tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-71062436511807199932012-02-15T23:14:13.248-08:00A typical girl if I were to describe myself,around 1.6m tall. Sometimes can be quite silly, sometimes..a bit naughty. Hahax, n that's ME!!!sunnygirl:)http://www.blogger.com/profile/12344879288584997352noreply@blogger.comBlogger151100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7106243651180719993.post-84564212829761441022008-12-08T18:49:00.000-08:002008-12-11T04:49:41.977-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsNKCeKwcUg/SUEKPdQ9C4I/AAAAAAAAAFo/8DAcHSaWon0/s1600-h/IMG0029A.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278511498924985218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsNKCeKwcUg/SUEKPdQ9C4I/AAAAAAAAAFo/8DAcHSaWon0/s320/IMG0029A.jpg" border="0" /></a> Hahaha...sneaking off to enjoy my lunch buffet!!!<br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QsNKCeKwcUg/SUEKPfpgDOI/AAAAAAAAAFg/_C-0DjFebBQ/s1600-h/IMG0027A.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278511499564813538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QsNKCeKwcUg/SUEKPfpgDOI/AAAAAAAAAFg/_C-0DjFebBQ/s320/IMG0027A.jpg" border="0" /></a>TUTUTUTttuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu~puffing up my "sexy little lips", wanna a kiss from me??!:) </div><div><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QsNKCeKwcUg/SUEKPAnIfMI/AAAAAAAAAFY/8lMDH9FtLSI/s1600-h/IMG0026A.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278511491233381570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 274px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 227px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QsNKCeKwcUg/SUEKPAnIfMI/AAAAAAAAAFY/8lMDH9FtLSI/s320/IMG0026A.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><div>Now's her Turn!!! (My little aunt) Applauseee~<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsNKCeKwcUg/SUEKPHMykAI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/kiuBxmlb_XE/s1600-h/IMG0024A.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278511493001940994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 181px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 189px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsNKCeKwcUg/SUEKPHMykAI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/kiuBxmlb_XE/s320/IMG0024A.jpg" border="0" /></a> My Grandma's great companion cum endearing maid, Minah<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QsNKCeKwcUg/SUEKOp7OCtI/AAAAAAAAAFI/imdYQj3ohxE/s1600-h/IMG0022A.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278511485143616210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 235px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 195px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QsNKCeKwcUg/SUEKOp7OCtI/AAAAAAAAAFI/imdYQj3ohxE/s320/IMG0022A.jpg" border="0" /></a> Lastly, here's my younger bro, Kenneth:D, trying hard to smile, hahahahhaaaaa!!<br /><br 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/></div>sunnygirl:)http://www.blogger.com/profile/12344879288584997352noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7106243651180719993.post-59403540593195814822008-12-01T18:45:00.000-08:002008-12-01T19:05:58.422-08:00<strong>WOWwww~my HRM's ica has just ended, and I'm going for a SHOPPING SPREE tomoro!=D</strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Things to buy</span>:</strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;">1</span><span style="color:#990000;">)Heels-preferably white or gold</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;">2)Slip-on shoes-mary jane's shoes?</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;">3)Sandals-not too expensive</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;">4)Dangling earings-black, unique</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;">5)Handbags-red leather, exquisite clutch bags </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Things to do</span>:</strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">1)Manicure and pedicure</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">2)Temporary hair perm</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">3)Eyebrown trimming</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">4)Swimming with my beau</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">5)Skipping, skipping AND SKIPPING! (Haaha...guess I'm really into exercising ard...)</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;"></span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7106243651180719993-5940354059319581482?l=missfel.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>sunnygirl:)http://www.blogger.com/profile/12344879288584997352noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7106243651180719993.post-42344434655860932562008-11-21T03:20:00.001-08:002008-11-21T03:23:28.603-08:00<span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"><strong>I'm <span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;">super-duper frustrated</span> with this stupid blogskin, right now!!!