<?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-4365979564096287406</id><updated>2011-12-15T11:04:29.169+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bendanx3benda</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakaassecret.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365979564096287406/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakaassecret.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Brendan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910229734898729850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6AI0hqjC5OU/StQ-c6j-YZI/AAAAAAAAADo/3klpCbWGv1I/S220/IMG_0177.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>88</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4365979564096287406.post-6374489886274140719</id><published>2010-06-01T07:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T07:20:35.771+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled</title><content type='html'>I think baby has changed quite alot since the last big quarrel, she isn't tat immature anymore, she dun throw silly temper, she dun abuse me and lastly she was very much a sweeter girl already. This is great cause she actually changed her bad habits! I actually thought of giving up on this relationship cause of the things i had to tolerate with. Hope her change will last for a long long time! Muacks! Love u baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4365979564096287406-6374489886274140719?l=bakaassecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakaassecret.blogspot.com/feeds/6374489886274140719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4365979564096287406&amp;postID=6374489886274140719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365979564096287406/posts/default/6374489886274140719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365979564096287406/posts/default/6374489886274140719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakaassecret.blogspot.com/2010/06/untitled.html' title='Untitled'/><author><name>Brendan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910229734898729850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6AI0hqjC5OU/StQ-c6j-YZI/AAAAAAAAADo/3klpCbWGv1I/S220/IMG_0177.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4365979564096287406.post-4417612064061673010</id><published>2010-04-30T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T00:23:55.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday, i went home very early cause our dept had gathering. I log onto yahoo and the 1st thing i saw was main news heading which read something like: "thousands of strangers and friends mourns over girl that suicide on facebook"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to clicked on it and this girl by the name of melissa toh came up. She's the girl who jumped off the building on 28th of april. Iogged onto my facebook and glanced through her memorial group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt very sad and devasted while browsing through each pictures and comments everyone wrote. Even though i do not know her but in my heart i felt this deep sense of pain over her death. I do not know what's going on, i saw all her pictures and drawings and i realised that she was a very talented girl. It's really a pity to see her gone like that, i froze for 10minutes in a daze trying to straighten out my feelings but i realised i can't. I became very emo over it, i think i'm going crazy soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know that melissa toh could actually cause a very big impact in my life.. I learnt how to treasure and appreciate my loved ones around me and spend alot of time with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really hope that the place that she's going to will be a better place. A place without sorrows, pain, loneliness and emptiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps: melissa, where ever you are. I hope that you are happy there. Even though i do not know you, but you cause a big impact on me. Hopefully i can get to know you in my next life. Carry on and be happy! This post is for you! Rest in peace!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4365979564096287406-4417612064061673010?l=bakaassecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakaassecret.blogspot.com/feeds/4417612064061673010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4365979564096287406&amp;postID=4417612064061673010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365979564096287406/posts/default/4417612064061673010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365979564096287406/posts/default/4417612064061673010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakaassecret.blogspot.com/2010/05/yesterday-i-went-home-very-early-cause.html' title=''/><author><name>Brendan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910229734898729850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6AI0hqjC5OU/StQ-c6j-YZI/AAAAAAAAADo/3klpCbWGv1I/S220/IMG_0177.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4365979564096287406.post-5782132235930221350</id><published>2009-11-24T06:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T06:29:20.472+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sigh~</title><content type='html'>My tittle says it all.. SIGH! I'll be enlisting in the army soon (dec 11th) hopefully I can spent more time with baby after i resign from working. Been very tired recently due to work and some quarrels here and there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this is the 2nd week that i haven't meet baby le cause she's been locking herself up and doing some recovery from her surgery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully i can meet baby on this friday! School wise i can say that it's fcuked up cause they did not ask me to retake my tests until when i checked them out after trinh they all received the graduation invitation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm only able to retake it when i'm in the army. :( fcuk u shatec!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently on my way to a 7am shift. I hate it when it's a 7am work! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4365979564096287406-5782132235930221350?l=bakaassecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakaassecret.blogspot.com/feeds/5782132235930221350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4365979564096287406&amp;postID=5782132235930221350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365979564096287406/posts/default/5782132235930221350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365979564096287406/posts/default/5782132235930221350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakaassecret.blogspot.com/2009/11/sigh.html' title='Sigh~'/><author><name>Brendan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910229734898729850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6AI0hqjC5OU/StQ-c6j-YZI/AAAAAAAAADo/3klpCbWGv1I/S220/IMG_0177.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4365979564096287406.post-5646505320681441686</id><published>2009-11-07T16:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T16:05:28.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Met up with baby today, actually mood was quite good. But all of a sudden it became bad for NO obvious reasons. -.- i of course played my part by trying to make her laugh and she was pinching and slapping my arm on the train when so many people are watching. We went to our favourite hawker center at chinese garden for bak kut teh, after that we were discussing abt maple and baby started to gl me for no reason! Due to insufficient sleep, i retaliated back and this caused baby to be unhappy all the way to her popo's house. ._. Wtf is wrong?! She has her temper and i have mine too! She loses her temper FREQUENTLY and i'll always make her laugh. Can't i just let go my temper oso? Zzz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4365979564096287406-5646505320681441686?l=bakaassecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakaassecret.blogspot.com/feeds/5646505320681441686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4365979564096287406&amp;postID=5646505320681441686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365979564096287406/posts/default/5646505320681441686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365979564096287406/posts/default/5646505320681441686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakaassecret.blogspot.com/2009/11/met-up-with-baby-today-actually-mood.html' title=''/><author><name>Brendan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910229734898729850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6AI0hqjC5OU/StQ-c6j-YZI/AAAAAAAAADo/3klpCbWGv1I/S220/IMG_0177.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4365979564096287406.post-2870371622936477561</id><published>2009-10-19T15:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T15:19:09.819+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd year anniversary</title><content type='html'>Baby and me went to the zoo last friday as a part of our 2nd year anniversary outing. It was raining heavily in the morning but luckily it stopped before we met, baby and me took a train to chua chu kang mrt station and transferred to a cab to zoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby was SO excited abt the zoo trip that she kept asking me to hurry up. We bought tickets and went into the zoo after we had our lunch at KFC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment we stepped into the zoo, baby immediately took out the N95 and started taking pictures! She took like 200+ pictures at the zoo until the fone died out on her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to watch 2 animal shows and went to the kids area in the northern part of the zoo. We fed the goats with vegetables and took pictures with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left the zoo at 5pm and we went to Jurong Point to do some grocery shopping as baby said she wanna cook for me. I don't really trust her cooking though. When we reached home, i prepared some ingredients for baby to cook but in the end i cooked 2 dishes and baby only cook the vegetables! :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really enjoyed the trip and the food baby cooked cause baby don't come over everyday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muacks! Baby thank you for the nice food that you've cooked and thank you for being there for me for the past 2 years! Although i did not get u any present this year, but it will be a belated one! I love you baby!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4365979564096287406-2870371622936477561?l=bakaassecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakaassecret.blogspot.com/feeds/2870371622936477561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4365979564096287406&amp;postID=2870371622936477561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365979564096287406/posts/default/2870371622936477561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365979564096287406/posts/default/2870371622936477561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakaassecret.blogspot.com/2009/10/2nd-year-anniversary.html' title='2nd year anniversary'/><author><name>Brendan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910229734898729850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6AI0hqjC5OU/StQ-c6j-YZI/AAAAAAAAADo/3klpCbWGv1I/S220/IMG_0177.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4365979564096287406.post-7479683103832069890</id><published>2009-10-01T16:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T17:34:50.509+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vietnam trip</title><content type='html'>Daniel and I embarked on our own journey to vietnam on the 23rd of september. But i woke up at 6.30am to pack some last minute clothes and went to meet baby for breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually i don't really feel comfortable going overseas without baby by my side, I was actually worrying that baby skip her meals, didn't eat well and stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met baby at around 9am and we went to mac for breakfast, at around 9.30 daniel called me and told me that he'll be late as he just woke up (oh well).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baby didn't send me to the airport, we departed after our breakfast. Guess baby don't wanna part with me bahs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are supposed to check in at around 10.50 but when I arrive at the airport it was already 11am, therefore daniel and I went over to do our check in immeidately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived at vietnam at around 2pm and the f**king custom officer chop the bloody passport in a bloody SLOW motion! he took like 10mins to chop 1 passport!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trinh and Minh arrived at the airport with their driver to fetch us to the hostel, everything was feeling very alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trinh and Minh treated us to most of the dinner and lunch there, we went to this place called Dalat on the 2nd day. The trip was a 10hour+ trip and we travelled like 500+ km to the place, it was really rewarding as dalat was very cooling. It's a very nice place with very nice weather and a lot of nice people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We visited a lot of places and on the 3rd night, we went to try out the duck egg which is almost fully developed. The was was a mixture of meat and salted egg, daniel wasn't really used to the egg and therefore he does not felt too good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bahn minh and the Pho there was VERY superb! it was so tasty that we had it as supper everynight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left vietnam with a lot of beautiful memories, I really wanna go back there when I have the chance. Most probably it will be when trinh and minh getting married bahs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ddn't write a lot cuz PICTURE speak a thousand words! i've posted all the pics on my facebook! go take a look! xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4365979564096287406-7479683103832069890?l=bakaassecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakaassecret.blogspot.com/feeds/7479683103832069890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4365979564096287406&amp;postID=7479683103832069890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365979564096287406/posts/default/7479683103832069890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365979564096287406/posts/default/7479683103832069890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakaassecret.blogspot.com/2009/10/vietnam-trip.html' title='Vietnam trip'/><author><name>Brendan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910229734898729850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6AI0hqjC5OU/StQ-c6j-YZI/AAAAAAAAADo/3klpCbWGv1I/S220/IMG_0177.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4365979564096287406.post-3038511152166184156</id><published>2009-08-17T01:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T01:12:05.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Walking</title><content type='html'>I'm wrting this entry as i'm walking home, juz like friday nite. I missed my last train back cuz i had final supper with nick, he's finishing his attachment already. Following on i took a bus back with mr. Zul, my ex WOP manager. On the bus, i didn't really noticed the couple behind us as they dun look a least bit familiar to me at 1st. But when mr. Zul fell asleep and i looked into the mirror's reflection den i noticed the guy. It's derrick, my old fren from sec sch. I dunno if he noticed about me or not but looking at him brought me back to the happy moments we once had. At the same time baby was smsing with me as she had trouble sleeping, i told her about me spraining my ankle and falling down. She immediately asked if i'm alright and stuffs, i can see that she's worried about me. She's actually been very worried and cared about me more than anyone else, juz tat she dun say it out loud. I really felt a mixture of feelings right now, dunno how to explain it. If i can, i would hug baby tightly and tell her that i love her. Even though we'll be seeing each other in less than 24 hours, but i can't help to miss her..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4365979564096287406-3038511152166184156?l=bakaassecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakaassecret.blogspot.com/feeds/3038511152166184156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4365979564096287406&amp;postID=3038511152166184156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365979564096287406/posts/default/3038511152166184156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365979564096287406/posts/default/3038511152166184156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakaassecret.blogspot.com/2009/08/walking.html' title='Walking'/><author><name>Brendan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910229734898729850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6AI0hqjC5OU/StQ-c6j-YZI/AAAAAAAAADo/3klpCbWGv1I/S220/IMG_0177.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4365979564096287406.post-480425614744269850</id><published>2009-08-13T03:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T03:51:25.811+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fire</title><content type='html'>Is it a prize for staying up late at night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just witnessed a carpark fire at my block's carpatk! It happened at around 3am when i was about to sleep, i smell smoke coming from the carpark, i went to the window and i looked down. I saw thick black smoke coming from 2nd level of the carpark! Soon after that, police and firemen came. They went up to the scene and started to put out the fire, i could hear 4 bangs coming from the car. I think it must be the tires caught fire den exploded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was watcing all the way until the fire was put out, by then alot of the resident had already woken up and went down to check on their vehicle. Time for bed man! I'll go down and look at the mess myself tomorrow, it's been an exciting night for me! What about u? Is your night exciting as well? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4365979564096287406-480425614744269850?l=bakaassecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakaassecret.blogspot.com/feeds/480425614744269850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4365979564096287406&amp;postID=480425614744269850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365979564096287406/posts/default/480425614744269850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365979564096287406/posts/default/480425614744269850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakaassecret.blogspot.com/2009/08/fire.html' title='Fire'/><author><name>Brendan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910229734898729850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6AI0hqjC5OU/StQ-c6j-YZI/AAAAAAAAADo/3klpCbWGv1I/S220/IMG_0177.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4365979564096287406.post-6067741432456106175</id><published>2009-08-12T01:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T01:46:55.555+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Count Down</title><content type='html'>Very soon it'll be my last day working in Holiday Inn Park View, it's like less than a month away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno if I should be happy or sad, I spent 1 year of my life there and I met people from all walks of life there, I went to my 1st funeral (not counting my grandparent's), I had many many more 1st times there and I really really enjoyed working with everyone there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working makes me realised that I'm not the greatest, there's always someone who is greater than me, someone who is smarter than me and these makes me wanna learnt more from them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also found my target and my goal there, to reach Jagdeep Thakral's position. (If you guys do not know who he is, he's my ex F&amp;amp;B director, he's a great man who has a lot of strict rles and high expections. He's now in Holiday Inn Penang as a Residence Manager) That's where's I wanna go and that's who I wanna be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talked to baby this afternoon about savings and stuffs, she actually calculated how long will we take to get married. she based on a 1k income and a 60k+ wedding budget and this is what she got- getting married when she's 26 (which is like 10years time)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THAT WAS A NO WAY MAN! I'm not getting married at 30+! I wanna get married b around 25! Therefore I arrived at a conclusion, I'll work very hard and save a lot so that we can get married at 25. smart eh? =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People might think that i'm crazy or what but i dun care, who can find someone that loves him so easily?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although baby is violent, pampered, likes to throw tantrum, blur blur, silly, UNROMANTIC and loves to scold me, but I love her for who she is. I never regret falling in love with her since day 1. Nobody is perfect, there's always flaw in everyone else. She can be unromantic, she can dun say the 3 word often and she can act as if I'm not important at all. But 1 thing i know is she uses her kind of way to tell me that he cared and loves me a lot, I meant everything to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps she's not that expressive as I am but I still can feel it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muacks baby. I.L.Y&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4365979564096287406-6067741432456106175?l=bakaassecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakaassecret.blogspot.com/feeds/6067741432456106175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4365979564096287406&amp;postID=6067741432456106175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365979564096287406/posts/default/6067741432456106175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365979564096287406/posts/default/6067741432456106175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakaassecret.blogspot.com/2009/08/count-down.html' title='Count Down'/><author><name>Brendan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910229734898729850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6AI0hqjC5OU/StQ-c6j-YZI/AAAAAAAAADo/3klpCbWGv1I/S220/IMG_0177.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4365979564096287406.post-6187448466690569665</id><published>2009-08-10T04:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T18:47:44.837+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random at 4.20am</title><content type='html'>I'm supposed to be sleeping, but i'm not a least bit tired! Anyways, i stumbled upon this on yvonne's fren's blog:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ever EVER use maybe as an excuse. -That's how i see it from my point of view cause too many people uses MAYBE as an excuse to run away from things. It's like bullshit once u used too many times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's cause it's only gonna be Friday in four more days.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's cause this weekend is gonna be crazy.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's cause you weren't responsive at all.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's cause I think about you just by a simple remark that sounds like what you've said to me once.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's cause walking down a certain path makes me remember.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's cause I'm disappointed in how you're treating me.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's cause I've grown tired of doing all the work.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's cause I still have much more work to finish.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's cause I don't like people thinking that I assume I'm all that when I don't.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's cause I don't trust you.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's cause I miss you coming home.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's cause I can't even bring myself to ask you why you're gone.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's cause you speak to me at all the wrong times.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's cause you gave me an unhappy vibe.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's cause you didn't bother saying hello.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's cause you never cared to ask how I was doing.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's cause I feel as though I'm doing all the giving and you're just taking and taking and taking.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's cause you guys pushed it too far today.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's cause I'm not honest at times.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's cause I don't know what to feel right now.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's cause I'm psyching myself out.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's cause today started out pretty bad.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's cause I'm tired.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's cause I feel really lost, confused and alone right now.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's cause I don't like being in dilemmas.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's cause I'm making a big fuss out of nothing at all.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's cause we haven't gotten the time to practise for our performance yet.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's cause I'm worried for you, and I want to do something for you, but I just can't figure out what just yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's cause this is all bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't look back&lt;br /&gt;cause I just might give in&lt;br /&gt;and start falling for you again."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4365979564096287406-6187448466690569665?l=bakaassecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakaassecret.blogspot.com/feeds/6187448466690569665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4365979564096287406&amp;postID=6187448466690569665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365979564096287406/posts/default/6187448466690569665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365979564096287406/posts/default/6187448466690569665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakaassecret.blogspot.com/2009/08/random-at-420am.html' title='Random at 4.20am'/><author><name>Brendan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910229734898729850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6AI0hqjC5OU/StQ-c6j-YZI/AAAAAAAAADo/3klpCbWGv1I/S220/IMG_0177.