<?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-9006289514954402738</id><updated>2012-01-31T21:20:26.611+08:00</updated><title type='text'>diana</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006289514954402738/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006289514954402738/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009307434845358920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>284</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9006289514954402738.post-5754800704050157534</id><published>2012-01-31T21:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T21:20:26.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'>World best investment! 👗👠👡🎀</title><content type='html'>Omg! Looking back at all the old photos, I actually still have clothes and shoes which are bought way back from year 2008!!!! Look how long it is! 3 years plus!! Can last so long! No matter how many times i moved! Hahaha. Shopping is a good investment right! ;p &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9006289514954402738-5754800704050157534?l=nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com/feeds/5754800704050157534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9006289514954402738&amp;postID=5754800704050157534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006289514954402738/posts/default/5754800704050157534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006289514954402738/posts/default/5754800704050157534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com/2012/01/world-best-investment.html' title='World best investment! 👗👠👡🎀'/><author><name>diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009307434845358920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9006289514954402738.post-2545858856498899271</id><published>2012-01-30T18:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T18:59:19.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Awesome iPhone!</title><content type='html'>Now I know why people just get stucked with iPhone! No matter which generation it is, the sales will be superb. Even with one model of phone, it can be a giant phone manufacturer. The secret all lies in the comprehensive APP STORE! They have all the apps that you can think of! Ranging from Photography, games, torch light, dictionary, blogger, Mobile banking, Facebook, twitter, lookbook, Taobao, gmarket, 9gag, media player, icathay, etc etc! And guess what app I found today! Photo bucket! Hahah. Okok I know you must be like "huh, what's the big deal". But hey! I try to open safari for photo bucket and there's an error loading page, so I decided to try my luck at the app store with the mindset that there wont be such app. But end up have!! Hahah. Awesome right! Even small things like photo bucket, they have! What else can you think of! Haha. Well downloading photo bucket so I can upload videos to my blog! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anything you can do on mobile! It's not a phone, it's a super mini laptop which allows easy access of apps and phone dialling! Haha. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9006289514954402738-2545858856498899271?l=nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com/feeds/2545858856498899271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9006289514954402738&amp;postID=2545858856498899271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006289514954402738/posts/default/2545858856498899271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006289514954402738/posts/default/2545858856498899271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com/2012/01/awesome-iphone.html' title='Awesome iPhone!'/><author><name>diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009307434845358920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9006289514954402738.post-6703944328486578857</id><published>2012-01-30T18:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T20:56:21.038+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CNY hampers!</title><content type='html'>Hampers distributed today! Let you guys see my hampers! Haha. It's the one with the flower! Cute right! Haha.&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="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-kYkm_xCDTuc/TyZ0NCaNLCI/AAAAAAAABHs/bsGri35T2ng/s640/blogger-image--1172343523.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-kYkm_xCDTuc/TyZ0NCaNLCI/AAAAAAAABHs/bsGri35T2ng/s640/blogger-image--1172343523.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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Take a look at other big hampers....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-yVhrvEkAOg4/TyZ0DFZiPoI/AAAAAAAABHc/-pBLJhw4mM4/s640/blogger-image--1913552193.jpg" style="text-align: left; " /&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="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-FkgD1gDlVbo/TyZ0IjejRaI/AAAAAAAABHk/CT1K8bJzWnc/s640/blogger-image--1758703335.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; "&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-FkgD1gDlVbo/TyZ0IjejRaI/AAAAAAAABHk/CT1K8bJzWnc/s640/blogger-image--1758703335.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9006289514954402738-6703944328486578857?l=nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com/feeds/6703944328486578857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9006289514954402738&amp;postID=6703944328486578857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006289514954402738/posts/default/6703944328486578857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006289514954402738/posts/default/6703944328486578857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com/2012/01/cny-hampers.html' title='CNY hampers!'/><author><name>diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009307434845358920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-kYkm_xCDTuc/TyZ0NCaNLCI/AAAAAAAABHs/bsGri35T2ng/s72-c/blogger-image--1172343523.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9006289514954402738.post-4793628215015930825</id><published>2012-01-30T16:49:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T20:59:58.837+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cute App with a Cute Model!</title><content type='html'>Come on people, get ready for a good laugh! HAHAHHAHAA!! ��&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-jKgJ85dwfkY/TyZZh4sXlFI/AAAAAAAABHU/RzZEN38GrXw/s640/blogger-image--182313600.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-jKgJ85dwfkY/TyZZh4sXlFI/AAAAAAAABHU/RzZEN38GrXw/s640/blogger-image--182313600.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed width="600" height="361" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowFullscreen="true" allowNetworking="all" wmode="transparent" src="http://static.photobucket.com/player.swf" flashvars="file=http%3A%2F%2Fvid955.photobucket.com%2Falbums%2Fae34%2Fdianalee68%2FIMG_0779.mp4"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed width="600" height="361" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allownetworking="all" wmode="transparent" src="http://static.photobucket.com/player.swf" flashvars="file=http%3A%2F%2Fvid955.photobucket.com%2Falbums%2Fae34%2Fdianalee68%2FIMG_0786.mp4"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed width="600" height="361" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allownetworking="all" wmode="transparent" src="http://static.photobucket.com/player.swf" flashvars="file=http%3A%2F%2Fvid955.photobucket.com%2Falbums%2Fae34%2Fdianalee68%2FIMG_0780.mp4"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes! i know its super cute right! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9006289514954402738-4793628215015930825?l=nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com/feeds/4793628215015930825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9006289514954402738&amp;postID=4793628215015930825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006289514954402738/posts/default/4793628215015930825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006289514954402738/posts/default/4793628215015930825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com/2012/01/cute-app-with-cute-model.html' title='Cute App with a Cute Model!'/><author><name>diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009307434845358920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-jKgJ85dwfkY/TyZZh4sXlFI/AAAAAAAABHU/RzZEN38GrXw/s72-c/blogger-image--182313600.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9006289514954402738.post-6078049380010493058</id><published>2012-01-30T01:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T02:42:22.519+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking for a beam of light to guide me to the right path💡✨</title><content type='html'>I really need to go borrow some books on how to maintain a relationship, or how to socialise. I totally suck when I meet new people. I couldn't even think of any topics to talk about. I couldn't even take the initiative to make friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"how was your performance today?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I thought I was rather controlled and independent, not relying on anyone to entertain me, trying to stay in the living room as much as I could, and not to get petty. In order to make things better and not let you be in a difficult position, I stopped relying on you to keep me entertained. I tried to be more independent. I tried to find a place for myself. Until I think I'm in a really awkward position, then I moved upstairs and hid in the room. Even if I'm in the room, I never expect you to come for me, I'm just finding myself a more comfortable spot. I know I really need to get out of my comfort zone. I'm trying hard. I know you have been trying to involve me as much as you can, that's why I never thrower temper at you and I never showed any black face too, I never even expect you to do anything for me! I'm trying hard to be independent, I am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But apparently to another party I still failed badly. Failed to stay in the living all the time, failed to involve myself, failed to talk to others, and I'm still relying on someone to take me by their side. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so afraid that you might get angry, so I tried my best to be independent, but in the end you still ended up being angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I failed badly again, I caused stress and trouble to you again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe we should look at it from a more positive view? At least we are both putting in efforts right? Why cant both of us be more appreciative towards each other and work towards a better experience next time? Instead of pin pointing each others mistake and expect the other party to change to suit? In a relationship yes you have to compromise. But isn't it supposed to be both party compromising tgt and work tgt? It really hurts when you said im causing you to be very stress. Makes me think why am I so sucky and troublesome, why am I such a lousy girlfriend and have such lousy public relations? I know you might feel rather stress that you have to be a good host so that nobody feel left out. But at the same time, I don't feel good either. Do you think I really like to be a burden to someone? Do you think I rather not to have fun? Do you think i dont feel stress? Im also afraid that people might say i keep hiding in the room and being so insociable, that's why I tried my best to stay below, I tried my best to find a spot for myself. But i just dont know what to talk to them about and nobody talks to me, everyone has their own friends, i just cant help but wanting to hide away to a comfortable place. Do you think I never tried? Do you think I like to see you unhappy? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that others relationship can get better or get more romantic while mine is getting from good to best to bad to worst? I really need some advice or read some books to enlighten myself. I'm lost right now. I no longer know what to do, how to act, what is the appropriate actions or words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I really wished that my ex step mum is still around with me. She is the person on earth who understands me best. Inside out I can say. Whatever my actions are, I don't even have to explain the way I act, she could already tell others why I acted that way. She is the person who involves me most, in her everything. Probably because that time we were living tgt and girls hit off well. She is also the one who will keep singing praises of me to others, telling people how good I am. And best of all, she's the person who teaches me everything, how to put on a pad, how to pluck hair, how to dress up, how to solve my problems and every other things which I was facing back then. She always guide me along and has never once abandon me and let me fend for myself. Now I'm grown up, I need more advice, I need advice really badly now, where are you? Maybe I should try to fb message her and ask how she is. But then again, is that the right thing to do since the relationship between her and my dad isn't good? I really don't know! Omg, why I suck so much, why can't I determine what is the right thing to do and what is the wrong thing to do? I can predict I will be a super lousy mother in the future. Sigh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I would love to express my gratitude towards Gina. So many years of genuine friendship. So many things that she did for me. I know she always wanted the best for me. She knows how much I don't wanna lose you. And even thou she's still sleeping, she gave me 30over missed calls while I was bathing to ensure that I don't miss out on a guy who I wanna be with, who she knows I can't live without. Makes me feel so guilty that I didn't text her the very moment I woke up. I don't know what got into me too, the day before I already told myself that I have to text her if I already woke up before she called. Probably my eyes which can barely hold itself open screwed up my thinking. My eyes were so heavy this morning, I could barely open them. I'm so sorry Gina to disturb your sleep. Thanks for everything that you have done for me. Im really glad to have a friend like you. Really. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I really think I'm way smarter in the past, at the very least I still have some goals in mind and I know what I want and what I don't want. And in the past, I'm much more daring (although my dad always say he give birth to me but didn't give me any guts), at least in the past I dare to talk freely, not afraid that I might hurt anyone unintentionally. Now that I grow up, I tend to think of others feelings, I rather not to talk than to afraid that what I say might be offensive to the other party. That's why I'm slowly starting to keep quiet instead of speaking freely. Gosh. Where did all my intelligence and guts goes?! I need advice, I need someone to lead me along to the right path. I need someone to be there to guide me all the way into my future. Who can really offer to be my mentor for the rest of my life? Tell me the right thing to do, and not reprimand me for all the things that I didn't did good enough in. At least I know I'm trying.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I feel so much more comfortable after voicing myself out in my blog. I hope you don't find it as I'm looking for a quarrel or trying to push all the fault to you, cause I'm really not. I just wanna let out somewhere, it's not even meant to be read by anyone. And of course I really appreciate your efforts for involving me, stopping your game cause you know I'm bored, finding something for me to do, coming up again and again to bring me down. I really appreciate you. Thanks. I'm sorry that I ruin your day again, I'll try harder next time. Or maybe we could just save all the trouble by me skipping all these kinda events? I'm really ok with that if it's the only way to avoid affecting our relationship. I'm ok with anything as long as it allows our relationship to grow stronger. Or maybe we should start by talking about it together and come to a agreed conclusion together? I really hope you don't get angry with me again cause of this post, cause that is really not my intention. If you don't agree with any parts that I say, maybe we can talk about it? Of course, talking in a nice way. I hope you understand. Thanks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I just wanna say im really happy that you called me last night when I just got home. Im really glad that you choose to not give up on me. Last night I was so upset, I literally cried and screamed badly in the car on the way back. I just couldnt stop thinking how different my life would be without you. I really really don't wanna lose you. I did my best to salvage the relationship. I don't mind waiting again alone at the void deck. I was just hoping to see you and tell you how much I don't wanna lose you. But you still asked me to go. My heart sank. I just wanted time to stop there so I could hug you forever. I don't wanna let go. I don't wanna lose you. I don't want you to be out of my life ever again. I really didnt know what else I could do. And of course I don't want you to hate me too, I don't want you to feel disgusted that I'm still sticking around hoping that you will change your mind. Eventually I went off. I couldn't bring myself to turn back, I know if I turned back I would just run back to you and hug you and not wanna let go again. I could only watch you go from my side mirror. It hurts so so so badly. I would really love to hear you asking me to stay instead. I thought I lose you forever. I thought I couldn't see you anymore. I thought I couldn't hear your voice anymore. Then what will happen to all our memories? All our things? Where can they go? How can they even be forgotten? I felt super super sad thinking of all these. I really don't know where to start my life from again. I really don't know what can I look forward to anymore. How will my weekends be? How will my valentines be? What if I pass by places that holds memories of us? How can I handle them? I couldnt think straight anymore, I just vent all my sorrows in the car, as much as I can, cause I know nobody can hear (unless the cars beside can hear? But I highly doubt so), cause I know when I reached home, I can't cry to my content anymore since I have to consider about the other family in the house. Every thing I thought of, I just screamed and cried. Until when I turning or taking into another lane, then I cleared my eyes and focus on driving for that min. It was a very very bad night. At your house I was so afraid that I couldn't see you again. I really wanted you to come and meet me do that I can tell you how much I love you how much I don't wanna break up. The call you made was a big comfort to me. I never expected it. But I'm really happy that you still cares about my safety. And im really happy that you are willing to talk to me so nicely. Thanks for not giving up on me. I really love you. Lets not quarrel over some things anymore hao Ma? Let's start talking about it instead hao Ma? Talking has always been missing in our relationship, but we have to admit that communication is the thing that will make a relationship last isn't it? Lets put in effort tgt once more hao bu hao? Since you choose not to give up on me, lets make this decision worthwhile? We both can do it! Because we love each other! Right?  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9006289514954402738-6078049380010493058?l=nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com/feeds/6078049380010493058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9006289514954402738&amp;postID=6078049380010493058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006289514954402738/posts/default/6078049380010493058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006289514954402738/posts/default/6078049380010493058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com/2012/01/looking-for-beam-of-light-to-guide-me.html' title='Looking for a beam of light to guide me to the right path💡✨'/><author><name>diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009307434845358920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9006289514954402738.post-4478647600101134619</id><published>2012-01-29T14:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T19:00:43.759+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Advice from Yahoo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Just read some golden rules to keep relationship alive article on yahoo. how true or good can that article be? i was super doubtful but picked up two good ones. haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Resentments: Don't hold your pain, hurt or anger inside. If you are harbouring some resentment talk it out and put the matter to rest, so you can enjoy your relationship.""&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Being mean: If you punish your partner when you don't get your way, or if the two of you give each other the silent treatment, you are headed for a lifetime of emotional pain. Stop the nastiness and learn to talk about it."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;True enough? haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course, a strong relationship involves lots of love and compromising too! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok ok. i know i cant manage a relationship well, since i always act rashly, but well, this can be an advice to everyone so i'm sharing it. haha. how nice of me right! (Y) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. To read the article, click &lt;a href="http://sg.news.yahoo.com/photos/10-golden-rules-to-keep-romance-alive-1327496555-slideshow/save-your-relationship-photo-1327496276.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9006289514954402738-4478647600101134619?l=nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com/feeds/4478647600101134619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9006289514954402738&amp;postID=4478647600101134619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006289514954402738/posts/default/4478647600101134619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006289514954402738/posts/default/4478647600101134619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com/2012/01/just-read-some-golden-rules-to-keep.html' title='Advice from Yahoo'/><author><name>diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009307434845358920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9006289514954402738.post-2983008637142110173</id><published>2012-01-26T05:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T05:48:48.602+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Status update of my charmmy kitty hp casing!</title><content type='html'>Hohoho!! I finally completed it!! So determined to finish it today! I'm proud of myself!!! 😁 it was initially planned to be completed by CNY, but well.... Hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok I have to admit it doesn't look so nice and the glue i used makes the crystal not so shining. But well, it's hours and days of hardwork! Everytime after i do parts of it, my back starts hurting like mad! Once it was even more painful than my period!! 😱 Ok maybe it's the posture I'm sitting in. but well, I'm finally done!!!! 🎓🎉💝🍻 &lt;br /&gt;I shall start using it! Hahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I love the clothes I bought for CNY!!👗💄👙😍😍&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-aeFCKk5p5NI/TyB39LEiZYI/AAAAAAAABHE/0iHnnvfz39E/s640/blogger-image-1024151112.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-aeFCKk5p5NI/TyB39LEiZYI/AAAAAAAABHE/0iHnnvfz39E/s640/blogger-image-1024151112.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-J7zZeArTdQ8/TyB4BrhCLkI/AAAAAAAABHM/nVVDZCjzBt0/s640/blogger-image-1856171508.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-J7zZeArTdQ8/TyB4BrhCLkI/AAAAAAAABHM/nVVDZCjzBt0/s640/blogger-image-1856171508.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9006289514954402738-2983008637142110173?l=nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com/feeds/2983008637142110173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9006289514954402738&amp;postID=2983008637142110173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006289514954402738/posts/default/2983008637142110173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006289514954402738/posts/default/2983008637142110173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com/2012/01/status-update-of-my-charmmy-kitty-hp.html' title='Status update of my charmmy kitty hp casing!'/><author><name>diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009307434845358920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-aeFCKk5p5NI/TyB39LEiZYI/AAAAAAAABHE/0iHnnvfz39E/s72-c/blogger-image-1024151112.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9006289514954402738.post-8873197044068117546</id><published>2012-01-25T10:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T10:20:22.455+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Worst family</title><content type='html'>This is why I hate my family so much. Even my friends can treat me better. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9006289514954402738-8873197044068117546?l=nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com/feeds/8873197044068117546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9006289514954402738&amp;postID=8873197044068117546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006289514954402738/posts/default/8873197044068117546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006289514954402738/posts/default/8873197044068117546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com/2012/01/worst-family.html' title='Worst family'/><author><name>diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009307434845358920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9006289514954402738.post-205612410505659273</id><published>2012-01-22T14:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T14:43:42.937+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Loosing the drive in life</title><content type='html'>Nowadays I really prefer not to have any special occasion. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything seems to be loosing its meaning. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9006289514954402738-205612410505659273?l=nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com/feeds/205612410505659273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9006289514954402738&amp;postID=205612410505659273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006289514954402738/posts/default/205612410505659273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006289514954402738/posts/default/205612410505659273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com/2012/01/loosing-drive-in-life.html' title='Loosing the drive in life'/><author><name>diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009307434845358920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9006289514954402738.post-8044222042124276724</id><published>2012-01-20T00:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T00:31:22.078+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Phone casing</title><content type='html'>Look at the progress of my phone casing!!! Thou its not a big progress but it's not easy lor, one by one I pasted the crystals lor!! Around 2 hours only this progress 😔 but I'm happy that at least there's progress! Hahah. Not easy! And I used uhu glue instead of the glue they provide. End up My crystals appeared abit blur 😞 not so shining anymore. But well, their glue still need to mix and it drys up so fast! I don't have the patient! Haha &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need more time!! I haven cut hair, haven paint both toes and finger nails, haven buy shoes, etc and it's gonna be new year! 😭 too easy this year! &lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-bwrioG72YBo/TxhFRf-YBKI/AAAAAAAABG0/j2dpJ2eeZWw/s640/blogger-image--78833771.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-bwrioG72YBo/TxhFRf-YBKI/AAAAAAAABG0/j2dpJ2eeZWw/s640/blogger-image--78833771.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-NKqGpsI8Wq4/TxhFV-IO_TI/AAAAAAAABG8/TovJDhTF-hU/s640/blogger-image-59955801.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-NKqGpsI8Wq4/TxhFV-IO_TI/AAAAAAAABG8/TovJDhTF-hU/s640/blogger-image-59955801.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9006289514954402738-8044222042124276724?l=nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com/feeds/8044222042124276724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9006289514954402738&amp;postID=8044222042124276724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006289514954402738/posts/default/8044222042124276724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006289514954402738/posts/default/8044222042124276724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com/2012/01/phone-casing.html' title='Phone casing'/><author><name>diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009307434845358920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-bwrioG72YBo/TxhFRf-YBKI/AAAAAAAABG0/j2dpJ2eeZWw/s72-c/blogger-image--78833771.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9006289514954402738.post-5200434215772674444</id><published>2012-01-10T23:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T00:06:53.894+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy day!</title><content type='html'>happy day today :) met gina and went town! thou we didnt shop much but its good enough! haha. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and most importantly, he booked the hotel for me!! hehehe. i'm so happy!! thanks for always giving in to me and take all my nonsense :) i know whenever i'm unhappy, and nobody cares how i'm feeling, i always expect you to understand me. i always think that you being my boyfriend should understand whatever i'm going through and reasons why i'm unhappy, and of course having the responsibility to make me happy. i know it's too much to ask from you, just ignore me ok? i'll be ok after a while. haha. sorry for all the nonsense that i gave you, and really thanks for always 包容我. i'm really appreciative of you :) 不管我怎样闹怎样吵，你总是会包容我。虽然你每次对我说一些很难听很难听的话，让我更加伤心难过，就好像真的没有人关心我似的，真的令我很难受。 但到最后，我知道你还是爱我的是吧！ 谢谢你对我的付出，体谅，与包容。就算我怎么闹，你还是不会放弃我，下一次还会做一些让我开心的事，就好像今天，你为我book hotel and plan for USS and msia shopping trip,我真的很感谢你所做的一切。讲真的，你骂我之后的reply吓到我，我真的没想到你会reply到这么understanding! 谢谢！我爱你！&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha i bet you can't underestand what im typing! next time i shall blog in chinese so you wont understand and quarrel with me! :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9006289514954402738-5200434215772674444?l=nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com/feeds/5200434215772674444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9006289514954402738&amp;postID=5200434215772674444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006289514954402738/posts/default/5200434215772674444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006289514954402738/posts/default/5200434215772674444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com/2012/01/happy-day.html' title='happy day!'/><author><name>diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009307434845358920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9006289514954402738.post-6699659612401914225</id><published>2012-01-10T23:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T23:48:06.197+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tonics</title><content type='html'>omg... ah ma gonna cook some tonic soup for me tomorrow :( i dont like! :((((&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9006289514954402738-6699659612401914225?l=nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com/feeds/6699659612401914225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9006289514954402738&amp;postID=6699659612401914225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006289514954402738/posts/default/6699659612401914225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006289514954402738/posts/default/6699659612401914225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com/2012/01/tonics.html' title='tonics'/><author><name>diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009307434845358920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9006289514954402738.post-1796147669459227959</id><published>2012-01-09T23:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T00:28:48.031+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pointless life</title><content type='html'>Bintan hotel was full. Good also, can save money. But then again, when school starts I probably won't have the money for any overseas stuffs again. And my leaves are approved, I feel so wasted if I'm gonna end up doing nothing again. Or should I do something alone? I know it sounds crazy, but it can be an experience too isn't it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh... These two days I have been contacting almost everyone, and nobody is free to go out with me, all of them already has their own plans! Ok I admit when I asked its super last min but isn't it still very pathetic? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even today. I dress up, before I left the office I even went to wash face and put on mascara, wanting to present the best of myself in front of all your friends, but end up the mascara was only meant to walk me home. Thinking back now, I should really have went town to shop or walk alone, at least I won't feel so bad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has been rather meaningless to me recently, I really don't know what else I can look forward to. I really don't know what's the drive to keep me going. I suddenly just feel like being alone, away from everything, away from everyone... Of course, I got a lecture from Gina for having that plan, but I really can't take it any more. I'm just faking a smile in front of everyone...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hope at least my leave won't be wasted.. If not I really don't know how to feel anymore... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9006289514954402738-1796147669459227959?l=nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com/feeds/1796147669459227959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9006289514954402738&amp;postID=1796147669459227959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006289514954402738/posts/default/1796147669459227959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006289514954402738/posts/default/1796147669459227959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com/2012/01/pointless-life.html' title='Pointless life'/><author><name>diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009307434845358920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9006289514954402738.post-7798148047043450587</id><published>2012-01-09T02:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T02:17:02.674+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad mood</title><content type='html'>I'm not having my periods, why am I having mood swing? Why am I so unhappy? Why do I feel so lonely? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel really terrible... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9006289514954402738-7798148047043450587?l=nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com/feeds/7798148047043450587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9006289514954402738&amp;postID=7798148047043450587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006289514954402738/posts/default/7798148047043450587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006289514954402738/posts/default/7798148047043450587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com/2012/01/bad-mood.html' title='Bad mood'/><author><name>diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009307434845358920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9006289514954402738.post-6441698504607563678</id><published>2012-01-05T13:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T13:27:21.139+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad day!☁</title><content type='html'>What day is it today? Why am I experiencing so many weird stuffs! First is the fly that got into my ear. Thou the doc says she can't see anything and it probably flew out, but I still feel so paranoid! 😰what if it really got deeper and breed?! But she say ear canal is only until a certain length, so it won't go deeper. But still...... 😔😣😢&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then now, when i walk past this fat fat crazy man at amk s11, he keep calling out "hello mei nu" then when I ignored him, he scolded cb!! Wth right! Wu yuan wu Gu got scolded!! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9006289514954402738-6441698504607563678?l=nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com/feeds/6441698504607563678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9006289514954402738&amp;postID=6441698504607563678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006289514954402738/posts/default/6441698504607563678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006289514954402738/posts/default/6441698504607563678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com/2012/01/bad-day.html' title='Bad day!☁'/><author><name>diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009307434845358920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9006289514954402738.post-3028980981104916775</id><published>2012-01-05T09:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T09:41:12.034+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Annoying fly!</title><content type='html'>What a nice wake up call today! A fly literally flew into my ear!! Can hear the buzzing sound so loudly and i can feel it inside! I don't know if it's still trapped inside or it already flew out, since there's no more buzzing sound. But what if it breeds inside?! Gosh can't imagine! Waiting to see a doc now. Just hope the doc doesn't laugh at me! And now I'm skipping work, so much for the wake up call! 😔&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9006289514954402738-3028980981104916775?l=nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com/feeds/3028980981104916775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9006289514954402738&amp;postID=3028980981104916775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006289514954402738/posts/default/3028980981104916775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006289514954402738/posts/default/3028980981104916775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com/2012/01/annoying-fly.html' title='Annoying fly!'/><author><name>diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009307434845358920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9006289514954402738.post-685065164932650673</id><published>2012-01-05T00:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T00:41:23.799+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friendship that never ends ❤</title><content type='html'>I love Gina! I love how we can talk non stop, no matter how long we haven't met or how different our lives is! From updating each other about things that we are going through now, boyfriend relationship, to the things that happened in secondary school, or simply just complaining about small things in daily life. We never had any awkward moments! Hahah. And we are really understanding towards each other! Even if boyfriend called while we are together, we will never get angry on each other for being neglected and have nothing to do but to wait. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good friendship right! Yes I know 😍 we had gone through a lot together, accompanying each other through the growing up period, having lots of fun during secondary school and now we are still so close 😚 it's a friendship that involves no backstabbing or any negative feelings, but just pure care and concern for each other, wanting the best for each other and not want each other to be left alone in any instance. Its just a pity that our clique already split up and we are the only two left 😔 but well, at least this friendship will never ends! 😘I love you! 😘😍😘&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-M3JQpGpZcdM/TwSBMTCTqkI/AAAAAAAABGk/SO11mJx49RU/s640/blogger-image-1873610442.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-M3JQpGpZcdM/TwSBMTCTqkI/AAAAAAAABGk/SO11mJx49RU/s640/blogger-image-1873610442.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9006289514954402738-685065164932650673?l=nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com/feeds/685065164932650673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9006289514954402738&amp;postID=685065164932650673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006289514954402738/posts/default/685065164932650673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006289514954402738/posts/default/685065164932650673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com/2012/01/friendship-that-never-ends.html' title='Friendship that never ends ❤'/><author><name>diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009307434845358920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-M3JQpGpZcdM/TwSBMTCTqkI/AAAAAAAABGk/SO11mJx49RU/s72-c/blogger-image-1873610442.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9006289514954402738.post-1712261734096634794</id><published>2012-01-04T01:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T01:38:21.019+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lack of sleep</title><content type='html'>I always says I wanna sleep early today but I'll always end up using com and go to sleep around 2am :( and in the morning I really couldn't wake up til 9am! This is really bad....!! I need to be more disciplined! 😔&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9006289514954402738-1712261734096634794?l=nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com/feeds/1712261734096634794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9006289514954402738&amp;postID=1712261734096634794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006289514954402738/posts/default/1712261734096634794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006289514954402738/posts/default/1712261734096634794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com/2012/01/lack-of-sleep.html' title='Lack of sleep'/><author><name>diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009307434845358920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9006289514954402738.post-4840561270353293824</id><published>2012-01-04T01:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T01:47:49.134+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last week of December 🎉</title><content type='html'>Long long weekend again :) didn't have any countdown plans at those crowded areas, but still, its a memorable way to welcome 2012 :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat we went to book a package to Bintan :) thanks for the treat! 💋 can't wait to go! But still I hope it doesn't reach so soon and time just stops at your break! :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't go for countdown since there are lots of people and gotta worry if there's any car park lots and what time will it be when we finally reach somewhere. Not so much into countdown thou, but feel so wasted like we didn't have any plans or do anything special. But well, at least my first second, first min and first hour of new year was great!:) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought kite on Sunday! Visited the new mall near jln kayu, and its really nothing much. Day just past so fast on Sunday. Wake up, eat, buy kite, home to surf net, nap, dinner and surf net again and the day ends. Feel so underachieved. Like wasted my long weekends :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mon's plan was to go kite flying! Went to punggol park since we have never been there before. Its quite a nice park for neighbourhood park but not a nice one for kite flying. I won't encourage people to go there to fly kite, cause my kite just doesn't stay up high! :( the wind is so unpredictable. My kite can go up high but ended up dropping after awhile. Shall find out is it the wind problem or the kite problem (since our kite just cost $2.90 😁) next time will be barrage! Hahah. And the weather is super hot that day!! :( after kite flying, we went downtown east for some aircon. And then to magic wok. But super disappointed cause their food is not nice! Totally spoil their brand at novena :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically last weekend is more of surfing net. Starting watching material queen, quite nice! Haha. Time to catch up on dramas ;) but my Internet forever disallow me to :( oh ya! We also started playing this game on iPhone calls jet pack joyride! Go play! Quite nice! But as predicted, I can't beat his score :( not a zai nü ;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After spending 4 days together, I feel so empty without seeing you, like something is missing, and there's no drive to do anything. 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Imagine those school fees, exam fees, bills, and daily expenditure! Omg, how am I gonna survive? D: I hope I find enough part time job!! D: can I even earn enough by those $6-$7 per hour job? I really doubt so :( how?? Should I search for another alternative? Maybe a part time course? Or should I just not study? &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9006289514954402738-4744522186720239865?l=nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com/feeds/4744522186720239865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9006289514954402738&amp;postID=4744522186720239865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006289514954402738/posts/default/4744522186720239865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006289514954402738/posts/default/4744522186720239865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com/2012/01/studies.html' title='Studies'/><author><name>diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009307434845358920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9006289514954402738.post-2699422861482879308</id><published>2011-12-30T01:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T01:14:57.762+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pessimistic</title><content type='html'>sigh... why do you always interpret my words like i'm looking for quarrel all the time? i'm really not.. i just wanted a little more concern.. i wanted you to know how i felt so you can tell me it's not that way.. tell me everything is not as bad.. tell me things will get better and nothing will tear our relationship apart.. tell me you love me (and not you dont wanna talk to me)... &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. am i really not understanding enough? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9006289514954402738-2699422861482879308?l=nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com/feeds/2699422861482879308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9006289514954402738&amp;postID=2699422861482879308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006289514954402738/posts/default/2699422861482879308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006289514954402738/posts/default/2699422861482879308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com/2011/12/pessimistic.html' title='Pessimistic'/><author><name>diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009307434845358920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9006289514954402738.post-6988324554002082381</id><published>2011-12-29T23:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T23:09:13.671+08:00</updated><title type='text'>big big photos!!</title><content type='html'>i dont know why the photos that i attached with my iphone looks so big on my blog! :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9006289514954402738-6988324554002082381?l=nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com/feeds/6988324554002082381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9006289514954402738&amp;postID=6988324554002082381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006289514954402738/posts/default/6988324554002082381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006289514954402738/posts/default/6988324554002082381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com/2011/12/big-big-photos.html' title='big big photos!!'/><author><name>diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009307434845358920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9006289514954402738.post-5692909386204756627</id><published>2011-12-29T14:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T01:15:39.971+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas weekend!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Alright here comes my Christmas post! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My Christmas week was great!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Thurs when i went back office in hope for getting bonus, my colleagues surprised me with a cake that the supplier sent. Nice cake! Sang and ate. And boss ended up only giving presents that he got us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-lmCsaMxqsAo/TvwnYzUcY0I/AAAAAAAABEs/Mkdc89ABdGs/s640/blogger-image-1577542789.jpg" style="text-align: center; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;cake that supplier sent us!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Friday discussed for a Christmas party. FIRST Christmas party for our company! Hahah. All after I came! Hahaha see my importance?! :p Met colleague at plaza sing to get the necessary food and drinks. Despite the heavy rain, I went over to Cathay to collect the tickets for the movie too! So I can surprise the boy at the earliest. Haha. Eh be touched ok! You didn't even give me any present :( after that back to office and waited awhile before we start our party! End up they sang again for me -.- haha I kept saying I don't wanna celebrate but end up I blew so many candles! Haha. Thanks everyone!! :) eat and it's time to go home! Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Met jy at night after he booked out:) yes, stop being so stubborn and put so much restrictions in our relationship ok! ;) 开心就好,不是吗？;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;First thing on sat is to go Tp to give ST access. Breakfast at tpy after that and then home. Rushed to meet Jieying to pick up our Taobao items :) having the temptation to buy more stuffs now! It's so addictive :( I hope my camera pouch comes fast too. Hehe. Ok back to the items, we got a shock when we saw it!! It's sucha big box which weighs 18kg!!! I could barely carry it properly! And it was raining quite heavily, both of us were drenched. Memories! ;) haha. By the time we reached jieying's house it's already 12, when we are meeting the rest at 1!! Haha. So as expected, we were so freaking late! The worst part is, after I left house and board the bus, I realised I forgot about huimin's present!! Got to stop next stop and run back to take. I think my cotenant see already also think I'm hopeless. Haha. Finally met Jieying at orchard mrt and off we went to meet the rest! Got a shock at the amount of people there and whoever that went! It's a pity that we couldn't spend the rest of the day to catch up. I barely talked to the guys. And Shi Heng and the girls were nice enough to get me presents!:D thanks so much for that day!! The attendance, the present and the very embarrassing celebration! Hahah. When I look at the rest of the customers there, their face are like so non-chalent. Like don't even give a damn to participate kinda face! Haha. Went to f21 to take a shirt from Huimin, then off to dhoby to meet jy for movie! It will be great if he joined the lunch too. The two perception of the conversation between him and gina is so funny! Hiding in the kitchen and coming out with cake after being qued to. Sounds so zek ark like not giving him food! Haha later I was too full so I just watched him eat. Now that I realised, I skipped dinner that day! Hahaha. mission impossible! After movie we walked all the way to orchard for the lightings (thanks for going with me even thou you dont like to go orchard area)! But somehow people start spraying so early!! End up we kept avoiding and train back to ps. Didn't enjoy much lightings :( but i found out that theres koi at lucky plaza! ��end of Christmas eve! Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"oh santa oh santa, where is my present? i have been a good girl all year! i've even left you a plate of cookies and a cup of milk! oh santa oh santa~"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: center; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-uarY3ErtASY/TvwnhXn5adI/AAAAAAAABE8/5wd7o3W-HKQ/s640/blogger-image--775606698.jpg" style="text-align: left; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: center; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;look at how big the box is compared to those 1.5l drinks! &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: center; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: center; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-P4zk5LwdbnE/Tvwm6JVOOFI/AAAAAAAABDk/rxWW8tmJ1WU/s640/blogger-image-767259144.jpg" style="text-align: left; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: center; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-5JFeRen-_3U/TvwlrrtqEaI/AAAAAAAABCk/gGo1gamZczQ/s640/blogger-image-385730700.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="text-align: center; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; "&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-5JFeRen-_3U/TvwlrrtqEaI/AAAAAAAABCk/gGo1gamZczQ/s640/blogger-image-385730700.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;the burger i ordered at hard rock! yum yum!