</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"><strong>Can anyone pls tell me what to do? Argh! </strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7106243651180719993-4234443465586093256?l=missfel.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>sunnygirl:)http://www.blogger.com/profile/12344879288584997352noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7106243651180719993.post-54095934779253128982008-11-18T04:10:00.000-08:002008-11-18T04:43:53.216-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QsNKCeKwcUg/SSK4JOIn6vI/AAAAAAAAADA/Fn77mDmysoI/s1600-h/26-07-08_1702.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269976982529501938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 198px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 236px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QsNKCeKwcUg/SSK4JOIn6vI/AAAAAAAAADA/Fn77mDmysoI/s320/26-07-08_1702.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:130%;">YahOoo</span>~:D</span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;">Business law's ica1 is <span style="color:#000000;">FINALLY</span> over, hip hip HorrAy!!! Hahahaaaa... ...thank goodness, the paper wasn't quite a hard one, totally different from what I had to suffer for the Business Finance paper*.* (I guess everyone agrees)</span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;">Ok lah, I'm not trying to imply anything bad about Finance, but, somehow, numbers juz <span style="color:#000000;">DRIVE MY MIND CRA</span><span style="color:#000000;">ZY</span>! Hehehe...anyway, whatever is over has already been over, now let's juz concentrate on studying for my next paper-Destinations and Attractions Management. </span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:130%;">GAMBATAY</span>!!!(*<em>Though it's sad to say, it's gonna be 5 lecture's long....ahhhhhh</em>~)</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7106243651180719993-5409593477925312898?l=missfel.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>sunnygirl:)http://www.blogger.com/profile/12344879288584997352noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7106243651180719993.post-17874866916148792082008-11-13T20:36:00.000-08:002008-11-13T20:44:40.579-08:00I love today's lesson, the roleplays were so fun!!! Jas was damn funny, she acted as a bus driver, and here's her dialogue:<br />Me: What kind of attitude is this? Do u noe you're terribly late, and wasted alot of my time?<br />Jas: Issit? So now how? You want to board the bus anot?<br />Jas: Don't waste my time, if I late again, then how? <br /><br />Ok lah...maybe without the expressions, the impact wouldn't be that great. Probably for the next time round, I can post a video on this Funny Jas..:)haha!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7106243651180719993-1787486691614879208?l=missfel.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>sunnygirl:)http://www.blogger.com/profile/12344879288584997352noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7106243651180719993.post-44476979535560370992008-11-12T22:20:00.000-08:002008-11-12T22:36:43.480-08:00Siaaaaaaaanx.......I don't like my Business Finance tutor! She sucks!<br />Demanding, unreasonable, impatience..etc, this are the only 'words'(negative) that I can use to describe her:{<br />Numbers after numbers, having to study this stupid module has already been a great ordeal for me, and now, it's even worse!!! <br /><br />SAVE me, pls~<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7106243651180719993-4447697953556037099?l=missfel.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>sunnygirl:)http://www.blogger.com/profile/12344879288584997352noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7106243651180719993.post-57147273456185920002008-11-11T05:46:00.000-08:002008-11-11T05:58:16.228-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QsNKCeKwcUg/SRmO4WxKLAI/AAAAAAAAAC4/ciVig2L0eLw/s1600-h/CLASS.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267398338022091778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QsNKCeKwcUg/SRmO4WxKLAI/AAAAAAAAAC4/ciVig2L0eLw/s320/CLASS.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><strong>Yup, btw, forgot to post this one &amp; only pic that I took during one of the recent class gatherings at a Jap buffet. (<em><span style="color:#ffff33;">Pls ENJOY this snapshot!!!)</span></em></strong></div><br /><div><strong></strong></div><br /><div><strong>The ultimate nosey man of HC vs 2 sweet ladies </strong></div><br /><div><strong>*Take note of his posture! Wahahahaha... </strong></div><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7106243651180719993-5714727345618592000?l=missfel.