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4365979564096287406.post-2909410458437388427</id><published>2009-08-09T21:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T21:09:03.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;R.A.N.D.O.M&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Something which I saw on wen's blog and seems to be taken in by it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a lil truth behind every "just kidding".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There's a lil curiosity behind every "just wondering".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There's a lil knowledge behind every "i don't know".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There's a lil something behind every "nothing".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4365979564096287406-2909410458437388427?l=bakaassecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakaassecret.blogspot.com/feeds/2909410458437388427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4365979564096287406&amp;postID=2909410458437388427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365979564096287406/posts/default/2909410458437388427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365979564096287406/posts/default/2909410458437388427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakaassecret.blogspot.com/2009/08/random.html' title='random'/><author><name>Brendan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910229734898729850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6AI0hqjC5OU/StQ-c6j-YZI/AAAAAAAAADo/3klpCbWGv1I/S220/IMG_0177.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4365979564096287406.post-3473906293312010118</id><published>2009-08-09T20:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T20:30:59.312+08:00</updated><title type='text'>National Day</title><content type='html'>sians.. It's national day and i'm trapped in a confined space with no windows or any transparent object that can let me look out the sky. I'm not being held captive don't worry, I'm just being held up at work..but i can't deny the fact that.. IT'S NATIONAL DAY! I'M BY RIGHT SUPPOSE TO CELEBRATE WITH BABY AT MARINA WATCHING FIREWORKS JUST LIKE LAST YEAR! BUT WHAT THE F#$K AM I DOING AT HOLIDAY INN PARK VIEW?! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss going to NDP with baby, awwww.. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was talking to yvonne via company phone, over the background I could hear the plane fly pass! shit man! i can't even hear a shit in this confined box! =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4365979564096287406-3473906293312010118?l=bakaassecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakaassecret.blogspot.com/feeds/3473906293312010118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4365979564096287406&amp;postID=3473906293312010118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365979564096287406/posts/default/3473906293312010118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365979564096287406/posts/default/3473906293312010118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakaassecret.blogspot.com/2009/08/national-day.html' title='National Day'/><author><name>Brendan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910229734898729850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6AI0hqjC5OU/StQ-c6j-YZI/AAAAAAAAADo/3klpCbWGv1I/S220/IMG_0177.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4365979564096287406.post-1551369035454878132</id><published>2009-08-03T03:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T03:03:09.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday &amp; today</title><content type='html'>I was working ytd when i decided to call baby, when talking to her, i realised that she was crying and something was wrong. She was drinking obviously, i gt so panicked tat i called nite immediately to locate her. Nite found baby at pasir ris park and by tat time i was about to leave the hotel already. I told "mum" tat i had something urgent to attend to, she asked me wad happened and i explained to her. She immediately told me to finish my work den go off quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While doing my work, thoughts ran through my mind. Y was baby so drunk and crying? What happened? Y she didn't tell me anything at all? I was typing and trembling, i even lost my temper an shouted at some of those chamber maida over the fone. Once again "mum" asked me to get a hold of myself and think on the bright side..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But baby was fucking drunk and i dunno wad will happened to her. How to look on the bright side?? Baby told me dun come and she was fucking drunk, i couldn't really make out what was happening. All i noe tat is i'm worried sick, i boke down while talking to baby over the fone. When i came out, "mum" asked me wad happened and i told her. She comforted me and asked me to take it easy, i finally calmed myself down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that i called baby and she had difficulties breathing and she feel like throwing up. I immediate told her to take a rest. Those questions kept appearing in my mind for a long time until i got home, at around 2 am, baby sms me feeling much more sober now. She saod that she was very hot, i knew that her hangover kicked in already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up very early this morning and rushed over to see baby, thinkin that she will be hungry after throwing up so many times, i bought her some da ba bao. I sat down there thinking about the questions and i was thinking that the things that she said when drunk was not true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; i finally saw baby but she juz seems like nothing happened at all. The moment i saw her, i finally had a sense of relieve. We had some chat and i left at 1.45 for community service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hais.. Guess i wasn't as strong as before, u noe when u already had the girl tat u wanna live with for life and suddenly she gave u a big shock. The feeling, i really can't take it. Baby is very deary to me, i simply can't live without her. Even though she always scold, pinch and bite me. But i never once hated her, in fact i love her more and more. She really became part of my life, something that i can't live without. Just like air..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even ling and other of my exs dun come anywhere closer as compared to baby..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby nxt time please dun scare me anymore. I really can't imagine 1 day without u.. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you baby. Muacks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4365979564096287406-1551369035454878132?l=bakaassecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakaassecret.blogspot.com/feeds/1551369035454878132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4365979564096287406&amp;postID=1551369035454878132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365979564096287406/posts/default/1551369035454878132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365979564096287406/posts/default/1551369035454878132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakaassecret.blogspot.com/2009/08/yesterday-today.html' title='Yesterday &amp;amp; today'/><author><name>Brendan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910229734898729850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6AI0hqjC5OU/StQ-c6j-YZI/AAAAAAAAADo/3klpCbWGv1I/S220/IMG_0177.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4365979564096287406.post-2081954302272121169</id><published>2009-08-01T02:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T02:06:01.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy day!!</title><content type='html'>i woke up this morning feeling abit funny, i sat down at the com trying to fix it for damn long but it can't work..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den i suddenly have this urge to meet baby, my intuition tells me if i dun do it now den i'll regret forever. I immediately ran to shower and dress up, after that i ran out of the house. i wanted to get roses for baby but i remembered hw much she hate flowers, i decided to get her chocolate instead. I reached pasir ris at 12noon and i immediately went to get chocolates. After that i cab down to baby's sch as i dun wanna waste time. I reached there juz 10 mins before her sch ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stand there anxiously thinking abt wad baby will say. I finally saw baby walking towards me at 12.35. I can't help but to smile stipidly at her. Man i really miss baby! I immediate gave baby the chocolates and sent baby home before goin to work. Of course in between there's alot of things happened, but i wun tell u! It's our secret! My intuition was right! Baby isn't angry at me anymore!! Weee!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love u baby!! Muackss muacksss muacks!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4365979564096287406-2081954302272121169?l=bakaassecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakaassecret.blogspot.com/feeds/2081954302272121169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4365979564096287406&amp;postID=2081954302272121169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365979564096287406/posts/default/2081954302272121169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365979564096287406/posts/default/2081954302272121169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakaassecret.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-day.html' title='Happy day!!'/><author><name>Brendan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910229734898729850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6AI0hqjC5OU/StQ-c6j-YZI/AAAAAAAAADo/3klpCbWGv1I/S220/IMG_0177.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4365979564096287406.post-6473599014109471409</id><published>2009-07-31T01:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T01:59:33.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Talking</title><content type='html'>Hi mr. Bloggie! It's nearly 2am and i'm still on here! Today baby finally replied me after 24hours+ de cold war le. Finally found out that she's alright!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's better than nothing! U noe i was so happy tat i told my frens abt it!! I practically announce it to everyone! Awwww~ i really miss bab y alot ner! T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i came home, showered and i "talked" to baby. Well it's nt real de baby, i was talking to the diary. I knew how sweet she is and how much i neeed. T.T baby please dun ignore le. Wuuwuuwuu! I love u dear.. Time to orh oiink! Muacks!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4365979564096287406-6473599014109471409?l=bakaassecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakaassecret.blogspot.com/feeds/6473599014109471409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4365979564096287406&amp;postID=6473599014109471409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365979564096287406/posts/default/6473599014109471409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365979564096287406/posts/default/6473599014109471409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakaassecret.blogspot.com/2009/07/talking.html' title='Talking'/><author><name>Brendan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910229734898729850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6AI0hqjC5OU/StQ-c6j-YZI/AAAAAAAAADo/3klpCbWGv1I/S220/IMG_0177.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4365979564096287406.post-573317696071122840</id><published>2009-07-30T20:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T20:44:04.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>missing you.</title><content type='html'>I really missed baby alot..hais..y do things turn out this way? I didn't meant to ignore baby at all..it's already been more than 24 hours and all i heard from her is saying me annoying.. it really hurts me alot. hais..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't sleep, barely eaten anything at all, i even cried during work. everyone thought that i'm suffering from mental breakdown or something. Hais, all i want is baby dun ignore me anymore..I really can't take it when the girl i love the most ignore me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now i composed a song based on yuan liang wo by xiao jing teng, but it didn't turn out as I had expected..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hais i really dun feel like working anymore..it's worst to be here..I rather die now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baby, If you can see this, please forgive me. It's been 24hrs already, i really miss u a lot. i really can't do anything without you. You really meant a lot to me. i'm really sorry baby, please forgive me. I will do anything for u to forgive me because I really can't live without u. everybody can ignore me i can dun give a shit about them but u can't. You are my precious loved one, my best friend, my soulmate. U are my EVERYTHING! please! I'm feeling very miserable. hais..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4365979564096287406-573317696071122840?l=bakaassecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakaassecret.blogspot.com/feeds/573317696071122840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4365979564096287406&amp;postID=573317696071122840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365979564096287406/posts/default/573317696071122840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365979564096287406/posts/default/573317696071122840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakaassecret.blogspot.com/2009/07/missing-you.html' title='missing you.'/><author><name>Brendan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910229734898729850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6AI0hqjC5OU/StQ-c6j-YZI/AAAAAAAAADo/3klpCbWGv1I/S220/IMG_0177.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4365979564096287406.post-7363687222767873965</id><published>2009-07-30T00:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T00:37:19.482+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prata</title><content type='html'>Just came back from prata with cube, along the way i realised that i can't used to goin out with other girls. All i think of is baby, man how i wish baby is here with me now..hais.. Now there's a song that can describe my feeling. Thinking of you by katy perry. I really dun feel the same with other girls, in fact i felt very uncomfortable. Hais.. If only baby knew about it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby if u DO read my blog please read the below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BABY I REALLY NEED YOU IN MY LIFE! I really dunno what to do without you! Everytime when you ignore me i'll feel very terrible, miserable and horrible. It's just like dying, loneliness and emptiness. Hais..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4365979564096287406-7363687222767873965?l=bakaassecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakaassecret.blogspot.com/feeds/7363687222767873965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4365979564096287406&amp;postID=7363687222767873965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365979564096287406/posts/default/7363687222767873965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365979564096287406/posts/default/7363687222767873965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakaassecret.blogspot.com/2009/07/prata.html' title='Prata'/><author><name>Brendan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910229734898729850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6AI0hqjC5OU/StQ-c6j-YZI/AAAAAAAAADo/3klpCbWGv1I/S220/IMG_0177.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4365979564096287406.post-5722325423933851321</id><published>2009-07-29T22:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T22:55:40.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Commando</title><content type='html'>I woke up at 5am yesterday with only 4hrs of sleep the day before. i went to pasir ris for my vocation test. I was still very blur due to lack of sleep. Took a cab down after alighting from pasir ris station and the uncle dies nt noe hw to go there. When he finally figured it out, it's already 7.10 i quickly rush out of the cab and went to the guard house for reporting. To my surprise it's a commando school! Which meant tat it's a commando's selection! I'm chosen to do the job! We did some exercise to determine our fitness lvl. At first i was very reluctant to join commando but baby supported me! Nw i think it wun be so bad after all! Hopefully i'll be chosen man! I went to meet baby and we had dinner together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today i went out to meet baby and we had lunch together, after that we went to catch harry potter. It's a bloody lame show with no ending..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we walked to the interchange from ehub, on the way we played and baby bent my middle finger. It was quite painful, aft that i kept quiet for a moment cuz was adepting to the pain..aft that baby ignore me already.. I really didn't noe wad i did which caused her to be so angry and ignore me..even my sms and calls..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hais..i'm really sorry for not talking baby..dun angry with me le please.. T.T 别生笨笨的老公的气了呢。我很想你呢。i love u baby.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4365979564096287406-5722325423933851321?l=bakaassecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakaassecret.blogspot.com/feeds/5722325423933851321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4365979564096287406&amp;postID=5722325423933851321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365979564096287406/posts/default/5722325423933851321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365979564096287406/posts/default/5722325423933851321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakaassecret.blogspot.com/2009/07/commando.html' title='Commando'/><author><name>Brendan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910229734898729850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6AI0hqjC5OU/StQ-c6j-YZI/AAAAAAAAADo/3klpCbWGv1I/S220/IMG_0177.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4365979564096287406.post-6203920268906428051</id><published>2009-07-27T01:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T01:04:25.172+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The previous post is a video i came across on the net, it showed how much food we've been wasting and how much kids really depending on those food that we can't finish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really felt damn fortunate compared to them man, STOP WASTING FOOD GUYS!~ EAT WHAT U CAN! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muacks~ x33 baby always.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4365979564096287406-6203920268906428051?l=bakaassecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakaassecret.blogspot.com/feeds/6203920268906428051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4365979564096287406&amp;postID=6203920268906428051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365979564096287406/posts/default/6203920268906428051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365979564096287406/posts/default/6203920268906428051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakaassecret.blogspot.com/2009/07/previous-post-is-video-i-came-across-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Brendan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910229734898729850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6AI0hqjC5OU/StQ-c6j-YZI/AAAAAAAAADo/3klpCbWGv1I/S220/IMG_0177.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4365979564096287406.post-4395246336293417288</id><published>2009-07-27T00:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T00:47:14.441+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Culture Unplugged Video</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTI*ODYyNjgwNDA5MyZwdD*xMjQ4NjI2ODUzMzU5JnA9MjY4ODkxJmQ9Jm49YmxvZ2dlciZnPTEmbz1mNzdiMjcyOGNhMzI*YzFlYTZhODgyNjE5YjY*YWUyNSZvZj*w.gif" /&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.cultureunplugged.com/swf/embedplayer.swf" flashvars="video=http://cdn.cultureunplugged.com/lg/CHICKEN_ALA_CARTE.flv&amp;m=1081&amp;u=0&amp;thumb=http://cdn.cultureunplugged.com/thumbnails/lg/1081.jpg&amp;sURL=http://www.cultureunplugged.com&amp;title=Chicken a la Carte&amp;from=Ferdinand Dimadura" width="400" height="300" quality="high" salign="b" allowScriptAccess="always" allowFullScreen="true" name="cultureUnpluggedPlayer" align="middle" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" &gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top:5px;text-align:center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cultureunplugged.com/play/1081/Chicken-a la Carte" target="_blank"&gt;View this movie at cultureunplugged.com&lt;/a&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/4365979564096287406-4395246336293417288?l=bakaassecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakaassecret.blogspot.com/feeds/4395246336293417288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4365979564096287406&amp;postID=4395246336293417288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365979564096287406/posts/default/4395246336293417288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365979564096287406/posts/default/4395246336293417288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakaassecret.blogspot.com/2009/07/culture-unplugged-video.html' title='Culture Unplugged Video'/><author><name>Brendan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910229734898729850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6AI0hqjC5OU/StQ-c6j-YZI/AAAAAAAAADo/3klpCbWGv1I/S220/IMG_0177.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4365979564096287406.post-2425579254024961240</id><published>2009-07-19T01:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T01:42:19.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anniversary</title><content type='html'>Today's anniversary was very sweet, i managed to surprised baby with my porridge. I called it 开心粥 cuz when baby is sick all she has to do is eat this porridge and she'll feel 10001% better! She was so happy to eat the porridge o cooked for her! As long as baby is happy, i'm happy too! After that i met daniel and went to fauziah's wedding, we saw sandryne wore a kimono! So kawai neh! :D we ate alot of food until we can barely swallow any! After the wedding? We went to american club and played ping pong, that was so cool! It's like way better than the club i had! -.- we stayed there till 5 and we headed for home. I went to meet up with baby instead and we had fish soup and porridge for dinner, baby suggested to walk to white sands which was pretty far. But i agreed cuz i need some serious digestion, really enjoyed the walk very much. 1st time walk so farr with baby lehs! Muacks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If ppl were to ask me hw happy i am ranging from 1 to 100, i'll definitely give more than 100!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby ty for such wonderful anniversary today! Muacks! I love you! x333&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4365979564096287406-2425579254024961240?l=bakaassecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakaassecret.blogspot.com/feeds/2425579254024961240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4365979564096287406&amp;postID=2425579254024961240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365979564096287406/posts/default/2425579254024961240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365979564096287406/posts/default/2425579254024961240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakaassecret.blogspot.com/2009/07/anniversary.html' title='Anniversary'/><author><name>Brendan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910229734898729850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6AI0hqjC5OU/StQ-c6j-YZI/AAAAAAAAADo/3klpCbWGv1I/S220/IMG_0177.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4365979564096287406.post-7345253469019036267</id><published>2009-07-18T01:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T01:55:14.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick</title><content type='html'>Relax~ i'm not sick! It's baby who's sick! :D baby told me that she's feeling unwell today, i was feeling kinda worried. So i drop the thought of bringing baby to fauziah's wedding tomorrow. I thought for quite some time and wanted to surprise baby as it was our anniversary, i decided to cook porridge and bring it to her! It's my 1st rime cooking porridge for anyone! (isn't she lucky?!) i think better than striking 4D! :x i've already put the porridge in the slow cooker le, hopefully it'll do some magic! Tomorrow i'll be goin to get some minced meat and put in the porridge!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy anniversary my baobeii princess!!! Even though we can't celebrate but i still gt surprise for u!! Muacks! I noe u wun come this blog de!! I love u dear!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4365979564096287406-7345253469019036267?l=bakaassecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakaassecret.blogspot.com/feeds/7345253469019036267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4365979564096287406&amp;postID=7345253469019036267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365979564096287406/posts/default/7345253469019036267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365979564096287406/posts/default/7345253469019036267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakaassecret.blogspot.com/2009/07/sick.html' title='Sick'/><author><name>Brendan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910229734898729850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6AI0hqjC5OU/StQ-c6j-YZI/AAAAAAAAADo/3klpCbWGv1I/S220/IMG_0177.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4365979564096287406.post-9160691965859765829</id><published>2009-07-17T01:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T01:17:04.317+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 1</title><content type='html'>Today totally suck! Wanted to go to do some charity work at metha school but en up didn't go cuz carol was sick again and i have to go back and cover ALL the clerk job. ._."' pretty stupid, the best part. My boss can even called my fren and asked her how i reacted! Pretty fucked up i noe! Damn fucker! Zzzz.. Anyways nth special happened today, back to my lame clerk job with the lame boss..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After work i got home and the same feeling overwhelmed me again. Quiet, lost and lonely. Perhaps this feelings gonna last till a week. Until i got used to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very big thank you baby for encouraging me with all the sweet words tay u replied me this morning. Knowing that i will get woke up by my nokia n95, u smsed me on my iphone instead. Muacks! That's super sweet of u my dear! x333 muacks! I love you!   &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4365979564096287406-9160691965859765829?l=bakaassecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakaassecret.blogspot.com/feeds/9160691965859765829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4365979564096287406&amp;postID=9160691965859765829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365979564096287406/posts/default/9160691965859765829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365979564096287406/posts/default/9160691965859765829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakaassecret.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-1.html' title='Day 1'/><author><name>Brendan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910229734898729850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6AI0hqjC5OU/StQ-c6j-YZI/AAAAAAAAADo/3klpCbWGv1I/S220/IMG_0177.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4365979564096287406.post-3457008023884583223</id><published>2009-07-16T01:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T01:26:57.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sending off</title><content type='html'>What my mum told me was true. I felt damn sad aft i reached home today realizing that my sis is now on the plane to australia for 1yr and a half. I didnt managed to send her off as i'm working, all i did was sent her an sms asking her to take care of herself. We've actually been fighting and quarreling for the past few years and we didn't talk to each other. But i felt so not used to it when she's not around. I remembered back in school days we used to be in the same school and i'll always talked to her rudely in front of her frens, perhaps to show them tat i'm her brother. But come to think of it, i felt very stupid! I think i took the "caring" in a wrong way. I remembered when i was in primary 6, i broke my arm the day before PSLE and was admitted to hospital. My sis cried the moment her teacher broke the news to her. When i came home at night she saw my cast and acted as if nothing happened. But on her face it clearly showed the worried look. I was certainly too young to understand it way back then.. I told baby (with MORE contents of course) about how i felt and stuffs. But i'm wondering if she'll read and said anything as she's already asleep by now. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby i'm really feeling very lousy.. I'm gonna miss her badly!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4365979564096287406-3457008023884583223?l=bakaassecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakaassecret.blogspot.com/feeds/3457008023884583223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4365979564096287406&amp;postID=3457008023884583223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365979564096287406/posts/default/3457008023884583223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365979564096287406/posts/default/3457008023884583223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakaassecret.blogspot.com/2009/07/sending-off.html' title='Sending off'/><author><name>Brendan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910229734898729850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6AI0hqjC5OU/StQ-c6j-YZI/AAAAAAAAADo/3klpCbWGv1I/S220/IMG_0177.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4365979564096287406.post-3398519678651081418</id><published>2009-07-11T23:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T23:40:15.404+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boring~ boring~</title><content type='html'>Yawns~ today's feeling damn tired. X.x perhaps is cuz stayed up late with daniel last nite. Baby smsed me at around 1.45 tellin me that she haven go to popo house cuz of her mum. She asked me dun talk abt it and dun provoke her today as she was nt feeling well. I agreed to it and didn't really go bother her until she replied my sms. Just now she smsed me and we were playing for awhile. Seems like her mood was quite good after all. But after awhile she stopped smsing me le. Back to the boring way till i gt home. X.x oh ya!! Tomorrow i'll b having dinner with my family as my sis will b goin to aust for studies. She wun b back for like 1 and half year, our relationship got a bit better after all these yrs of cold war. I guess we grown up to b more mature already. We started to have small conversations when dad's around. I think i'm so gonna miss her! Although we've been having cold war but she still my sis after all right? 兄妹间哪有隔夜仇. Besides we only lived once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps: i wonder if anyone's been reading my blog? It's like so ulu and my chat box is being flooded by all the advertising spam. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muacks! I &lt;3 u baby!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4365979564096287406-3398519678651081418?l=bakaassecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakaassecret.blogspot.com/feeds/3398519678651081418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4365979564096287406&amp;postID=3398519678651081418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365979564096287406/posts/default/3398519678651081418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365979564096287406/posts/default/3398519678651081418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakaassecret.blogspot.com/2009/07/boring-boring.html' title='Boring~ boring~'/><author><name>Brendan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910229734898729850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6AI0hqjC5OU/StQ-c6j-YZI/AAAAAAAAADo/3klpCbWGv1I/S220/IMG_0177.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4365979564096287406.post-3258601406246297167</id><published>2009-07-11T00:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T00:53:54.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exciting</title><content type='html'>Today's work was fking busy!! Almost every night i have to work like mad!! Omg! T.T but i'm left with 1more month b4 i'm officially discharge from holiday inn. Today is my 2nd time stayin here with daniel in the hotel as ah kham do not wanna stay. Therefore i took her room and stay!! Wahahahahahahas! We're gonna rock the place down! Hopefully nobody come for a party crashing! My relationship with baby was still very good despite some quarrels in between but we're still very loving! Thanks to baby, i can tahan for so long in my attachments! If not i'll be giving up long ago le. Muacks i love u girl! I'm bloody looking forward to my 2yrs anniversary with baby! It'll b damn fun! Woooo~ i think i muz go prepare for the anniversary le! Oh well! Time to take a comfortable bath! Cya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby i love u a million!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4365979564096287406-3258601406246297167?l=bakaassecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakaassecret.blogspot.com/feeds/3258601406246297167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4365979564096287406&amp;postID=3258601406246297167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365979564096287406/posts/default/3258601406246297167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365979564096287406/posts/default/3258601406246297167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakaassecret.blogspot.com/2009/07/exciting.html' title='Exciting'/><author><name>Brendan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910229734898729850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6AI0hqjC5OU/StQ-c6j-YZI/AAAAAAAAADo/3klpCbWGv1I/S220/IMG_0177.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4365979564096287406.post-739251103652208605</id><published>2009-04-17T22:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T22:47:52.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HERE ARE THE PICS WE TOOK! xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6AI0hqjC5OU/SeiVJLZSp9I/AAAAAAAAADY/wYUb8mdpxHQ/s1600-h/10042009131.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6AI0hqjC5OU/SeiVJLZSp9I/AAAAAAAAADY/wYUb8mdpxHQ/s320/10042009131.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325670544275843026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;MMMMM~ See So nice~ awwww~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6AI0hqjC5OU/SeiT9A-wAMI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Eo7-3HZiEVs/s1600-h/10042009123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6AI0hqjC5OU/SeiT9A-wAMI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Eo7-3HZiEVs/s320/10042009123.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325669235810107586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;weeee~ I love Cake Cutting! x333&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6AI0hqjC5OU/SeiT80A42TI/AAAAAAAAADI/n0O7GQ_Oebg/s1600-h/10042009122.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6AI0hqjC5OU/SeiT80A42TI/AAAAAAAAADI/n0O7GQ_Oebg/s320/10042009122.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325669232329414962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Another of me cutting CAKE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6AI0hqjC5OU/SeiT8skHO8I/AAAAAAAAADA/0r43o4FyZnc/s1600-h/10042009121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6AI0hqjC5OU/SeiT8skHO8I/AAAAAAAAADA/0r43o4FyZnc/s320/10042009121.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325669230329674690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Now's ah wei de turn to cut cake le!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6AI0hqjC5OU/SeiT8WQLiDI/AAAAAAAAAC4/nfDJv75iq7Q/s1600-h/10042009120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6AI0hqjC5OU/SeiT8WQLiDI/AAAAAAAAAC4/nfDJv75iq7Q/s320/10042009120.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325669224340490290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;weeee~ this birthday is the B.E.S.T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6AI0hqjC5OU/SeiT8JtcoqI/AAAAAAAAACw/_NG4hGDAr3I/s1600-h/10042009108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6AI0hqjC5OU/SeiT8JtcoqI/AAAAAAAAACw/_NG4hGDAr3I/s320/10042009108.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325669220973585058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This pic was taken at Fish &amp;amp; Co @ IMM~ my 1st celebration of the day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6AI0hqjC5OU/SeiWKI9Z3BI/AAAAAAAAADg/4HYkVAUpgMg/s1600-h/10042009125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6AI0hqjC5OU/SeiWKI9Z3BI/AAAAAAAAADg/4HYkVAUpgMg/s320/10042009125.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325671660313500690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;OMG! Ah Wei wanna kill me! she's JEALOUS of the CAKE! =X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4365979564096287406-739251103652208605?l=bakaassecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakaassecret.blogspot.com/feeds/739251103652208605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4365979564096287406&amp;postID=739251103652208605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365979564096287406/posts/default/739251103652208605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365979564096287406/posts/default/739251103652208605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakaassecret.blogspot.com/2009/04/here-are-pics-we-took-xd-mmmmm-see-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Brendan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910229734898729850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6AI0hqjC5OU/StQ-c6j-YZI/AAAAAAAAADo/3klpCbWGv1I/S220/IMG_0177.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6AI0hqjC5OU/SeiVJLZSp9I/AAAAAAAAADY/wYUb8mdpxHQ/s72-c/10042009131.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4365979564096287406.post-7754417193601755316</id><published>2009-04-11T11:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T22:34:44.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;WEEEE~ My birthday is the GRRRRREEEEEAAAAATTTTTEEESSSSTTTTT! Got SOOOOOOO many suprise especially is from baby! xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I went out with my family in the afternoon for a birthday lunch, got a cake and a ellesse watch from marmie! xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Then I went out with my new watch to fetch baby up at her place. As baby will be late, I told ah wei that we postpone the time to 4.30.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I met baby at her place, she was carrying a BIG bag! It looked like she was trying to run away from home! =X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;She told me that she will be going to popo house tmr to take care of her cousins, therefore she bring such a BIG bag out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;While on the way to MRT station, baby took out a big yellow mini toons plastic bag. Inside is a present and a card from my dearest baby! so sweet hor? =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;After we met up with ah wei, we went to town for our cake and the reservation I made at sakura!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;we reached sakura at 6.40 and we stayed there all the way to nearly 10! omg! FAT SIOL! =X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;baby and ah wei celebrated my birthday for me and we also celebrated ah wei's birthday tgt as both our birthday happened to be in the same month.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;After that we went to watch Shinjuku Incident at cineleisure, before the show start we went to take some pictures on the neoprint machine or wadever u call it. =X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The show was DAMN nice but baby kept saying that the show was veri gory and violent. It's her 1st NC16 movie though, can't blame her. =X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;After the show, ah wei decided to go home and we sent her to take NR7 home. After that baby and I took a ROMANTIC 2 person bus trip home on NR5. VERI SWEET NEH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Baby came to my house and we open alot of present! weeee! the present baby gave so unique and the card is so sweet~ Dun worry, i wun tell u all wad issit about! lalalalalalas! onli baby write for me de leh! onli I can SEE! xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4365979564096287406-7754417193601755316?l=bakaassecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakaassecret.blogspot.com/feeds/7754417193601755316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4365979564096287406&amp;postID=7754417193601755316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365979564096287406/posts/default/7754417193601755316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365979564096287406/posts/default/7754417193601755316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakaassecret.blogspot.com/2009/04/weeee-my-birthday-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Brendan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910229734898729850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6AI0hqjC5OU/StQ-c6j-YZI/AAAAAAAAADo/3klpCbWGv1I/S220/IMG_0177.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4365979564096287406.post-5771763062741838428</id><published>2009-04-10T01:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T01:46:38.008+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Today is my 21st birthday, but i'm not happy at all..I used to be happy.. tat was before 12 midnight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;juz now while on the way home, I kept looking at the time on my fone. From 11.30-12 midnight, FOOLISHLY thinking that baby will sms/call me and wish me happy birthday. I'm so damn wrong, she didn't..I dun get hurt when nobody sms me and wish me. but i got hurt deeply when baby nvr wish me AT ALL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;When i got home i called her aft my shower, we chatted and i asked her to wish me happy birthday. she dun wan, ppl's birthday wishes is no nid ask de. mine, I ASKED BABY FOR IT! so THICK SKIN! but still I nvr even get it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;hais..veri disappointed and sad..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;den i onli jokingly told baby to "pagolf" den she hang up on me. we ended up with quarrels..ON MY BIRTHDAY! YAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;hais..i feel like killing myself now..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;she keep saying that she's tired, but tired of wad? I'm like always letting her doing wad she wanted and wadever she dun like i dun do it. is that wrong? Does she even think in my position?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;and she still nvr even bother to come here and see if i wrote something. hais.. she forget everything abt this blog le..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;she changed 360 degress and i could not even find the long lost wifey anymore.. I just wan my lost wifey back..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I beg u..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;To end off:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MYSELF!~ =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4365979564096287406-5771763062741838428?l=bakaassecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakaassecret.blogspot.com/feeds/5771763062741838428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4365979564096287406&amp;postID=5771763062741838428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365979564096287406/posts/default/5771763062741838428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365979564096287406/posts/default/5771763062741838428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakaassecret.blogspot.com/2009/04/sad-birthday.html' title='Sad Birthday'/><author><name>Brendan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910229734898729850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6AI0hqjC5OU/StQ-c6j-YZI/AAAAAAAAADo/3klpCbWGv1I/S220/IMG_0177.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4365979564096287406.post-4430247464205506548</id><published>2009-03-27T02:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T02:21:53.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm beginning to think that i'm like wen le. Too bored! =X&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Here's 1 more:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Your Working Style&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; You are enthusiastic innovators, always seeing new possibilities and new ways of doing things.  You have a lot of imagination and initiative for starting projects, and a lot of impulsive  energy for carrying them out. You are stimulated by difficulties and are most ingenious in solving them.  You can get so interested in your newest project that you have time for little else. Your energy comes  from a succession of new enthusiasms and your world is full of possible projects. Your enthusiasm gets  other people interested too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;  You see so many possible projects that you sometimes have difficulty picking those with the greatest  potential. Your feeling can be useful at this point to help select projects by weighing the value of  each. Your feeling judgment can also add depth to the insights supplied by your intuition.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;  Your feeling preference shows in a concern for people. You are skillful in handling people and often  have remarkable insight into the possibilities and development of others. You are extremely perceptive  about the attitudes of others, aiming to understand rather than judge people. You are much drawn to  counseling and can be inspired and inspiring teacher, particularly where you have freedom to innovate.  With talent, you can succeed in almost any field that captures your interest-- art, journalism, science,  advertising, sales, the ministry, or writing, for example.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;  A difficulty for you is that you hate uninspired routine and find it remarkably hard to apply yourself  to sometimes necessary detail unconnected with any major interest. Worse yet, you may get bored with your  own projects as soon as the major problems have been solved or the initial challenge has been met. You  may need to learn to follow through and finish what you have begun, but are happiest and most  effective in jobs that permit one project after another, with somebody else taking over as soon  as the situation is well in hand.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;  Because you are always being drawn to the exciting challenges of new possibilities, it is essential  that you develop your judgment. If your judgment is undeveloped, you may commit yourself to ill-chosen  projects, fail to finish anything, and squander your inspirations by not completing your tasks. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4365979564096287406-4430247464205506548?l=bakaassecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakaassecret.blogspot.com/feeds/4430247464205506548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4365979564096287406&amp;postID=4430247464205506548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365979564096287406/posts/default/4430247464205506548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365979564096287406/posts/default/4430247464205506548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakaassecret.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-beginning-to-think-that-im-like-wen.html' title=''/><author><name>Brendan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910229734898729850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6AI0hqjC5OU/StQ-c6j-YZI/AAAAAAAAADo/3klpCbWGv1I/S220/IMG_0177.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4365979564096287406.post-7730669544100983886</id><published>2009-03-27T02:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T02:17:14.567+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;stumble upon wen's blog and saw this personality test. Therefore went to take it and try.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Here's mine:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your view on yourself:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" id="Label1"&gt;You are down-to-earth and people like you because you are so straightforward. You are an efficient problem solver because you will listen to both sides of an argument before making a decision that usually appeals to both parties.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The type of girlfriend/boyfriend you are looking for:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" id="Label2"&gt;You are a true romantic. When you are in love, you will do anything and everything to keep your love true.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your readiness to commit to a relationship:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" id="Label3"&gt;You are ready to commit as soon as you meet the right person. And you believe you will pretty much know as soon as you might that person.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The seriousness of your love:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" id="Label4"&gt;You are very serious about relationships and aren't interested in wasting time with people you don't really like. If you meet the right person, you will fall deeply and beautifully in love.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your views on education&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" id="Label5"&gt;You may not like to study but you have many practical ideas. You listen to your own instincts and tend to follow your heart, so you will probably end up with an unusual job.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The right job for you:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" id="Label6"&gt;You're a practical person and will choose a secure job with a steady income. Knowing what you like to do is important. Find a regular job doing just that and you'll be set for life.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;How do you view success:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" id="Label7"&gt;You are confident that you will be successful in your chosen career and nothing will stop you from trying.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What are you most afraid of:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" id="Label8"&gt;You are afraid of having no one to rely on in times of trouble. You don't ever want to be unable to take care of yourself. Independence is important to you.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who is your true self:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" id="Label9"&gt;You are full of energy and confidence. You are unpredictable, with moods changing as quickly as an ocean. You might occasionally be calm and still, but never for long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4365979564096287406-7730669544100983886?l=bakaassecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakaassecret.blogspot.com/feeds/7730669544100983886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4365979564096287406&amp;postID=7730669544100983886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365979564096287406/posts/default/7730669544100983886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365979564096287406/posts/default/7730669544100983886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakaassecret.blogspot.com/2009/03/stumble-upon-wens-blog-and-saw-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Brendan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910229734898729850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6AI0hqjC5OU/StQ-c6j-YZI/AAAAAAAAADo/3klpCbWGv1I/S220/IMG_0177.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4365979564096287406.post-1331291299088808917</id><published>2009-03-27T01:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T01:57:29.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Alot of things happened during our 1 yr 4 months anniversary, but on the 5th month things turned out veri well (so far).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Anyways, Today was working like mad as tons of ppl came to WOP. Ever since afternoon when I started working there's been this urge for me to make a reservation at Shangri-la's The Line Restaurant. After much hesitation, I decided to give them a call and check out their buffet price. The price was way way way within my budget and therefore i decided to make a reservation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;When I told the lady that I need a table for 2 on the 10th of April, she returned to me and said ALL their outlets are FULLY booked! I was like WHAT THE FUCK?! After hanging up the fone i pondered awhile and i decided to ask Mr. Zul if there's any nice place to have my birthday buffet and he recommended me The Carousel. I called them but the fone kept getting engaged and I was kind of pissed off and decided to call later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;In the evening around 9.30 I called them and made a reservation for 2! I requested for a cake as it's my birthday, the guy said "we can help u make a cheese cake but it would not be special already as the person celebrating is u" (total -.