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;    &lt;img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-XGt7lrmC7lo/TvwnLyHc_-I/AAAAAAAABEU/hciPivQMBKA/s640/blogger-image-2112750709.jpg" style="text-align: left; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;ok, we were standing on the chairs!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="text-align: justify; clear: both; "&gt;    &lt;img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-4ihzfAgP5u0/TvwnyBZkscI/AAAAAAAABFU/KmfQQbrXWUE/s640/blogger-image-399757355.jpg" style="text-align: left; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="text-align: justify; clear: both; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="text-align: justify; clear: both; "&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-ZmH-lpHf7io/TvwnndsXEdI/AAAAAAAABFE/UU3Mdf-WqWo/s640/blogger-image--1129284315.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; "&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-ZmH-lpHf7io/TvwnndsXEdI/AAAAAAAABFE/UU3Mdf-WqWo/s640/blogger-image--1129284315.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="text-align: justify;clear: both; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="text-align: justify;clear: both; "&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-wrOdVwnp8N8/Tvwl1-ZBftI/AAAAAAAABCs/cPBMvqRdOdA/s640/blogger-image--1962511679.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; "&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-wrOdVwnp8N8/Tvwl1-ZBftI/AAAAAAAABCs/cPBMvqRdOdA/s640/blogger-image--1962511679.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="text-align: justify;clear: both; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="text-align: justify;clear: both; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;    &lt;u&gt;Town lightings after movie!:)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: center; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-feQ_UofxXzE/TvwmmX6ALcI/AAAAAAAABC8/3uNr9E2AWzE/s640/blogger-image--876972589.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: center; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;with my favorite christmas tree in orchard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;        &lt;img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-WGEnf7K-BWc/TvwmyTykT4I/AAAAAAAABDU/_OEjstmjwKE/s640/blogger-image--1084091445.jpg" style="text-align: left; " /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-DbY8h2CW9k4/Tvwns4rzEsI/AAAAAAAABFM/iv_JpFww7bQ/s640/blogger-image-1609339887.jpg" style="text-align: left; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Plans for Christmas was to go barrage initially but it rained so I think it wouldn't be fun even if we went. Thus we went home after j8. During lunch, someone was so sweet to buy a slice of cake to celebrate with me! thou the plan failed cause it was too windy! hahaha. initially i thought he is still not full thats why he bought some desserts! hahaha. thank you!! :D swensen's ice cream after lunch and that starts our timeline for the day! hahaha. Dinner with his parents :) his mum said the dinner was for my birthday!! Hahaha im so happy and touched when she said that! Like I'm part of the family! ;p haha but I think she's only kidding cause I doubt I have the honour for that. It's really nice thou :) waffles and home. Met with Cheng and Fong for movie! Sherlocks Holmes! Still don't really understand the movie thou and i completely forgot the movie now since i was too tired then. but at least I didn't fell asleep! Hahaha. Nice shows for the weekends! :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;P.S. pardon me for all the post on fb, it's all by him! Haha. Trying to post all those unglam photos of me?!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="text-align: justify;clear: both; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="text-align: justify;clear: both; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;    &lt;u&gt;Our timeline of the day!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="text-align: justify; clear: both; "&gt;        &lt;img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-R_YUMhkVIkE/TvwnFT9pR5I/AAAAAAAABEE/ozckeC6hKjY/s640/blogger-image--2055389420.jpg" style="text-align: left; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="text-align: justify; clear: both; "&gt;   &lt;i&gt;    while waiting for our ice cream! hahaha&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="text-align: justify;clear: both; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="text-align: justify;clear: both; "&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-QpacbW3tyUw/TvwnTvD5lTI/AAAAAAAABEk/fNLeiBC7l-0/s640/blogger-image--605006792.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; "&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-QpacbW3tyUw/TvwnTvD5lTI/AAAAAAAABEk/fNLeiBC7l-0/s640/blogger-image--605006792.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="text-align: justify;clear: both; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="text-align: justify; clear: both; "&gt;        &lt;img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-aFjR-PI29gU/Tvwm1Ubfa-I/AAAAAAAABDc/7EVestaC6ck/s640/blogger-image--1708659338.jpg" style="text-align: left; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;    yes! ice cream here!! :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="text-align: justify;clear: both; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="text-align: justify;clear: both; "&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-k1Gm8liGZ9c/TvwnItKsNiI/AAAAAAAABEM/cPfhnV9njXw/s640/blogger-image--1388250117.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; "&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-k1Gm8liGZ9c/TvwnItKsNiI/AAAAAAAABEM/cPfhnV9njXw/s640/blogger-image--1388250117.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="text-align: justify;clear: both; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="text-align: justify;clear: both; "&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-rzydTI_H6Rc/TvwnQz8nb-I/AAAAAAAABEc/b_zjAVevlNY/s640/blogger-image--1597757154.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; "&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-rzydTI_H6Rc/TvwnQz8nb-I/AAAAAAAABEc/b_zjAVevlNY/s640/blogger-image--1597757154.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="text-align: justify;clear: both; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="text-align: justify;clear: both; "&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-UcCryGWc9Ko/Tvwnb8uogxI/AAAAAAAABE0/CNQQbnIoXsw/s640/blogger-image-296506478.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; "&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-UcCryGWc9Ko/Tvwnb8uogxI/AAAAAAAABE0/CNQQbnIoXsw/s640/blogger-image-296506478.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="text-align: justify;clear: both; "&gt;    &lt;i&gt;after ice cream we went shop &amp;amp; save (that is after we went NTUC! :O)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="text-align: justify;clear: both; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="text-align: justify;clear: both; "&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-4ihzfAgP5u0/TvwnyBZkscI/AAAAAAAABFU/KmfQQbrXWUE/s640/blogger-image-399757355.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; "&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-hyNGTZOiCSI/Tvwm_zpiyNI/AAAAAAAABD0/plOaxhJA39I/s640/blogger-image--429477214.jpg" style="text-align: left; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="text-align: justify;clear: both; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;    his snacks for this week's camp!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="text-align: justify;clear: both; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="text-align: justify;clear: both; "&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-4uDWeo6DNMs/Tvwmt6dcOrI/AAAAAAAABDM/7fWnlUWvKFw/s640/blogger-image-1557589959.jpg" style="text-align: left; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="text-align: justify;clear: both; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;driver for the day! he say he wants to look cool so he hurriedly put on his sunglasses!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="text-align: justify;clear: both; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="text-align: justify;clear: both; "&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-YTpBM-64rFo/Tvwmill3HjI/AAAAAAAABC0/YNDbApUzofs/s640/blogger-image-5757272.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; "&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-YTpBM-64rFo/Tvwmill3HjI/AAAAAAAABC0/YNDbApUzofs/s640/blogger-image-5757272.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="text-align: justify;clear: both; "&gt;  &lt;i&gt;  on the way to dinner with his family :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="text-align: justify;clear: both; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="text-align: justify;clear: both; "&gt;    &lt;img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-yfOH5Ur5Mww/TvwnCtaNJ3I/AAAAAAAABD8/3e7Gm3Mh9OM/s640/blogger-image--567982925.jpg" style="text-align: left; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="text-align: justify;clear: both; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;    not the driver ;)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="text-align: justify;clear: both; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="text-align: justify;clear: both; "&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-fnqUwjfeUyM/TvwmpVPBATI/AAAAAAAABDE/8hgn4D-pn6I/s640/blogger-image-1931796093.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; "&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-fnqUwjfeUyM/TvwmpVPBATI/AAAAAAAABDE/8hgn4D-pn6I/s640/blogger-image-1931796093.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="text-align: justify;clear: both; "&gt;   &lt;i&gt; hahahahhahahahahha!!!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="text-align: justify;clear: both; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="text-align: justify;clear: both; "&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-8EvS-6IiC2w/Tvwm8leU7VI/AAAAAAAABDs/nqfb0pvIb3I/s640/blogger-image--1128306542.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; "&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-8EvS-6IiC2w/Tvwm8leU7VI/AAAAAAAABDs/nqfb0pvIb3I/s640/blogger-image--1128306542.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="text-align: justify;clear: both; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="text-align: justify;clear: both; "&gt;Sushi buffet on 26th then home to rest. I feel so guilty not going to vivians party! :( &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/9006289514954402738-5692909386204756627?l=nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com/feeds/5692909386204756627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9006289514954402738&amp;postID=5692909386204756627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006289514954402738/posts/default/5692909386204756627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006289514954402738/posts/default/5692909386204756627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-weekend.html' title='Christmas weekend!'/><author><name>diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009307434845358920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-lmCsaMxqsAo/TvwnYzUcY0I/AAAAAAAABEs/Mkdc89ABdGs/s72-c/blogger-image-1577542789.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9006289514954402738.post-853140170987834417</id><published>2011-12-28T23:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T23:46:16.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Realisation</title><content type='html'>after talking on the phone today, i really think it's true. that you stopped paying attention in my life, stopped understanding every part of my life. do you know what i'm doing now during work? do you know my work schedule and all the problems occurred during my work? or even what's my future plan or the status of my uni application or the loan scheme and everything im going through now? or simple things like what i fancy now or what i need? do you even know any of this? how much do you understand me now? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even randomly talking makes me realise all these which apparently seems to be true. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i'm extremely happy when i'm with you, but now i wonder, is that enough? i'm afraid at the very end i'm still alone. alone facing my life. nobody else who will understand it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gina and vivian always says my life just revolve around around relationships (bgr &amp; friendships), which they say it shouldnt be the case. maybe it really shouldn't? what really is life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if one day i really stop putting you in my priorities, how would you react? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Apparently everyone else had already blogged about their christmas, except me. i shall blog about it when i'm happier.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9006289514954402738-853140170987834417?l=nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com/feeds/853140170987834417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9006289514954402738&amp;postID=853140170987834417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006289514954402738/posts/default/853140170987834417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006289514954402738/posts/default/853140170987834417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com/2011/12/realisation.html' title='Realisation'/><author><name>diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009307434845358920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9006289514954402738.post-3584576897823091524</id><published>2011-12-23T03:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T03:10:12.127+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stages of a relationship</title><content type='html'>There are sweet patches and rough patches in a relationship. Whenever the relationship reaches the rough patches stage, all we have to do is think of of the sweet patches and remind ourselves how great our life together is, how great we enjoyed each others company. Naturally you will just wanna go back to the good old days, having lots of fun days, days where we treasured each other so much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will survive all the rough patches right? &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9006289514954402738-3584576897823091524?l=nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com/feeds/3584576897823091524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9006289514954402738&amp;postID=3584576897823091524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006289514954402738/posts/default/3584576897823091524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006289514954402738/posts/default/3584576897823091524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com/2011/12/stages-of-relationship.html' title='Stages of a relationship'/><author><name>diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009307434845358920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9006289514954402738.post-8841794685274147349</id><published>2011-12-23T00:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T00:03:13.692+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Appreciation?</title><content type='html'>Appreciation? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even thou I feel very paiseh that my colleagues are waiting for me, I still tried my best to replied you as much as I can at the fastest time. Why can't you appreciate me for the effort to text you and not wanting you to waste your precious time waiting? All I think about is you, why can't you appreciate? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, my wish came through. You will be booking out on fri and booking in on mon. But now what's the use? When I said you can celebrate my birthday with me, you replied "看先啦". Why must you say that? I don't treat you like that if it's your birthday. No matter how sad I am, I still take the effort to do something for you. Spending Hours and hours Baking cake. Plan something for you. But you? Not anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad bad day. No bonus, no birthday dress, no plans for birthday, no appreciation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don even expect you to plan anything for me, I just hope I can spend it with you. Why must you do this? &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9006289514954402738-8841794685274147349?l=nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com/feeds/8841794685274147349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9006289514954402738&amp;postID=8841794685274147349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006289514954402738/posts/default/8841794685274147349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006289514954402738/posts/default/8841794685274147349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com/2011/12/appreciation_23.html' title='Appreciation?'/><author><name>diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009307434845358920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9006289514954402738.post-1863645528961955443</id><published>2011-12-22T19:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T19:32:34.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Presentless birthday</title><content type='html'>Totally not looking forward to my birthday D: &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9006289514954402738-1863645528961955443?l=nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com/feeds/1863645528961955443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9006289514954402738&amp;postID=1863645528961955443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006289514954402738/posts/default/1863645528961955443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006289514954402738/posts/default/1863645528961955443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com/2011/12/presentless-birthday.html' title='Presentless birthday'/><author><name>diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009307434845358920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9006289514954402738.post-696212585684597608</id><published>2011-12-22T13:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T13:12:47.392+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A birthday spent alone..</title><content type='html'>So that means I won't be able to spend my birthday with you? :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hope he can book out tmr and book in on mon!! Please..... D: &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9006289514954402738-696212585684597608?l=nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com/feeds/696212585684597608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9006289514954402738&amp;postID=696212585684597608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006289514954402738/posts/default/696212585684597608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006289514954402738/posts/default/696212585684597608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com/2011/12/birthday-spent-alone.html' title='A birthday spent alone..'/><author><name>diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009307434845358920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9006289514954402738.post-3491536458372014616</id><published>2011-12-20T01:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T01:54:16.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Insufficient sleep :(</title><content type='html'>Everyday I say I wanna sleep early but I always end up sleeping so late D: tired to the max! Tmr I shall not use com and sleep straight after I bath! Hopefully.... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9006289514954402738-3491536458372014616?l=nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com/feeds/3491536458372014616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9006289514954402738&amp;postID=3491536458372014616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006289514954402738/posts/default/3491536458372014616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006289514954402738/posts/default/3491536458372014616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com/2011/12/insufficient-sleep.html' title='Insufficient sleep :('/><author><name>diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009307434845358920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9006289514954402738.post-8442571318645287494</id><published>2011-12-19T00:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T00:18:07.791+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodnight calls</title><content type='html'>goodnight, sweet dreams, love you, muuacks! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just the way how we used to end calls :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9006289514954402738-8442571318645287494?l=nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com/feeds/8442571318645287494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9006289514954402738&amp;postID=8442571318645287494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006289514954402738/posts/default/8442571318645287494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006289514954402738/posts/default/8442571318645287494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com/2011/12/goodnight-calls.html' title='Goodnight calls'/><author><name>diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009307434845358920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9006289514954402738.post-417982442237822137</id><published>2011-12-18T15:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T15:46:19.284+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Treatment</title><content type='html'>Can you please treat me nicer? :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really love the good old times with you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9006289514954402738-417982442237822137?l=nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com/feeds/417982442237822137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9006289514954402738&amp;postID=417982442237822137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006289514954402738/posts/default/417982442237822137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006289514954402738/posts/default/417982442237822137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com/2011/12/treatment.html' title='Treatment'/><author><name>diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009307434845358920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9006289514954402738.post-7789049777170454338</id><published>2011-12-18T15:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T15:23:42.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Acting like a kid 👯</title><content type='html'>Gosh I can't stand myself! I just acted like a kid in front of ah Ma and she just treated me really as thou I was a kid! In a nice way of course :) haha so funny! I was laughing after she got out! Hahahh. Now she promised to buy me strawberry to eat everyday so that I'll have a rosy cheek! Good to have such a doting grandma and such a nice treatment :) &lt;br /&gt;How I wish I was a kid, no troubles, so carefree!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, i hope things between us will get better :) all I know is I really love you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strong cravings for thosai now!! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9006289514954402738-7789049777170454338?l=nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com/feeds/7789049777170454338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9006289514954402738&amp;postID=7789049777170454338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006289514954402738/posts/default/7789049777170454338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006289514954402738/posts/default/7789049777170454338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com/2011/12/acting-like-kid.html' title='Acting like a kid 👯'/><author><name>diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009307434845358920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9006289514954402738.post-8074774295621868860</id><published>2011-12-17T16:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T16:16:38.928+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>Now I know why people always says "夫妻没有隔夜仇". Thou we are not husband and wife but the concept is the same right? No matter how hurt you are, how bad the quarrel is, the next time you wake up, all those doesn't matter anymore, all you will think about is how much you wanna be with that person, how much you don't wanna lose him. It really doesn't matter who apologise first anymore, all you wanted is to be loved again by this person. This is true love. &lt;br /&gt;I love you. And trust me, I appreciate you so much. Let's not risk this relationship anymore hao Ma? Hugs! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9006289514954402738-8074774295621868860?l=nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com/feeds/8074774295621868860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9006289514954402738&amp;postID=8074774295621868860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006289514954402738/posts/default/8074774295621868860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006289514954402738/posts/default/8074774295621868860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com/2011/12/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009307434845358920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9006289514954402738.post-232882368158362980</id><published>2011-12-17T14:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T14:43:32.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reality to dream and back to reality</title><content type='html'>Initially, when you texted me this afternoon, i thought this break up was just a bad dream. Somehow this dream is just getting out of hand. "Don't push your luck, Y is it even so hard to patch up wif u?" does all these sounds nice? Nevertheless I bear with everything just because i really don't wanna lose you. Do I really deserve all these? &lt;br /&gt;If you wanna give me a birthday present, shouldn't you make it a perfect one? Why did you involve me in your preparation? Now this present was once again taken back..&lt;br /&gt;Now it's back to reality again. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9006289514954402738-232882368158362980?l=nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com/feeds/232882368158362980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9006289514954402738&amp;postID=232882368158362980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006289514954402738/posts/default/232882368158362980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006289514954402738/posts/default/232882368158362980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com/2011/12/reality-to-dream-and-back-to-reality.html' title='Reality to dream and back to reality'/><author><name>diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009307434845358920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9006289514954402738.post-95716741803620268</id><published>2011-12-17T00:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T00:50:23.852+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Different life</title><content type='html'>This is it, this is really it! I'm sorry for continuous spamming. But I really can't take it! I can't I can't!! Why do we have to break up?! What happen to those future that we always talked about; i wanna get married at 26 buy you think its best to be later, baking birthday cake for you every year, me designing the baby's room and using hello kitty kitchen wares?! What happen to all the great memories we once had, don't they mean anything to you anymore? I'm really so upset so hurt. What am I gonna do without you? You meant so much to me. Without you what's the meaning in my life? What's there that I can look forward to? Life will be so different without you... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you think of happiness, will you still think of me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9006289514954402738-95716741803620268?l=nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com/feeds/95716741803620268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9006289514954402738&amp;postID=95716741803620268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006289514954402738/posts/default/95716741803620268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006289514954402738/posts/default/95716741803620268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com/2011/12/different-life.html' title='Different life'/><author><name>diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009307434845358920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9006289514954402738.post-528582809555630573</id><published>2011-12-17T00:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T00:35:53.011+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wishful thinking</title><content type='html'> I don't understand how you can bear to give up on our relationship and kept insisting that you really mean it, wanting a break up. It's damn hurtful. I really dont wanna lose you.. &lt;br /&gt;How I wish this time it will be like last time, where you will continue to stay at my void deck and letting me know how much I used to mean to you. Like how I used to wait under the hdb near your house too, braving the creepiness of the place and won't go until I see you. That's how strong our relationship used to be. &lt;br /&gt;Now... It all changed, not the same anymore. We both can literally feel it. This is it. &lt;br /&gt;Not because we don't love each other anymore, but both of us are willing to let each other go to find someone who will appreciate more. Maybe it's really a time's up for our relationship? &lt;br /&gt;Why would you think that I don't appreciate you? When all along I have been telling you countless times that I really appreciate you. Every single letter that I wrote to you, you should be the clearest about how I feel towards you isn't it? I even thought I kept saying too much that it might made you think it's normal and not take me seriously. Maybe that's really the cause..&lt;br /&gt;When you said you might not be able to celebrate my birthday with me next week, I was super upset, in the verge of crying in KFC. But I controlled it, cause I know you can't help it and I don't wanna make you feel bad. When you asked me what's wrong, I even told you I'm fine. Do you even remember that next week is my birthday? Maybe it's destinated that I should spend my birthday alone this year.. Thanks for spending it with me for the past two years. Esp the surprise you planned last year, it was a great party and I really enjoyed myself. Thanks so much for all those that you had done for me. &lt;br /&gt;Always reading Cs blog and everytime she blogged about how much closer zy and her are getting, how much they treasure each other more and more. Never would I expect that mine will actually be a breakup. Tell me what's true love? &lt;br /&gt;We didn't managed to survive the army period. Not because any of us has a change of heart, but because we don't think we appreciate each other, because of a issue that I believe will be solved if it happened two months back. Because we care too much for each other and want the best for each other. Is that true love?&lt;br /&gt;I really really can't bear, can I not let you go? Is there anything I can do to make you stay? I'm sorry to have sucha selfish thought...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9006289514954402738-528582809555630573?l=nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com/feeds/528582809555630573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9006289514954402738&amp;postID=528582809555630573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006289514954402738/posts/default/528582809555630573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006289514954402738/posts/default/528582809555630573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com/2011/12/wishful-thinking.html' title='Wishful thinking'/><author><name>diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009307434845358920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9006289514954402738.post-7505894746626613067</id><published>2011-12-16T23:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T23:31:50.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heartbroken 💔</title><content type='html'>Maybe our relationship isn't strong enough. &lt;br /&gt;We obviously care for each other but still end up in a break up. I really don't know what's love anymore. &lt;br /&gt;NowI have a love hate relationship with you. I love you for everything you had done for me, all the effort you put in me, all the care, and all the surprises and happiness you brought to my life. But I hate you for giving up our relationship so easily. &lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, all the best for your future and take great care of yourself alright? &lt;br /&gt;I love you, I really do. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9006289514954402738-7505894746626613067?l=nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com/feeds/7505894746626613067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9006289514954402738&amp;postID=7505894746626613067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006289514954402738/posts/default/7505894746626613067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006289514954402738/posts/default/7505894746626613067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com/2011/12/heartbroken.html' title='Heartbroken 💔'/><author><name>diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009307434845358920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9006289514954402738.post-252370868591884195</id><published>2011-12-14T14:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T14:58:44.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lace skirt</title><content type='html'>Amk's pasar malam come back please! I really wanna buy lace skirt but I can't find it anywhere else D: &lt;br /&gt;And I wanna buy the brush set! It's damn cheap! &lt;br /&gt;On a side note, I shall try to remove my gelish myself. It's super ugly now D: &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9006289514954402738-252370868591884195?l=nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com/feeds/252370868591884195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9006289514954402738&amp;postID=252370868591884195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006289514954402738/posts/default/252370868591884195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006289514954402738/posts/default/252370868591884195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com/2011/12/lace-skirt.html' title='Lace skirt'/><author><name>diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009307434845358920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9006289514954402738.post-148142784982019198</id><published>2011-12-14T14:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T14:47:50.961+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday</title><content type='html'>I really hope he comes back tmr :( have a good rest and meet me! I hope he has a longer weekend for christmas too :( &lt;br /&gt;Why do I have to work on sat?!! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9006289514954402738-148142784982019198?l=nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com/feeds/148142784982019198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9006289514954402738&amp;postID=148142784982019198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006289514954402738/posts/default/148142784982019198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006289514954402738/posts/default/148142784982019198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com/2011/12/thursday.html' title='Thursday'/><author><name>diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009307434845358920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9006289514954402738.post-6601156454209420266</id><published>2011-12-14T01:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T01:51:37.307+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Black hair</title><content type='html'>I suddenly miss my black hair! D: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow will be wed already!! Then thurs!:D hopefully you can book out on thurs ;) can your hp still receive any message?:( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And.... Omg! I din know Gina is still reading my blog! Hahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9006289514954402738-6601156454209420266?l=nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com/feeds/6601156454209420266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9006289514954402738&amp;postID=6601156454209420266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006289514954402738/posts/default/6601156454209420266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006289514954402738/posts/default/6601156454209420266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com/2011/12/black-hair.html' title='Black hair'/><author><name>diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009307434845358920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9006289514954402738.post-8295008369411362592</id><published>2011-12-12T23:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T23:21:41.699+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clothes</title><content type='html'>My clothes all look so boring to me now. Every single day, I don't know what to wear. Totally no interest in all my clothes now. Even going shopping, I don't see any clothes I like, even thou I'm prepared to pamper myself and get myself a birthday dress, nothing appeals to me... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's only mon.. Thou I have plans, but time seems so hard to pass when you are not around... You are only going away for six days but it seems like a month has past. And there's two to three more days to go before you book out. I miss you so so much! How about you? I wonder if the moment you see me will it be same as the first week or the second week? Faster come back from the field! Enough of living with wild boars, come back and live with me! :( I miss you!! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9006289514954402738-8295008369411362592?l=nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com/feeds/8295008369411362592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9006289514954402738&amp;postID=8295008369411362592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006289514954402738/posts/default/8295008369411362592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006289514954402738/posts/default/8295008369411362592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com/2011/12/clothes.html' title='Clothes'/><author><name>diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009307434845358920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9006289514954402738.post-7605643397707293482</id><published>2011-12-12T01:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T01:43:29.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Letter</title><content type='html'>I'm so heartbroken to learn that there's actually a deadline to send letter to him. Why do they even set this rule? I mean it should be near to the day they set off right? If not it wouldn't be exactly how we feel isn't it? &lt;br /&gt;How I wish I can send to you. at least when you saw something from me at that unforgettable moment, you will remember that I'm always here and always caring about you. I wanna be part of all your valuable memories. I wanna tell you how much I love you, how much I care about you. I really miss you so so much. &lt;br /&gt;I wanna someone who you will always think of when you think about all the good times you had. I wanna be the greatest part of your memories. I know I'm greedy for wanting to be in every part of you, but that's how much you mean to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But haiz. The deadline is over. I wouldn't be part of that memory of yours. I wonder if you thought about me during the whole camp? &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9006289514954402738-7605643397707293482?l=nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com/feeds/7605643397707293482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9006289514954402738&amp;postID=7605643397707293482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006289514954402738/posts/default/7605643397707293482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006289514954402738/posts/default/7605643397707293482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com/2011/12/letter.html' title='Letter'/><author><name>diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009307434845358920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9006289514954402738.post-3852310749960776240</id><published>2011-12-11T01:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T01:45:11.489+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Car or no car?</title><content type='html'>When I have the car to use everyday, I always complain its too expensive and always dont wanna drive, bla bla bla. Now when my dad decides to take back the car, I suddenly feel the impact of not having a car! it feels like having your own transport is damn good! D:  I think all along I took the car for granted! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9006289514954402738-3852310749960776240?l=nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com/feeds/3852310749960776240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9006289514954402738&amp;postID=3852310749960776240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006289514954402738/posts/default/3852310749960776240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006289514954402738/posts/default/3852310749960776240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com/2011/12/car-or-no-car.html' title='Car or no car?'/><author><name>diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009307434845358920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9006289514954402738.post-859171203154811661</id><published>2011-12-06T09:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T09:29:45.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This family sucks. When they need help, you have to help. Even if you are already going overseas the next day, they will still make you work out so much letters and applications just so that he can get the Vietnam girl over as fast as possible. You will be asked and have to help in everything they asked for but when you simply need a ride due to running late, they could just ignore and say its time for bed. Wth right. &lt;br /&gt;If you guys won't have to shift all the furnitures around all the time and misplace my stuffs, I wouldn't have spent so much time searching for it right. Aren't you responsible for anything?! I merely need a simple request that you drive me to work eh. Seriously... &lt;br /&gt;How I wish I can move out! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9006289514954402738-859171203154811661?l=nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com/feeds/859171203154811661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9006289514954402738&amp;postID=859171203154811661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006289514954402738/posts/default/859171203154811661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006289514954402738/posts/default/859171203154811661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com/2011/12/this-family-sucks.html' title=''/><author><name>diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009307434845358920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9006289514954402738.post-1973831582934533773</id><published>2011-12-06T00:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T00:42:37.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Appreciation &lt;3</title><content type='html'>I appreciate you for always giving in to me and wanting me to be happy, I really do. Thanks for considering to go out of town tgt just so that it makes me happy &lt;3 that's really sweet of you! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really love to go overseas with you. Where the whole world seems to just revolve around us, and only us. And nothing else and no one else matters. (ok, except for the fact that he still doesnt wanna miss his manutd match! Haha but its cute of him to too :)) It's so stress relieving and it really helps strengthen our relationship &lt;3 I don't mind if it's just 3D2N or what, anything is good as long as its with you :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will never wanna let you go... &lt;3 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. ehhhh but it's so sad to plan my own birthday plans :( you plan la hor! Yay!! I know you will agree and make me happy right? :p if not there's no meaning to this post, heheh!! :p &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9006289514954402738-1973831582934533773?l=nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com/feeds/1973831582934533773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9006289514954402738&amp;postID=1973831582934533773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006289514954402738/posts/default/1973831582934533773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006289514954402738/posts/default/1973831582934533773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com/2011/12/appreciation.html' title='Appreciation &amp;lt;3'/><author><name>diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009307434845358920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9006289514954402738.post-811845322065811062</id><published>2011-12-05T18:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T18:58:17.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Experience💼</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow gonna go ICA for site visit! Finally to see how the whole futuristic look looks like! A damn cool project! Haha. Great designs and major constrains = challenging! Haha. How I wish I can handle such projects!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday Kc might bring me to open SP account! More knowledge! 👍 I wanna get exposed to more stuffs! Hopefully I can go and the client won't be in a rush to get it done! Haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, I'm meeting Gina and Jieying for Korean BBQ tmr!! 😄 hehe. And wed for steamboat with colleagues! All at bugis! Hahaha. Yum yum! 🍴&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9006289514954402738-811845322065811062?l=nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com/feeds/811845322065811062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9006289514954402738&amp;postID=811845322065811062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006289514954402738/posts/default/811845322065811062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006289514954402738/posts/default/811845322065811062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com/2011/12/experience.html' title='Experience💼'/><author><name>diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009307434845358920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9006289514954402738.post-1306988002731664313</id><published>2011-12-05T01:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T01:56:16.531+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Best friend &lt;3</title><content type='html'>I'm glad that Gina enjoyed herself today at the concert. She's really really happy and she sound so excited! Nice to hear that from her :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at her reply!:&lt;br /&gt;"Haha i wished i had! But seeing them live is enough! Now i just need to other 3 to come and them to come back as 5 and i will die happy! Lol! Diana! Why you not into kpop!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So nice to see her asking me to get involve in those kpop fun that shes having now. Feels like best friend wanting her best friend to experience all the good things that she's experiencing! Awww, the feeling is so nice! I love my best friend! Gina, I love you!😘 thanks for wanting me to share your joy 😍 I'm really glad you enjoyed yourself ;) I'm glad to have you as my best friend❤&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9006289514954402738-1306988002731664313?l=nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com/feeds/1306988002731664313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9006289514954402738&amp;postID=1306988002731664313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006289514954402738/posts/default/1306988002731664313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006289514954402738/posts/default/1306988002731664313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com/2011/12/best-friend.html' title='Best friend &amp;lt;3'/><author><name>diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009307434845358920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9006289514954402738.post-7656264707587523541</id><published>2011-12-04T23:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T02:21:33.072+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How I wish...</title><content type='html'>How I miss the days when you came to fetch me for supper, go mustafa late night, calling before i sleep, or simply me throwing temper and say I wanna go home but you still continue to stay under my house til I changed my mind. Great times. Really really great! ❤&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nowadays time has been so precious that there's no more time for such things. We have to sleep early and wake up early to make full use of the day. Don't even talk about throwing temper, there's no more extra time for those nonsense. To be honest, I met you on Friday with a mixed feelings. I know I miss you but I just can't forget the fact that it's only because there's not enough people and you can't play soccer that's why you meet me. It made me feel like a super backup plan. And just because you Can't be bothered to explain, you lied and said its because you are very shag that's why soccer is called off, that made me feel worst. Whereas the moment i heard that u will book out on fri, i told gina i cant meet her anymore. Seriously, I would rather you go play your soccer and not do this to me. And i would totally understand cause ita your favorite sports. Just dont choose everything before me and take me as a backup plan would you? Haiz. At least I'm glad that the weekend is still quite enjoyable. I guess I just can't bear to get angry with you and waste all the time tgt. In fact, the moment when I see you, I wasn't that mad anymore... You asked me today if I enjoyed my weekends, I hesitated for awhile but then i'm certain that I do. Any moments tgt with you will be so great. ❤&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I wish I'm still a teenager and there's so much time to spend tgt. Or how I wish we can grow up quickly and get married and live tgt! How I wish.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I just hope time can pass faster to your book out days and just stops there... 😔&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway! I'm glad that I can be really ugly in front of you but don't have to worry that you will 嫌弃 me ❤ no matter is it having rashes all over, or looking really bloated, or having 4 fake pimples on my face (which I don't know how the hell did I get it), I know you won't dump me or view me differently because of that. You are different from all the other guys, and I'm really glad to have you ❤ love you so much! 😍 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, I'm meeting Gina on the coming fri and next tues and maybe coming tues! Haha. Looking forward 😊&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Jieying helped me to check out Taobao! Thank you Jieying! 😘 can't wait to see you!! 😍&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9006289514954402738-7656264707587523541?l=nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com/feeds/7656264707587523541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9006289514954402738&amp;postID=7656264707587523541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006289514954402738/posts/default/7656264707587523541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006289514954402738/posts/default/7656264707587523541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com/2011/12/how-i-wish.html' title='How I wish...'/><author><name>diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009307434845358920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9006289514954402738.post-5230300855558606341</id><published>2011-12-04T18:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-04T18:10:53.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meeting handsome?</title><content type='html'>Hahaha! This handsome tried to blog on my page huh! But apparently it failed and was saved as draft. Hao la hao la I fulfil your wish and publish on your behalf! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, meeting of handsome is over :( now handsome is waiting to be transported to an island for survivor training already. Good luck! Enjoy yourself ok! I miss you :( can't see you for two weeks :((((( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. finally a different shirt! :p&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Sjegl7I35lE/TttHKw20lsI/AAAAAAAABCc/hMc72ewp7YI/s640/blogger-image-1070351766.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Sjegl7I35lE/TttHKw20lsI/AAAAAAAABCc/hMc72ewp7YI/s640/blogger-image-1070351766.