aligncenter size-medium wp-image-197" height="300" src="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/02/p1010304.jpg?w=225" title="P1010304" width="225" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Place beautiful ain't it? Too bad it was full of people :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought they go visiting for CNY? Was shocked to see many chinese families there on CNY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/02/p10103031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" class="aligncenter size-medium wp-image-209" height="225" src="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/02/p10103031.jpg?w=300" title="P1010303" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aww well, but we still had fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/02/100215_184756.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" class="aligncenter size-medium wp-image-210" height="300" src="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/02/100215_184756.jpg?w=225" title="100215_184756" width="225" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/02/100215_184529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" class="aligncenter size-medium wp-image-212" height="300" src="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/02/100215_184529.jpg?w=225" title="100215_184529" width="225" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After some time of looking around, we ended up in Henderson Waves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been wanting to go there for the longest time now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/02/brightened.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" class="aligncenter size-medium wp-image-216" height="300" src="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/02/brightened.jpg?w=225" title="brightened" width="225" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/02/100215_190414.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/02/100215_190429.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" class="aligncenter size-medium wp-image-217" height="300" src="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/02/100215_190429.jpg?w=225" title="100215_190429" width="225" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice View over there. It was just so crowded though, I hated it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/02/100215_191619.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" class="aligncenter size-medium wp-image-218" height="300" src="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/02/100215_191619.jpg?w=225" title="100215_191619" width="225" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/02/100215_184841.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/02/100215_191648.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" class="aligncenter size-medium wp-image-219" height="300" src="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/02/100215_191648.jpg?w=225" title="100215_191648" width="225" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/02/100215_184529.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So hard to make him smile properly! Silly boy so cute. Fake smile! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When night fell, we made our way to Emerald Lodge for dinner. Bb's treat :D The food was a tad bit expensive but the view and setting was so romantic and pretty. Definitely a must-go for all couples! Can't wait till both of us are working full-time, then we can go on holidays and I can show him all the places I went :D I hope I have a good sense of direction. I'm sure he'll laugh at me when he sees this though :( Back to the topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food was niceeeeeeeee. *drools* We both had pasta. I'm craving for it again. He had All-time Favorite Chicken Pasta, while I had seafood. Mine was really really good. His was too, but he hated it. It tasted like it was tossed with Spinach and Olive Oil (healthy!) and I liked it so I exchanged food with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;What a nice girlfriend I am *self-praise* :D&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/02/100215_202718.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" class="aligncenter size-medium wp-image-220" height="225" src="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/02/100215_202718.jpg?w=300" title="100215_202718" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mine! *YUMMY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/02/100215_202729.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" class="aligncenter size-medium wp-image-221" height="300" src="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/02/100215_202729.jpg?w=225" title="100215_202729" width="225" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;His food.&lt;/b&gt; :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We had to rush off due to unfortunate circumstance though, but we'll definitely be visiting soon. :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/02/100215_212311.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" class="aligncenter size-medium wp-image-222" height="300" src="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/02/100215_212311.jpg?w=225" title="100215_212311" width="225" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before leaving, we walked around. I like this one above!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad it wouldn't be clear if we took a picture infront of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/02/100215_190400.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/02/100215_212548.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" class="aligncenter size-medium wp-image-223" height="300" src="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/02/100215_212548.jpg?w=225" title="100215_212548" width="225" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; Oh&amp;nbsp; yes, I went to the toilet before leaving and damn, I love their toilets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want mine like that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/02/100215_190400.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/02/100215_212726.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" class="aligncenter size-medium wp-image-224" height="300" src="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/02/100215_212726.jpg?w=225" title="100215_212726" width="225" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The sinks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/02/100215_212726.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/02/100215_212736.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" class="aligncenter size-medium wp-image-225" height="225" src="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/02/100215_212736.jpg?w=300" title="100215_212736" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The sofa in the toilet and the view outside. The walls are all glass :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we left to Vivocity afterwards. Andddddd.. baby fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so so so so so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/02/100215_232031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" class="aligncenter size-medium wp-image-226" height="300" src="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/02/100215_232031.jpg?w=225" title="100215_232031" width="225" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then left Vivo back to marsiling, and met up his bros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat and drank till.. 3? and made a move. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had fun, abrupt ending, and moving on to next topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you Emmy! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This month was better for us, since school is over we've been meeting so much more often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riding around, catching fireworks by the beach, uncountable dinners, and meeting his favorite bros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/02/100112_135913.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" class="aligncenter size-medium wp-image-227" height="300" src="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/02/100112_135913.jpg?w=225" title="100112_135913" width="225" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look like a fat zombie. *cries*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/02/100112_140109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" class="aligncenter size-medium wp-image-228" height="300" src="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/02/100112_140109.jpg?w=225" title="100112_140109" width="225" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this picture is cutttttteeeeeeeee! Me like. &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/02/100112_140204.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" class="aligncenter size-medium wp-image-229" height="300" src="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/02/100112_140204.jpg?w=225" title="100112_140204" width="225" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I like this picture too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Random meetups with my favorite people :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/02/img349-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/02/img345-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" class="aligncenter size-medium wp-image-230" height="300" src="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/02/img345-01.jpg?w=225" title="IMG345-01" width="225" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/02/img349-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" class="aligncenter size-medium wp-image-231" height="300" src="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/02/img349-01.jpg?w=225" title="IMG349-01" width="225" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I've not been able to meet up with my besties or the girl gang for some time now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This saturday, can't wait! &amp;lt;3 On the down side, dear love is going into NS this saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;*HEART BROKEN*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abrupt change of topic, again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DD5UKQggXTc&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt; &lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt; &lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DD5UKQggXTc&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt; &lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So fucking annoying! But entertaining to watch. Thanks to bestie boo who introduced this to me :)) Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh, and..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY BELOVED BROTHER, KIRAN! :D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/02/rwshnteobwrgibwobtqoe-331.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" class="aligncenter size-medium wp-image-233" height="224" src="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/02/rwshnteobwrgibwobtqoe-331.jpg?w=300" title="rwshnteobwrgibwobtqoe (331)" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Him and mummy :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So what did I get for him on his birthday?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/02/grays.png"&gt;&lt;img alt="" class="aligncenter size-medium wp-image-234" height="68" src="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/02/grays.png?w=300" title="grays" width="378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;For a little 11 year old boy, he's bloody materialistic. Costed me 120 just for a hocky stick. His $100 shoes I bought, the $100 soccer boots my dad bought, his $100 perfume, his $200 jerseys. May I ask, how come I don't get anything like that from dad? Sucks being the oldest.&amp;nbsp; :(( He's ELEVEN for christ's sake. tsk. I will never understand why boys need such expensive sports equipment!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Baby's birthday is nearing soon :)) I'm going to be so broke.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reminding me of work. I need to get ready for work tmr, early night to prepare myself for the morning rush. It's all the way at Clementi. And I swear, the people are so fucking rude there. Maybe it is the morning rush to work? I sometimes don't even have to use energy to walk in crowds. They'll just push me along. Fucking hell. And when I asked a lady to stop pushing, she retorted at me, "I'm not pushing, who's pushing?" Bitched with my friend in the bus when she was nearby. And he said loudly "Not pushing? Ya right, I didn't even need to try to get into the bus!" I'm glad I have friends there, keeps me sane. And they've been very caring too. Teaching me all the electronics topics when I have no clue on it, helping me etc. The people there are very nice as well. Makes me feel better about it :) So there goes my crazy long post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7240475988608249698-5933827523996217172?l=a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/5933827523996217172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/2010/03/1-2-3_01.