-) I said "cuz my gf is not the one making reservations. =( " In my heart i was like "y baby so WOOD de? no SURPRISE! T.T " but I still asked them to la. Perhaps I dun wanna celebrate it withoug any cakes bahs, afterall it's my 21st birthday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Last tuesday went out with daniel they all and I told daniel about my 21st birthday dilema and he was so good. He told me to celebrate it on my own and dun bother abt wad other ppl's doing. It sort of lighten up my dilema and I sort of gotten over it le.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;BACK to today, when it was 10.30pm, baby called me when I was clearing the messy tables and turning them over for next day's breakfast. I stopped awhile and went to answer the call, baby was throwing tantrum cuz I told her off. But as u noe when ever she does that I'll 101% give in to her which i did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Around 5mins later Mr. Zul came looking for me, he screwed me up and I got no choice but to hang up the call. I told baby but she dun wan to, I told her that I was scolded by my manager le and I told her off again. she wasn't happy and hung up on me. (I HATE PPL HANGING UP ON ME!) After that she smsed me and said I was very mean. I made her felt useless..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I did not made her felt useless I swear! Perhaps she called at the wrong time as i'm working in coffee house. The ppl there aren't as freindly as those back in EL, everytime when I tried to communicate more with baby, she'll either not reply my sms or not talk to me. Because she's playing MAPLE! I kinda hate it in the 1st place as it really worsened our relationship, y bother wasting time and money on stupid game?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;But after the quarrel, I decided not to say anything anymore. Maybe is I control baby too much le bahs, now I dun care le. She wan do wad jiu do wad as I'm very very very sick and tired of quarrelling over silly things like MAPLESTORY. I oso got used to her not smsing me more le, kinda sad though. My inbox feels very very very empty, sometimes 1 day she onli replied me like 6 smses and after that was nothing le.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Really feel kinda empty but what to do? I love her too much and that's 1 of the sacrifice i have to do for her. Sometimes I really hope that we can just spend 1 of my off days together without saying about MAPLE. Just 1 of my off day weekly can le, I dun ask for much. But I doubt it will happen as it'll just be another quarrel if I tell it to her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;She loves maple too much le, to the extend that we can even quarrel over it. Now when I talked to her on the fone, all i can hear is her MAPLE background music blasting away. I can't even hear her voice or wad so ever. I really miss those times when we talked over the fone withoug anything interupting us. But I think it's very hard for the same senario we had happening again le bahs. Hais..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;PS: baby I'm giving in to u alot alot alot le. cuz I really dun wanna quarrel anymore, quarrelling is just waste of time and it hurts the relationship REAL bad. We're not talking alot anymore and if still quarrel, i dun dare to think of what's gonna happen. therefore i chose to give in, u wan do wad jiu do wad bahs. I love u too much le, until I really dun bear to hurt our relationship anymore. Sometimes I wonder will baby remember of this blog? Will baby come back here and check out if I wrote anything? I dun think so bahs. baby 101% maple until sleep de, dun even think she remembered our blog.. If she forgot le den jiu suan le. Den this shall be my blog where I say everything that I wanna tell her but can't. Baby, I really miss and love u alot u understand? everytime i told u i love u or i miss u, ur reaction will be "eeeee" this wasn't even happening before. what's happening? U think i'm joking? well ur wrong. I'm not, i miss u more than anything that i do. maybe u wun miss me cuz u got ur maple to play with but to me, eventhough i'm working very very hard. I'll still think of u, thinking of how's ur day, have u eaten, how are u feeling now, do u miss me as much as i do, do u love me as much as i do. I even got the urge to see u immediately, but i noe this urge will not come true as baby will not see me de.. hais.. Will you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I MISS YOU BABY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I LOVE YOU BABY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="header"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4365979564096287406-1331291299088808917?l=bakaassecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakaassecret.blogspot.com/feeds/1331291299088808917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4365979564096287406&amp;postID=1331291299088808917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365979564096287406/posts/default/1331291299088808917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365979564096287406/posts/default/1331291299088808917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakaassecret.blogspot.com/2009/03/alot-of-things-happened-during-our-1-yr.html' title=''/><author><name>Brendan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910229734898729850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6AI0hqjC5OU/StQ-c6j-YZI/AAAAAAAAADo/3klpCbWGv1I/S220/IMG_0177.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4365979564096287406.post-7480615273759727758</id><published>2009-02-26T10:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T11:04:45.519+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yesterday I told baby that I wun sms or call her until friday night, today is only the 1st day. But I can't help myself not to think of her. I really can't..even now I'm doing my community service, i'm thinking of u..today's mood was much better than ytd le..calm down abit and did some soul searching..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i realised that I really did alot of things that i shouldn't do to hurt her..i read thru her diary that she gave me for 1 yr anniversary and i felt how she felt..i started crying..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;alot alot alot of things changed since i started my attachments..i spent lesser time with her..my mood turned bad, my love life got fucking screwed up by this FUCKING attachment! y?! how i wish this nvr happened at all..hais..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Everytime we quarrel, i'll use this reason "baby i'm very busy doing attachments, sorry if my mood isn't good"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;that's all fucking BULL SHIT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;y dun i just tell her tat is cuz i got a FUCKING mood swing?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;FUCK U LI WEI! I HATE U!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4365979564096287406-7480615273759727758?l=bakaassecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakaassecret.blogspot.com/feeds/7480615273759727758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4365979564096287406&amp;postID=7480615273759727758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365979564096287406/posts/default/7480615273759727758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365979564096287406/posts/default/7480615273759727758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakaassecret.blogspot.com/2009/02/1st-day.html' title='1st day'/><author><name>Brendan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910229734898729850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6AI0hqjC5OU/StQ-c6j-YZI/AAAAAAAAADo/3klpCbWGv1I/S220/IMG_0177.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4365979564096287406.post-1385808471229176114</id><published>2009-02-26T10:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T10:49:09.498+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Self-Hating</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LIM LI WEI! YOU THIS FUCKING IDIOT!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Y CAN'T U B MORE THAN WHAT U SAID?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Y CAN'T U BLOODY CONTROL UR BLOODY TEMPER?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Y?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHY?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHY?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;U SERIOUSLY DESERVE TO DIE U THIS SON OF A BITCH.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;PS: BABY I'M TRUELY SORRY FOR WHAT I DID, PLS&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FORGET&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;my mistakes&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&amp;amp; FORGIVE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;me.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I REALLY REALLY LOVE U ALOT..I REALLY CAN'T LIVE WITHOUT U! PLS!..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4365979564096287406-1385808471229176114?l=bakaassecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakaassecret.blogspot.com/feeds/1385808471229176114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4365979564096287406&amp;postID=1385808471229176114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365979564096287406/posts/default/1385808471229176114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365979564096287406/posts/default/1385808471229176114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakaassecret.blogspot.com/2009/02/self-hating.html' title='Self-Hating'/><author><name>Brendan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910229734898729850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6AI0hqjC5OU/StQ-c6j-YZI/AAAAAAAAADo/3klpCbWGv1I/S220/IMG_0177.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4365979564096287406.post-7468704740996220515</id><published>2009-02-26T10:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T10:40:06.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yesterday night, baby pop the question. She said she can't take my nonsense anymore, she said she need some breathing space as well..therefore this happened..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It all happened during the afternoon, I was back from work feeling tired as I didn't really get alot of sleep due to my back-to-back schedule and thus I was easily agitated. I tried to control myself but I can't, I made some sound that baby dun like. she asked me to stop making it but i continued for no FUCKING reason!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Den..we quarrelled and the rest of it i guess it's obvious..hais..I tried to apologise to baby after i get some sleep but it doesn't seems to help..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LI WEI! WHY MUST U QUARREL AND MKE HER PISSED OFF?! U NOE IT VERY WELL THAT U LOVE HER ALOT! Y MUZ U GO AND DO THIS TO HER?! U ARE SUCH A FUCKING SON OF A BITCH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;right now at this point, I HATE MYSELF TO THE CORE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;How I wish I can just kill myself..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;how can I ever let the girl of my dream, my love, my everything go like tat?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;what happened to our promise?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I really love her alot..alot..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;In my heart there's onli 1 name..Brenda Tan Hui Xuan..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I broke down to tears for 2hours and I was slapping, hitting myself..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;why am i so stupid?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;why can't i control my fucking temper?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I really regreted for what I did..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;this blog will still be available, I'm going to keep it alive and let baby noe that I still love her as much as before..no matter what happens..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;PS: baby, if u happen to see this blog, pls give me a chance, I really can't live without you. u are really my everything, i'm veri veri sorry for wad happened and i'm really really willing to change for the better for the sake of our relationship. pls.. all i need is a chance..I LOVE YOU ALWAYS..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4365979564096287406-7468704740996220515?l=bakaassecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakaassecret.blogspot.com/feeds/7468704740996220515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4365979564096287406&amp;postID=7468704740996220515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365979564096287406/posts/default/7468704740996220515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365979564096287406/posts/default/7468704740996220515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakaassecret.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Brendan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910229734898729850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6AI0hqjC5OU/StQ-c6j-YZI/AAAAAAAAADo/3klpCbWGv1I/S220/IMG_0177.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4365979564096287406.post-2968817022385498366</id><published>2008-08-18T23:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T12:25:40.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HAPPY 10 MONTHS ANNIVERSARY MY PRINCESS! MUACKS~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ALTHOUGH TODAY CAN'T GET TO CELEBRATE WITH YOU, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;BUT I'LL MAKE IT UP TO YOU DURING MY OFF DAYS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I LOVE YOU A LOT BABY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;MUACKS~ x33&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;WO AI NI~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;AISHITERU~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;DOU JIANG x3 YOU TIAO 184.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;x33&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4365979564096287406-2968817022385498366?l=bakaassecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakaassecret.blogspot.com/feeds/2968817022385498366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4365979564096287406&amp;postID=2968817022385498366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365979564096287406/posts/default/2968817022385498366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365979564096287406/posts/default/2968817022385498366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakaassecret.blogspot.com/2008/08/happy-10-months-anniversary-my-princess.html' title=''/><author><name>Brendan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910229734898729850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6AI0hqjC5OU/StQ-c6j-YZI/AAAAAAAAADo/3klpCbWGv1I/S220/IMG_0177.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4365979564096287406.post-1967454831048203421</id><published>2008-08-18T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T12:20:08.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Today was a veri special day, it's my 1st day of work! i went to my work place at 9am and kwee eng got my card, locker and she got mi to get my uniform. i went to uniform department but the aunty can't get the exact clothes for mi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;i can't wear the vest, therefore in the end i had to wear shirt and pants with bow tie until they got the correct vest for mi. =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;aft i changed, kwee eng showed mi around the hotel. there's alot of things to see and do there. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;after that she got mi back to my working area where daniel was there. he taught mi some things that i should know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;i work until around 2pm den there's this nerd guy who comb his hair with ALOT of gel came in..his name was desmond.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;he looked 100% like a dam fktard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;i work until around 4.15 den desmond asked me to go home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;when i reach home i called baby but she fell asleep le..therefore i went to take a short nap before i go to tat PAP thingy again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;PS: baby although today is 1st day of work, but i'm already starting to miss u alot. really not used to baby not around with mi. =( hais. i guess i'll start to get used to it bahs. ANYWAYS! today is ANOTHER big day for us! x333 muacks~ ILY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4365979564096287406-1967454831048203421?l=bakaassecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakaassecret.blogspot.com/feeds/1967454831048203421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4365979564096287406&amp;postID=1967454831048203421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365979564096287406/posts/default/1967454831048203421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365979564096287406/posts/default/1967454831048203421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakaassecret.blogspot.com/2008/08/1st-day.html' title='1st day'/><author><name>Brendan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910229734898729850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6AI0hqjC5OU/StQ-c6j-YZI/AAAAAAAAADo/3klpCbWGv1I/S220/IMG_0177.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4365979564096287406.post-8300181192499168425</id><published>2008-08-15T23:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T02:13:53.392+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thinking..worried..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I went to sign contract with holiday inn parkview today, actually since the day i got reinstated, there's this 2 feeling inside mi.. Happy and worried.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;1stly, i'm happy that i can go back to attachment, i can defer NS and i can pei baby more. I dun really have much things to write abt happy..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;2ndly, i'm worried that the coming test. not the referral, but the test between baby and mi. Some ppl may think that this is stupid but to me i dun think so..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ppl asked me "wad if ur gf like someone when ur in the army or when ur in the attachment?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;my normal answer will be.. "den too bad lor..find new one lor." although i can easily tell everyone that, but i lied..i can't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;i can't let go of all these..i can't take it..i said those things is cuz i dun wan anyone to think tat i'm a wuss..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;deep down inside, i've always living in fear ever since i received news tat i was gonna get reinstated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Fear of we can't pass this test..fear that we can't last..fear of everything..baby is always attracting other guys..as in there's always someone there to hong her..hais..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;worried that baby dunno how to take care of herself, worried that baby will be bored. dun really wanna leave baby alone. =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;how i wish i can take a lock and lock her up forever..so that i wun b apart with her..i've put in 101% into this relationship..i onli ask for a simple thing..to b with baby happily forever, just like those in fairy tale where prince and princess live happily ever after.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;PS: hope baby get to read about this entry..there's still alot of feelings that i still can't find words to express to u baby. you're the perfect girl of my life..my only perfect one..i never ever had this fear before..this is the 1st time..baby ba wo cong huai le..makes mi can't let go of u..muacks. x33&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4365979564096287406-8300181192499168425?l=bakaassecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakaassecret.blogspot.com/feeds/8300181192499168425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4365979564096287406&amp;postID=8300181192499168425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365979564096287406/posts/default/8300181192499168425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365979564096287406/posts/default/8300181192499168425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakaassecret.blogspot.com/2008/08/thinkingworried.html' title='thinking..worried..'/><author><name>Brendan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910229734898729850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6AI0hqjC5OU/StQ-c6j-YZI/AAAAAAAAADo/3klpCbWGv1I/S220/IMG_0177.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4365979564096287406.post-7421566239219662415</id><published>2008-08-12T23:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T17:13:08.269+08:00</updated><title type='text'>reinstate</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;today went to meet gil at 11am, she's late for the meeting therefore i ate MOS chicken meal while waiting for her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;when we're about to leave the place for sch, i saw andrea and candice. i told them i was getting reinstated therefore i have to go back to sch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;when i reached sch's office, i saw tat FAKE gay and tat FAT malay BITCH. gil and I listened to tat fat bitch explaining the content of the letter and after that we went to collect my transcript.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;aft that i went to fetch baby from sch and we went to tat hong kong eatery at white sands. we ate a total of $35.10. baby had chicken baked rice with mushroom and i had wasabi seafood baked rice! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;after that we went to comics connection and i bought a mirror for baby! =D we bought couple handphone accessories as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;PS: baby i really love the things tat we bought today! muacks~ ty baby~ xD. baby i'm goin out for attachments soon le ner..muz take care of urself okies? muz guaii guaii oh! i can't pei baby frequently le..cuz haf to do attachment. &gt;.&lt;&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4365979564096287406-7421566239219662415?l=bakaassecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakaassecret.blogspot.com/feeds/7421566239219662415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4365979564096287406&amp;postID=7421566239219662415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365979564096287406/posts/default/7421566239219662415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365979564096287406/posts/default/7421566239219662415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakaassecret.blogspot.com/2008/08/reinstate.html' title='reinstate'/><author><name>Brendan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910229734898729850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6AI0hqjC5OU/StQ-c6j-YZI/AAAAAAAAADo/3klpCbWGv1I/S220/IMG_0177.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4365979564096287406.post-8583206483985943739</id><published>2008-08-09T23:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T14:13:23.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>National Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Today i went over to baby's popo place at 12noon, reached there at 1pm, nobody's at home except her, she made bread with cheese and brown sugar toast for mi and we watched cartoon till 2.30pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;aft tat we made our way to city hall. on the way there we had some argument cuz there's some spots growing on baby's hand and she die die dun wan go see a doctor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;we argue all the way till admiralty, after that we play all the way to city hall. in the midst of playing, i broke her mirror and she wanted her comb back. but i decided to get her a new mirror the next few days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;when we're at city hall, the place was totally crowded with ppl. they're here to see the NDP and the whole place was crowded and stuffy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;we went to suntec for some shopping till about 6pm and we made our way to esplanade. we saw president's car approaching the place and we watched fireworks and air plane show later on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;throughout the whole thing, the place was packed with BANGALAs and CHINA worker..fucking stinks like shit. i got so pissed off tat i started pushing those bangalas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;when baby and i was out of the place, we head back to the MRt station as we do not want to become sardine when everything is over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;on the way back to MRT station, we saw fireworks and baby love it alot! x33&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;baby came over to my place and we played until 11.30pm when her popo called her and asked her to come back immediately. x.x owell..can't stay overnight le.. T.T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;PS: baby nxt time muz stay over ah! if not i bite bite! =x muacks~ today 1st time watch fireworks with baby ner..so sweet hor? =D nxt yr de NDP i'll get those tickets and we go see them! muacks~ ILY x33&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4365979564096287406-8583206483985943739?l=bakaassecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakaassecret.blogspot.com/feeds/8583206483985943739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4365979564096287406&amp;postID=8583206483985943739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365979564096287406/posts/default/8583206483985943739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365979564096287406/posts/default/8583206483985943739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakaassecret.blogspot.com/2008/08/national-day.html' title='National Day'/><author><name>Brendan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910229734898729850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6AI0hqjC5OU/StQ-c6j-YZI/AAAAAAAAADo/3klpCbWGv1I/S220/IMG_0177.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4365979564096287406.post-1058012686661454575</id><published>2008-08-06T23:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T12:52:19.075+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cycling and more cycling!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;went to fetch baby today, before that i was fixing my stupid fone cuz the nite before i updated my new firmware den EVERYTHING'S GONE! EVEN THE AGREEMENT I HAD WITH BABY IS GONE TOO! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;i reached baby's sch at 1.30 and baby board the bus, we played on the bus and baby pull my leg hair! OMG! I LOST LIKE 13 STRANDS OF LEG HAIR TODAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;we went white sands for lunch and after that i waited for her shower and change before we went to pasir ris park.