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>sunnygirl:)http://www.blogger.com/profile/12344879288584997352noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7106243651180719993.post-64104480574263048402008-11-11T05:13:00.000-08:002008-11-11T05:22:40.233-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QsNKCeKwcUg/SRmG4XNGyNI/AAAAAAAAACo/ua8bUN5T6SQ/s1600-h/04102008647.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267389542046288082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 281px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QsNKCeKwcUg/SRmG4XNGyNI/AAAAAAAAACo/ua8bUN5T6SQ/s400/04102008647.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><strong><em><span style="color:#663366;">Whee! Finally done with the job-changing my blogskin, what a great relief~:D</span></em></strong></div><br /><div><strong><em><span style="color:#663366;">And now, I'm gonna treat myself to a "watching treat"...cya guys!!! BYE.</span></em></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7106243651180719993-6410448057426304840?l=missfel.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>sunnygirl:)http://www.blogger.com/profile/12344879288584997352noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7106243651180719993.post-71111386612691517842008-07-04T21:51:00.000-07:002008-07-07T23:22:41.359-07:00<a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QsNKCeKwcUg/SHMHhIItSdI/AAAAAAAAABQ/xdogzizx9Dc/s1600-h/08-06-08_2158.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220524658753620434" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QsNKCeKwcUg/SHMHhIItSdI/AAAAAAAAABQ/xdogzizx9Dc/s200/08-06-08_2158.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"><strong><em>When a GIRL is quiet,</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"><strong><em>Millions of things are running in her mind</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><strong>When a GIRL is not arguing,</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><strong>She is thinking deeply</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"><strong><em>When a GIRL looks at u with eyes full ofquestions,</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"><strong><em>She is wondering how long you will be around</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><strong>When a GIRL answers "i'm fine" after a few seconds,</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><strong>She is not at all fine</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"><strong><em>When a GIRL stares at you,</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"><strong><em>She is wondering why you are lying</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><strong><span style="color:#333333;">When a GIRL lays on your chest,</span></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"><strong>She is wishing for you to be hers forever</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;"><strong><em>When a GIRL calls you everyday,</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;"><strong><em>She is seeking for your attention</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"><strong>When a GIRL sms's u everyday,</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"><strong>She wants you to reply at least once</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#00cccc;"><strong><em>When a GIRL says I love you,</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#00cccc;"><strong><em>She means it</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"><strong>When a GIRL says that she can't live without you,</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"><strong>She has made up her mind that you are her futu<em>re</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"><strong><em>When a GIRL says "i miss you",</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"><strong><em>No one in this world can miss you more than that. </em></strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7106243651180719993-7111138661269151784?l=missfel.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>sunnygirl:)http://www.blogger.com/profile/12344879288584997352noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7106243651180719993.post-29102359606659186702008-07-04T20:54:00.000-07:002008-11-10T22:18:16.534-08:00<a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QsNKCeKwcUg/SHMIUjXn-VI/AAAAAAAAABY/BUcHE6CZBNk/s1600-h/FREN.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220525542237272402" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QsNKCeKwcUg/SHMIUjXn-VI/AAAAAAAAABY/BUcHE6CZBNk/s400/FREN.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Sometimes people put up walls, not to keep others out, but to see who cares enough to break them down. . .