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240475988608249698/posts/default/5933827523996217172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240475988608249698/posts/default/5933827523996217172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/2010/03/1-2-3_01.html' title='1, 2, 3'/><author><name>Ammala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16212812960047300564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/SgUM08g6wlI/AAAAAAAAAkM/RoPRu2lhCew/S220/lol.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240475988608249698.post-1027255148066098912</id><published>2010-02-26T00:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T20:10:49.137+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello</title><content type='html'>Hello.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;*Sweeping off the dust accumulating on blog*&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;By right, I should be able to update often since I'm using my laptop everyday for the past two weeks now.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I'm currently at my workplace, A*Star. Freezing.. to death, I would say.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;But boredom is driving me to death faster.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Not that I have nothing to do; I have too many things to do.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;But it's very difficult, and dry. sigh.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Can't wait to start working in the labs more often.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;The place is great, met many new friends, all wonderful.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;2 girls, 18 guys on attachment from RP. whoa.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;but it's been fun. Sitting with 6 of the guys right now, doing work and chatting.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Feel like sleeping.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;GTG now.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Will update on everything.. eventually.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;XOXO&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7240475988608249698-1027255148066098912?l=a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/1027255148066098912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/2010/02/hello_26.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240475988608249698/posts/default/1027255148066098912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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title='PLANS'/><author><name>Ammala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16212812960047300564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/SgUM08g6wlI/AAAAAAAAAkM/RoPRu2lhCew/S220/lol.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240475988608249698.post-8388904312636214408</id><published>2010-02-12T19:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T20:10:49.137+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I WANT</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I want I want I want I want!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/02/elasto-curl1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" class="aligncenter size-full wp-image-165" height="250" src="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/02/elasto-curl1.jpg" title="elasto curl" width="208" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/02/elasto-curl1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/02/louboutin.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/02/opi-nails.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" class="aligncenter size-medium wp-image-167" height="270" src="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/02/opi-nails.jpg?w=300" title="OPI nails" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/02/opi-nails.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/02/victoria-secret-bl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" class="aligncenter size-full wp-image-168" height="250" src="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/02/victoria-secret-bl.jpg" title="victoria secret bl" width="251" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/02/victoria-secret-bl.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/02/chanel1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" class="aligncenter size-medium wp-image-170" height="224" src="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/02/chanel1.jpg?w=300" title="chanel" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/02/chanel1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img alt="" class="aligncenter size-medium wp-image-162" height="300" src="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/02/christian-laboutin.jpg?w=300" title="christian laboutin" width="300" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/02/effaclar-k.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" class="aligncenter size-medium wp-image-163" height="300" src="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/02/effaclar-k.jpg?w=270" title="effaclar k" width="270" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't even imagine how much will all these cost in total. Sighhhhhhhhh :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONE DAY, ONE DAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss using Kerastase series, the only thing that worked so well on my horrible hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was shopping with Nana day. The best person to shop with. Cause our taste is alike ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/02/img325-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/02/img324-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" class="aligncenter size-medium wp-image-175" height="225" src="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/02/img324-01.jpg?w=300" title="IMG324-01" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/02/img325-011.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/02/img323-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" class="aligncenter size-medium wp-image-176" height="300" src="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/02/img323-01.jpg?w=225" title="IMG323-01" width="225" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm not done with shopping.&amp;nbsp; which girl ever is? I want more, MORE! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Going to town on a friday night is a bad idea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hate hate hate crowds!! NO MORE I TELL YOU!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Atleast I got to buy cute stuff. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hate cotton on sizes. Size XS either fits, or NOT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Size S is too big.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Either that or&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Size S is too small,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Size M is too big.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OR&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Size XS itself too big.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;CAN DIE AHHH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;XOXO&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7240475988608249698-8388904312636214408?l=a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/8388904312636214408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-want_12.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240475988608249698/posts/default/8388904312636214408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240475988608249698/posts/default/8388904312636214408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-want_12.html' title='I WANT'/><author><name>Ammala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16212812960047300564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/SgUM08g6wlI/AAAAAAAAAkM/RoPRu2lhCew/S220/lol.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240475988608249698.post-5916934658185062821</id><published>2010-02-09T23:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T20:10:49.138+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's over</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;TODAY MARKS THE FIRST DAY OF HOLIDAY.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes! Happy happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No more late nights of studying, no more stress, nothing! Well, until next week that is. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So&amp;nbsp; what have I been doing the past few days?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;MONDAY.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;First UT. Biomaterials. Tough as ever. Praying hard everything goes will ell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;amp; 8.30am? Seriously, so early for what :( Lucky I don't live so far.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After UT, met love, to study at MAC. In the end, we discussed&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt; 'our plan'&lt;/span&gt;. hehehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Booked everything alr, but we just cancelled it. Got too many commitments here to put back :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Another time then? After that, we were going to go out, but changed our minds and met his 'bros' instead. :P hehehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ate, hang out, and went gaming. Well, I studied while they gamed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But L4D2 seems so tempting, got so distracted :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;amp; I owe so much to them, they helped me carry my two laptops everywhere :( Feel so bad and sucky.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Em sent me home before going back home. Felt so bad. No more k? I don't like.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I give more than I take and I prefer it that way :) I'm not like other girls :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*cheyyy*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;TUESDAY&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Go home and sleep day. 8.30am UT, couldn't wake up for it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Went home so late the night before :( Luckily, UT was good. Got home and rested.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then it was back to studying till.. 3am?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sigh. Thinking about it, it was such a nightmare.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;WEDNESDAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;UT at 8.30, AGAIN . And another UT at 2pm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So much time in between -_-&amp;nbsp; So met up love after UT, and waited for Audi to reach RP.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ate at Reel Room, even he says the food is good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We planned to buy Escargot (THEY HAVE THAT IN RP WTF?!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But it was all out (even bigger wtf here) Next time then?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ain joined us later, had alot of fun with them. All departed around 2, since I had UT .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After UT go home and voila! This was the last day ever going to school for educational purposes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Basically, my last day :) Happyy! But will be going back often, I'm sure of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;THURSDAY&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't want to go anywhere. I'm too tired. Time to finish up all my 'things to do'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So many things delayed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;**********&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And now, after all the exams, I feel super fugly. I get super whiny when I feel this way. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I have my reasons okay! My nails are turning YELLOW. My hair is frizzy and half curly- half straight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm breaking out, my face is like a grease bucket. My feet is in need of a pedicure, so dry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My eyebrows is meant for Freddy Flintstones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My eyes are horribly RED with the ugliest eyebags, because of the over-use of lens and no sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;amp; I overate because of stress. Seriously, I've been eating ALOT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now i'm more bloated than ever. Time to eat healthy and properly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fuglier than ever :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;**********&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;HOROSCOPE: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;''Ammala  dear, as busy as you are  right now - it's a good idea to  make that  extra&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;time  available for the  people in life who mean the  most.''