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;we met up with ah wei at fisherman's village but i forgot to withdraw money to rent bike..in the end ah wei's daddie rent the bike for mi. (TY AH WEI DE DADDIE =D)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;we went around cycling and we stopped at a playground. we went to play at the swing, baby and ah wei was like so happy..lols..seems like it's been ages since they last played the swing bahs.. =x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;aft tat we went to play on a round thing which resembles a satellite dish, baby and ah wei sat on it and i pull them up. baby and ah wei fell down the thing cuz they cannot balance it! lols! ji hao xiao yi xia! =x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;we continue our cycling until 5.45 and we return our bicycles. we went back to the playground again cuz baby and ah wei wanted to play with tat satellite thingy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;this time ah wei flew off the satellite thingy and fell onto the sand floor, she had some cuts on her knee and we had to bring her to the toilet to clean up her wounds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;we had a very fun day and time really flies, when i reached the MRT station, it's already going to 7pm. i dun smell badly cuz there are ppl sitting beside of mi! =x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;PS: baby nxt time we go cycling more often okies?! perhaps we can cycle frm pasir ris to my house! it'll b fun! muacks! x33 ILY~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4365979564096287406-1058012686661454575?l=bakaassecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakaassecret.blogspot.com/feeds/1058012686661454575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4365979564096287406&amp;postID=1058012686661454575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365979564096287406/posts/default/1058012686661454575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365979564096287406/posts/default/1058012686661454575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakaassecret.blogspot.com/2008/08/cycling-and-more-cycling.html' title='cycling and more cycling!'/><author><name>Brendan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910229734898729850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6AI0hqjC5OU/StQ-c6j-YZI/AAAAAAAAADo/3klpCbWGv1I/S220/IMG_0177.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4365979564096287406.post-5534744949287748495</id><published>2008-08-03T02:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T11:51:28.308+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;i'm late for the meeting with baby today! we're supposed to meet up at 11am, but i reached there at 11.05. luckily ah wei haven reach and baby was walkin towards WS onli =x i met up with baby while i was walking towards her place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;we went to white sands to deposite $$ cuz baby said i keep using up all my allowance before month end &gt;.&lt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;aft tat when ah wei arrive, we went to KFC for lunch, after that we had a tiff over some small things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;on the way to peninsula plaza, we had a tiff on train again! &gt;.&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;ah wei wanted to pierce her wrist and she was asking me to pierce as well, i'm having some second thoughts because if i pierced den i'll b left with not much $$ for the month. like tat how to go out with baby?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;after walking around in peninsula, we cab down to hereens as ah wei wanted to go to the piercing shop where i did my tongue piercing to take a look at the price.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;finally after much considerations ah wei decided to do the piercing for $75 we accompanied her into the piercing room and she was scared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;the piercer was explaining to ah wei the process and she was pretty scared, when ah wei was about to do piercing, she kept grabbing baby's arm! lols! =x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;after the piercing, we went for tea break, we had kueh, kaya toast and otah toast set with yuen yang and iced kachang. at 1st our plan was to go out until 4+ den baby came over de, but cuz ah wei didn't wanna go home early, we abandoned our plans and went to catch a movie instead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;we watched money no enough 2 and baby cried throughout the movie. i was so shocked and i held on baby tightly and tried to wipe aways baby's tears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;after the movie, we took a train home and we sort of had a tiff again! 3times in a day x.x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;PS:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SORRY BAOBEII PRINCESS BABY!&lt;br /&gt;SORRY FOR THE QUARRELS WE HAD TODAY! T_T&lt;br /&gt;LAOPO LAOPO BIE SHEN QI~&lt;br /&gt;DUI BU QI~&lt;br /&gt;WO ZHI CUO LE T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4365979564096287406-5534744949287748495?l=bakaassecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakaassecret.blogspot.com/feeds/5534744949287748495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4365979564096287406&amp;postID=5534744949287748495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365979564096287406/posts/default/5534744949287748495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365979564096287406/posts/default/5534744949287748495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakaassecret.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-late-for-meeting-with-baby-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Brendan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910229734898729850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6AI0hqjC5OU/StQ-c6j-YZI/AAAAAAAAADo/3klpCbWGv1I/S220/IMG_0177.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4365979564096287406.post-1153504977410053181</id><published>2008-08-01T23:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T11:36:01.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gay</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Alright~ today's my big day, I went to CMPB at depot road for pre NS medical screening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I took a train to Tiong Bahru then i change to a cab cuz it'll b faster for mi =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;after i reached there i had to went thru scanning like there's no tomorrow cuz the place was heavily guarded. Although those ppl gave mi a locker to keep my fone, but i took it with mi without them noticing it! PWNT!~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;when i reached the checkup counter, they asked me to go into another room to take photo. when i went in, i saw 7 ppl queuing up to take photo! wth! still haven to wear their uniform!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;i changed into the uniform that they gave and 1 fking uncle comb my hair with water and it looks like 1 fktard! $^#%^@#$%#$^$%^!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;After photo taking, i took my measurements for helmet, uniform, pants, shoe size, and boots size as well!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;i went for the medical checkup and those ppl there said i need to come back again on monday as my dad haf heart problem before the age of 55.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;i had to go back on monday to do some cholesterol test.. owell..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;after all my tests i went for lunch at the canteen, the food was not bad. CHEAP AND GOOD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I went back for my IQ test after lunch and i waited for like 30mins~40mins! wth! and i tell u..the test are DAMN STUPID! they asked about maths, physics, counting, arranging of patterns.. -.- dam stupid..i anyhow do nia..too can't b bothered..i juz wanna go home ASAP!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;after my test, i took a cab home and i ate maggie with egg! at nite i watch Ghost whisperer  and D.greyman with baby! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;PS: weee~ tmr goin gai gai with baby! can go out again! although we everyday go out, but i'm still veri excited and happy when goin out with baby! cuz can b with u~ as long as being with u, i'll b the happiest man on earth! =D muacks~ x3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4365979564096287406-1153504977410053181?l=bakaassecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakaassecret.blogspot.com/feeds/1153504977410053181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4365979564096287406&amp;postID=1153504977410053181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365979564096287406/posts/default/1153504977410053181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365979564096287406/posts/default/1153504977410053181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakaassecret.blogspot.com/2008/08/gay.html' title='gay'/><author><name>Brendan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910229734898729850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6AI0hqjC5OU/StQ-c6j-YZI/AAAAAAAAADo/3klpCbWGv1I/S220/IMG_0177.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4365979564096287406.post-7552459538399073367</id><published>2008-07-28T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T01:20:50.934+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Month Agreement</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Today after fetching baby from school we went to get some lunch, for the past few days we've been eating ALOT until really veri full.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;we went home and got some rest before our dinner. x.x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;at around 9pm, we chatted on fone till around 10+.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;we discussed about wad we feel tat each other had changed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;baby wanted mi to be more:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;-caring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;-less xiao qi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;-send her sweet sms more often&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;-care abt her meals and who bullies her in sch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;-dun attitude her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;-dun lose my temper easily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I wanted baby to be more:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;-caring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;-dun always talk so fierce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;-care abt mi more often&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;-send mi sweet sms more often.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;-dun always scold mi stupid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;-dun throw temper at mi so often.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;we gave each other 1 month time to make changes, baby's decision at 1st was to break up if we can't meet the expectation. But i told her tat i REALLY dun like it, therefore she change it to sakae sushi for 1 whole week if mi or her failed to change and on top of that we will back to the discussion again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;PS: baby nxt time dun anyhow say break le hor! juz now hear le ji sad yi xia.. T_T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;i dun wanna break with baby! i wanna b with u forever! NO BREAKING! NEVER! ILY~ x33&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4365979564096287406-7552459538399073367?l=bakaassecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakaassecret.blogspot.com/feeds/7552459538399073367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4365979564096287406&amp;postID=7552459538399073367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365979564096287406/posts/default/7552459538399073367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365979564096287406/posts/default/7552459538399073367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakaassecret.blogspot.com/2008/08/one-month-agreement.html' title='One Month Agreement'/><author><name>Brendan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910229734898729850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6AI0hqjC5OU/StQ-c6j-YZI/AAAAAAAAADo/3klpCbWGv1I/S220/IMG_0177.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4365979564096287406.post-250319912840533692</id><published>2008-07-19T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T00:38:48.721+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping Spree</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Today baby and me went on a shopping spree at far east plaza, she bought tons of clothes and a new zinc bag. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;i bought baby a new pair of shoes as well..altho ppl said giving shoe to other ppl is something bad, but i dun believe it, cuz..baby and mi will always b tgt~ awww~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;baby love those shoe ALOT~ x33&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;i onli bought 3 new clothes and tat's veri fantasic! cuz i'm running out of clothes to wear! zomg! the nxt shopping spree will b when i get my pay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;gonna buy new shoes and PSP!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;aft our shopping spree, we went to takasimaya with ah wei and kelvin, we ate ice cream and japanese food for dinner..the japanese restaurant in taka has "GOOD" service sia..we order food take AGES to come den summore they all looked like they nvr get pay or wad. All look so grumpy..rawr!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;the best part..THEY STILL DARE CHARGE US SERVICE CHARGE! WTF?!~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;we ate about $100+ and after that ah wei decided to pierce her tongue, therefore we went to far east plaza again! After her piercing was done, she can't really speak! lols =x kelvin and me was teasing her cuz the way she talks is sooooooo funny!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;aft the piercing session, we went to MNG to look at some clothes, aft tat we took a LONG walk to plaza singapura.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Sad thing is, halfway thru it began to rain! therefore we got no choice but to abandon out plans and took a cab to baby's place instead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;PS: baby nxt time we do MORE shopping spree okies? see baby buy things until so happy i see le oso happy ner~ xD nxt time we buy more clothe oh! xD muacks~ ILY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4365979564096287406-250319912840533692?l=bakaassecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakaassecret.blogspot.com/feeds/250319912840533692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4365979564096287406&amp;postID=250319912840533692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365979564096287406/posts/default/250319912840533692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365979564096287406/posts/default/250319912840533692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakaassecret.blogspot.com/2008/08/shopping-spree.html' title='Shopping Spree'/><author><name>Brendan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910229734898729850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6AI0hqjC5OU/StQ-c6j-YZI/AAAAAAAAADo/3klpCbWGv1I/S220/IMG_0177.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4365979564096287406.post-2940185351709115814</id><published>2008-07-18T01:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T01:14:12.231+08:00</updated><title type='text'>9 MONTHS~ 9 MONTHS~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;WOOOT~ IT'S OUR 9 MONTHS ANNIVERSARY BABY~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;MUACKS~ BABY THIS DAY OF THE MONTH FINALLY COME AGAIN~ MUACKS~ BABY I REALLY LOVE U ALOT AND I WANNA BE WITH U FOREVER~ PROMISE MI NO MORE QUARRELS OKIES? I'LL FEEL VERY HURT WHENEVER WE QUARREL T_T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;WEEEE~ TMR GOIN OUT WITH BABY LE~ MUAHAHAHAHA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;MUACKS~ BABY HAPPY 9 MONTHS ANNIVERSARY~ BIBI LOVE U ALWAYS..I SWEAR~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;DOU JIANG LOVE YOU TIAO FOREVER~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4365979564096287406-2940185351709115814?l=bakaassecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakaassecret.blogspot.com/feeds/2940185351709115814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4365979564096287406&amp;postID=2940185351709115814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365979564096287406/posts/default/2940185351709115814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365979564096287406/posts/default/2940185351709115814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakaassecret.blogspot.com/2008/07/9-months-9-months.html' title='9 MONTHS~ 9 MONTHS~'/><author><name>Brendan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910229734898729850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6AI0hqjC5OU/StQ-c6j-YZI/AAAAAAAAADo/3klpCbWGv1I/S220/IMG_0177.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4365979564096287406.post-4320862206222585569</id><published>2008-07-17T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T01:09:53.677+08:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt;.&lt;</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;GREAT~ FINALLY MY DAM BLOG IS ACCESSIBLE! It's been like 1 week since i last posted..cuz my freaking blog can't b viewed on my web browser -.- i'm gonna call starhub when i'm free and they'll get hell from mi..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;anways..this morning i woke up at 10am, i smsed baby and she told mi tat there's this gal called hazel and i called her dar. i was like O.o and baby still said i lied! T_T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;it's like tmr jiu big day le! den this kinda shit happens..i explained to her tat it wasn't my dar..i dun even noe who the hell hazel was but she dun believe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;muz b tat cb daniel again..use my fone sms gf den nvr delete her no. SAVE onto my fonebook summore..cb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;i called daniel up while he's in camp and i screw his ass BIG time..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;aft i screw daniel up, i quickly shower and went down to pass gil $$ on cab, went to CCK de florist and get roses and head down to baby's sch..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;when i reach there it's like 1.20pm..juz in time to wait for baby at the bus stop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;i had a short conversation with dawn, baby's schoolmate and he dam jiao wei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;when baby came out of sch and she's so surprised when she saw mi..i went over and explain everything to her, aft tat i gave her those roses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;All her frens saw those flowers and it's soooooooo awkward..cuz it's my 1st time giving flowers to gals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;baby forgave mi aft tat, we went to grab a bite at KFC with meng wei,  aft tat baby said ah wei went off cuz she said she felt like some lightbulb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;we went to get stuffs for ah wei den baby sent mi to MRT station den i took a train home..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;The picture below is the flowers tat i bought for baby~ nice rite? xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6AI0hqjC5OU/SIDNry1M0VI/AAAAAAAAAA8/BedUWkNyirA/s1600-h/DSC00108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6AI0hqjC5OU/SIDNry1M0VI/AAAAAAAAAA8/BedUWkNyirA/s320/DSC00108.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224401720012755282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;PS: baby~ 1 more day to anniversary le~ cannot angry or sad sad ah~ muacks~ baby i wanna let u noe tat..i wun haf other gals except U~ Benda Tan Hui Xuan~ The one and only one! Muacks~ baby i love u~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4365979564096287406-4320862206222585569?l=bakaassecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakaassecret.blogspot.com/feeds/4320862206222585569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4365979564096287406&amp;postID=4320862206222585569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365979564096287406/posts/default/4320862206222585569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365979564096287406/posts/default/4320862206222585569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakaassecret.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post.html' title='&gt;.&lt;'/><author><name>Brendan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910229734898729850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6AI0hqjC5OU/StQ-c6j-YZI/AAAAAAAAADo/3klpCbWGv1I/S220/IMG_0177.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_6AI0hqjC5OU/SIDNry1M0VI/AAAAAAAAAA8/BedUWkNyirA/s72-c/DSC00108.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4365979564096287406.post-7482487023003169352</id><published>2008-07-07T23:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T20:34:05.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PAP</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;today went to see tat PAP thingy again regarding my expulsion and appeal..i told baby tat i dun feel like goin but she asked mi to go..so yeah..i'm there..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;when it's my turn to see them, i said the same story over again like thrice.. i told baby tat it wasn't gonna help..appeal sure fail de..and baby said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;"everybody is trying to help u, dun give up"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;it's onli for her sake den i continue thru the talking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;aft tat i went to get char kway tiao for dinner, i called baby on the fone and we chatted till i get home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;baby said i was stubborn and wan face. =\&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;but she's same! =x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;guess tat makes us couple =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;anyways, baby we talked on the fone until baby's mum came in and she had to sleep le..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;i ate my dinner and digest awhile den i'm here to write my blog =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;PS: baby really ty for giving mi motivation to move on, if not for u i dun think i'll b able to move on this far..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;THANK YOU DEAR! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Muacks~ baby i love u~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4365979564096287406-7482487023003169352?l=bakaassecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakaassecret.blogspot.com/feeds/7482487023003169352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4365979564096287406&amp;postID=7482487023003169352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365979564096287406/posts/default/7482487023003169352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365979564096287406/posts/default/7482487023003169352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakaassecret.blogspot.com/2008/07/pap.html' title='PAP'/><author><name>Brendan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910229734898729850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6AI0hqjC5OU/StQ-c6j-YZI/AAAAAAAAADo/3klpCbWGv1I/S220/IMG_0177.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4365979564096287406.post-7171869751744640906</id><published>2008-07-04T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T12:36:21.332+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;went to gym for some workout this morning, the club house is totally a mess..cuz alot of sec 1 kids came over for swimming lessons. they made hell loads of noise and they wet the whole pool side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;i did a short gym workout onli cuz my shoulder is aching, i was smsing with baby while i did my workouts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;aft tat i went home and waited for my lunch, my stupid mother onli went out at around 2pm to get lunch..therefore when she reaches home, it was already 3+.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;today i'm so amazed tat baby is goin over to her aunt's place. i quickly shower and change den i ran out to meet her!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;while on the way she told mi abt this ugly nerd freak tat's sitting beside her. she said he haf buck teeth and comb center parting. the best part..he acts like some ah beng..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;i told baby tat i wanted to see him! lols! i finally saw him on the train..he's..REALLY UGLY! OMFG~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;when i met up with baby, i began my "secret mission". well baby kept askin mi wad this secret mission, but i dun wanna let her noe! =x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;when we're at jurong point, we went for dinner and den she got mi eye mo cuz she said my eye was veri veri red.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;aft everything, we went to somewhere near her aunt's place and we sat down and chatted for awhile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;baby is so sweet..she helped mi put eye mo on my left eye and she asked mi to continue putting them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;PS: weee~ today can meeet baby~ atleast i wun miss baby alot~ while i was abt to sleep, i had this feeling, like suddenly so close to u..dunno y..it juz felt as if ur juz sleeping by my side~ awwww~ muacks~ i love u~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4365979564096287406-7171869751744640906?l=bakaassecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakaassecret.blogspot.com/feeds/7171869751744640906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4365979564096287406&amp;postID=7171869751744640906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365979564096287406/posts/default/7171869751744640906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365979564096287406/posts/default/7171869751744640906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakaassecret.blogspot.com/2008/07/went-to-gym-for-some-workout-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Brendan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910229734898729850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6AI0hqjC5OU/StQ-c6j-YZI/AAAAAAAAADo/3klpCbWGv1I/S220/IMG_0177.