</span></strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Few months ago, I've juz celebrated my 18th birthday, and it was really a memorable one. However, it was not entirely a "all-the-way-happy" process...somehow, there was a mix of anger, frustration, unhappiness and HAPPINESS in between(quite contradicting, right?). It all happened just a few days before my birthday, and I was so excited going round the class, trying to gather friends to have a BIRTHDAY STEAMBOAT with me. I wasn't sure if everyone was taking this matter to their hearts, but, I hope they do...<br /><br />In fact, to be truthful, I had already been quite paranoid from the very beginning, whether they have seen me as a friend of theirs..cos, since I entered my secondary school life, I dun really have friends celebrating my birthday anymore. (*I don't think if they can even remember it, cos my birthday always fall on the mid-year exam) And, that feeling...was BAD!!! Terrible...): So when it comes again this year, I juz couldn't help it, but, simply feel that my world had once been darkened again. So, when the day finally arrived, I can't wait to enjoy the steamboat with all my friends!<br /><br />But, somehow, I can only say that, it was disappointing...cos, most ppl doesn't seems to remember, or even, take it seriously...I was soooo heartbroken!!! I left quietly, intended to pretend nothing has happened, not wanting to celebrate my birthday ANYMORE...never ever...And, when jessie called up, trying to explain everything, my anger flared..I knew, perhaps, it was probably juz a small misunderstanding. But, my past experiences had really got me really hard on my mind, and, I juz couldn't forget about it...<br /><br />Dear friends, I'm so sorry.<br /><br />At that moment, I was really angry with all of them. And, never ever, did I expect them to have been really nice friends of mine! ^.^ On my actual birthday, They had everything planned, lying that my jap class had been pushed up half an hour earlier, and so I ended up being in school early..It was when we were taking the lift to the fifth storey, it stopped at the third..and guess what?! The rest of my friends have gathered in one straight line, holding on to 13 balloons, with each alphabet wrriten on it, wishing me..HAPPY BIRTHDAY! That day, WAs the happiest birthday I had ever received. It's true!!!(*Better than my boyfriend's..hahaha!) Not only that, the presents are very beautiful and nice. One multi-purpose necklance, 2 rings, one pair of earings and a small treasury box. I'll post the photos up next time round..<br /><br />Having to go through one big round, it was really tedious and time-consuming..however, the memories were precious...and friends, I juz wanna say:<br />YOU GUYS ARE SO SWEET!!! </span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7106243651180719993-2910235960665918670?l=missfel.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>sunnygirl:)http://www.blogger.com/profile/12344879288584997352noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7106243651180719993.post-52681720833347098292008-02-14T06:04:00.000-08:002008-02-14T07:19:19.959-08:00<div>THIS IS MY <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"><strong>PINKY ROSE</strong></span>!!!</div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QsNKCeKwcUg/R7RbjJ4ZiXI/AAAAAAAAAA4/b0hT-lQHq6M/s1600-h/14-02-08_1455.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166855332006824306" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 161px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 126px" height="195" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QsNKCeKwcUg/R7RbjJ4ZiXI/AAAAAAAAAA4/b0hT-lQHq6M/s320/14-02-08_1455.jpg" width="251" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I think it looks fabulous n sweet...n I mean him too!</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Mmm..though it is juz a small bouquet of flowers, but i see a 'bouquet of love'.</span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Perhaps, it's because he is not more of e romantic type, so, I do feel very touched by his small, simple, cute little act (: It's been a year n one month since we first started dating... ...not counted as short, but not that long either. And, sometimes, I do still get into confusion about his likes n dislikes, habits n etc..so? I personally dun view it as much of a problem, cos what it really takes to hold 2 lovers together, is simply much more than that.</span><br /></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">And I think, the most crucial factor, is <strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">LOVE.</span></strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Maybe, during certain stages in life, many people might have choosen to place money, status, education level n others before love. And I know there's no right n wrong. </span><br /></div><div></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;">But, again, what is it that really bring 2 hearts together, n have them beat together as one?</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7106243651180719993-5268172083334709829?l=missfel.