&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Who  knew they could be so accurate at time? Gotta listen to this one. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;XOXO&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7240475988608249698-5916934658185062821?l=a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/5916934658185062821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/2010/02/it-over_09.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240475988608249698/posts/default/5916934658185062821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240475988608249698/posts/default/5916934658185062821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/2010/02/it-over_09.html' title='It&amp;#39;s over'/><author><name>Ammala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16212812960047300564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/SgUM08g6wlI/AAAAAAAAAkM/RoPRu2lhCew/S220/lol.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240475988608249698.post-3241050867124454194</id><published>2010-02-06T04:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T20:10:49.138+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/02/picture-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="aligncenter size-medium wp-image-107" title="Picture 001" src="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/02/picture-001.jpg?w=300" alt="" width="300" height="225" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;Hello there!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;Using my new laptop's webcam. The webcam is the best part for vain girls like me :P So look forward to seeing all my girlfriends taking pictures with me in my posts. yay us! hehe.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/02/picture-005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="aligncenter size-medium wp-image-108" title="Picture 005" src="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/02/picture-005.jpg?w=300" alt="" width="300" height="225" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;My hand phone is not in working condition so I've not been able to take nice pictures. At least now I have this :) I used to complain to Em about how we don't take much pictures anymore. But he'd say "I don't need pictures,  memories with you will always stay in my heart". Ain't he just the sweetest?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;I'm using my mummy's handphone now and the camera sucks. Example below.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/02/img272-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="aligncenter size-medium wp-image-110" title="IMG272-01" src="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/02/img272-01.jpg?w=199" alt="" width="199" height="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;Horrible quality.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;Daddy always used to buy her nice phones. But she asked my dad &lt;em&gt;not to buy&lt;/em&gt; her such phones, she wanted a simple one. Would any girl in this generation will ever do that? Definitely not me :X She's so considerate and sweet :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/02/img298-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="aligncenter size-medium wp-image-114" title="IMG298-01" src="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/02/img298-01.jpg?w=300" alt="" width="244" height="183" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/02/img299-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="aligncenter size-medium wp-image-112" title="IMG299-01" src="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/02/img299-01.jpg?w=225" alt="" width="189" height="235" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/02/img300-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="aligncenter size-medium wp-image-113" title="IMG300-01" src="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/02/img300-01.jpg?w=300" alt="" width="219" height="164" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/02/img297-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="aligncenter size-medium wp-image-111" title="IMG297-01" src="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/02/img297-01.jpg?w=225" alt="" width="225" height="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;Our new hangout, &lt;strong&gt;The reel room&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;the new cafe in RP's library. It has nice food, nice ambiance, and nice service. The hot chocolate (2nd picture) was sooo good, and love's Double Cappuccino was very bitter. I made him drink it for a caffeine boost, he was so tired and sleepy. Poor boy. Well after next week, it's over for good. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;I'm going to miss everyone; so many memories I'll be leaving behind. But I know I'll visit frequently since I still have friends over there. I can't believe we'll now be the Alumni group. It's scary how time flies past so fast! So I keep telling myself that it's just one more week, so I'll study as much as I can and give my best. No regrets :) I hope to keep in contact with all of my friends after that, with all the dinners talked about.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&amp;amp; After that, I and Em might be going for a short holiday, before he commits to RSAF and I commit to A*Star.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;This past few weeks mixed with work, school, laptop, sickness, and family has been stressful. I can't wait to see the end of it. Soon =) After that, it'll be time for me to meet up all the people who I've been neglecting. I miss them a lot.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;I can't imagine how this year is going to go. I'm planning things out for the whole year in advance, so that I can fit in my overseas trips accordingly. I don't want to make poor dad cancel them all :( &amp;amp; I really, really want to visit my beloved beloved Saradha love. I miss her so much!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;There's so many things I would like to rant about, but I can't right now. I just hate this certain decision I made last month on something and it's bugging me a hell lot nowadays. I keep saying I want to leave it but I don't know how to go by it. Sigh. Whatever it is, I'm just looking at the benefits that comes along with it, so that I won't stress out too much. :(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;Abrupt change of topic. Can't wait for my salary and $100 dollar shopping voucher from CO. Yay! I'm broke and feel the urge for shopping.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;It's time for me to get back to studying. Pulling another all nighter? And maybe web-camming through the night with a certain someone :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;XOXO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7240475988608249698-3241050867124454194?l=a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/3241050867124454194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/2010/02/love-love_06.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240475988608249698/posts/default/3241050867124454194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240475988608249698/posts/default/3241050867124454194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/2010/02/love-love_06.html' title='Love love.'/><author><name>Ammala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16212812960047300564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/SgUM08g6wlI/AAAAAAAAAkM/RoPRu2lhCew/S220/lol.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240475988608249698.post-4230521382031307360</id><published>2010-02-03T23:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T20:10:49.138+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;a href="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/02/chanel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" class="aligncenter size-medium wp-image-102" height="199" src="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/02/chanel.jpg?w=300" title="chanel" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chanel is love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love is chanel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Every girl is a Chanel Whore &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's baby's FYP today, and I'm glad all his hard work will be finally&amp;nbsp; paying off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Then Wednesdays shall be our outing days again! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's just a few more days to exams, I need to go to the library to collect all the books I've reserved. Internet is such a horrible way to study, seriously. I can't wait to get out of RP's PBL system. But I have to say, it made me a very independent learner :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I don't like it when outsiders say things about RP, as if they've gone through it's system before. I think it's best to put yourself in our shoes before you judge. That is, if you have the brains to have even thought of that in the first place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This year, I'm 20. no more 'teen' at the back. ooh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Mummy still treats me like a child though. But I don't mind, hehehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Speaking of that, someone's birthday is coming up.. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;NADIA!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I love you and I miss you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We're all growing old babe! haha. Will never forget the young and silly times though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Going to meet love now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Daddy got me a new laptop. Still using my old one right now though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Don't know how to go by configuring it. I know love would do it for me, like he does everything for me, but I don't want to have him doing everything for me. Got to be independent :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;XOXO&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7240475988608249698-4230521382031307360?l=a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/4230521382031307360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/2010/02/chanel-is-love_03.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240475988608249698/posts/default/4230521382031307360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240475988608249698/posts/default/4230521382031307360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/2010/02/chanel-is-love_03.html' title=''/><author><name>Ammala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16212812960047300564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/SgUM08g6wlI/AAAAAAAAAkM/RoPRu2lhCew/S220/lol.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240475988608249698.post-1258339432099706784</id><published>2010-01-31T22:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T20:10:49.138+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dream</title><content type='html'>Just as I blog about the three assholes, I end up dreaming about them. WTF!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;In the end, I have to do what I've been doing for all these years.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Act like it never happened. Sigh.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;But I told myself, and my loved ones, if it happens once more, and if they tell them about it, I'll react. I can't go on like this anymore.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;What I will appreciate is that the ones close to me will never do such things to me :)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Work later, and I really don't want to go.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;rahhhhhhh.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;XOXO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7240475988608249698-1258339432099706784?l=a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/1258339432099706784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/2010/01/dream_31.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240475988608249698/posts/default/1258339432099706784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240475988608249698/posts/default/1258339432099706784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/2010/01/dream_31.html' title='dream'/><author><name>Ammala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16212812960047300564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/SgUM08g6wlI/AAAAAAAAAkM/RoPRu2lhCew/S220/lol.