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4365979564096287406.post-6491025997722308350</id><published>2008-07-02T22:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T13:49:44.419+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;i went to the gym today to do some workout, feeling very tired, gil's stuffs and my mum is bugging me everyday. i really dun wanna stay at home any longer..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;i wanna run away, to some place nobody noe mi, i dun haf any troubles and of course, run away with baby and start all over anew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;i chatted with baby on the fone until around 10 cuz her mum's comin in to sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;PS: baby nxt time if marmie's gonna come in at 10pm, tell mi den i'll call in earlier, i wanna talk to baby over the fone longer. muacks~ i love u baby~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4365979564096287406-6491025997722308350?l=bakaassecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakaassecret.blogspot.com/feeds/6491025997722308350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4365979564096287406&amp;postID=6491025997722308350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365979564096287406/posts/default/6491025997722308350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365979564096287406/posts/default/6491025997722308350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakaassecret.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-went-to-gym-today-to-do-some-workout.html' title=''/><author><name>Brendan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910229734898729850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6AI0hqjC5OU/StQ-c6j-YZI/AAAAAAAAADo/3klpCbWGv1I/S220/IMG_0177.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4365979564096287406.post-1229262824765730076</id><published>2008-06-30T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T13:42:38.051+08:00</updated><title type='text'>another appeal</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;just now aft i finished showering, was about to call baby when my mum called mi and asked mi to go down to somewhere near market to meet that MP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;when i reached there, we still had to queue up cuz my mum gave her turn to another lady and lady was talking non stop for like 30mins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;i was so bored tat i went outside to call baby, we chatted on the fone for awhile until my mum come over and called mi to go in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;when i was inside, they asked mi to tell them every single thing. i was abit annoyed cuz this story i've been tellin like everybody for countless of times. i was sick and tired of appealing..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;they asked me to gather all my materials and come back on the following monday, wad's goin thru in my mind is - "i wanna quickly call baby before she fell asleep, i miss baby."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;aft tat i quickly called baby and we chatted while i walked to S-11 to pack supper home. we chatted throughout the whole journey home, when i was at the void deck of my place i told her tat i'll call her once i reach home, cuz the reception in the lift is atrocious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;when i reached home i called baby but she's already fast asleep, guess she's too tired le bahs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;PS: baby if u too tired le jiu sleep early ner..dun wait for mi ner..this stupid things drag on for so long i oso sians le..if it's not baby tat's always there beside mi, i think i would have given up long ago. thank you very much baby.. ~.~ i love u~ muacks~ x33&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4365979564096287406-1229262824765730076?l=bakaassecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakaassecret.blogspot.com/feeds/1229262824765730076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4365979564096287406&amp;postID=1229262824765730076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365979564096287406/posts/default/1229262824765730076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365979564096287406/posts/default/1229262824765730076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakaassecret.blogspot.com/2008/06/another-appeal.html' title='another appeal'/><author><name>Brendan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910229734898729850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6AI0hqjC5OU/StQ-c6j-YZI/AAAAAAAAADo/3klpCbWGv1I/S220/IMG_0177.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4365979564096287406.post-7392202812097905770</id><published>2008-06-29T14:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T14:55:39.521+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;BABY I MISS U ALOT~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;TODAY FELT SO EMPTY WITHOUT BABY~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;CUZ YTD NITE DIDN'T GET TO HEAR BABY DE SWEET VOICE..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;ONLI GET TO HEAR BABY DE WHISPER T_T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;TODAY ONLI CAN GET TO SEE BABY ONLINE T_T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I WAN SEE AND BE WITH BABY EVERYDAY, EVERY MINUTES AND EVERY SECONDS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I LOVE U LOADS MY BAOBEII PRINCESS BABY~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title=''/><author><name>Brendan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910229734898729850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6AI0hqjC5OU/StQ-c6j-YZI/AAAAAAAAADo/3klpCbWGv1I/S220/IMG_0177.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4365979564096287406.post-1002124370784183288</id><published>2008-06-29T13:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T14:35:07.319+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweetness &amp; Disaster</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i'm the luckiest guy on this living planet! see ah~ how many ppl can haf sweet and shitty things happen to u on the same day?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;this morning i woke up at around 10.30, baby told mi tat her fren is coming to pass mi books and she'll b meeting mi at 12noon, therefore i'm quite worried tat i'll b late!~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;at around 11, baby told mi tat her fren's reaching and asked mi to go to the lift there to wait for her. the lift went up story by story and it finally reaches 15th story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;when the lift door opens, i saw this familiar figure..it was baby~ she went all the way to my place and bought mi breakfast! i was so suprised and touched! 1st time the gal of my life gave mi such a sweet nd wonderful suprise! awwww~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;we went into my house, had my breakfast and we started playing till around 2pm. baby gave mi another suprise! she gave mi this colourful booklet and inside contains the drawings she drew and she eve wote 2900+ iloveyou! i see le felt so touched..1st time soneone ever do those things for mi! ~.~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;the disaster par comes le..when i was about to get into the bathroom and shower, my sisters and my mum started bitching and moaning again. ever since the st day i get kicked out of sch, they had been bitching and moaning everyday..even at nite in the bedroom!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;it's not like i cannot hear, it's i dun even wanna bother abt them cuz my dad asked mi dun care. i tried my best not to care le but i still loses my temper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;who wanna get kicked out of sch for some fucking stupid reason? it's not like i got so much $$ to spend tat i wanna throw them into the drain or something..my family doesn't even supports mi or doesn't even help. all they can ever do is nag and nag, bitch and bitch around..i hope my sisters get dump by their BFs and get bang by some cars and die..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;wtf is wrong? can't i juz haf some peace and quiet to do some soul searching? even tho i'm like always on the computer but i'm thinking of other thngs..i juz need some medium to take my thots going..wat the hell is wrong with tat?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;anyways, i kicked the table and a fight broke out. aft tat fight i went back into the bedroom and broke down..baby hugged mi and stop mi from crying..she wipes away my tears and comfort mi..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;she's the onli person on earth believes in mi and cared abt mi..nobody even bothers to stand by mi except her..i'm so touched by tat..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;aft tat i sent baby to her popo's place and i went home, i took a long route home cuz i dun wanna hear them bitching and moaning again, but as usual, they started when i get home..so..oh well..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;at nite, my mum doesn't even cook my dinner..sweet rite? this kind of mum go where find? i rather haf a maid as mum..ATLEAST she even bothers to cook for mi..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;PS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;baby thank you very much for all the thins u did for mi, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;i really appreciate it alot..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;u're always there for mi whenever i need u..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;i'm really veri touched..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;if 1 day baby gone den nobody will b there to care for mi le T_T. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;baby once again, i really like the suprise and gifts u gave mi today..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;i really love it alot..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and lastly..baby i love u loads~ muacks~ thank you!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;beNdaN yong yuan x3 beNda&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4365979564096287406-1002124370784183288?l=bakaassecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6AI0hqjC5OU/StQ-c6j-YZI/AAAAAAAAADo/3klpCbWGv1I/S220/IMG_0177.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4365979564096287406.post-8768813144687599116</id><published>2008-06-24T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T11:45:54.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'>aiyo~ pain pain~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i woke up at 10.30am as usual, i made up my mind to go out for some workout at gym butit rain! RAWR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;the rain finally stopped aft 30mins, i went to the gym at around 12.30, i did workout on my arms and it hurts real bad! that's wad u get when u dun go to gym often.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;aft my gym i smsed baby and she asked mi to go gym on friday! cuz she said like tat saturday i wun haf strength to struggle when she comes over to my place as i'll b aching all over! T_T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;aft baby's sch, she went to get bubble tea and went home, aft our shower i sked her if she wanted to take a nap. she said no cuz if she sleep now, at nite she'll be having trouble sleeping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;we did our own stuffs till nite time and i called her. i really kinda miss her tho, these few nites we onli get to talk till 10 den her mum comes in le..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;my arms are aching as tho they're free..so pain! T_T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;PS: baby can i dun go gym on friday? cuz my hands hurts! T_T baby i miss u ner.. T_T i wan go find baby now now now..how i wish now is saturday le..den can get to see baby le! i go sleep le..nite nite baby..i love u~ sweet dreams~ x33&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4365979564096287406-8768813144687599116?l=bakaassecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakaassecret.blogspot.com/feeds/8768813144687599116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4365979564096287406&amp;postID=8768813144687599116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365979564096287406/posts/default/8768813144687599116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365979564096287406/posts/default/8768813144687599116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakaassecret.blogspot.com/2008/06/aiyo-pain-pain.html' title='aiyo~ pain pain~'/><author><name>Brendan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910229734898729850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6AI0hqjC5OU/StQ-c6j-YZI/AAAAAAAAADo/3klpCbWGv1I/S220/IMG_0177.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4365979564096287406.post-6849862422406837866</id><published>2008-06-23T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T11:17:31.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lazy day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;today i wanted to go to the gym but it rained therefor i spent my time at home rotting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;it's baby's 1st day of school! she said tat she half of he classmates haf to change class for dunno wad reason and she had a new teacher as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;baby's sim card spoiled and she can't contact mi..i had to miss hr for quite sometime till she get's her sim card replaced.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;aft my lunch, i made some quick thots abt wad i'm really gonna do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;heres the plan:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i'm gonna look for part time job soon and i'm gonna go to gym and train up for NS. no point lingering at the past expulsion incident rite? =D i'm gonna earn as much $$ as i could so tat i can buy alot alot of things for baby and i goin to sav for our future! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;when i'm out of NS, i'll continue to study as i can't do anything much with an o lvl cert, i can't even like buy a house and let baby stay home and relax with an o lvl cert. therefore i'm gonna study and get a diploma or even a degree, from there on, my work life will start, i'll work for 5years and den i'll propose to baby!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i'm a damn good planner rite? =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;when baby reached home, she called mi and we chatted awhile till her mum came back, suprisingly her mum brought her to tampines mall to replace her sim card!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i finally can sms her aft 4hours of waiting!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i chatted with baby till around 10 and her mum came in, therefore she can't talk on the fone le..we went to bed aft tat..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;PS: baby~ i've got plans for myself le! muahahahahahaa! baby nxt time stay at home take care of kids can le~ wee~ no nid work! =D muacks~ tmr i muz go gym le baby! x33&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4365979564096287406-6849862422406837866?l=bakaassecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakaassecret.blogspot.com/feeds/6849862422406837866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4365979564096287406&amp;postID=6849862422406837866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365979564096287406/posts/default/6849862422406837866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365979564096287406/posts/default/6849862422406837866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakaassecret.blogspot.com/2008/06/lazy-day.html' title='lazy day'/><author><name>Brendan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910229734898729850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6AI0hqjC5OU/StQ-c6j-YZI/AAAAAAAAADo/3klpCbWGv1I/S220/IMG_0177.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4365979564096287406.post-4164151651982916508</id><published>2008-06-22T22:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T11:01:48.287+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wrong stop..wrong stop..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;woke up at 10am and i realised tat baby's working halfway le, i smsed baby and she said she'll b finishing her work at around 1pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i made simple breakfast and watched tv for awhile b4 i went to prepare to fetch baby from work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;iwent out of thehouse at 12.30 cuz my sis is sleeping in the room and my clothes is inside, i had to wake her up b4 i can get my shirt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i reached city hall at around 1.30, i called baby and she said it's raffles place! not city hall! OMG~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i quickly went to take mrt back to raffles place and i went up to see baby alone at the control station.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;she doesn't seem happy at all, like no mood no mood de. i tried to cheer her up, but failed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;she finally smiled when we're at dhoby ghaut mrt station. we went Carls Jr. and i ordered or favourite burger~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;the place was so crowded cuz it's a sunday, we ate friend mars bar and takoyaki aft tat too~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;when we walked past a pet shop...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;baby: "bibi can we buy those hamster and put at ur place?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;bibi: "y?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;baby: "cuz i wan it as pets"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;bibi: "baby, how about getting rabbit?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;baby: "y?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;bibi: "cuz rabbit feed until big le can eat ma..hamster so small..eat wad?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;baby: "x.x"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;tat's wad i told baby when we're at the petshop =x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i told her tat i'll buy a hamster sometimes later, but she insisted on having winter white. i wanted molted mochi tho..veri cute~ awww~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;when we're walking to basement 1...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;baby: "where are we going?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;bibi: "go gai gai lor"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;baby: "but there's nothing to walk here"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;bibi: "if not u wanna do wad?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;baby: "dunno"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;we sort of had a small argument halfway there cuz baby was relucant to continue walking, i sort of made her cried there too, cuz i told her off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;the purpose for picking up baby up at her work is to spend more time with her, but she kept insisting on goin home and even if goin out she oso dun look happy, i wanted to spend more time with her and dun wanna go home so soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i sent her home at around 4pm and i went back home aft tat..didn't really wanna go home cuz i'll miss baby~ T_T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;PS:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;SORRY NER BABY~ FOR MAKING BABYCRY AT PAZA SNGAPURA JUZ NOW~ DUI BU QI~ DUN SAD SAD LE~ MUACKS~ I LOVE U BABY~ =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4365979564096287406-4164151651982916508?l=bakaassecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakaassecret.blogspot.com/feeds/4164151651982916508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4365979564096287406&amp;postID=4164151651982916508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365979564096287406/posts/default/4164151651982916508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365979564096287406/posts/default/4164151651982916508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakaassecret.blogspot.com/2008/06/wrong-stopwrong-stop.html' title='wrong stop..wrong stop..'/><author><name>Brendan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910229734898729850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6AI0hqjC5OU/StQ-c6j-YZI/AAAAAAAAADo/3klpCbWGv1I/S220/IMG_0177.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4365979564096287406.post-3795832880950824066</id><published>2008-06-21T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T23:57:33.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;at around 6am+ i woke up, cuz baby complaint abt her both arms aching and she kept moaning, i woke up and tried to massage her arms but to no avail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;i tried to make her sleep and finally she slept till 11am+ . she turns over and gave mi a kiss on my lips, tat sweet kiss woke mi up~ awww~ wad a lovely morning call tat is~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;while i was still in the sleeping mood, baby wanted to play some games and she played it with mi lols!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;we play till like 2pm den we went over to NTUC to get things for lunch, we bought conetto royale as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;the feeling of a couple sharing 1 conetto is so nice~ awww~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;when we got home, i started cookin as usual, baby popped in to see if i need help in anything den she went out to play maple le.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;we had our own time in the bedroom all the way till 6pm and by right baby was supposed to go off le, but baby told her aunt tat she wanna go shopping 1st, therefore she stayed on till 9.30pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;9.30 i sent her to her aunt's house den i went home, tat nite was a terrible nite. it's hot, humid and wad's worst is, i miss baby alot aft she left.. T_T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;when i reached home, i was too reluctant to pack dinner and therefore baby asked mi to cook the shrimp dumplings for dinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;baby really noes mi veri well~ she noes i sure love tat shrimp dumpling de! wee~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;aft i had my dinner, i went to shower with baby and we chatted on the fone. altho my stupid fone wasn't really doin veri well back there, but we had alot of fun chatting. we're like unbreakable like tat..stick together de.. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;we hung up the fone as baby got to wake up the nxt morning for her last day of work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;PS: baby~ as usual, everytime aft u left, i'll feel so alone. it's like my soul drifted away with u le, no longer here anymore. how i wish baby i really can follow baby everywhere u go~ muacks~ x333 baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4365979564096287406-3795832880950824066?l=bakaassecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakaassecret.blogspot.com/feeds/3795832880950824066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4365979564096287406&amp;postID=3795832880950824066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365979564096287406/posts/default/3795832880950824066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365979564096287406/posts/default/3795832880950824066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakaassecret.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Brendan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910229734898729850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6AI0hqjC5OU/StQ-c6j-YZI/AAAAAAAAADo/3klpCbWGv1I/S220/IMG_0177.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4365979564096287406.post-6146911483884901090</id><published>2008-06-20T22:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T02:48:08.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>time really flies</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;woke up this morning at around 10.30, den i smsed baby and baby was working le. she didn't bring her bag cuz she's kinda lazy to carry it up and down the bus, she told mi tat she's coming over to my place today!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;i jumped for joy quickly cuz it's been ages since she last spent the nite at my place! weee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;but i got sianed when i turn my head around..apparently my mum didn't clean the place when she went overseas, therefore i haf to go vacuum and mop the place!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;didn't really like to do chores tho, but baby's coming over..so no choice. i cleaned my place and by tat time it was already like 3.30pm, baby said she's goin home den taking a cab down with ah wei to woodlands to meet up with ah wei's BF.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;i was like "okies..slowly take ur time..i haven shower"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;i dash into the dam toilet and cleaned myself..i accidentally cut myself while shaving! (great isn't it?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;as a result, i haf to put a piece of plaster on my chin and dash out of the house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;wanted to take a cab down to causeway point, but baby dun allow. i got no choice but to take MRT instead, baby reached woodlands when i'm at jurong east.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;i reached there like 15mins later, aft tat i waited for baby at the control station. baby and ah wei couldn't figure out how to get to causeway point, as a result, they went to marsiling den change into MRT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;when i finally saw them, it was already like 30mins later..kinda worried tat baby lost her way!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;ah wei bought mi root beer! lols! (TY AH WEI FOR THE DRINKS! =D)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;baby and mi window shopped at causeway point for awhile den we went back to my place there de hawker center for dinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;acutally we planned for movies at 12.30am de, but baby dun feel like coming out, therefore we spend some quality time at home alone without anyone troubling us! x33&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;when we're in our room, we settled some scores between us! LOLS!