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>sunnygirl:)http://www.blogger.com/profile/12344879288584997352noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7106243651180719993.post-87232556427700384482008-02-13T08:32:00.001-08:002008-02-13T09:07:29.565-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QsNKCeKwcUg/R7Mgzp4ZiTI/AAAAAAAAAAY/bWOr1RzNObc/s1600-h/13-02-08_2221.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166509269311916338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QsNKCeKwcUg/R7Mgzp4ZiTI/AAAAAAAAAAY/bWOr1RzNObc/s400/13-02-08_2221.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="color:#ff0000;">This is my 2nd Valentine's with him...n this is what I have self-handmade. </span></div><div><strong>Note: But yet, this is the first time I've made a Valentine's Day card 4 him..dun ask me why, cos i also dunno why(: hehe...</strong></div><div>Erm, though e process of making this card did not take up alot of my time, but it did kill tons n tons of millions of my brain cells to come up with e idea.</div><div>So, it still means that I'm very sincere in making it for my dear...hope he will like it. By the way, I wish that everyone in this world, will have an everlasting romance with e one whom he/she loved. MAY THIS WISH OF MY, BLESS ME TOO!!! </div><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7106243651180719993-8723255642770038448?l=missfel.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>sunnygirl:)http://www.blogger.com/profile/12344879288584997352noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7106243651180719993.post-22811820620279062742008-02-13T08:32:00.000-08:002008-02-13T09:15:05.473-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QsNKCeKwcUg/R7MlYp4ZiVI/AAAAAAAAAAo/kmnYbmNtVVE/s1600-h/13-02-08_2326.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166514303013587282" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 202px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px" height="320" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QsNKCeKwcUg/R7MlYp4ZiVI/AAAAAAAAAAo/kmnYbmNtVVE/s320/13-02-08_2326.jpg" width="220" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Ah~I'm so happy!!!<br />He actually bought me a bouquet of flowers( pink rose) n a bottle of perfume...but then...I was so careless that I actually spoil e cap n ruin e whole thing!<br /><br />STUPID, STUPID, STUPID!!!<br /><br />I knew it was useless to say anything, but, i felt sooo...GUILTY.<br />Cos at that moment, I could actually feel the great disappointment in him... ...babe, I'm so sorry...</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7106243651180719993-2281182062027906274?l=missfel.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>sunnygirl:)http://www.blogger.com/profile/12344879288584997352noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7106243651180719993.post-15654550129504985402008-02-04T01:21:00.000-08:002008-02-04T01:44:00.619-08:00This morning, I felt so blue...cos my friend whom has actually promised to meet up with me, did not appear...she said she has mistaken our date with her dental appointment. ( supposingly to be on Wed, but she told me it's on Mon) At that moment, it was juz purely rage n sadness that has flooded my mind! A feeling of being cheated...a feeling of being...<br />I knew, maybe, it was really an unintentional act. So, i think, subconciously, i have ard forgiven her. But in e end, she got a scolding from my mum.<br /><br />I felt so BAD!!!<br /><br />When i heard her apology thr e phone, my heart actually aches...but i chose not to reply her in e call. Cos i really didn't noe wat to do...<br /><br />Actually, in fact, i can prevent her from getting e scolding, but...<br /><br />Dear friend, I'm SORRY.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7106243651180719993-1565455012950498540?l=missfel.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>sunnygirl:)http://www.blogger.com/profile/12344879288584997352noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7106243651180719993.post-3204992693069014962008-02-02T23:14:00.001-08:002008-02-02T23:31:45.730-08:00mmm...it's rainning again...<br />today, i've juz read jiun chyii's blog, n i really hav to admit it's very touching!<br />Indeed, if one line can change a story, why not we juz left it be unsaid..many a times, i always insist on saying hurtful things to my boyfriend...n he gets so hurt in e end...):<br />And i cry.<br />Perhaps, i was then too wilful n oblivious to his feelings.<br /><br />Baby, I'M SORRY!!!<br /><br />Sometimes, i really can't imagine where i will be if he hasn't stepped into my life, left helpless n cry. Maybe, crying has become a habit of my, n i'm addicted to it. I really just don't know WHY?!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7106243651180719993-320499269306901496?l=missfel.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>sunnygirl:)http://www.blogger.com/profile/12344879288584997352noreply@blogger.com0