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240475988608249698.post-2991898400107747991</id><published>2010-01-31T06:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T20:10:49.138+08:00</updated><title type='text'>family?</title><content type='html'>I have the urge to blog,&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I have so many things I'd like to say but I don't know where to start.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;So many mixed feelings.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I'm anxious, confused, sad, happy, excited, annoyed, angry.. you name it.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I miss love already. It feels like forever everytime I can't see him.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I'm annoyed for many things.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;The reason why I'm in wordpress - so that noone can see my private posts except the ones I give my password to.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;So many nosy people in my life, somehow, whether they're close to me or not, who are just trying their best to find out everything about me so that they can use it against me. I mean how fucking childish can you guys get? Everyone has problems. I have my good times, I have my bad times. Who are you to throw opinions at me? Everyone judges, I understand that. Everyone gossips, I understand that. But you have absolutely no fucking right to publicize shit about me, or use anything against me, or talk bad about me to my own loved ones . What the hell are you trying to prove? The moment you come over here just to look at my problems, whether it is a relationship or family problem etc, you use it somehow to make it look as if you guys are better than me. You know what that shows? &lt;strong&gt;Your insecurities&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;span style="text-decoration:underline;"&gt;Stop trying so hard to make yourself look better than me, you never will be able to.&lt;/span&gt; We have our own lives. We all have opinions. You have opinions about me, that you love to publicize. If I were to cut to the chase and do the same? Would you really want me to open my mouth? I'm not really nice when I do, trust me. That's why I keep quiet most of the time. Everything done till now is just a scratch on the surface. Honestly, till now, I'm just keeping things to myself.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I'm trying so hard to keep mum. we're all growing older.. but I guess some people will stay the same. You guys are a bunch of retarded fools, you're coming here reading everything off, getting worked up about it, and talking about it. Well here's a message to you, you and &lt;strong&gt;YOU&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fuck you. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I guess your mother never taught you manners.  Are you that lifeless? The moment I publish something, I definitely will get a response. The moment I say something, I get some rebuttal back.  Don't act like you have no clue what I'm talking about, &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt;. Stop acting like a victim, and fess up. What's your age? Matured? You? HAHA! Well you have shown how matured you are already. We all have opinions on you that won't change. So just fuck off. If you're trying to bring me down, you can go on and spit on your own face cause you're not been able to. You're just ANNOYING ME CAUSE I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU ACTUALLY DARE TO TALK ABOUT ME SO PUBLICLY. Watch your back, you lifeless whores. I'm growing impatient, and I tend to be very patient with idiots.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Don't tell me you love me, cause I fucking hate you and I swear I'll spit it on your face.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;You know what I think of you people?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The epitome of pathetic. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7240475988608249698-2991898400107747991?l=a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/2991898400107747991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/2010/01/family_31.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240475988608249698/posts/default/2991898400107747991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240475988608249698/posts/default/2991898400107747991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/2010/01/family_31.html' title='family?'/><author><name>Ammala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16212812960047300564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/SgUM08g6wlI/AAAAAAAAAkM/RoPRu2lhCew/S220/lol.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240475988608249698.post-8495249409636632900</id><published>2010-01-31T00:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T20:10:49.139+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99cc;"&gt;Wait for the person who pursues you, the one who will make an ordinary moment seem magical, the kind of person who brings out the best in you and makes you want to be a better person ; wait for the person who will be your best friend , the only person who will drop everything to be with you at any time no matter what the circumstances, for the person who makes you smile like no one else and when they smile you know they need you. Wait for the one who will tries to make you smile on your worst days; the person who wants to show you off to world when you are in sweats and a tee shirt, but appreciates it when you get dressed up for them. And most of all, wait for the person who will put you up at the center of their universe, because that’s where you belong.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7240475988608249698-8495249409636632900?l=a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/8495249409636632900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/2010/01/wait-for-person-who-pursues-you-one-who_31.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240475988608249698/posts/default/8495249409636632900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240475988608249698/posts/default/8495249409636632900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/2010/01/wait-for-person-who-pursues-you-one-who_31.html' title=''/><author><name>Ammala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16212812960047300564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/SgUM08g6wlI/AAAAAAAAAkM/RoPRu2lhCew/S220/lol.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240475988608249698.post-3675230952073682837</id><published>2010-01-29T05:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T20:10:49.139+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Whoa, things are going so fast right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying really hard to slow things down, and finally, it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for the next few weeks to be over, and I'm done with RP =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy, yet sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have so many things to update on, but I've got no time, and no pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I hate updating with plain words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boyfriend is as busy as ever, but I understand :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working every day, he's not like the rest of us and I've never seen someone as hardworking as him. He works everyday till night and full-time on weekends, and can wake up for school in the morning and go ace his classes and FYP. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till now, he doesn’t really skip classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just a few more weeks.. and then it's over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait! I hope he'll listen to our rants, (even his family and best friend don't like how his job is taking up his life), and I hope he'll quit soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how little we may talk, or how little we may spend time,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know in the long run, you’ll always have me (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; In the end, what matters is the life we build.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides, I’d rather not be a couple who are too dependent on each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s very hard when times like this come along and I guess I’ve learnt it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's funny how so many people just can't take their eyes of you and me together :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was talking to my dearest mummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are changing alot, and everything is getting better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just glad for everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad wants me to go get a driving license and he'll get me a car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So cute. Should I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;XOXO.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7240475988608249698-3675230952073682837?l=a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/3675230952073682837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post_29.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240475988608249698/posts/default/3675230952073682837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240475988608249698/posts/default/3675230952073682837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post_29.html' title=':)'/><author><name>Ammala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16212812960047300564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/SgUM08g6wlI/AAAAAAAAAkM/RoPRu2lhCew/S220/lol.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240475988608249698.post-4020546972634171579</id><published>2010-01-24T08:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T20:10:49.139+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TOTALLY RANDOM :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;My thoughts.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOVE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love isn’t an act, it’s a whole life. It’s staying with her now because she needs you; it’s knowing you and she will still care about each other when sex and daydreams, fights and futures— when all that’s on the shelf and done with. Love—why, I’ll tell you what love is: it’s you at seventy-five and her at seventy-one, each of you listening for the other’s step in the next room each afraid that a sudden silence, a sudden cry, could mean a lifetime’s talk is over.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/01/dog-kitty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="aligncenter size-medium wp-image-57" title="dog &amp;amp; kitty" src="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/01/dog-kitty.jpg?w=102" alt="" width="145" height="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;***&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ANGER&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/01/african-child.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="aligncenter size-medium wp-image-58" title="african child" src="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/01/african-child.jpg?w=276" alt="" width="276" height="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/01/african-child.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/01/last.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="aligncenter size-medium wp-image-59" title="last" src="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/01/last.jpg?w=300" alt="" width="300" height="225" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/01/sad-kitty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="aligncenter size-medium wp-image-61" title="sad kitty" src="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/01/sad-kitty.jpg?w=284" alt="" width="284" height="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/01/money-for-war.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="aligncenter size-medium wp-image-63" title="money for war" src="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/01/money-for-war.jpg?w=212" alt="" width="212" height="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;***&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sadness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/01/so-sad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="aligncenter size-medium wp-image-60" title="so sad" src="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/01/so-sad.jpg?w=300" alt="" width="300" height="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Smile :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/01/dog-twitter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="aligncenter size-medium wp-image-62" title="dog twitter" src="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/01/dog-twitter.jpg?w=265" alt="" width="265" height="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Just plain weird. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/01/the-last-judgement.