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9006289514954402738-5230300855558606341?l=nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com/feeds/5230300855558606341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9006289514954402738&amp;postID=5230300855558606341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006289514954402738/posts/default/5230300855558606341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006289514954402738/posts/default/5230300855558606341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com/2011/12/meeting-handsome_04.html' title='Meeting handsome?'/><author><name>diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009307434845358920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Sjegl7I35lE/TttHKw20lsI/AAAAAAAABCc/hMc72ewp7YI/s72-c/blogger-image-1070351766.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9006289514954402738.post-11467590895417177</id><published>2011-12-04T18:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-04T18:02:56.731+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meeting a handsome</title><content type='html'>Hello, it's weekend alr:) I'm meetin a handsome today:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9006289514954402738-11467590895417177?l=nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com/feeds/11467590895417177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9006289514954402738&amp;postID=11467590895417177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006289514954402738/posts/default/11467590895417177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006289514954402738/posts/default/11467590895417177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com/2011/12/meeting-handsome.html' title='Meeting a handsome'/><author><name>diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009307434845358920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9006289514954402738.post-7247564595047411658</id><published>2011-12-02T00:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T00:39:58.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Money</title><content type='html'>It feels so sad to see ah Ma paying for so many bills with her cpf money. Shouldn't get be using it to enjoy?? How I wish I can help her pay but my money is limited too :( esp if I wanna study... Why do I have such problems D: &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9006289514954402738-7247564595047411658?l=nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com/feeds/7247564595047411658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9006289514954402738&amp;postID=7247564595047411658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006289514954402738/posts/default/7247564595047411658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006289514954402738/posts/default/7247564595047411658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com/2011/12/money.html' title='Money'/><author><name>diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009307434845358920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9006289514954402738.post-2662282337460751095</id><published>2011-11-29T14:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T14:31:27.001+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Calls</title><content type='html'>Hehe he called this morning!!:) thou I'm still so sleepy, but it's so nice to get his calls!!:) happy ;) feel like talking to him so much now :(((( &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9006289514954402738-2662282337460751095?l=nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com/feeds/2662282337460751095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9006289514954402738&amp;postID=2662282337460751095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006289514954402738/posts/default/2662282337460751095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006289514954402738/posts/default/2662282337460751095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com/2011/11/calls.html' title='Calls'/><author><name>diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009307434845358920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9006289514954402738.post-2007968859281453450</id><published>2011-11-28T23:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T23:57:25.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disappointment again :(</title><content type='html'>Really no calls nor message again today :( what have you been doing?:( I miss you so much :( &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9006289514954402738-2007968859281453450?l=nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com/feeds/2007968859281453450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9006289514954402738&amp;postID=2007968859281453450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006289514954402738/posts/default/2007968859281453450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006289514954402738/posts/default/2007968859281453450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com/2011/11/disappointment-again.html' title='Disappointment again :('/><author><name>diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009307434845358920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9006289514954402738.post-3970483436897422174</id><published>2011-11-28T22:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T22:58:32.811+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No news :(</title><content type='html'>It's 1050!!! Why hasn't he called?! How about just a message? Why hasn't he contacted me yet :( I miss him so much! Is it really so hiong there that he don't even get time to call?:( i wonder how is he nowwww :(((( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still waiting and not yet bathed :( quick quick call me!! Still carrying hope here :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While waiting, here's what I did! Hehe&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-j5XrGMDwpPg/TtOgPXWTqpI/AAAAAAAABB0/xAwF-9Ia3Bc/s640/blogger-image--658570203.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-j5XrGMDwpPg/TtOgPXWTqpI/AAAAAAAABB0/xAwF-9Ia3Bc/s640/blogger-image--658570203.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-Frt58aJ7Ym0/TtOhlrh3NZI/AAAAAAAABCU/guvG7CCEiMo/s640/blogger-image--809378064.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-Frt58aJ7Ym0/TtOhlrh3NZI/AAAAAAAABCU/guvG7CCEiMo/s640/blogger-image--809378064.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-g5TUumG_WgQ/TtOgQUpbAoI/AAAAAAAABB8/biirUCYxScA/s640/blogger-image-1026804648.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-g5TUumG_WgQ/TtOgQUpbAoI/AAAAAAAABB8/biirUCYxScA/s640/blogger-image-1026804648.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-jPmmP0cGtb0/TtOgqUBHEKI/AAAAAAAABCM/7wAkFswmTy8/s640/blogger-image-107051793.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-jPmmP0cGtb0/TtOgqUBHEKI/AAAAAAAABCM/7wAkFswmTy8/s640/blogger-image-107051793.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9006289514954402738-3970483436897422174?l=nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com/feeds/3970483436897422174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9006289514954402738&amp;postID=3970483436897422174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006289514954402738/posts/default/3970483436897422174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006289514954402738/posts/default/3970483436897422174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com/2011/11/no-news.html' title='No news :('/><author><name>diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009307434845358920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-j5XrGMDwpPg/TtOgPXWTqpI/AAAAAAAABB0/xAwF-9Ia3Bc/s72-c/blogger-image--658570203.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9006289514954402738.post-2284006981724262171</id><published>2011-11-28T10:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T10:43:17.611+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts</title><content type='html'>A lot of things are going through my mind right now. Studies, money, ah Ma, Fb faker, and also at the same time missing my beloved Pipu so much!! &lt;br /&gt;Book in day again, can't see him til he book out on sat :( and then book in on sun again! :( worst thing is he can't book out next next week!!:( time spent with him during the weekend was great! The moment we saw each other, we just wanna hug each other tightly! 2 weeks of misses, it feels so good to see and hug you again! &lt;3 I'm so happy when he told me he felt the same too! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thou the movie we watched sucks, but i still enjoyed myself so much!! Cant wait to see you again!! hopefully you can spend more time during my birthday week with me :( I really appreciate all the things you had done for me :) thank you pipu! Love you! :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However sometimes I really wonder where I stand to him. Of course, I can never dream to surpass his buddies and be his top priority and to be the closest to him. After all they had been best friends for so long compared to just two years of our relationship. I know he's more generous and can give up more for them. But between us there's still a line, and we are still only boyfriend and girlfriend stage, not yet crossed the line. Like money will be quite distributed. And problems might not be shared. And not breaking full comfort zone to raise anything in our mind. Or maybe I'm just a girlfriend with no future to him?&lt;br /&gt;I really hope we will pass that barrier soon and get really 100% comfortable with each other and be there for each other all the time. No distinction of you and me but just an integration of we. Can that be possible? Or maybe we are just still young? &lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-J90lvSoRoSo/TtL1Q_UQcnI/AAAAAAAABBs/311wCHRBeUk/s640/blogger-image-967000437.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-J90lvSoRoSo/TtL1Q_UQcnI/AAAAAAAABBs/311wCHRBeUk/s640/blogger-image-967000437.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9006289514954402738-2284006981724262171?l=nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com/feeds/2284006981724262171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9006289514954402738&amp;postID=2284006981724262171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006289514954402738/posts/default/2284006981724262171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006289514954402738/posts/default/2284006981724262171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com/2011/11/thoughts.html' title='Thoughts'/><author><name>diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009307434845358920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-J90lvSoRoSo/TtL1Q_UQcnI/AAAAAAAABBs/311wCHRBeUk/s72-c/blogger-image-967000437.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9006289514954402738.post-5163968375925394495</id><published>2011-11-26T22:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-26T22:41:42.512+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Age</title><content type='html'>Maybe we are still young... Or maybe we haven't reach that stage yet... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9006289514954402738-5163968375925394495?l=nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com/feeds/5163968375925394495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9006289514954402738&amp;postID=5163968375925394495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006289514954402738/posts/default/5163968375925394495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006289514954402738/posts/default/5163968375925394495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com/2011/11/age.html' title='Age'/><author><name>diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009307434845358920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9006289514954402738.post-5519248873731028675</id><published>2011-11-26T18:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-26T18:16:14.255+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Further studies VS money</title><content type='html'>Why does every choice I made seems like a wrong one. The moment I told ah Ma that I'm going back to study in march, her immediately reaction is "then means you will have no money?!". Hello why can't I study?! If not how am I gonna earn more money in the future?! Poly is nothing ok. And I've already wasted a year. I could have entered earlier and start earning more money. Why must you make it sound like I can't do anything I decided but have to work all my life for money?! does only having money make one person happy?! Life is not all about money alright! And I have to study more to earn more right?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I hate it when she sound so demanding, asking me to pay the rent. Hello, I'm trying to be nice and help you lessen your load. You have to understand that thou I'm working now, it's not even enough to pay my poly loans and save up for uni. I'm already very hard on cash but I still help out. Why must you make it like its my responsibility?!! &lt;br /&gt;How I wish I can vanish from this world. Or from my house at least. I don't wanna have this kinda fan nao!! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9006289514954402738-5519248873731028675?l=nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com/feeds/5519248873731028675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9006289514954402738&amp;postID=5519248873731028675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006289514954402738/posts/default/5519248873731028675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006289514954402738/posts/default/5519248873731028675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com/2011/11/why-does-every-choice-i-made-seems-like.html' title='Further studies VS money'/><author><name>diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009307434845358920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9006289514954402738.post-2904578443632110888</id><published>2011-11-25T12:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T12:11:35.287+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pizza hut&amp;apos;s birthday treat :)</title><content type='html'>Wow pizza hut is so punctual! Just received an email from them, giving me free Hawaiian pizza:) it valid from one month before my birthday to one month after my birthday. Which means..... My birthday is coming in exactly a month time!!!! Hoho! People prepare your presents!:p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9006289514954402738-2904578443632110888?l=nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com/feeds/2904578443632110888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9006289514954402738&amp;postID=2904578443632110888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006289514954402738/posts/default/2904578443632110888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006289514954402738/posts/default/2904578443632110888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com/2011/11/pizza-hut-birthday-treat.html' title='Pizza hut&amp;amp;apos;s birthday treat :)'/><author><name>diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009307434845358920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9006289514954402738.post-1551772725188742872</id><published>2011-11-25T02:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T02:30:11.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>Today is thanksgiving. Alright it already past 12 so technically it's not anymore but well, it's still thurs to me ;) I shall take this chance to thanks all the people in my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, the person i wanna thank most is ah Ma. She has all along be tolerating with my nonsense, my irritatedness, my demanding attitude and so much more. I know it's really not right to lose my temper on her,  but I just can't help myself, I already tried to control myself as much as possible, I just wanna say I don't mean to lose my temper on you. In fact, every time when I commit that mistake, I feel really really guilty, but I just can't bring myself to say sorry, I feel so embarrassed. All I could do is try to buy some food back or find something that she will like to show her, to make her forget what I had done. I know it's not enough, but I'm already trying. I just wanna say I appreciate her so much and I know it's really tough on her. Sometimes seeing her with no money and always scrimping makes me feel so hurt. How I wish I could earn more and let her enjoy herself. I might be harsh on words, but I'm really soft in my heart, I hope you can feel that. Also, I'm thankful to once have my grandpa in my life. He is the one who made my childhood so great. I'm sorry I couldn't make it in time for your last breath. I really really hope at that point of time I was old enough to rush to you immediately. At least you will know in there. I feel so bad... At his last breath he was still concerned where I was and wanted to see me, but I couldn't make it. I'm so sorry. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Next, I wanna thank my dad. Thou he always make my life so hard by asking me for money, but I'm still glad that he is my dad. He might not be like others' dad who will give countless of money or bring me out to enjoy, but at least I know he's trying to spend more time with me now. And I'm firm that he will give me money of he really has enough. (oh gosh, just nice he came back!!!) nobody can expect my dad to go all around Toa Payoh central just to find the phone casing that I like, but he really does that. He always backs me up when people speak ill of me, i know he is someone who will definitely come to my rescue if something happen to me. He also tries to get the things i like. Like my future flat, it was chosed by me. And the current rented flat, he let me make the choice of which one i wanna live in. As long as its within his capabilities, im sure he will let it go my way. In fact, we are having more heart to heart talk nowadays, I'm glad of that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, my younger aunt had been very helpful to me. She might say so much not nice stuffs or always accusing me of not loving ah Ma. But she always care about me in her own ways. When I need help, she wouldn't bear to reject. In fact part of my poly fees was paid by her and I haven even returned. But she never asked me about it. And nowadays, I talk to her more and more and about almost everything. If the family has anything, the first one I will think of is her. Thanks for your help and love all along, I feel it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I wanna thank all my best friends who had been there for me all the time. My poly experience sucks so much, but that makes me more sure that you guys are the friends I want for life. Whenever I came to any trouble like the Yun Rong incident, you guys had never left me, and in fact you gave me all the support I needed. Especially Jieying who gave me super comfort on that day. In fact, I was trembling so badly and I was really frightened (ok, I admit im really timid), it was Jieying who put her hands on my shoulder and speaking on my behalf, I felt so much more relief by that. I wouldn't know how to do without her. I love you laopo!! Huimin is the one who always helps me with all the technical stuffs, like researching, projects, evidence, analyst of problem and stuffs. And she cares a lot about me. Thanks girl! Of course, how would I forget Gina? I had god damn lots of fun with her at the later part of our secondary school life. I experienced a lot with her, a whole lots of memories. Embarrassing moments or just sweet nice moments, they are all deep down in my memories! And she's my love consultant, rated 5 stars! Haha. Thanks for being my listening ear and such a great advicer:) I can't describe the feeling with her, it's just so great. And I'm really touched when you and Janice gave me a surprise 3 years back!! Thanks Janice too, she had been a great part of my life too, but it's rather sad that we are not as close as before anymore :( no more falling down together in public place and school anymore!:( great memories! Of course, there's still Shilin and Muji who contributed to my great secondary life.&lt;br /&gt;My secondary school life was soooo great and memorable because of all of you! Thanks, I really appreciate you guys! Love you!! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, my beloved boyfriend who is finally coming out of army tmr!! I can't wait to see him!! He is the first guy who I felt so comfortable with and I feel like I'm so important to someone. It feel so great to have his care and concern, and I never wanna loose that. Of course if I talk about marriage, everyone will be like "tsk, you are still so young" but I really hope you can be the one who I will spend the rest of my life with. I can't imagine my life without you. It had been so great these two years and indeed we went through a lot alot. nevertheless, im glad our relationship is getting stronger and stronger. I want you to be the one who tries all the new things with me and create our very own memories. I really love you so so much! Looking forward to see you tmr ;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to sum up, I'm really thankful of all these people in my life, you guys are the greatest! I love you!! &lt;3 happy thanksgiving!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. i have so much more to say about everyone but its really late:( just know that i love all of you! &lt;3 alright I should sleep, it's getting really late :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9006289514954402738-1551772725188742872?l=nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com/feeds/1551772725188742872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9006289514954402738&amp;postID=1551772725188742872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006289514954402738/posts/default/1551772725188742872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006289514954402738/posts/default/1551772725188742872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com/2011/11/thanksgiving.html' title='Thanksgiving'/><author><name>diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009307434845358920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9006289514954402738.post-8500490751987613028</id><published>2011-11-23T18:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T18:11:37.855+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leave on 10/11/2011</title><content type='html'>Finally found a chance to blog about my boss replies, regarding my leave on Pipu's enlistment! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: "Hi KC and Cham, I will be off tomorrow, if you need to look for me, can just call my mobile :)"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KC:"Hi Diana, Enjoy yourself, I will not "disturb your time with your BOYFRIEND" :p hehe..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me:"Hahahha thanks KC! :) but now cannot see him for the next 2 weeks :("&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;KC:"there is a chinese old man said " small separate better than new wed "&lt;br /&gt;I believe he will even treasure you after 2 weeks.. ;)"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;haha, nice that my boss actually encourage me on this isn't it :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;P.S. waiting for my colleagues to end their meeting, to go for our thosai dinner. Hungry D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9006289514954402738-8500490751987613028?l=nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com/feeds/8500490751987613028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9006289514954402738&amp;postID=8500490751987613028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006289514954402738/posts/default/8500490751987613028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006289514954402738/posts/default/8500490751987613028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com/2011/11/leave-on-10112011.html' title='Leave on 10/11/2011'/><author><name>diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009307434845358920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9006289514954402738.post-5843557314306973853</id><published>2011-11-23T14:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T14:21:46.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Counting down!</title><content type='html'>1.5 more days!! :D &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9006289514954402738-5843557314306973853?l=nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com/feeds/5843557314306973853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9006289514954402738&amp;postID=5843557314306973853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006289514954402738/posts/default/5843557314306973853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006289514954402738/posts/default/5843557314306973853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com/2011/11/counting-down.html' title='Counting down!'/><author><name>diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009307434845358920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9006289514954402738.post-5704082757947592290</id><published>2011-11-23T14:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T14:20:39.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wishings</title><content type='html'>It occurred to me that i'm gonna get very few message wishings for this year's birthday :( haven spread my number to many people, in fact theres only a minimal amount of people who knows my number, means this year I'll get very little number of messages as what I always get in the past :( &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9006289514954402738-5704082757947592290?l=nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com/feeds/5704082757947592290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9006289514954402738&amp;postID=5704082757947592290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006289514954402738/posts/default/5704082757947592290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006289514954402738/posts/default/5704082757947592290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com/2011/11/wishings.html' title='Wishings'/><author><name>diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009307434845358920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9006289514954402738.post-5879076840823730997</id><published>2011-11-21T23:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T23:59:50.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A call means a whole lot to me&lt;3</title><content type='html'>Finally! A call since don't know when!:) I miss you so so much :( ni zai bu da lai Wo jiu kuai wang le ni de sheng ying le! Haha kidding la! How can I forget :) i really miss you so so much!!:( really good to hear your voice again:) and good time pass so fast, felt like I just talk to you for awhile and still have so much more to talk about but it's already 25 mins and batt running low again :( can't wait to see you!! I wonder if you look tanner or more muscular now ;) or maybe fatter?:p hahaha. 