~ (bu neng shuo de mi mi)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;aft tat we showered and watched D.Greyman tgt. i trained baby's char for awhile and aft tat we went to bedroom for more action till like 3am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;PS: baby time really flies when i'm with u, when i'm alone, time crawls like some snails. how i really wish tat i can like twist the time, when i'm alone..time goes faster and when i'm with u, time crawls or even stops! muacks! didn't write all these cuz dun wanna let u see! bleahs!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;v&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4365979564096287406-6146911483884901090?l=bakaassecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakaassecret.blogspot.com/feeds/6146911483884901090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4365979564096287406&amp;postID=6146911483884901090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365979564096287406/posts/default/6146911483884901090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365979564096287406/posts/default/6146911483884901090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakaassecret.blogspot.com/2008/06/time-really-flies.html' title='time really flies'/><author><name>Brendan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910229734898729850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6AI0hqjC5OU/StQ-c6j-YZI/AAAAAAAAADo/3klpCbWGv1I/S220/IMG_0177.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4365979564096287406.post-7298965871893800564</id><published>2008-06-19T20:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T11:10:37.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;woke up at 6am today cuz i'm gonna accompany baby to work! weee~ so happy tat finally can pei baby to work le!~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;i showered and went out of house smelling DAMN nice~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;i took a trip to pasir ris there to fetch baby, today baby's work place at hougang interchange.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;i met up with baby and we ate mac for breakfast, baby wanted mi to order happy meal cuz she wanted tat panda frm kung fu panda madly. we got the panda and baby was like playing with it throughout the whole journey there, aft we got off frm bus, baby wanted mi to put it infront on my shirt's pocket.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;i did cuz i can't simply find other place to put. =\ aft baby took her ezlink which was needed for some testing, we went to wait for the bus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;we took bus 112 and went around hougang, when we're at one of the stop, this cute little gal came aboard the bus with her granny. she was lookin at the panda which was on my pocket, we decided to gave it to her. seeing her so happy upon receiving tat panda, we're happy too! xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;anyways, now den i noe baby's job is soooooo boring. all she do is tap those cards till it runs out of money den she goes back to interchange and calls it a day..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;aft she calls it a day, we went to KFC for lunch..baby was like so hungry, we ordered 2pcs chicken meal, meltz and popcorn chicken meal..on top of tat, we had LARGE whipped potato!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;the best part is..WE FINISH THEM ALL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;i think i really put on ALOT of weight le..time to go for some gym session.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;aft our makan session, we took a walk at hougang mall, we went into comics connection cuz baby can't find a comb and apparently there DO sell them! baby noes that i like to collect lighter, she bought 1 with D.greyman cartoon on it de for mi! sweet right? x33.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we're on board the bus to baby's place, there's some annoying gina "paikia"..they're so annoying..which like make mi kinda pissed off..cuz baby and mi are trying to haf sometime to ourself den they invaded our space by talkin and seating dam near to us! when i reached home it's already 7pm and baby was halfway asleep le..my whole family went overseas to attend wedding dinner le..therefore i'm all alone..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;PS: baby really enjoyed goin to work with u, cuz can pei baby do alot alot of things together, we made someone happy together! xD. Ty baby for buying mi such a lovely lighter! m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;uacks~ i love it! awwwwwww~ baby how i wish it didn't end, i wanna pei u work for the rest of my life! muacks! x33&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4365979564096287406-7298965871893800564?l=bakaassecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakaassecret.blogspot.com/feeds/7298965871893800564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4365979564096287406&amp;postID=7298965871893800564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365979564096287406/posts/default/7298965871893800564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365979564096287406/posts/default/7298965871893800564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakaassecret.blogspot.com/2008/06/woke-up-at-6am-today-cuz-im-gonna.html' title=''/><author><name>Brendan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910229734898729850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6AI0hqjC5OU/StQ-c6j-YZI/AAAAAAAAADo/3klpCbWGv1I/S220/IMG_0177.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4365979564096287406.post-2579828196743696953</id><published>2008-06-18T00:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T00:47:53.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;TODAY IT'S A SPECIAL DAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;IT'S BABY AND ME DE ANNIVERSARY~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;DEAR WIFEY~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;HAPPY 8TH MONTH ANNIVERSARY~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;I LOVE U FOREVER~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;beNdaN x3 beNda 184&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;Li Wei x3 Hui Xuan 184&lt;/span&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/4365979564096287406-2579828196743696953?l=bakaassecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakaassecret.blogspot.com/feeds/2579828196743696953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4365979564096287406&amp;postID=2579828196743696953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365979564096287406/posts/default/2579828196743696953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365979564096287406/posts/default/2579828196743696953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakaassecret.blogspot.com/2008/06/today-its-special-day-its-baby-and-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Brendan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910229734898729850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6AI0hqjC5OU/StQ-c6j-YZI/AAAAAAAAADo/3klpCbWGv1I/S220/IMG_0177.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4365979564096287406.post-4398158766439834742</id><published>2008-06-17T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T12:10:21.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;now i truely believe tat BAD things come in 2. this morning sch called my dad and said appeal unsuccessful. that's 1 thing..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;2nd thing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;juz now my uncle came over my house at around 10+ when i was chatting with baby on the fone happily, i dressed up and went out with him. we had a chat an throughout the chat, he kept saying it's my fault and stuffs..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i hold back my fire until when we reached mac, i asked him &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;"wad's the sch definition of CHANGED?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;"if by not skipping sch, early for lessons, didn't sleep in class and do school work is still considered as NVR CHANGE den i rest my case"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;my uncle said sch record said i didn't change, how he noe? how the sch noe? they got track mi? all they noe is by RECORD RECORD RECORD..wad the hell does RECORD shows? can they show tat u've CHANGE? i didn't even accumulate anymore DP and they still dare to say i DIDN'T change?! WHAT THE FUCK?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i told him to go check sch's record if he liked so much, everything he said is onli by RECORD RECORD and more RECORD __&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;even government encourage ppl to haf this yellow ribbon project..wad abt sch?! they dun even fucking give anyone SECOND chance by changing their records..wad cb sch is tat?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;my uncle said he will keep helpin mi to appeal but if tat fails, i'll haf to go NS 1st..come out den see how's the situation again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i certainly hope tat i can finish my attachments den no nid to waste my time and waste my parent's $$.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;when i went home, i dun feel like talking but my mum kept asking mi alot alot alot of stupid questions. i juz nid some time alone..wad's wrong with tat? she's so annoying until i bth..cb..waste my fking time talkin to her..wad time izzit le..still shout like no nid $$..make mi open my fire summore..cb..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4365979564096287406-4398158766439834742?l=bakaassecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakaassecret.blogspot.com/feeds/4398158766439834742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4365979564096287406&amp;postID=4398158766439834742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365979564096287406/posts/default/4398158766439834742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365979564096287406/posts/default/4398158766439834742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakaassecret.blogspot.com/2008/06/now-i-truely-believe-tat-bad-things.html' title=''/><author><name>Brendan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910229734898729850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6AI0hqjC5OU/StQ-c6j-YZI/AAAAAAAAADo/3klpCbWGv1I/S220/IMG_0177.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4365979564096287406.post-8979665754492629365</id><published>2008-06-16T15:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T16:43:03.031+08:00</updated><title type='text'>overslept~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i decided to send baby to work today as she stayed over at hr aunt's place at jurong, i'm suppose to wake baby up at 5.30am. i woke up at 5am but went back to sleep until 6.20 when baby sms mi..i got so paniced tat i took 5mins to shower and 5mins to wear clothes den i dash out of house le..didn't even style hair..i str8 chiong out and took cab to jurong point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i reache jurong point, it was 6.45am. i met up with baby and she was there laughing a my hair! RAWR~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i quickly went to toilet and style up my hair den sent baby back to pasir ris. on the way back, we played with each other and we laughed all the way there. it's the 1st time i sent baby to work at such early hours and i really enjoyed it alot..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we reached pasir ris, baby went home to put down her stuffs. i was lookin for a spot to scare her and look ather at the same time, therefore i hid atthe staircase at the 2nd story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when baby came down, she saw mi! sians~ cannot scare her le =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bibi: "baby how come u noe i was hiding there?"&lt;br /&gt;baby: "cuz here is my di pan"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ain't my baby cute? lols~ sh made mi like laugh when she said that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had breakfast at mac, on the way there we saw jonathan, kailin, wayne and another malay gal..those are baby's fren but i think they nvr noticed mi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had mc griddle meal with iced milo and halfway thru, I GOT TAT DAM STOMACH ACHE! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:#$%#$^$%@#$#%^#$%#$"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;#$%#$^$%@#$#%^#$%#$&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; den haf to run to toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i came out aft doin my big business, it's already 8.45am! but baby wasn't wred at all..she's still sweetly sitting there and wait for mi so patiently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she really looked so sweet..juz like an angel~ awwwwwwww~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while i was eating, baby told mi tat her fone is running low on battery and i change fone with her. therefore she's now holding my fone and i'm holding hers. we decided to change back the nxt time we meet up xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aft i had my breakfast we took train to bedok mrt station as baby is working there. on the way there we chatted awhile and she left mi for work. i couldn't help but to look at her walkin away..how i wish i could juz stop her and ask her not to go work. =\&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4365979564096287406-8979665754492629365?l=bakaassecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakaassecret.blogspot.com/feeds/8979665754492629365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4365979564096287406&amp;postID=8979665754492629365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365979564096287406/posts/default/8979665754492629365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365979564096287406/posts/default/8979665754492629365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakaassecret.blogspot.com/2008/06/overslept.html' title='overslept~'/><author><name>Brendan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910229734898729850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6AI0hqjC5OU/StQ-c6j-YZI/AAAAAAAAADo/3klpCbWGv1I/S220/IMG_0177.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4365979564096287406.post-3907512425216645308</id><published>2008-06-14T16:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T18:50:22.954+08:00</updated><title type='text'>outing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;ytd morning woke up at 9am den i realise i was actually late! cuz when i woke up, baby's already at polyclinic! she's gonna see doc and take medicine soon! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;i showered, dress up and style my hair den i rushed out of my house. took a cab down to lakeside MRT den chage to train.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;when i reach pasir ris it's already 10.30, baby was already rotting and waiting for mi there..cuz she went to pasir ris MRT quite early.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;we went to lot 1 and we had lunch at aijisan..we had ramens and sushi. baby fed mi almost half of her ramens! RAWR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;aft tat we went to mini toons and i got some sweets and honey =\&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;we went to jurong point to watch kung fu panda cuz the cinema at lot 1 sux BIG time. i hugged baby's arm halfway through the show. so sweet~ aww~ during the movie baby was like "bibi i saw u! omg! u so li hai!" den i was searching all over the place for mi..den she said "neh~ tat panda is bibi nor!" she kept saying my belly veri useful! can bounce enemy away! F4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;aft the movies, we went to get my ear studs den we dunno y walk into NTUC and started our shopping spree =x i bought like $54 worth of stuffs tat's the main reason y i'm so broke now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;i oso bought some sweets for baby to eat with amanda and regan..lols..they so cute~ blur blur de! xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;when we reached the interchange, baby insisted tat i go home and not sending her to her aunt house 1st cuz they're coming home..later clash den GG =x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;i kept finding reason to let baby stay longer but in the end the bus still came den i went had board the bus even tho how i dun wan to.. T_T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;today i didnt meet up with baby cuz she can't come out, therefore i stayed and rotted at home like whole day! altho baby's like 1 bus away frm mi but i still cannot get to meet her..hais~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;PS: baby i miss u~ nxt time we go out earlier! den we can pak tor longer ner! no matter how early we go out, when it comes to the time to send u home, i still wun bear to de..baby muz call mi often oh~ now i'm like so free aft expulsion..almost thinking of rotting my day off =x muacks~ baby i love u~ x33&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4365979564096287406-3907512425216645308?l=bakaassecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakaassecret.blogspot.com/feeds/3907512425216645308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4365979564096287406&amp;postID=3907512425216645308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365979564096287406/posts/default/3907512425216645308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365979564096287406/posts/default/3907512425216645308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakaassecret.blogspot.com/2008/06/outing.html' title='outing'/><author><name>Brendan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910229734898729850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6AI0hqjC5OU/StQ-c6j-YZI/AAAAAAAAADo/3klpCbWGv1I/S220/IMG_0177.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4365979564096287406.post-8730871057342137707</id><published>2008-06-12T13:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T14:13:44.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>verdict..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;ytd around 3.18pm, i went to sch with my dad to receive the ULTIMATE verdict. JASmine's curse sort of came true..she cursed tat i got expel from sch..it really came true..well..sch's fuck up as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;my dad wasn't informed abt the inquiry immediately..he onli found out on monday. it's when he receive calls frm my mum den he noe de. the expulsion letter was issued on monday and i onli received it yesterday. my dad was kinda furious cuz of this tho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;aft my expulsion, my dad went back to office to get his fren to type out appeal letter. he also called my uncle to see wad he can do, both of them got up till like 3am to get my letter done. really ought to thank them for helping mi so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;when i told baby tat i got expelled, baby was like "are u serious? u sound so happy" and i was like "i dunno y i like so happy oso" perhaps i've been prepared for the worst le bahs..tat's y not veri worried now..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;today when i went to sch to hand in the appeal letter, tat fat cunning bitch was in the office therefore we passed her the letter. i'm not really sure if they gonna reinstate mi or not, if not i haf to think of other institution to go le.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;my dad was suggesting mi to go overseas for studies but i wasn't really keen cuz i can't bear to leave baby alone in singapore and pursue my studies. i'm not going anywhere without her, even if i haf to, i'll bring her along with mi! x3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;partly is cuz scare when i come back she'll run away with other guys le (kinda kiasu on my thinking but i dun care) another reason is like wad i mentioned, she bu de.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;i told baby abt it but she dun seem to b really keen, therefore i told her not to worry, i wun go anywhere without her de. i noe she wun wanna let mi go, it's the same for mi. i dun wanna let myself go as well..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;jun hao called mi juz now to ask if i really got expelled frm sch and i confirmed with him, i told him tat i appeal le now waiting for result.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;i'll drag tat lesbian bitch along if i cannot go back to sch. she'll suffer much worst fate than mi..muahahahahaha! i gt series of plans drawn up le..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;now i shall think of wad shld i b doin 10yrs down the road with current situation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;baby really did i big part to cheer mi up, altho she's tired out frm her job but she nvr fails to make mi laugh everytime. ty baby~ x33&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;PS: baby ty for cheering mi up ytd, tat's really veri sweet of u and i realise how much baby is to mi once again~ xD so happy! but think on the bright side, if i cannot get reinstate, i can grow long hair with colours! can work and earn a living to yang baby! xD lalalalalas~ baby mi now haf long term plans to make le oh! muz think of how to earn ALOT ALOT ALOT of money to yang baby! =x muacks~ x33 baby~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4365979564096287406-8730871057342137707?l=bakaassecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakaassecret.blogspot.com/feeds/8730871057342137707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4365979564096287406&amp;postID=8730871057342137707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365979564096287406/posts/default/8730871057342137707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365979564096287406/posts/default/8730871057342137707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakaassecret.blogspot.com/2008/06/verdict.html' title='verdict..'/><author><name>Brendan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910229734898729850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6AI0hqjC5OU/StQ-c6j-YZI/AAAAAAAAADo/3klpCbWGv1I/S220/IMG_0177.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4365979564096287406.post-9034747334124891240</id><published>2008-06-11T10:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T12:25:16.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>judgement day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;today i'm gonna face the ultimate judgement day, i'm goin to sch at around 3pm with my parents to meet up with tat FAT and FAKE bitch..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;my mum's been nagging for the past few days and it's DAMN annoying..zzz..annoying until i wanted to slap her and ask her to shut up.. =\&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;my dad called mi this morning and asked mi not to argue back with them or quarrel with them..baby oso told mi not to quarrel with them on the spot..let my dad settle..if i quarrel with them den no nid to sms baby le.. therefore i haf to hold back my fire and vent it all on blog and in games..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;if i got expelled, i'll waste my parents $$..they'll 100% blow up their top de..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;wish mi luck later..i'll update again when i get the verdict..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4365979564096287406-9034747334124891240?l=bakaassecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakaassecret.blogspot.com/feeds/9034747334124891240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6AI0hqjC5OU/StQ-c6j-YZI/AAAAAAAAADo/3klpCbWGv1I/S220/IMG_0177.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4365979564096287406.post-2203601350688171252</id><published>2008-06-09T23:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T00:31:29.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>confession</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;this morning i went to sch at 7.45am, when i reached there, onli jia min, val and wendi was there..jia min instructed us to come at 745 for the setup but nobody came..as a result..we kinda screw up alot of things..tables wasn't arranged to the back, no skirting, slides not in dept, font too small..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;i noe kwai they all put in alot of effort le..but i juz dun like how the rest of them behave. they act as if it's none of their business..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;aft our presentation, we went to KFC for lunch and we went back sch to sit in for presentation hearing at 1pm. the other group was kinda well prepared tho..altho we scored the 2nd highest in the whole level for out 1st presentation, but we kinda screw up for 2nd one..think we put in too much time and effort on 1st de le..den aft tat we slack for 2nd one..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;aft i went home, mummy told mi tat sch called and they wanted to see daddie on friday. i told daddie to ask them to postpone to monday cuz dun wanna interupt the meetin with baby on friday. baby is always my 1st priority, anything else dun really matters to mi..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; i chatted with baby aft her work, we chatted till 7pm..really felt like it's been a long long time since i last chatted with baby in the afternoon..perhaps it's those quarrels bahs..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;personally i kinda think tat i sort of neglected baby for a bit cuz of my projects and my case..really wanna make it up to her b4 i go attachment..therefore i wun allow ANY quarrels to come in between us anymore..i juz wanna spend as much time as i can with her..be it sms, on fone or meet up. i dun wan her to haf tat empty feeling, tat feeling really sucks BIG time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;i called baby at around 8pm to continue our chat, we chatted veri happily aft so long..i really could feel how lucky am i to haf her by my side for mi..she'll always b there to cheer mi up whenever i'm sad, she's always the drive for mi to carry on with my sch and as well as my work..cuz..i pictured her in every part of my life le..she's the onli one tat i want..i dun regret saying tat cuz i'm really in love with her..she's the best gift i could ever get and she's the least tat i ever wanna let go off..