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/01/the-last-judgement1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/01/wtf1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="aligncenter size-medium wp-image-67" title="wtf" src="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/01/wtf1.jpg?w=300" alt="" width="300" height="178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/01/ewwwww.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="aligncenter size-medium wp-image-68" title="ewwwww" src="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/01/ewwwww.jpg?w=300" alt="" width="300" height="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ermm.. scary?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt; cute uh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/01/mike.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="aligncenter size-medium wp-image-69" title="mike" src="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/01/mike.jpg?w=225" alt="" width="225" height="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;Bye :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7240475988608249698-4020546972634171579?l=a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/4020546972634171579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/2010/01/totally-random_24.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240475988608249698/posts/default/4020546972634171579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240475988608249698/posts/default/4020546972634171579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/2010/01/totally-random_24.html' title='TOTALLY RANDOM :)'/><author><name>Ammala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16212812960047300564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/SgUM08g6wlI/AAAAAAAAAkM/RoPRu2lhCew/S220/lol.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240475988608249698.post-1747457452657380847</id><published>2010-01-23T09:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T20:10:49.139+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/01/dsc024301.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="aligncenter size-medium wp-image-46" title="DSC02430" src="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/01/dsc024301.jpg?w=225" alt="" width="225" height="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;It was a good time today,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;and we've been able to make time for each other more often now :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;Poor kid was so tired, but he stayed all the way with me,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;even though I knew he could just sleep standing up. HAHA!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;I'm glad that no matter what happens,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;things never ever change between us.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;He can't stop poking and tickling me,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;I see so many people glaring at us cause we're giggling and screaming.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;hehehe.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;We do such stupid things together. ;D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;Some problems have arised, and I guess it was about time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;We have talked about it many times before I guess,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;and I'm glad that no matter what's going to happen,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;he finally managed to stand up for himself and get what he wanted.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;I'm glad, cause he's finally at peace.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&amp;amp; Whatever's been talked shall stay between us, right love?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;I'm glad that no matter what we always end up agreeing with each other on everything.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;He's been advising me, and in the most cutest way too,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;I can't help but smile and nod.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;He's told me some things that has saddened me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&amp;amp;I guess that, I shall deal with soon.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;I've told him many things, and well,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;we know each other most as compared,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;so well, no judgment needed :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;**&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;Cause baby,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;I'm the girl you say that can predict you perfectly,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;you don't need to tell me anything&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;I know what you're doing :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;*****&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;The school and work balance is getting easier,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;I just have to start taking my medicines often,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;and stop drinking so much cold drinks.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;even my friends are scolding me :(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;***&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A few days ago. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/01/19036_1173700836583_1649920955_476428_212988_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="aligncenter size-medium wp-image-48" title="19036_1173700836583_1649920955_476428_212988_n" src="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/01/19036_1173700836583_1649920955_476428_212988_n.jpg?w=300" alt="" width="300" height="225" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;So everything's been fine except that&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;the two girls have left for Aussie today,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;and I couldn't go to see them cause of work :(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;AS USUAL. work work work.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;Well I'll see them in six months time, I hope :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;I miss many people.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;After exams, I shall plan!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;XOXO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7240475988608249698-1747457452657380847?l=a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/1747457452657380847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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height="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY FAVORITE THREE GIRLS!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;all born on the same day, which is today :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;I LOVE ALL OF YOU SO MUCH!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;My sisters! :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7240475988608249698-7263405055260291737?l=a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/7263405055260291737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-birthday-to-my-favorite-three_19.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240475988608249698/posts/default/7263405055260291737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240475988608249698/posts/default/7263405055260291737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-birthday-to-my-favorite-three_19.html' title=''/><author><name>Ammala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16212812960047300564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/SgUM08g6wlI/AAAAAAAAAkM/RoPRu2lhCew/S220/lol.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240475988608249698.post-1433584386936013802</id><published>2010-01-19T20:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T20:10:49.139+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/01/us1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="aligncenter size-medium wp-image-35" title="US!" src="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/01/us1.jpg?w=300" alt="" width="300" height="199" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;Ever since Revathi and Vinitha came bck to SG,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;it has been great fun.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;I love that above picture! It has every one of us in it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;This friday they're leaving and I soo don't want them to leave :(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;Why is everyone that I want around leaving?!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/01/post-fb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="aligncenter size-medium wp-image-37" title="post fb" src="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/01/post-fb.jpg?w=300" alt="" width="354" height="69" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;:(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7240475988608249698-1433584386936013802?l=a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/1433584386936013802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/2010/01/ever-since-revathi-and-vinitha-came-bck_19.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240475988608249698/posts/default/1433584386936013802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240475988608249698/posts/default/1433584386936013802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/2010/01/ever-since-revathi-and-vinitha-came-bck_19.html' title=''/><author><name>Ammala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16212812960047300564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/SgUM08g6wlI/AAAAAAAAAkM/RoPRu2lhCew/S220/lol.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240475988608249698.post-8813726554840502891</id><published>2010-01-19T07:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T20:10:49.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm happy that I'm sick,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;if not I would've collapsed over-working myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I guess this is the transition stage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now that daddy hardly wants to support us anymore,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we have to work for it ourselves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm growing broke now, but atleast&amp;nbsp; I managed to buy my mum and brother what they needed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't think my dad will ever pay me back, I just have to get used to it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This year is definitely going to be a tough one, but I know that I can make it through, I'm sure of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This past few days, I have been feeling very uneasy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm so scared. I hope what I predict doesn't come true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;******&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;XOXO&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7240475988608249698-8813726554840502891?l=a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/8813726554840502891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-happy-that-im-sick-if-not-i-wouldve_19.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240475988608249698/posts/default/8813726554840502891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240475988608249698/posts/default/8813726554840502891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-happy-that-im-sick-if-not-i-wouldve_19.html' title=''/><author><name>Ammala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16212812960047300564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/SgUM08g6wlI/AAAAAAAAAkM/RoPRu2lhCew/S220/lol.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240475988608249698.post-6607242030772188697</id><published>2010-01-19T03:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T20:10:49.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;So goodbye to&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com"&gt;my old blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;Say hello to wordpress. arghghgh!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FRIDAY NIGHT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/01/hotell1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="aligncenter size-thumbnail wp-image-23" title="hotell" src="http://asundaykindoflove.files.wordpress.com/2010/01/hotell1.jpg?w=150" alt="" width="185" height="141" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;Booked hotel rooms with the girls. Went there right after work, I was so fucking tired.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;I had not slept properly the whole week, late night stay-overs and  talks with saru, kalai, nana and the rest.