3 and a half more day to gooooo!!!! I'm so excited!! Comeon Friday! Come quick!!:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. should get you a portable charger so we can talk longer;) &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9006289514954402738-5879076840823730997?l=nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com/feeds/5879076840823730997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9006289514954402738&amp;postID=5879076840823730997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006289514954402738/posts/default/5879076840823730997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006289514954402738/posts/default/5879076840823730997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com/2011/11/finally-call-since-dont-know-when-i.html' title='A call means a whole lot to me&amp;lt;3'/><author><name>diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009307434845358920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9006289514954402738.post-7418489368771065238</id><published>2011-11-21T02:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T02:03:27.557+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Counting down!</title><content type='html'>5 more days!!!! :) quick quick!! Faster pass and Come out to meet me!!:) gonna hug you so tight and not gonna let you go! &lt;3 &lt;br /&gt;To my 2years macho boyfriend: I love you &lt;3&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-_urGB0Vv7bI/TslA7W4sliI/AAAAAAAABBk/XVdLmC-zzCI/s640/blogger-image-1459190994.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-_urGB0Vv7bI/TslA7W4sliI/AAAAAAAABBk/XVdLmC-zzCI/s640/blogger-image-1459190994.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9006289514954402738-7418489368771065238?l=nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com/feeds/7418489368771065238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9006289514954402738&amp;postID=7418489368771065238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006289514954402738/posts/default/7418489368771065238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006289514954402738/posts/default/7418489368771065238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com/2011/11/5-more-days-quick-quick-faster-pass-and.html' title='Counting down!'/><author><name>diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009307434845358920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-_urGB0Vv7bI/TslA7W4sliI/AAAAAAAABBk/XVdLmC-zzCI/s72-c/blogger-image-1459190994.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9006289514954402738.post-5294161792703440729</id><published>2011-11-20T20:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T20:12:22.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello kitty casing</title><content type='html'>Yes! Finally got my hello kitty casing!:) 2/3 amount proudly sponsored by my dad!:) ok la, took quite a lot from him this month :x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9006289514954402738-5294161792703440729?l=nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com/feeds/5294161792703440729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9006289514954402738&amp;postID=5294161792703440729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006289514954402738/posts/default/5294161792703440729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006289514954402738/posts/default/5294161792703440729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com/2011/11/yes-finally-got-my-hello-kitty-casing.html' title='Hello kitty casing'/><author><name>diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009307434845358920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9006289514954402738.post-6850375776885979935</id><published>2011-11-20T02:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T02:34:29.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The growing tree</title><content type='html'>I'm suddenly reminded of "the growing tree" musical. I remember I treasured the booklet so much but someone borrowed from me. I was so unwilling to lend but still couldn't reject. I'm always so nice I know! Haha. But until now that person who borrowed from me still hasn't return!!!!! Super irresponsible can! Thou I forgot who is it. I don't care, I'm gonna ask ms Tay tmr if she still has it! Hopefully I still have her number and hopefully she is still using the same number. Most importantly, I hope she still has it!!! :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember we had to take photos with trees! Hahahaha! And the tree was so dirty and had lots of ants! Of course, the typical me doesn't wanna take photo with it. Then my super nice ms Tay had to find another spot for me and put a tissue for me. Super nice right! I miss her :( &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9006289514954402738-6850375776885979935?l=nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com/feeds/6850375776885979935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9006289514954402738&amp;postID=6850375776885979935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006289514954402738/posts/default/6850375776885979935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006289514954402738/posts/default/6850375776885979935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com/2011/11/im-suddenly-reminded-of-growing-tree.html' title='The growing tree'/><author><name>diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009307434845358920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9006289514954402738.post-8270004476615106523</id><published>2011-11-20T00:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T00:39:02.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Money</title><content type='html'>Money money money :( abit regret going out today, spent money on waraku, unnecessary expenditure :( but hard to reject their cravings :( how can I bear to say no I don't want cause im quite budget, when my best friend wanted waraku quite badly :( ahhhhh if only I'm rich :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9006289514954402738-8270004476615106523?l=nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com/feeds/8270004476615106523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9006289514954402738&amp;postID=8270004476615106523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006289514954402738/posts/default/8270004476615106523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006289514954402738/posts/default/8270004476615106523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com/2011/11/money-money-money-abit-regret-going-out.html' title='Money'/><author><name>diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009307434845358920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9006289514954402738.post-7181566614896671402</id><published>2011-11-20T00:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T00:43:23.545+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love &lt;3</title><content type='html'>Pipu, &lt;br /&gt;HAPPY 2YEARS ANNIVERSARY!!! &lt;3 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These two years had been great and it will definitely remain so great or get even better for the rest of our lives :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although you are not able to celebrate with me, but I just wanna tell you that I'm really glad that I've met you &lt;3 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you might not be the person who understand me best, but you are the person who care about me most &lt;3 never have i felt like i am so important to someone. with you, I feel really really happy. Like nothing else matters. And with you, I can just be myself, don't have to care about my image. I feel so comfortable with you, and I really love spending time with you. After we got tgt, i tried many things for the first time, ice-skating, prawning, gun shooting, night safari, underwater world and many more. All those places where I wanted to go so badly since I was young. Thou some of the places its not the first time for you, but I still enjoyed myself so much and we created memories of our very own! Many many good memories and fun moment :) &lt;br /&gt;Now it's army for you, and our lives is gonna be very different which also means we will change as time goes by. But I really hope our relationship is strong enough to tide through everything &lt;3 I love you so much! And I really really miss you :( 6 more days to go!!! I'm already looking forward to see you! &lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU!&lt;3 &lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-95nOWobY0MI/TsfbHIQ8OSI/AAAAAAAABBc/kwYW0_sLFWU/s640/blogger-image-1450641656.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-95nOWobY0MI/TsfbHIQ8OSI/AAAAAAAABBc/kwYW0_sLFWU/s640/blogger-image-1450641656.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9006289514954402738-7181566614896671402?l=nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com/feeds/7181566614896671402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9006289514954402738&amp;postID=7181566614896671402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006289514954402738/posts/default/7181566614896671402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006289514954402738/posts/default/7181566614896671402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com/2011/11/money.html' title='Love &amp;lt;3'/><author><name>diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009307434845358920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-95nOWobY0MI/TsfbHIQ8OSI/AAAAAAAABBc/kwYW0_sLFWU/s72-c/blogger-image-1450641656.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9006289514954402738.post-5891128746476310924</id><published>2011-11-19T14:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T14:09:17.555+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss &lt;3</title><content type='html'>I dreamt of you again :( I miss you so much! Why is two weeks passing so slowly?! it felt like ages has passed but there's still a week more to go!! Why can't time passes faster and stop when we meet?:( &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9006289514954402738-5891128746476310924?l=nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com/feeds/5891128746476310924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9006289514954402738&amp;postID=5891128746476310924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006289514954402738/posts/default/5891128746476310924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006289514954402738/posts/default/5891128746476310924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-dreamt-of-you-again-i-miss-you-so.html' title='Miss &amp;lt;3'/><author><name>diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009307434845358920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9006289514954402738.post-2231575621793524835</id><published>2011-11-19T00:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T14:01:58.481+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy birthday!&lt;3</title><content type='html'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!:D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thou it's a pity that we can't celebrate this special day tgt, but I hope you are enjoying yourself with your bunk mates :) and of course, not forgetting me who is out here eagerly waiting for your return :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*i hope you won't get "played" inside!:p good luck!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I hope I managed to be the first to wish you thou I only texted around 1240 am :( &lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-wWFMFUqzwvw/TsdGVdPELwI/AAAAAAAABBU/lVTRAWlMvCc/s640/blogger-image-2123223279.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-wWFMFUqzwvw/TsdGVdPELwI/AAAAAAAABBU/lVTRAWlMvCc/s640/blogger-image-2123223279.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9006289514954402738-2231575621793524835?l=nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com/feeds/2231575621793524835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9006289514954402738&amp;postID=2231575621793524835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006289514954402738/posts/default/2231575621793524835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006289514954402738/posts/default/2231575621793524835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com/2011/11/happy-birthdayd-thou-its-pity-that-we.html' title='Happy birthday!&amp;lt;3'/><author><name>diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009307434845358920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' 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title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006289514954402738/posts/default/3064792408137500108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006289514954402738/posts/default/3064792408137500108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com/2011/11/its-so-irritating-that-people-just-dont.html' title='Believe'/><author><name>diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009307434845358920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9006289514954402738.post-7639771632451985285</id><published>2011-11-18T00:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T00:58:06.249+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Different phases of life</title><content type='html'>I really hope you won't change.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9006289514954402738-7639771632451985285?l=nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com/feeds/7639771632451985285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9006289514954402738&amp;postID=7639771632451985285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006289514954402738/posts/default/7639771632451985285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006289514954402738/posts/default/7639771632451985285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-really-hope-you-wont-change.html' title='Different phases of life'/><author><name>diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009307434845358920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9006289514954402738.post-4564939153614815554</id><published>2011-11-15T18:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T18:43:28.274+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Most useful remedy &lt;3</title><content type='html'>"Muacks:) wish my beloved popi a very speedy recovery:) rest well:)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aww, so sweet of him isn't it? :) feeling sick now, regret not taking mc. But at least another day past :) can't wait to see you!!:) I don't need doc, I just want you :( &lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-81dvze81i-g/TsJCFcu3vZI/AAAAAAAABBM/lzB_0yWnu9I/s640/blogger-image-1628850378.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-81dvze81i-g/TsJCFcu3vZI/AAAAAAAABBM/lzB_0yWnu9I/s640/blogger-image-1628850378.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9006289514954402738-4564939153614815554?l=nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com/feeds/4564939153614815554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9006289514954402738&amp;postID=4564939153614815554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006289514954402738/posts/default/4564939153614815554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006289514954402738/posts/default/4564939153614815554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com/2011/11/wish-my-beloved-popi-very-speedy.html' title='Most useful remedy &amp;lt;3'/><author><name>diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009307434845358920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-81dvze81i-g/TsJCFcu3vZI/AAAAAAAABBM/lzB_0yWnu9I/s72-c/blogger-image-1628850378.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9006289514954402738.post-9219934525635828133</id><published>2011-09-20T21:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T21:28:14.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i really think girls from mayflower are really pretty (esp my batch). hehehe ok la, i'm not talking about myself la! tskkkkkk! &lt;div&gt;now looking at their fb profile makes me feel so inferior :((((((( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9006289514954402738-9219934525635828133?l=nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com/feeds/9219934525635828133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9006289514954402738&amp;postID=9219934525635828133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006289514954402738/posts/default/9219934525635828133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006289514954402738/posts/default/9219934525635828133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-really-think-girls-from-mayflower-are.html' title=''/><author><name>diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009307434845358920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9006289514954402738.post-3638906976411801980</id><published>2011-09-06T00:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T00:10:47.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fate</title><content type='html'>sometimes i really wonder..... are we suitable for each other? &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;please stop me from being so negative. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9006289514954402738-3638906976411801980?l=nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com/feeds/3638906976411801980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9006289514954402738&amp;postID=3638906976411801980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006289514954402738/posts/default/3638906976411801980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006289514954402738/posts/default/3638906976411801980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com/2011/09/fate.html' title='fate'/><author><name>diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009307434845358920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9006289514954402738.post-5766142839918394595</id><published>2011-09-05T00:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T01:39:18.611+08:00</updated><title type='text'>真爱</title><content type='html'>爱一个人不是因为他是谁，&lt;div&gt;而是在他面前你可以是谁。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;即使不小心曝露了自己不美好的一面，&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;他还是可以无条件接受。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;这就是真爱。 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the very second time we dated, i snored loudly in the library beside you. how embarrassing can that be.. but i'm glad you didn't think it was an imperfection, you merely teased me. in front of you, no matter how embarrassing i can get or how i act, i will never be afraid that you will leave me for others because of that. actions, dressing, etc, i never have to worry how you will see me. that's how comfortable i am with you. i always says i feel so myself in front of you, i can be myself, bla bla bla. the chinese words above totally described what i meant.. thanks for loving me and always being there for me. &amp;lt;3 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There might be some things that i can't talk to you about or can't depend on you, but i know you will be there for most of the things and will want things to be at my benefit. thanks for showing me care and concern in your own ways, i appreciate you. &amp;lt;3 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i know sometimes i might be very unreasonable or throw my temper on you or show you attitude just because i'm not feeling good, please please bear with it ok? because i really didn't mean to make you unhappy, all the things i say is just moments of anger.. i'm sorry for times like that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i know i can be a jealous freak too. even on small things like people commenting on your wall and you kept the conversation going, to be honest, i don't like the sight of it. it feels to me that you are publicly flirting with some other girls and don't want the conversation to stop. of course, i know you said all those in a matter of fun. i'm sorry if i ever give you 'face' for that. i'm trying my very best to stop myself from deterring you to do all these.  i have to constantly remind myself that you are just my boyfriend and you have your own rights. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i can also get very jealous knowing that you rather spend your time playing soccer than with me when we didn't get much time together this weekend. it makes me feel like everything is so one-sided. i mean, why can't you just not play soccer for a week and spend time with me instead? i'm sorry to think that way, afterall you got your plans. even thou i'm still very sad over everything, i must stop. you don't belong to just me.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no matter how long we last, i just wanna tell you i'm really really glad to have found you. time with you are so so so great and i never regretted. all these while, i felt sooooo comfortable being myself when i'm with you. i always look forward to every meetings and will really feel so terrible if chances to meet are wasted. i'm really grateful to have you. thanks for your love all these while. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i really hope we can last. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9006289514954402738-5766142839918394595?l=nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com/feeds/5766142839918394595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9006289514954402738&amp;postID=5766142839918394595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006289514954402738/posts/default/5766142839918394595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006289514954402738/posts/default/5766142839918394595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com/2011/09/blog-post.html' title='真爱'/><author><name>diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009307434845358920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9006289514954402738.post-8873812544820625390</id><published>2011-08-30T00:10:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T00:19:31.617+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ever lasting friendship ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;"Congrats my dear diana for passing her driving! :) At least you didn't let those who failed 3/4 times before passing look down on you. So proud of you baby~"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just saw this at jieying's blog! awwwwwww i'm sooooooo touched!! &amp;lt;3 thanks!! love you laopo! &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this is the reason why i love my best friends so much! no matter what happen, i know they will never abandon me and will always be on my side! :) i appreciate each and everyone of them so much! &amp;lt;3 and i randomly realised that huimin's and muji's fb dp has me in it!! so happy! haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;today was the first time i'm alone in TP in the laboratory and all the corridor lights were off (motion sensor). it was so dark outside and it's quite scary. and the network for all the levels are so stupid. either can't access internet at all or can only access tp website. while waiting for the demolition guy, that's all i can do. finally he reached, had some disagreements and finally he agreed to do according to us. when his man was demolishing, i went over and wanted to jiao dai abit of things before i go off, the worker asked me to go into the room after he just started demolishing. the room was sooooooo dusty, like those kinda cement/bricks powder, which makes it hard to breath. had to discuss with him for awhile and finally as soon as i can, i faster escape out of the room! i really pity the workers who work in such a condition. they deserve a higher pay!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;even thou i had to be alone/eat alone/have difficulty breathing, today was quite a fruitful day thou. at least the contractors are starting to accept me as their pc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;有时我还满希望你看了我的感觉你会有所表示，但那应该是不可能发生的事。&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/9006289514954402738-8873812544820625390?l=nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com/feeds/8873812544820625390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9006289514954402738&amp;postID=8873812544820625390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006289514954402738/posts/default/8873812544820625390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006289514954402738/posts/default/8873812544820625390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com/2011/08/today-was-first-time-im-alone-in-tp-in.html' title='Ever lasting friendship ♥'/><author><name>diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009307434845358920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9006289514954402738.post-929423609494363837</id><published>2011-08-28T23:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T00:17:02.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jealousy</title><content type='html'>when two person has been together for a long time, especially if meet up is quite often, do we tend to start to not appreciate the presence of each other? these few days i see you doing things that you do willingly for others but you won't even bother doing it for me. things like writing a long birthday card with sincere wishes. things like liking status in fb and writing a long long comment. have you done that for me before? to think of it, actually you didn't. your reply to my comment was only a 'lalala'. you wouldn't even 'like' my comment. nowadays you don't even remember our anniversary. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;recently you have been telling me non stop that you are very pitiful that you can't even get to meet your friends. yes i know it's my fault, i really hate to know how much fun you have with them but not with me. maybe it's a different kind of fun, but i'm still jealous. and to think of it, isn't it fair? you say i always meet my friends, but i only meet people from my secondary school, friends who i appreciate alot and they are all girls, just like fong they all isn't it? you were also unhappy when i wanted to meet other people like iras colleagues or terence they all. somemore i only meet my friends once a week just for dinner while you also go for soccer every sunday or even go for lan and stuffs. somemore yours is a regular while mine i don't even meet them every week. why do you make it sound like i'm very mean and restrict you from everything and you let me do it my way for everything (do you think you do?). the thing is i don't even complain. to me, it doesn't matter if i meet anyone or not, as long as you won't be unhappy and i still get to meet my best friends that's enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i just want to spend as much time with you and not waste any possible chance to meet, but probably that's a wrong way of doing things? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok! i know i'm just jealous about everything. in fact, i envy them alot. why are they able to get so much attention from my boyfriend and make him miss them so much? why are they able to make him kept complaining so much every now and then that he miss them and even determines that his girlfriend is immature just because i really don't like him meeting them? after being together for almost two years, he only mentioned he miss me for 2 or 3 times. why do they get such a different treatment?! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9006289514954402738-929423609494363837?l=nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com/feeds/929423609494363837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9006289514954402738&amp;postID=929423609494363837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006289514954402738/posts/default/929423609494363837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006289514954402738/posts/default/929423609494363837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com/2011/08/jealousy.html' title='Jealousy'/><author><name>diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009307434845358920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9006289514954402738.post-5690988528977625712</id><published>2011-08-22T23:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T00:37:17.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First driving experience with a license!</title><content type='html'>I PASSED MY TP!!!!! :D &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;first parking was parallel, i blanked out immediately on my first move! afterwhich, it was all on feelings instead of practically correct parking method. i even thought of tell the tester to allow me to go one more round to do it again. when i already got into the lot, my car was quite slanted somemore, but luckily i still managed to park in nicely just that it's quite near to the line :) the rest was still ok and i was surprised that circuit was very fast over! o ya, i got the emergency stop module too! (my instructor says if they think you are good they will test you for emergency break ;) does it mean..........? muahahhaha!) ok i know i'm just trying to zi high! haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;circuit was not very much of a problem, but driving on road was very very very bad!!! i stalled quite a number of times and i didn't even know how i stall. but lucky thing is i managed to start the car quick enough compared to my normal lesson time. worst part on the road is one of the cross junction which i have to u-turn. suay suay people are crossing despite it being green light for the cars (one is on bicycle somemore). i stopped for them to cross which leaves a very bad impression to the tester that he has to personally horn them :( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;during the debrief room, he says my pickup is not very good and i couldn't decide to move or not move (the cross junction incident) but no major mistakes were made. in fact, during the test he was already explaining to me all my mistakes. makes me feel like it wasn't a test but it was a normal lesson instead! good tester! at least i clearly know where is my mistakes :)  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;o ya. while waiting for the instructor to give me my verdict, this other student was asking me how was my test and said he mount curb. he was so pessimistic that he's gonna fail his test for sure. i left before him and i wonder what's his result! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dad bought me 'P' plate, gave me 30bucks for fuel and chip in 10bucks for my cashcard! thanks dad! makes me feel like a daddy's girl everytime he do things like this. drove and fetched mum home, not a pleasant journey and the road seems so dangerous! still don't dare to drive alone yet i guess. had my virgin trip to the petrol kiosk, told the attendant the amount i want and continued to search for my wallet and pay. until the person told me i haven't open the 油门. i got so embarrassed and anxiously replied i don't know how to! it was sooooooo embarrassing! end up he has to do it for me :x confidently drove up to the multi-storey carpark thinking that parking at the loading bay will get me more fine. it was smooth, in fact very smooth. until my final turn up to the 3rd floor, i scratched my car with the wall on the right side. it was quite a bad scratch with a slight dent, i was sooooo guilty! lucky my dad is so understanding that he says it's ok, and reason out that it's my first time driving after i pass so it's normal. (but of course, he haven't seen it yet :x i hope he doesn't complain after he does!) worst part is, i couldn't figure out the route to my house, my knowledge stops at bishan. tried to think of many ways like calling my dad for help, asking my aunt for help, asking muji where she is, cruelly wake pipu up (of course this was my last resort since i'm not so cruel! haha), bla bla bla. end up i had to trouble my co-tenant to come all the way until sembawang to guide me home! :( his son still got maths PSLE prelim paper the next day but got to tag along to take my car.  so thankful for them!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh oh oh! one thing i got to emphasize! when i reached home, i parked into the lot with only one try!!!! which previously i have to try so many times due to the dark and bushy environment. an achievement of the night! hahah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i became the joke of my house today! haha. nevertheless, they were very concern about my safety and kept emphasizing that i shouldn't drive alone, so nice to know that people are concern about me :) thank you! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;from today til this day next year, i only have 12 points, please don't let anything happen to me! :( in fact, no matter when or how long, i hope nothing happen to me and all my family and friends! *pray* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. gina's reaction was so funny when i told her i passed! hahahaha :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9006289514954402738-5690988528977625712?l=nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com/feeds/5690988528977625712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9006289514954402738&amp;postID=5690988528977625712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006289514954402738/posts/default/5690988528977625712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006289514954402738/posts/default/5690988528977625712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com/2011/08/first-driving-experience-with-license.html' title='First driving experience with a license!'/><author><name>diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009307434845358920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9006289514954402738.post-5424740105497111999</id><published>2011-08-22T01:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T02:06:01.791+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;would anybody randomly look through all his/her photos in fb? yes i do. and it makes me miss all my friends soooooooo much! of course, all the true friends. haha. i look forward to my birthday, i hope all my friends would be able to celebrate with me, along with my beloved pipu &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;♥ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "&gt;WARNING!: he's no longer as hyper and strong like before! :p someone getting old huh!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "&gt;talking about birthday, i already had some idea for his! :) don't ask, i will never tell you! only gina knows! muahaha! seeeeeee, still so long i'm already planning it, see how much i care about you hor! haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "&gt;ok, really time for bed, i don't wanna be tired for tomorrow's test :( GOOD LUCK TO MYSELF!!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;br /&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/9006289514954402738-5424740105497111999?l=nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com/feeds/5424740105497111999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9006289514954402738&amp;postID=5424740105497111999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006289514954402738/posts/default/5424740105497111999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006289514954402738/posts/default/5424740105497111999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com/2011/08/memories.html' title='Memories'/><author><name>diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009307434845358920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9006289514954402738.post-3909193665394908894</id><published>2011-08-22T00:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T01:39:56.611+08:00</updated><title type='text'>夜晚的感受</title><content type='html'>突然觉得生活好无取，comeon people! hype up my life please! D:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;突然觉得心里好空虚，好像少了一些一直都想要的甜蜜。我知道你对我好， 可是看着别人的照片，我真的好想好想拥有甜蜜的滋味。 你可以对我很好，可是当你一对我发脾气，你不会想到我的感受，也不会 give in。就算我先主动，你也会很坚决的继续发脾气。 难道我们在一起的时间真的这么普遍这么不值得珍惜吗？ 星期六没有庆祝，你也根本不记得，就好像我在自做多情。还是根本都没有必要庆祝 monthsary? 而和我的东西真的这么不值得收藏吗?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;爱情旧了之后真的一定会没有以前那么甜蜜吗? vivian 说过爱情旧了就会只剩下感情，是真的吗？ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;好想跟你一起玩个痛快，做一些愚蠢的事，像个小孩一样的开心。除了今天早上，这几天都没有真正的开心到，我真的真的希望下个礼拜会更好。我希望我们会珍惜在一起的时间而好好的利用它。我不想再有这种很可惜没有好好利用在一起的时间也没有让这段爱情有更多美好的回忆的感觉。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;好啦好啦，可能是晚了就想要有人在身边才会有这些思想。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;我应该学会珍惜！&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;我也好想跟好友一起出去大大开心的去玩，放松一下！感受一下他们对我的好。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tp tomorrow, i'm so so so scared! i wanna pass please!!! :(((((( wish me good luck! &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/9006289514954402738-3909193665394908894?l=nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com/feeds/3909193665394908894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9006289514954402738&amp;postID=3909193665394908894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006289514954402738/posts/default/3909193665394908894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006289514954402738/posts/default/3909193665394908894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com/2011/08/blog-post.html' title='夜晚的感受'/><author><name>diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009307434845358920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9006289514954402738.post-5267038180278157281</id><published>2011-08-16T23:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T23:07:44.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TP</title><content type='html'>oh noooooooo..... more and more people know my test date! i hope i don't fail, if not i'll be too embarrassed to face everyone :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9006289514954402738-5267038180278157281?l=nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com/feeds/5267038180278157281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9006289514954402738&amp;postID=5267038180278157281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006289514954402738/posts/default/5267038180278157281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006289514954402738/posts/default/5267038180278157281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com/2011/08/tp.html' title='TP'/><author><name>diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009307434845358920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9006289514954402738.post-3060414424850344924</id><published>2011-08-10T00:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T00:33:15.969+08:00</updated><title type='text'>unlikable girlfriend</title><content type='html'>am i so detestable and annoying that the first phone call after you came back you already say i'm very fan? now that i recall, the last phone call before you left, you said the same thing too...&lt;div&gt;i merely want you to be the one to initiate meetup. i always hope that you can be the one initiating meetup, and it doesn't have to be all the time, just occasionally will do. especially now that you went overseas for holiday and we haven't met in a week. don't you miss me these few days when you are away? why didn't you mention about meeting me until i mentioned? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;why do i bother so much? does it make me feel loved/wanted if he's the one mentioning first? so what if i'm always the one mentioning it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it always feels good when you know there's someone out there who enjoy your company, who treasure every moment with you, who wants to see you more and more. do i have someone like that? why would my boyfriend always say that i'm fan? i merely wanted more expressions from him, is that too demanding? probably not bothering much will be good for both of us. tell me what's love? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it really feels good that day when my co-tenant kid screamed 'jiejie' damn loudly and run to the door with a big smile when i came home. so adorable. it totally made my day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i don't need you to say cheesy stuffs or to buy me stuffs, initiating meet up is all i ask for...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9006289514954402738-3060414424850344924?l=nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com/feeds/3060414424850344924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9006289514954402738&amp;postID=3060414424850344924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006289514954402738/posts/default/3060414424850344924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006289514954402738/posts/default/3060414424850344924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com/2011/08/unlikable-girlfriend.html' title='unlikable girlfriend'/><author><name>diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009307434845358920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9006289514954402738.post-7913650510211641993</id><published>2011-08-08T22:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T22:35:46.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Annoying Message</title><content type='html'>it is so depressing when someone tells you that you will fail your driving test cause you are a private student. even if it is true, so what? do you even have to say it? do you have to put things so straight? and you being a school student, you took 4 times to pass! why should you comment such things and decrease my moral?! couldn't you be more gracious and encourage instead? &lt;div&gt;holiday tomorrow, yet i got to wake up early to learn driving :( hardworking girl here, really hope i can pass! :( no more disposable income for more lessons :((((&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;on a side note, I CAN'T WAIT FOR PIPU TO COME BACK!!!! :D i see my presents coming home sooooooooooon!! :D hahahha! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9006289514954402738-7913650510211641993?l=nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com/feeds/7913650510211641993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9006289514954402738&amp;postID=7913650510211641993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006289514954402738/posts/default/7913650510211641993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006289514954402738/posts/default/7913650510211641993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com/2011/08/annoying-message.html' title='Annoying Message'/><author><name>diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009307434845358920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9006289514954402738.post-6965223637928027337</id><published>2011-07-14T00:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T00:55:36.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Live life to the fullest!</title><content type='html'>sometimes i would just wish that everything would return to point zero. that's when we would enjoy the most. both parties would be most willing to give in and not want each other to be sad. (probably) not because one wants the possession of the other but just simply the sight of the other being sad would be hurting to ownself. you would wanna give in so much just to see the other party happy. it's a priceless moment and moments like this you would find him so cute and nothing else matters anymore. who cares if you give in or not, as long as everything ends happily and he's happy, that's all you need. it will naturally bring a smile to your face too. however, as the relationship gets longer, i suppose each and everyone would start to become more selfish and neglect the feelings of the other. and now it became who cares if you are sad or not, i just need to show my displeasure and vent all my anger and i want you to know i'm angry so you would give in. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;is it a common sight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i always thought after a long tiring day, turning to someone you love would just simply sweeten up the day and gives you a good night sleep. talking on the phone with you has been something that i always enjoy. but apparently it's not happening nowadays. be it technical problems or mood problems, we tend to get irritated with each other easily. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nowadays, almost everyday (esp times like that), i would question myself if this relationship would last? i have been trying very hard to convince myself to get to the positive point, but it's so unconvincing. i'm still trying hard thou. not giving up so easily i supposed. i hope one day i could get a firm convincing positive answer and i hope that day comes soon.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what has my relationship became? i know i had been complaining alot to this blog and it's the only place where i can express fully and not get any rebuts. my blog wouldn't be blaming me for anything but just listen to me. it's a good place to vent frustrations. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yes, i on my com just to blog. have too much on my mind that i got to throw it somewhere before i can go sleep peacefully. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;must always remind myself not to bring today's sorrow to tomorrow. one should always try to make a new day more fulfilling. please remember! stop the negative thoughts tomorrow ok? &lt;/i&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/9006289514954402738-6965223637928027337?l=nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com/feeds/6965223637928027337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9006289514954402738&amp;postID=6965223637928027337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006289514954402738/posts/default/6965223637928027337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006289514954402738/posts/default/6965223637928027337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com/2011/07/live-life-to-fullest.html' title='Live life to the fullest!'/><author><name>diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009307434845358920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9006289514954402738.post-713937805405093383</id><published>2011-07-12T19:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T19:36:19.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GOOD NEWS GOOD NEWS!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HOHOHOHO! I HAVE A DAMN GOOD NEWS! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my dad gonna start driving taxi tomorrow, which means......................................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*drumrooooooooooooooooooll* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I GET THE CAR AFTER I PASS MY LICENSE!!!!! :DDDDD&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;extended my course and the next available date for TP is 18 Aug and 19 Aug which are both weekdays D: gonna patiently wait for other available weekends slots. i hope tmr there's a slot for saturday and also that i'm able to complete the practical lessons. and of course...... TO PASS! haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;extension of course is quite stupid. my course expires on 16 Aug which is only 1 (if i book yesterday) to 2 days difference from the next available test date! waste money lor :( but at least it's cheaper for private students. $5plus compared to school students at $40plus. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9006289514954402738-713937805405093383?l=nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com/feeds/713937805405093383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9006289514954402738&amp;postID=713937805405093383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006289514954402738/posts/default/713937805405093383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006289514954402738/posts/default/713937805405093383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com/2011/07/good-news-good-news.html' title='GOOD NEWS GOOD NEWS!!'/><author><name>diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009307434845358920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9006289514954402738.post-8410682502936229658</id><published>2011-07-11T22:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T22:40:42.115+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Complicated life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;how i wish life is simple and goes the way you want it. how i wish i'm not bothered by anything and live with the things we are given.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;had some difficulties with my driving. couldn't check the available dates for TP as it says my course would be expired by then. the expiry date states the date on the receipt when i first went down to register for btt. shall call the hotline tomorrow and ask. isn't it still valid as long as it is within 2 years of ftt and 6 months of pdl?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;boss said i dress until very Egyptian today, another colleague said i dress til very special. both at a different time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cp7HN_HwGiA/ThsJhVIUbdI/AAAAAAAABBA/Vm6YVhIVtk4/s400/P7115978.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628102627541937618" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-A_kSjX2PcK4/ThsJhMpESyI/AAAAAAAABA4/jPds-kfrXWY/s400/P7115983.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628102625263373090" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so do i really dress like an Egyptian? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;P.S. i know the lighting in my room is too orangy causing the colours to be so untrue to the real colour, and also causing it to be blur. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9006289514954402738-8410682502936229658?l=nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com/feeds/8410682502936229658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9006289514954402738&amp;postID=8410682502936229658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006289514954402738/posts/default/8410682502936229658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006289514954402738/posts/default/8410682502936229658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com/2011/07/complicated-life.html' title='Complicated life'/><author><name>diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009307434845358920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cp7HN_HwGiA/ThsJhVIUbdI/AAAAAAAABBA/Vm6YVhIVtk4/s72-c/P7115978.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9006289514954402738.post-7474017767101935396</id><published>2011-07-10T00:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-10T02:00:52.265+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Transform!</title><content type='html'>finally watched transformers! went online to check the seats around 1plus. all the showtime are almost full, left with the few front rows. ehhhhhh.... WAIT!!! one last couple seat at 5.20pm show!!!! hohoho! we are in luck! how can there still be a couple seat when the seats are all filling fast?! destinated for us! muahahah! this show is so much better than the last one, but megan fox is still hotter!&lt;div&gt;would i ever find someone who would love me forever and never let me go? someone who would miss me and never want me to be sad again?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9006289514954402738-7474017767101935396?l=nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com/feeds/7474017767101935396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9006289514954402738&amp;postID=7474017767101935396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006289514954402738/posts/default/7474017767101935396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006289514954402738/posts/default/7474017767101935396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com/2011/07/transform.html' title='Transform!'/><author><name>diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009307434845358920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9006289514954402738.post-4359629135301523173</id><published>2011-07-07T14:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T14:57:29.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Believe</title><content type='html'>we might not last forever, but at least it once happened before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is a great memory that i would never forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really wonder what are you thinking of now. my mind has been all about you the whole day. thinking when will we be like before again, thinking if we could meet this weekend or will it be once again wasted? why are you so ruthless to stop contact? i have been checking my phone every now and then for your message. what about you? was there a single second that you have a slight thought about me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps giving you time alone will be ideal. but don't take too long please. i'll be here waiting for you to contact me anytime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope time can pass faster and reach the time that you contact me. i know you will contact me eventually, because i believe in you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9006289514954402738-4359629135301523173?l=nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com/feeds/4359629135301523173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9006289514954402738&amp;postID=4359629135301523173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006289514954402738/posts/default/4359629135301523173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006289514954402738/posts/default/4359629135301523173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com/2011/07/believe.html' title='Believe'/><author><name>diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009307434845358920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9006289514954402738.post-1931955623143952594</id><published>2011-07-07T00:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T00:42:13.