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;Went to the hotel after work to find out that everything had gotten wild and out-of-hand ;D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;But it was fun and memorable as always. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;Bf wasn't very happy with me but you know you love me! :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;I have not seen Em for a full week, as usual. It's getting so hard for us.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;I miss you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;On two days MC now, fell ill after everything.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;Cotton On is driving me nuts somehow.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;I miss saradha and kalai alot, I really hope they're doing okay.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saru, I'm glad that you came back, and I'm glad I got to spend lots of time with you. Not enough, but there will be lots more to come, definitely. I hope you're doing okay. :( I really miss you! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;I've no time for blogging nowadays, and even though now I have the time,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;I'm too dizzy and high on drugs to say much.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;Doctor says I might have H1N1?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;XOXO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7240475988608249698-6607242030772188697?l=a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/6607242030772188697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/2010/01/so-goodbye-to-my-old-blog-say-hello-to_19.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240475988608249698/posts/default/6607242030772188697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240475988608249698/posts/default/6607242030772188697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/2010/01/so-goodbye-to-my-old-blog-say-hello-to_19.html' title=''/><author><name>Ammala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16212812960047300564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/SgUM08g6wlI/AAAAAAAAAkM/RoPRu2lhCew/S220/lol.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240475988608249698.post-3355299152423227897</id><published>2010-01-13T21:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T20:10:49.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Random pictures at two different places &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/S03O1FBqOPI/AAAAAAAABVg/2BJEqqjdlU4/s1600-h/the+emmy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/S03O1FBqOPI/AAAAAAAABVg/2BJEqqjdlU4/s320/the+emmy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/S03O6RWqaYI/AAAAAAAABVo/pp59pq-ksOI/s1600-h/east+coastt.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/S03O6RWqaYI/AAAAAAAABVo/pp59pq-ksOI/s320/east+coastt.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, 2010 has been awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything has been going on just perfect.&lt;br /&gt;The shisha outing was great, staying over at Saru's place was great,&lt;br /&gt;I and Em are great..&lt;br /&gt;everything's perfect.&lt;br /&gt;Perfffect, I can't stress it enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;But I still feel quite lost.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Sooo.. cotton on wants to keep me and get a contract on me but what if I can't?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Can't obviously choose cotton on over A*Star can I.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Ahh well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Meeting 5 awesome people tmr. Can't wait!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Yesterday I&amp;nbsp; got Em to meet me for the whole evening, and it felt nice to go out again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;It's been so long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;I'm going to move to livejournal soon,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;I just need time to do it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;It's so hard to get used to. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Work was okay today,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;met so many stupid mat-reps and I hate walking around J8 now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Urghgh! The girls now end up packing food to the storeroom to eat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought so many things today,&lt;br /&gt;mostly for Emmy, S, and Mummy@ Novena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had fun but I'm having so much body aches now,&lt;br /&gt;I should get some rest... eventually. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;XOXO&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7240475988608249698-3355299152423227897?l=a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/3355299152423227897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/2010/01/pictures-at-two-different-places-so-far_13.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240475988608249698/posts/default/3355299152423227897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240475988608249698/posts/default/3355299152423227897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/2010/01/pictures-at-two-different-places-so-far_13.html' title=''/><author><name>Ammala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16212812960047300564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/SgUM08g6wlI/AAAAAAAAAkM/RoPRu2lhCew/S220/lol.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/S03O1FBqOPI/AAAAAAAABVg/2BJEqqjdlU4/s72-c/the+emmy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240475988608249698.post-4168909719174224458</id><published>2010-01-07T14:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T20:10:49.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>x</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Meeting Besties tmr,The girlfriends for shisha on Saturday,&lt;br /&gt;and Saru and gang on sunday.&lt;br /&gt;I need sleep. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;But I love my life :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, me! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7240475988608249698-4168909719174224458?l=a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/4168909719174224458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/2010/01/x_07.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240475988608249698/posts/default/4168909719174224458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240475988608249698/posts/default/4168909719174224458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/2010/01/x_07.html' title='x'/><author><name>Ammala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16212812960047300564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/SgUM08g6wlI/AAAAAAAAAkM/RoPRu2lhCew/S220/lol.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240475988608249698.post-2544079304649177291</id><published>2010-01-05T22:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T20:10:49.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Waited for over 1 hour just to see Raju for less than 5 minutes. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Sigh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;It's really hard to see him nowadays, our schedules are always clashing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/S0MxLabXd3I/AAAAAAAABT4/C8TJk28WFic/s1600-h/Behind+CWP+mrt+%281%29+-+HMMM%21.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/S0MxLabXd3I/AAAAAAAABT4/C8TJk28WFic/s320/Behind+CWP+mrt+%281%29+-+HMMM%21.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I remember him and his old haircut.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;My gosh, he's changed so much so fast &amp;gt;.&amp;lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Next week is the week I'll be able to go out with him,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;so I hope everything goes well so that my schedule doesn't clash with him again :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;During the holidays (3 weeks?), I only saw him around 5-6 times?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;That includes when we went out with other friends.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Mostly less than 5 hours. I need more okay!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I miss you. urgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this way, NS is going to be a breeze for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;******&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: left;"&gt;My holidays were fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: left;"&gt;I was tired from working but I still had fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: left;"&gt;Went out with friends, made new friends, out with family, cousins..many.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: left;"&gt;Finally got to catch up with my besties recently.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: left;"&gt;I'm glad that they finally were all free at once! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/S0MzHAMZxGI/AAAAAAAABUw/6BMzzKuyI-U/s1600-h/bff+7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/S0MzHAMZxGI/AAAAAAAABUw/6BMzzKuyI-U/s320/bff+7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/S0Myw6tXhVI/AAAAAAAABUI/MbukcNZVm5I/s1600-h/bff+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/S0Myw6tXhVI/AAAAAAAABUI/MbukcNZVm5I/s320/bff+2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/S0MywAXyR-I/AAAAAAAABUA/lJynqUIm9-Q/s1600-h/bff+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/S0MywAXyR-I/AAAAAAAABUA/lJynqUIm9-Q/s320/bff+1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/S0MyxdkUs1I/AAAAAAAABUQ/JG_l48_Hlgo/s1600-h/bff+3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/S0MyxdkUs1I/AAAAAAAABUQ/JG_l48_Hlgo/s320/bff+3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/S0Myyqd8HhI/AAAAAAAABUg/21y_LxyeLKQ/s1600-h/bff+5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/S0Myyqd8HhI/AAAAAAAABUg/21y_LxyeLKQ/s320/bff+5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/S0My_pF5wcI/AAAAAAAABUo/GpsZ531xEOE/s320/bff+6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/S0MyyP6lbvI/AAAAAAAABUY/Gvn0rBahJ-8/s1600-h/bff+4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/S0MyyP6lbvI/AAAAAAAABUY/Gvn0rBahJ-8/s320/bff+4.jpg" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;My favorite three girls. It's been 7 years? some even more ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/S0MzJ0KqmiI/AAAAAAAABU4/-bXveVQl314/s1600-h/bff+8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/S0MzJ0KqmiI/AAAAAAAABU4/-bXveVQl314/s320/bff+8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/S0MzL3trfvI/AAAAAAAABVA/XT227y73yJo/s1600-h/bff+9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/S0MzL3trfvI/AAAAAAAABVA/XT227y73yJo/s320/bff+9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/S0MzTe_CYKI/AAAAAAAABVQ/CQUDlqQMeUI/s1600-h/bff+10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/S0MzTe_CYKI/AAAAAAAABVQ/CQUDlqQMeUI/s320/bff+10.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Marcus! Always bullying girls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Or getting bullied by them :P&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;As you can see I need to do something about my hair, it looks horrible. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: left;"&gt;So far the past few days I've been spending my time at Saru's place with the twins, cousins, friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: left;"&gt;Yesterday practically everyone was there, it was nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: left;"&gt;I really hope Saradha and Grandma recover soon, I'm really really worried about them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: left;"&gt;Dear girl doesn't want to take her medicine properly,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: left;"&gt;and dear grandma stubbornly wants to go back to work when she can't even walk properly!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I have really strong-willed women in my family :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I hope they're okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;School has started &amp;amp; I feel happy going to school more than going to work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I have my reasons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;It's only been the first few days of the new year and I've lost a few items -_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Stupid Cotton On shorts has pathetic pockets. rahhh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I have exams tomorrow so I gotta go study.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Looking forward to the weekend's sheesha outing with my friends,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;and monday outing with Em.