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it worth?</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="480" height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/tSdELZxEnHY?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every relationship goes through good patches and rough patches. if one relationship can overcome all the rough patches, it is definitely a relationship that will last. but to go through all the rough patches, both parties have to make sacrifices and take turns to give in. and of course to accept each other's apology and really sit down and talk. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all relationship goes through these stages. it is best to treasure than to lose and regret. afterall, i'm sure every couple have nice sweet memories to hold on to. if one day you really broke up, would you be able to find someone who is able to share such good memories or create even better ones? i'm definite that i can't. to me, all i have now is all that i would ask for. no one is perfect, i accept all your imperfection but do you accepted all mine? i accept you criticizing me all the times. i accept you taking my previous mistake out again and again to use it against me when we quarrel (even thou i really amended and make sure i never do such mistakes anymore). i accept you making me cry hours and hours and ended up with a really bad swollen eyes. i accept you for using vulgarities in front of me. i accept you for not allowing me to be able to contact you whenever you feel like it. all these because i love you. because of all the sweet memories that we share, something that only you and me could feel the joy. even a simple 1hour walk home after midnight movies, it was a nice memory. we sang and walked home no matter how tired we were, just to save that cab fare. but it's these kinda moments that made me feel nearer to you. made me feel your love, your interest in me. life had been really good with you around. having someone who cares about me so much and someone whom i feel happy and comfortable with. what about you? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;our problem has been around for a very long period of time. will it cause us to finally come to a closure? i really hope not. i guess we should really sit down and talk once and for all about it, shouldn't we?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;is your boyfriend/girlfriend worth your tears, efforts and love? or is he/she worth you giving up everything for?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mine definitely do. he's someone whom i won't wanna lose in my life. but are we able to overcome all the stages?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9006289514954402738-1931955623143952594?l=nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com/feeds/1931955623143952594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9006289514954402738&amp;postID=1931955623143952594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006289514954402738/posts/default/1931955623143952594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006289514954402738/posts/default/1931955623143952594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com/2011/07/is-it-worth.html' title='Is it worth?'/><author><name>diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009307434845358920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/tSdELZxEnHY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9006289514954402738.post-8011952879572155037</id><published>2011-06-27T17:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T17:42:41.249+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not-in-office</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;HOHOHO! GOOD NEWS! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I THINK I'M GOING TO SITE TMR!!! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;temasek poly here i come! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it started from a joke...... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;boss:diana, you from tp ar? (they are doing that project)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;boss: bring her along. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;me: OK! :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;boss: serious ar?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;me: *nods head*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;boss:ok la, bring her along tmr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAHAHAHAH!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well, that means...... lesser time in office and might be able to see qin lei! :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;P.S. 20 more mins to go! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9006289514954402738-8011952879572155037?l=nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com/feeds/8011952879572155037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9006289514954402738&amp;postID=8011952879572155037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006289514954402738/posts/default/8011952879572155037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006289514954402738/posts/default/8011952879572155037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com/2011/06/not-in-office.html' title='Not-in-office'/><author><name>diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009307434845358920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9006289514954402738.post-726573315010397296</id><published>2011-06-27T11:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T11:46:36.999+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>maybe it's not that bad afterall :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9006289514954402738-726573315010397296?l=nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com/feeds/726573315010397296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9006289514954402738&amp;postID=726573315010397296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006289514954402738/posts/default/726573315010397296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006289514954402738/posts/default/726573315010397296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com/2011/06/maybe-its-not-that-bad-afterall.html' title=''/><author><name>diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009307434845358920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9006289514954402738.post-8251764081373256663</id><published>2011-06-26T23:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T23:47:13.294+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Obstacles</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;what does going through thick and thin means? telling the other party only after you came up with a solution for your problem and has firmly decided on what is gonna happen next? or telling the other party when the problem just arise and think of variable possible solutions together? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;if you decides not to contact me, concluding that i'm just being unreasonable and unappreciative and throwing temper out of nowhere, so be it. it just shows how strong and stable our relationship is. even if it's my fault, i wouldn't contact you too if you don't, cause at the very least, i won't just decide to not reply and really stop replying the whole day. all the more i wouldn't say it out that i'm not gonna reply because it's not my fault. at least i won't do such things anymore. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;let's see how far this can go. i'm having a bad omen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9006289514954402738-8251764081373256663?l=nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com/feeds/8251764081373256663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9006289514954402738&amp;postID=8251764081373256663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006289514954402738/posts/default/8251764081373256663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006289514954402738/posts/default/8251764081373256663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com/2011/06/obstacles.html' title='Obstacles'/><author><name>diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009307434845358920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9006289514954402738.post-6207829939480199960</id><published>2011-06-23T15:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T15:23:34.695+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;finished all the task that i know how to do. waiting for time to pass and end work! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;driving later on, must start to have consistent in the lessons and then book test! haha. have been doing the same thing over and over again for the past few lessons, i wanna start learning other things :( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;is it a wrong move to join this company? my colleague was asking me why did i even join. well, give it a few months time. i really hope i don't waste my time here and end up not learning anything and have no experience at all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9006289514954402738-6207829939480199960?l=nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com/feeds/6207829939480199960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9006289514954402738&amp;postID=6207829939480199960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006289514954402738/posts/default/6207829939480199960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006289514954402738/posts/default/6207829939480199960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com/2011/06/finished-all-task-that-i-know-how-to-do.html' title=''/><author><name>diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009307434845358920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9006289514954402738.post-7819329269978715589</id><published>2011-06-22T20:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T11:19:39.767+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;16 June&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-i-Hkkb4LJk8/TgH0hdMvOaI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/qhF8vMt_BJU/s1600/P0024_160611.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 380px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621042665546004898" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-i-Hkkb4LJk8/TgH0hdMvOaI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/qhF8vMt_BJU/s400/P0024_160611.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;whose birthday? my dad's! hahhaha. nice cake huh! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;17 June&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Best day of work! traveled to kranji. meeting my boss at 9-915am, reached at 845am thou. still early so thought of going toilet first. came out of the toilet and wanted to pay bills, but received a msg from boss, asking me to call when i reach. turns out to be that he reached at 845 too but couldn't park so drove to marsling to wait. kranji is a very messy place where there are alot of malaysia bike and car and even bus. so dangerous! waited for quite some time for him to come back and there we go for site visit! building with lots of millipedes!! watched out at first but at the end didn't bother anymore. there's a palm size spider that lay flat when it stopped moving too! handing over the project to the owner with some defects to be corrected. lunch at 1plus and back to office! took 10 to 15 mins to rush out the defect list for them so that i can go for popular sales with a peace of mind! haha, responsible staff here ok! trained to bras basah for a closed door 25% member sales. now i became the logistic of the company, taking charge of the measuring device and the stationaries. yes, i know it shouldn't be in my job scope. but well, i really hope they start to involve me into the projects. bused back and it's already 5pm!!!! that's the best day ever! i stayed in the office for barely one hour plus! muahhahaha! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;25 June&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Green lantern and joaqium! yum yum yum! in case anyone doesn't know where is joaqium, it's the steamboat buffet at suntec convention center, just next to starbucks. managed to get the deal at $12.50 for $25, so only paid additional $2 when we reach there. it's a darn good deal!!! had been wanting to eat that everytime i work for IT fair but never got a chance to since it's so ex. my first try!! yum yum yum! staff wasn't really friendly at the entrance and the whole queueing system is so customer un-orientated! ok main thing, food. tom yam wasn't that good but the chicken was good! the only bad thing is that the pot is too small to put alot of food. was already so full but we insisted to try their cakes! there's tiramisu! yum yum! green lantern at 1110pm. the front part was quite boring but the back part wasn't that bad. and there's serena in the show!! haha. recently, there seems to be movies with gossip girl crew! movie ended and there's no more bus home. i suggested to walk home despite the time being so late and we were rather lethargic. took 1hour plus to reach home. at least the journey was fun! singing songs, chinese, english and hokkien! hahhaa. it was so irritating when you suddenly got to this song which you used to sing and know the lyrics well but now when you sing you couldn't remember what's the start/ the next verse! nevertheless, it was a good journey that i enjoyed! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;20 June&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;LLL. Latest + longest lunch! waited for keith to give the que for lunch. finally went for lunch at 2pm. market is closed, so the decision is to train to paya lebar for the kopitiam. so near to gina but yet can't see her!! :( ordered from the same store so keith treated. and throughout the lunch, he was telling us how good his spain trip was and how pretty the girls there are. i'm so jealous! haha. it's a good thing thou. we ate and listen to stories for 1.5hours and by the time we reach office it's already 3plus! shiok!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;21 June&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;staff from SMM came for a meeting!!! they reached even earlier than i do. by the time i reached, they are already seated in the meeting room. walked in and was wondering who came so early. took a glance secretly(to make it not obvious) and catched a glimsp of people waving at me. turned and saw qin lei and daren inside!! was so excited that i went in and talked to qin lei! lunched together too!! finally someone who i can clique with! but she left at 3plus 4 :( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9006289514954402738-7819329269978715589?l=nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com/feeds/7819329269978715589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9006289514954402738&amp;postID=7819329269978715589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006289514954402738/posts/default/7819329269978715589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006289514954402738/posts/default/7819329269978715589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com/2011/06/17-june-best-day-of-work-traveled-to.html' title=''/><author><name>diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009307434845358920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-i-Hkkb4LJk8/TgH0hdMvOaI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/qhF8vMt_BJU/s72-c/P0024_160611.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9006289514954402738.post-3390924968296715164</id><published>2011-06-14T23:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T23:29:27.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cycle here we go!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;bumpy ride home, a great one! cycled all the way from serangoon to toa payoh. of course i'm not the one who cycled, if not i probably have to have medical leave tomorrow! i can imagine all the head nodding now. hello people, i used to be very fit ok! haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;journey includes on the pedestrian pavement, on the road, into the hdb blocks, carpark and up and down the overhead bridge! thou journey indeed. esp with a load of 40over kg at the back. and most of the times there were needs to look out for cars. poor guy there. heartache to see him so xin ku. he still have to travel back home. blogging while waiting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;thanks so much! &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&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/9006289514954402738-3390924968296715164?l=nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com/feeds/3390924968296715164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9006289514954402738&amp;postID=3390924968296715164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006289514954402738/posts/default/3390924968296715164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006289514954402738/posts/default/3390924968296715164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com/2011/06/cycle-here-we-go.html' title='Cycle here we go!'/><author><name>diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009307434845358920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9006289514954402738.post-5533639749244773545</id><published>2011-06-09T21:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T22:02:57.489+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FRIDAY!</title><content type='html'>it's FRIDAY tomorrow!! I CAN ALREADY FEEL THE ENERGY!! :D &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;washing all my new clothes makes it feel like it all doesn't exist since it's already being mixed all around my messy closet :( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9006289514954402738-5533639749244773545?l=nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com/feeds/5533639749244773545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9006289514954402738&amp;postID=5533639749244773545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006289514954402738/posts/default/5533639749244773545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006289514954402738/posts/default/5533639749244773545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com/2011/06/its-friday-tomorrow-i-can-already-feel.html' title='FRIDAY!'/><author><name>diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009307434845358920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9006289514954402738.post-3445516395629811378</id><published>2011-06-08T23:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T23:28:59.568+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blissful Life!</title><content type='html'>i feel so blessed today! vivian asked to accompany her for dinner today. thou very unwilling due to tiredness and period and wanting to save money, i still went to meet her as i felt bad if i would have rejected. but the moment she refused to bring jieying's clothes home, saying til like it's non of her business and she don't want the trouble, i regretted being such a nice person! ok here comes the blessed part....... muji called me! knowing that my house is dangerous and i'm very tired, she wanted to fetch me home!!! awwww! who wouldn't be touched to have such a friend! &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;one more one more! someone actually said he wants to buy a bicycle so that he can meet me on weekdays and send me to my door! :D tpy to serangoon ehhhhh! it's so dangerous and long, how could i bear? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;有这么好的朋友和男朋友, 怎么会不幸福呢!&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px; "&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/9006289514954402738-3445516395629811378?l=nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com/feeds/3445516395629811378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9006289514954402738&amp;postID=3445516395629811378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006289514954402738/posts/default/3445516395629811378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006289514954402738/posts/default/3445516395629811378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com/2011/06/blissful-life.html' title='Blissful Life!'/><author><name>diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009307434845358920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9006289514954402738.post-7957360887091283559</id><published>2011-06-05T02:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T19:08:44.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>END OF HOLIDAY!</title><content type='html'>BACK FROM BKK TRIP! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;had a fulfilling shopping therapy! it's those kind like shopped until muscle ache and not wanting to continue anymore but for the sake of making the trip worthwhile we persevered! 4days of shopping! kinda miss waking up early so not to miss the free breakfasts and start shopping asap! hope people like their presents! hahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;[Edits]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;took the train in bangkok. the station itself is so long but yet the train is so short. and at the stop for transfer, we took some touristy photos. we were randomly standing and when the train is approaching, we realised that the locals were actually queuing up in single file to board the train! we were so impressed by them! obviously there were still some inconsiderate passengers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;i think everyone are giving me face to wear the tops that i bought for them. haha. but my dad says his is abit big and it's not ironed.(bought XL for him:X) ah ma wore the top that i bought for her and everyone says it's nice! haha. good taste here right! everyone have nice clothes now! hahahha. but i realised i bought too many gifts, end up i bought abit too little things for myself :( calculated and total i bought only 18 pieces of clothes for myself and huimin got 30! so much difference! didn't managed to find leather pants and jackets as well as jeggings there too :( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;work gonna start on monday and that means lesser time to spend with everyone and more stressful days to come! also, office hours and squeezing on the train! terrifying to think of it. i hope it all goes well! i'm so nervous nowwwwww!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9006289514954402738-7957360887091283559?l=nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com/feeds/7957360887091283559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9006289514954402738&amp;postID=7957360887091283559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006289514954402738/posts/default/7957360887091283559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006289514954402738/posts/default/7957360887091283559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com/2011/06/end-of-holiday.html' title='END OF HOLIDAY!'/><author><name>diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009307434845358920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9006289514954402738.post-9051515800012117230</id><published>2011-06-05T01:15:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T23:43:07.622+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Choice</title><content type='html'>if you really love a person, would you be able to accept everything of his? his bad temper? his friends who you don't like(esp when they talk bad about you, not once, not twice, not thrice, but four times or even more!calling you bitch, accusing you of bullying their friend, showing you faces and say all kinds of bad things about you, accusing your group to be sabotaging their group in projects and more)? &lt;div&gt;i've tried to compromise, by joining the clique, but it's not easy. at the end of the day there's only two words to describe-extra/left-out. and slowly they just stop asking you to join. at least i've tried the best way out, but it just doesn't work. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i really din wanna control, but it's just this feeling that is uncontrollable. imagine your bf/gf goes out with people whom you really don't like. i told myself that i should just suck it all up and stop being a control freak, and when i really stopped and felt that it's ok that he meets them, bad things will eventually happens. i told myself that i should forgive and forget esp when i know that my boyfriend loves me so much and have all along been very nice and sweet towards me, but i really can't help it. i'm just pretending not to be bothered now. *i need a happy pill*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;on a side note, i really appreciate the things that you had done for me. recently with the moving house, offering to fetch me from airport, spending more time with me, taking the effort to help me pay my bills cause i can't find axs in the airport, sending me up to my doorstep because my house environment is very dirty and dangerous, and more. i'm really really appreciative of every single things that you had done for me. and also the assurance that you have gave. that's what kept me holding on no matter what happens. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;would he be able to accept my sensitiveness? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if one day i really make you choose, would you choose them or me? (i really don't dare to take the wage)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i really like to go out with my girlfriends. you know that they will always be there for you and never do anything to harm you. even when you neglect them, they will never abandon you. somehow i really miss the times when we were all young and innocent, and everyday is about girlfriends. that period of time is really stress free days! now i feel like singing my lungs out at karaoke! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9006289514954402738-9051515800012117230?l=nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com/feeds/9051515800012117230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9006289514954402738&amp;postID=9051515800012117230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006289514954402738/posts/default/9051515800012117230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006289514954402738/posts/default/9051515800012117230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbeatsnana.blogspot.com/2011/06/choice.html' title='Choice'/><author><name>diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009307434845358920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