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday would be an extra special day as Daddy's coming home.. yay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Missed him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;XOXO&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7240475988608249698-2544079304649177291?l=a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/2544079304649177291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/2010/01/waited-for-over-1-hour-just-to-see-raju_05.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240475988608249698/posts/default/2544079304649177291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240475988608249698/posts/default/2544079304649177291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/2010/01/waited-for-over-1-hour-just-to-see-raju_05.html' title=''/><author><name>Ammala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16212812960047300564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/SgUM08g6wlI/AAAAAAAAAkM/RoPRu2lhCew/S220/lol.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/S0MxLabXd3I/AAAAAAAABT4/C8TJk28WFic/s72-c/Behind+CWP+mrt+%281%29+-+HMMM%21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240475988608249698.post-5398147080209390755</id><published>2010-01-01T13:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T20:10:49.141+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="color: #fce5cd;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/Sz2Lt4Nny2I/AAAAAAAABTw/ZOeWNLnfimY/s1600-h/happy-new-year.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/Sz2Lt4Nny2I/AAAAAAAABTw/ZOeWNLnfimY/s400/happy-new-year.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Hehehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;On New Years' Eve to New Years'.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I and Saru had been sharing our woes together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Till 2am. No joke!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;When the clock struck 12,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;at Saru's house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;everyone was walking around in circles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;It was my grandma's birthday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Uncle was watching Hellboy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;They were all screaming on the phone to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Angel kitty was suddenly on her back playing and tearing up the curtains.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Romeo kitty was ignoring everyone and sleeping on the sofa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Hehehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;At my house,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;My dad was high on alcohol and was dancing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;only to get attacked by Jacky my dog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;He then ended up sleeping on the sofa, doing a 'Mahatma Ghandi' pose. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mummy and Kiran was going around hugging everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;We said Happy New Year to Jacky and he growled at us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Nana my dear sister was on the train on her way home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;when everyone screamed "Happy new year!" and fell on the floor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #fce5cd;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;We have weird families and weird experiences ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;No wonder we're related. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yay us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I shall address this issue directly, for once.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: red; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/Sz1-9_vUjLI/AAAAAAAABTQ/RfHFa0l2DHg/s1600-h/cape+town+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/Sz1-9_vUjLI/AAAAAAAABTQ/RfHFa0l2DHg/s400/cape+town+1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: red; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: red; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/Sz1--_go2JI/AAAAAAAABTY/DYQeCr6DMlk/s1600-h/cape+town+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/Sz1--_go2JI/AAAAAAAABTY/DYQeCr6DMlk/s400/cape+town+2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: red; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: white; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;For 10 days. Here at Cape Town.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: white; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I hope you'll be fine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: white; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I will miss you. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: white; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;amp; I hate how we have grown apart.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: white; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;amp; how you have no time for us anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: white; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Daddy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: white; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: white; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I wish we could come with you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: white; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: white; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;******&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: red; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: red; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: red; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/Sz2BA4l4aoI/AAAAAAAABTo/xSh8kQauE0U/s1600-h/brisbane+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/Sz2BA4l4aoI/AAAAAAAABTo/xSh8kQauE0U/s400/brisbane+2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: red; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: red; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/Sz2BACsiVuI/AAAAAAAABTg/IU0fa-D1LRY/s1600-h/brisbane+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/Sz2BACsiVuI/AAAAAAAABTg/IU0fa-D1LRY/s400/brisbane+1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: red; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: white; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;amp; This is where we might be going, on&amp;nbsp; the June holidays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: white; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Brisbane, Australia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: white; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I miss Aussie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: white; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I miss all the times I spent with my best friend &amp;amp; the rest there :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: white; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I can't wait!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: white; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;We were supposed to migrate there but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: white; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: white; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: white; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'll miss Em too much. hehe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: white; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: white; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;This 7th I'm getting my pay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: white; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;amp; I can't wait ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: white; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: white; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;much love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: white; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;xoxo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: white; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: white; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7240475988608249698-5398147080209390755?l=a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/5398147080209390755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/2010/01/on-new-years-eve-to-new-years_01.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240475988608249698/posts/default/5398147080209390755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240475988608249698/posts/default/5398147080209390755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/2010/01/on-new-years-eve-to-new-years_01.html' title=''/><author><name>Ammala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16212812960047300564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/SgUM08g6wlI/AAAAAAAAAkM/RoPRu2lhCew/S220/lol.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/Sz2Lt4Nny2I/AAAAAAAABTw/ZOeWNLnfimY/s72-c/happy-new-year.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240475988608249698.post-5825702701705568238</id><published>2009-12-31T22:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T20:10:49.141+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #fff2cc; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/SzuQAYUCcBI/AAAAAAAABO4/7nsL15s0v7I/s1600-h/12831_360904410443_664535443_10247279_7522184_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/SzuQAYUCcBI/AAAAAAAABO4/7nsL15s0v7I/s320/12831_360904410443_664535443_10247279_7522184_n.jpg" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: white; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;The BBQ party - these are just the girls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: white; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Guys were not invited to take pictures :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #fff2cc; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #fff2cc; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/SzyzTEoQfvI/AAAAAAAABPI/8ENNZvXfLBs/s1600-h/18-12-09_1553.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/SzyzTEoQfvI/AAAAAAAABPI/8ENNZvXfLBs/s320/18-12-09_1553.jpg" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: white; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;On the way there with my sexy driver ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: white; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;This picture nice righttttttt!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #fff2cc; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #fff2cc; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #fff2cc; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/SzyzWcLbXjI/AAAAAAAABPY/RbIMlEkVPO0/s1600-h/18-12-09_1717.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/SzyzWcLbXjI/AAAAAAAABPY/RbIMlEkVPO0/s320/18-12-09_1717.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #fff2cc; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #fff2cc; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/SzyzUzWQPKI/AAAAAAAABPQ/ICbRiYkPM3A/s1600/18-12-09_1716.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/SzyzUzWQPKI/AAAAAAAABPQ/ICbRiYkPM3A/s320/18-12-09_1716.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: white; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;The cutie pie I love love love!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #fff2cc; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #fff2cc; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/SzyzZY3imYI/AAAAAAAABPg/nh0OZtniBLQ/s1600-h/18-12-09_1750.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/SzyzZY3imYI/AAAAAAAABPg/nh0OZtniBLQ/s320/18-12-09_1750.jpg" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: white; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Renu and Nana and Me put up the six man tent ourselves ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #fff2cc; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #fff2cc; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/SzyzfMaiQ8I/AAAAAAAABPo/PmePSBBk55I/s1600-h/DSC00216.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/SzyzfMaiQ8I/AAAAAAAABPo/PmePSBBk55I/s320/DSC00216.JPG" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #fff2cc; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: white; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Cook of the day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #fff2cc; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #fff2cc; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #fff2cc; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/SzyzjogTsqI/AAAAAAAABPw/tVd5fYUNCrE/s1600-h/DSC00214.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/SzyzjogTsqI/AAAAAAAABPw/tVd5fYUNCrE/s320/DSC00214.JPG" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: white; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Four babes :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: white; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: white; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;2009 is a year I'll never forget.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: white; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;I met many new people, reconciled with others, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: white; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Had ALOT &amp;amp; ALOT of fun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: white; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;amp; also cried like I never did before. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: white; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: white; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;The people who made my year are below :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #fff2cc; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: red; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: red; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;FAMILY&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Father, Mother, Sithi, Kiran, Nana, Saradha, Nicky, Sailu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #fff2cc; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/Szy5CF37VMI/AAAAAAAABRY/vOZCVHitkOs/s1600-h/DSC00567.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/Szy5CF37VMI/AAAAAAAABRY/vOZCVHitkOs/s320/DSC00567.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/Szy5DVviqdI/AAAAAAAABRg/qGjvQsnMPVw/s1600-h/rwshnteobwrgibwobtqoe+%2876%29.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/Szy5DVviqdI/AAAAAAAABRg/qGjvQsnMPVw/s320/rwshnteobwrgibwobtqoe+%2876%29.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #fff2cc; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #fff2cc; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/Szy6lJxyFAI/AAAAAAAABSA/rVAzx29b-eE/s1600-h/DSC03647.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/Szy6lJxyFAI/AAAAAAAABSA/rVAzx29b-eE/s320/DSC03647.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/Szy5UB7i7AI/AAAAAAAABRo/TkXPYKSesp4/s1600-h/DSC00914.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/Szy5UB7i7AI/AAAAAAAABRo/TkXPYKSesp4/s320/DSC00914.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #fff2cc; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/Szy6ne-Wi5I/AAAAAAAABSI/iiRFyro-F4Y/s1600-h/DSC03648.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/Szy6ne-Wi5I/AAAAAAAABSI/iiRFyro-F4Y/s320/DSC03648.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/Szy7M6XHJyI/AAAAAAAABSQ/LuTZqE48YM0/s1600-h/1_743620607l.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/Szy7M6XHJyI/AAAAAAAABSQ/LuTZqE48YM0/s320/1_743620607l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/Szy5toS6g_I/AAAAAAAABR4/emwWgeI_rgw/s1600-h/DSC01276.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/Szy5toS6g_I/AAAAAAAABR4/emwWgeI_rgw/s320/DSC01276.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #fff2cc; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/Szy5lviMuKI/AAAAAAAABRw/J8Y_xof2_rY/s1600-h/DSC01271.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/Szy5lviMuKI/AAAAAAAABRw/J8Y_xof2_rY/s320/DSC01271.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; color: white; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;I love these pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; color: #fff2cc; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; color: #fff2cc; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; color: red; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;MY FRIENDS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Too many to name sorry. Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; color: #fff2cc; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #fff2cc; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/Szy75XY4ITI/AAAAAAAABSg/KCv7aYF5VuY/s1600-h/nicky+boo+and+me.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/Szy75XY4ITI/AAAAAAAABSg/KCv7aYF5VuY/s320/nicky+boo+and+me.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #fff2cc; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/Szy9mc2M1YI/AAAAAAAABSo/coi_VQUhiP4/s1600-h/pic+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/Szy9mc2M1YI/AAAAAAAABSo/coi_VQUhiP4/s320/pic+2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; color: #fff2cc; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #fff2cc; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/Szy9-IWWW_I/AAAAAAAABSw/H_WhppJPzlw/s1600-h/DSC02658.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/Szy9-IWWW_I/AAAAAAAABSw/H_WhppJPzlw/s320/DSC02658.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #fff2cc; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/Szy_gIHTOcI/AAAAAAAABTA/IFvuKNEaqnM/s1600-h/8117_153960758523_502743523_3520855_6441168_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/Szy_gIHTOcI/AAAAAAAABTA/IFvuKNEaqnM/s320/8117_153960758523_502743523_3520855_6441168_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #fff2cc; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #fff2cc; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/Szy-XIVG28I/AAAAAAAABS4/XQWmyBYbzAw/s1600-h/5255_104701709423_736264423_1972235_6670654_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/Szy-XIVG28I/AAAAAAAABS4/XQWmyBYbzAw/s320/5255_104701709423_736264423_1972235_6670654_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; color: #fff2cc; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; color: #fff2cc; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;MY LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/SzzHhEZdN2I/AAAAAAAABTI/aScmydxf5ys/s1600-h/DSC01104.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/SzzHhEZdN2I/AAAAAAAABTI/aScmydxf5ys/s320/DSC01104.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Today, the whole day,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; color: #fff2cc; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I had been upset about reliving the bad memories of the year 2009.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #fff2cc; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #fff2cc; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;But when I start putting the pictures up of all the people that matter to me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #fff2cc; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;I realize that I am blessed to have what I have,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #fff2cc; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I am happy.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #fff2cc; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #fff2cc; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;This year, I lost someone very important to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #fff2cc; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;I feel there's so much to say about it and yet, nothing to say at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #fff2cc; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;She was one of the most important, and now that she's not physically here anymore..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #fff2cc; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #fff2cc; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Nobody can understand the feeling unless they themselves have lost someone special in life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #fff2cc; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #fff2cc; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Memories that can never be replaced.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #fff2cc; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;The next year would be a year without her around, and it's going to be hard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #fff2cc; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;I'm not ready for it.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #fff2cc; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;But we will make it through. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #fff2cc; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #fff2cc; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;I have many resolutions for the next year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #fff2cc; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #fff2cc; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Many hard ones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #fff2cc; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;But I just know I can get it done :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #fff2cc; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #fff2cc; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #fff2cc; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;I have many, many things planned and squeezed in for new year. Can't wait!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #fff2cc; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #fff2cc; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;And at the same time, I'm upset as we're sending daddy overseas for work :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #fff2cc; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I pray for his safety. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #fff2cc; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;I gotta get going now,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #fff2cc; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;many things to do :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #fff2cc; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #fff2cc; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Much love! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #fff2cc; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7240475988608249698-5825702701705568238?l=a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/5825702701705568238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/2009/12/bbq-party-these-are-just-girls_31.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240475988608249698/posts/default/5825702701705568238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240475988608249698/posts/default/5825702701705568238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-sundaykindoflove.blogspot.com/2009/12/bbq-party-these-are-just-girls_31.html' title=''/><author><name>Ammala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16212812960047300564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/SgUM08g6wlI/AAAAAAAAAkM/RoPRu2lhCew/S220/lol.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_571lIJ-tzCg/SzuQAYUCcBI/AAAAAAAABO4/7nsL15s0v7I/s72-c/12831_360904410443_664535443_10247279_7522184_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240475988608249698.post-3397711654764200711</id><published>2009-12-28T21:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T20:10:49.141+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #f4cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;HELLO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f4cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I've decided not to move.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f4cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f4cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;amp; I've been MIA for awhile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f4cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The last week was a killer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f4cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I was too busy to even touch the laptop much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f4cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Worked almost everyday, and on every off-day, went out :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f4cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f4cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Today's Chris's Xmas party, and I missed it cause I was working :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f4cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f4cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;But the weekends were TOTALLY awesome. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f4cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f4cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Will update soon once I get the pictures =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f4cccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f4cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Oh, and btw..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I HATE MINAHS! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f4cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;amp; I have to tolerate a few practically everyday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f4cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;gt;:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f4cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f4cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Gtg now! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&