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;at 10pm we had some small chat and i confessed to her abt wad i've been feelin..abt wad i was thinkin..abt the picture i had 10yrs dwn the road..i wun elaborate on that cuz it's for her ears onli..baby hear le like abit mood less..i asked her if she's feelin sad or angry..she said none of the above..i asked her if she's feeling happy..she said dunno..i dunno wad happened, but i can see tat she's kinda troubled..hais..if i noe tat it'll turn out this way den i dun confess le..y muz i do all these wrong things at the wrong time? zzz..stupid mi..as a result..when we're abt to sleep, i can sense tat baby was like crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i asked her but she denied, so i didn't say anything aft tat le..i waited till she hanged up the call instead..actually wad was running thru my mind was, "wad will she feel?" "how? wad to do now?" "y did she cried?" "did i said something wrong?" i kept saying sorry inside my heart cuz i dunno wad i did..hais..can't really get those things off my mind..i juz kept thinkin of it..i really hope baby can read this entry as soon as possible..some of my feelings are not shown. it's hidden and can't b told..so i can onli let u noe over in my blog..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;PS: baby really sorry tat i made such a confession to u earlier on..guess u had a shock bahs..hais..sorry..but tat's wad i really wanted..those thingy tat i told u..i dun wanna look for my mrs right all over again le..i juz wan u..nobody else but u..i really dunno wad's wrong with the both of us these couple of days..we juz like quarrel every now and den..hais..really sorry..i wanna spend every minute of my time with u b4 i go out for attachments..really hope tat baby can read my blog frequently cuz sometime there's somethings i wanna say to u but i can't say it out..therefore i'll write it down in my blog.. i love u baby.. muacks~ x33&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4365979564096287406-2203601350688171252?l=bakaassecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakaassecret.blogspot.com/feeds/2203601350688171252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4365979564096287406&amp;postID=2203601350688171252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365979564096287406/posts/default/2203601350688171252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365979564096287406/posts/default/2203601350688171252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakaassecret.blogspot.com/2008/06/confession.html' title='confession'/><author><name>Brendan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910229734898729850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6AI0hqjC5OU/StQ-c6j-YZI/AAAAAAAAADo/3klpCbWGv1I/S220/IMG_0177.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4365979564096287406.post-7749281160631083719</id><published>2008-06-08T12:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T12:22:22.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;ytd's been a boring day..woke up at 10am (i think) den still dun haf the mood to get up cuz there's nth special to do. not meeting baby, not goin out and most importantly..THERE'S NTH TO DO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;i called baby at 11+ or 12 den we chatted till 1pm den she went to eat her lunch..as usual..INSTANT UDON WITH EGGS! but this time..it's 3 EGGS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;aft tat, baby went online to look for mi and we went to do monster carnival with her mei. we played till 7pm den we went for dinner. aft dinner, baby went to CS to look for cash items for both our noobs and as well as my main. we decided on wad CS items to buy! we're gonna change hair! weee! xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;aft tat, we went on msn and play game till 11.30, we went to SG boss aft tat. at around 12midnight, we went to sleep! i called baby and we chatted awhile..her marmie came in therefore we cannot chat anymore. baby insisted mi on singing song tonite again~ so i did..aft tat she accidentally on loudspeaker den her mum heard mi talking!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;i woke up at 10.30am today, smsed baby den i was still thinking of wad to do today. felt like goin out but nowhere to go, i onli wanna go out with baby! &gt;.&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;i learnt how to flip eggs on pan! weee~ i was so happy tat i cook 8 eggs! =x i'm still eating it now~ lalalalalas~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;most probably i'll b online and pei baby bahs..until nite den go sleep..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;i find tat my weekends are kinda boring..perhaps i should start to find thingy and do b4 i got nothing to write on my blog every weekends =x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;PS: baby we haf to find thingy and do tgt ner! we machiam weekend stay at home nia! we muz go out on sunday oso! (hinting baby) =x baby dun keep eating INSTANT UDON la~ INSTANT food no good de..high in MSG, SALT and PRESERVATIVE! cannot eat so much ah! x333 baby~ muacks~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4365979564096287406-7749281160631083719?l=bakaassecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakaassecret.blogspot.com/feeds/7749281160631083719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4365979564096287406&amp;postID=7749281160631083719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365979564096287406/posts/default/7749281160631083719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365979564096287406/posts/default/7749281160631083719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakaassecret.blogspot.com/2008/06/ytds-been-boring-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Brendan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910229734898729850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6AI0hqjC5OU/StQ-c6j-YZI/AAAAAAAAADo/3klpCbWGv1I/S220/IMG_0177.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4365979564096287406.post-1769883842109919447</id><published>2008-06-06T20:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T20:04:15.035+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bad things come in 2..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;if ytd's quarrel wasn't bad enuf, here's 1 more..juz now aft my measurements at the hotel, i called baby and we chatted on the fone. when she reached home, i was at raffles MRT station, the place was dam crowded and noisy. i raised my voice a little louder cuz i can't hear a thing den baby said i screamed at her..hais..aft tat she threw her tantrum, i kept apologizing to her but she dun wanna listen..we end off when she said she wanna go shower and sleep..hais..wtf was i thinking?! stupid me..ytd de quarrel still not enuf? y i itchy mouth go raise my voice juz because i can't hear? hais..stupid me..i really went back to the past..always makes baby unhappy again..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;i tried to sms and apologise to baby but she nvr reply..aft i reach lakeside, i went to market and get my dinner. when i went home i smsed baby at 7.45pm again..but she until now nvr reply mi..hais..it's already 8pm..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;i'm kinda worried tat baby will angry at mi even more..hais..i dun wan baby angry at all..seeing her angry at mi or cried cuz of mi makes my heart really pain..hais..really kinda no mood right now..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;PS: baby dun angry le ner..sorry sorry baby..dun angry at mi le ner T_T dui bu qi..bibi nu shi gu yi de..T_T -heart pain- hais..baby dun angry at mi le ner..muacks.. x33 baby loads&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4365979564096287406-1769883842109919447?l=bakaassecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakaassecret.blogspot.com/feeds/1769883842109919447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4365979564096287406&amp;postID=1769883842109919447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365979564096287406/posts/default/1769883842109919447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365979564096287406/posts/default/1769883842109919447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakaassecret.blogspot.com/2008/06/bad-things-come-in-2.html' title='bad things come in 2..'/><author><name>Brendan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910229734898729850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6AI0hqjC5OU/StQ-c6j-YZI/AAAAAAAAADo/3klpCbWGv1I/S220/IMG_0177.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4365979564096287406.post-2723281630202167839</id><published>2008-06-06T10:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T12:22:54.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'>differences.. T.T</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;ytd nite, a quarrel broke out while talkin to baby on the fone. it all started when i asked her wanna eat sweet corn anot, she screamed at mi and said "dun wan la!" i was abit unhappy cuz i asked her nicely den she screamed at mi. i sort of ignored her for awhile den she got angry oso..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;aft tat i apologised to her but she still ignored mi..aft awhile, she talked to mi but her tone seems veri sad and unhappy..of course i tried to make her laugh but she doesn't seems to b in the mood for tat..aft awhile we hung up as she said she wanna go to bed le..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;aft we hung up, she smsed mi and ask mi to reflect on myself..did i change? hais..my mood wasn't good for wednesday and ytd cuz of jason..tat's y i sort of like ignored baby..but i dun mean it at all..hais..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;i thought about it for the whole nite, i was wrong to ignore her and i shouldn't haf did those things ytd nite..hais...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;it's all my fault..everytime things will always turn out this way..nothing seems rite..no matter how much effort i put in and tried to make amendments but things still wun turn out the way i wanted..hais..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;i'm having a meeting with my hotel's uniform department later on at around 5pm cuz they haf to tailor made new uniforms for mi..apparently i'm too fat..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;PS: baby sorry abt ytd ner..didn't mean it de..sry..dun angry with mi le..juz tat i dun like tat jason to keep sms u..i'll get jealous de ma..summore he always said "i love u" and all those things..which guys wun get jealous? hais..nvms..sorry baby..dun angry le.. i love u..muacks~ x33&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4365979564096287406-2723281630202167839?l=bakaassecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakaassecret.blogspot.com/feeds/2723281630202167839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4365979564096287406&amp;postID=2723281630202167839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365979564096287406/posts/default/2723281630202167839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365979564096287406/posts/default/2723281630202167839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakaassecret.blogspot.com/2008/06/differences-tt.html' title='differences.. T.T'/><author><name>Brendan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910229734898729850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6AI0hqjC5OU/StQ-c6j-YZI/AAAAAAAAADo/3klpCbWGv1I/S220/IMG_0177.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4365979564096287406.post-2895454532624667356</id><published>2008-06-05T20:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T21:29:29.937+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BASTARD~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;today as promised to baby..i woke up at 10am. actually wanted to wake her up at 6.30am de, but she insist mi on sleeping! F5. aft i woke up, i tried to patch my damn maple but it wun work! as a result i haf to redownload whole maple..stupid..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;i oso scanned my com for virus and rubbish popups, while scanning i went to NTUC to get things to cook for lunch..in the end i got the same ingredients for curry rice. (i wun sians of those thingy!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;ytd baby told mi tat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;jason&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;smsed her again aft long time of Missing-In-Action. as usual, he still die die wan hong baby. aft hearing tat i wasn't veri happy of course, but i dun feel uneasy as the 1st time..i felt calmer..most probably is the relationship between baby and mi strengthened le bahs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;we seriously hardly quarrel le, we live everyday happily and most importantly we cherish each other more than before le. &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;but tat&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;jason&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;keeps annoying mi..cannot hong still die die wan stick there like super glue..damn extra..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;in the afternoon, aft baby's work she went to tampines mall with ah wei for a walk. she saw this flatties tat she likes a lot! we agreed to go shopping spree aft she got her pay =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;but excitement and happiness stopped when she told mi tat&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;jason&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;wanted to come find her. i told her tat if he go dwn den i'm oso goin dwn, she said no and she asked him dun come dwn. i told baby tat&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;jason&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;is always coming into our own world, it's like having a sunny day and we're enjoying it veri much den some dark clouds came over and cover us up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;i told her tat if he's gonna b so&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;EXTRA&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;again, i'm gonna make it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;UGLY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;..i do wad i said..den baby was like "i angry le ah!" i replied "u wan angry of mi cuz of him?" den baby didn't said anything at all..she onli said "sayang sayang" obviously i dun wan another quarrel cuz of another&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;JAS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;..zzz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;i tot finally can have a piece of mind in relationship le, nobody will come in and extra. but i'm wrong, troubles always brew when ur enjoying the sweetest moment with the one u love. damn&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ANNOYING&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;_|_&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;those red colour tat i highlighted are names and some ways to describe noob shyt! including my post tittle! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;PS: baby everyday so early wake up and work, summore at nite late late den sleep..sure will fall sick de..muz take care of urself okies? drink more water, eat more fruits..cannot eat so much fastfood ah! all the fastfood so fattening de. hmmms..baby muz keep away frm tat annoying asshole ah..tell him he wan hong again..i'll make his life miserable =D ur hubby is veri veri veri capable of doin things tat are against the rules. =D. muacks~ love baby~ x33&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4365979564096287406-2895454532624667356?l=bakaassecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakaassecret.blogspot.com/feeds/2895454532624667356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4365979564096287406&amp;postID=2895454532624667356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365979564096287406/posts/default/2895454532624667356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365979564096287406/posts/default/2895454532624667356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakaassecret.blogspot.com/2008/06/bastard.html' title='BASTARD~'/><author><name>Brendan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910229734898729850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6AI0hqjC5OU/StQ-c6j-YZI/AAAAAAAAADo/3klpCbWGv1I/S220/IMG_0177.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4365979564096287406.post-6367232954725681123</id><published>2008-06-04T19:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T20:01:10.019+08:00</updated><title type='text'>x.x</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;ytd i reached the meeting place @ 9pm and onli val was there, weiming was on the way there and sheng's cab broke dwn in the middle of PIE. when weiming arrived we decided to get some cup noodles and sit @ mos burger to slack.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;when we reached sch gate, the security guard said we can't go in and stay overnite cuz nobody gave notice to him. after much negotiation, we onli managed to let him allow us to setup the area. we arranged the tables and put on the tablecloth, move all the chairs and clear the rest of the litters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;we decided to went over to sheng's place to do our assignment as we do not have a place to go and we carried all our bags. we started on our assignments and halfway thru i watched movies as i do not have the "drive" to continue my assignments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;around 3am we decided to take a walk to McDonald's near sheng's place, when we reached there, they were having maintenance and therefore we can't buy anything! $%^#$%#^#$%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;we went to 7-11 instead and aft that we took a walk around the neighbourhood..we saw a lot of nice bungalow and nice cars! wooo~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;when we returned to sheng's house it's already 4am, time is running out for me and i decided to finish up my assignment. it was already 5.30am when i finally finish it, the rest of them are already fast asleep. altho i was wide awake at that time, my back hurts alot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;we took a cab to sch @ 7am and we're all tired like mad. when jiamin the all arrived with the stuffs, we unloaded them and sent them up to seminar room 2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;the whole event went quite smoothly and everything went nicely in place. after the whole event, we pack up everything and hurried down to the library to print out the assignments for submission.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;i struggled my way home as i'm so tired. when i reached home, i had curry rice for lunch and went to bed smsing with baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;i kept falling asleep halfway thru the sms, when baby finally finish work @ 4pm, i called her and we chatted over the phone till she reached home. she took a shower and i fell asleep aft tat..i onli realised it @ 6.30pm. i waited till 6.45 to give baby a call, when i called her the 2nd time she answered the fone but aft awhile she hung up without saying anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;when she woke up she said tat i fan si ren..hais..i wasn't on purpose de..usually i'll call her twice and if she nvr ans den i'll wait le..but i didn't noe baby will get so angry..this is the 1st time she said i fan..hais..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;PS: sorry baby..dun mean to annoy baby while baby's sleeping de..hais..sorry sorry.. T.T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;x33 baby loads. muacks~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4365979564096287406-6367232954725681123?l=bakaassecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakaassecret.blogspot.com/feeds/6367232954725681123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4365979564096287406&amp;postID=6367232954725681123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365979564096287406/posts/default/6367232954725681123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365979564096287406/posts/default/6367232954725681123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakaassecret.blogspot.com/2008/06/xx.html' title='x.x'/><author><name>Brendan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910229734898729850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6AI0hqjC5OU/StQ-c6j-YZI/AAAAAAAAADo/3klpCbWGv1I/S220/IMG_0177.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4365979564096287406.post-6780417798169337091</id><published>2008-06-03T15:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T16:06:15.188+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stupidity</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;monday i went to sign contract @ holiday inn parkview, my contract states tat i onli haf 6 days of ANNUAL leave..tat's like -.- hyatt is offering&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;10 days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;den holiday inn onli 6 days! wtf?! apart frm tat..i had 14 days of medical leave..hyatt is offering&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;UNLIMITED! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;STUPID!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;i had to attend this PRE EMPLOYMENT checkup at CUPPAGE de clinic -.- so far..i can grow SPIDER webs when i go there..but apart frm tat..all is well..baby's 1st day of work is pretty simple tho..she went there at 10.30am den start briefing and stuffs..when they are abt to start work, it's already like 2pm..den they work till around 4+ jiu go home le..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;she's tiring herself out by working! nxt time she'll b a tai tai at home! i'll b the sole breadwinner instead! =D (actually baby wanted mi to stay at home do chores, cook and take care of babies cuz i'm DARN good in cooking. =\)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;we took a nap till 7.30 den i woke her up, i can notice tat she's veri tired when she talked to mi over the fone..she came online at around 8pm when i was abt to call her..den we maple till around 2am! onli around 1.50 den she told mi tat she needs to wake up at 6.45! (bendan baby! always dun wan sleep early! tire urself out how?! always like tat de! RAWR!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;baby woke mi up at 9am today, i was thinking tat the seminar i had to attend is at 10.30..when i double check the invitation, it's at 9.30! den i rush to toilet, shower, dress up, style my hair and took a cab dwn to sch..when i reached there, it was already halfway thru.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;sheng was EVEN later than mi~ weee~ heng i'm not the latest =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;aft the seminar, we stayed back for project discussion. they decided to stay over in sch to complete the setup. unfortunately i was inside too! which means..tonite cannot pei baby le..sians~ baby today went for 2nd day of work..she said it was boring to tap in and out everytime. her tone was oso like kinda pek chek when she sms..f3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;ever since she started working, she seldom reply my sms even tho i was like sms her veri frequently. she took like 1hr to 1hr 30mins to reply..sometimes nvr even reply..i didn't really made a big fuss over it tho..dun wanna b a burden to her when she's working..but it would really b nice if she sms mi more..cuz i'm like so bored everyday..wanna talk to her but she's working, wanna go gai gai with her but she's workin. we can't meet tat frequent as compared to last time as well..cuz of her work..so i was hoping to talk on fone and sms frequently so tat i wun really miss her tat much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;perhaps i haf to start adepting to the change bahs..if not when i start attachment den it'll b kinda late to adept le.. =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;PS: baby it's been like dunno how many days since u last tagged my message board..it's kinda empty without u tagging..perhaps u've been busy..tat's y nvr drop by to read my blog..but nvms..i'll still write as much as i can when i'm free..so tat 1 day when ur online u can read everything over here.. =D kinda miss u as well..even tho we can't meet as frequent as b4 and we dun sms tat frequent but i wan u to noe tat my love for u wun grow less, it'll onli grow stronger and stronger. muacks~ baby i love u~ &lt;33 (Li Wei x33 Hui Xuan Always)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4365979564096287406-6780417798169337091?l=bakaassecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakaassecret.blogspot.com/feeds/6780417798169337091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4365979564096287406&amp;postID=6780417798169337091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365979564096287406/posts/default/6780417798169337091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365979564096287406/posts/default/6780417798169337091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakaassecret.blogspot.com/2008/06/stupidity.html' title='stupidity'/><author><name>Brendan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910229734898729850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6AI0hqjC5OU/StQ-c6j-YZI/AAAAAAAAADo/3klpCbWGv1I/S220/IMG_0177.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4365979564096287406.post-7482852519002465683</id><published>2008-06-01T23:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T23:27:13.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>boring day~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;today's a boring day cuz i was stuck at home..kinda lazy to go out, therefore decided to stay at home and pei baby..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;baby woke up at around 10+ den we went to maple, she was lookin all over the FM for genesis bk2 and i was like "baby i go get owl and help u find" to lighten her hassel..f3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;she passed her genesis bk2 and she was so thru the roof..instead of training our noob, she bought 2x and went to train her bishop. of cuz i got nth to do but to train our char to lvl 30 den do job advancement..but there's like a little commotion over some small issue..but we resolve it and therefore it nvr grew into something big! xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;i had this pineapple rice for lunch but it's DAMN HUGE..they put the rice in the pineapple and i was like "omg"think i'm gonna like put on weight le! time to go on diet~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;anyways..aft i had my dinner, i had zhu jiao chu! baby's favourite den baby was like keep wanting to eat! lalalas~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;weee~ tmr signing contract le..finally can put 1 big stone dwn~ juz hope everything turns out right bahs~ baby is really my lucky charm..everything seems to go veri well aft we're tgt..she's destined to b with mi~ destined to b mine! xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;PS: baby nxt time den mi cook zhu jiao chu for baby okies?! xD mine sure better than baby de popo de! cuz i'm pro bibi! lalalas~ baby mi tonite sure happy dao cannot sleep le~ cuz tmr signing contract! weee~ muacks~ think baby's com not working le..den i call baby bahs~ muacks~ x3333 baby loads~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4365979564096287406-7482852519002465683?l=bakaassecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakaassecret.blogspot.com/feeds/7482852519002465683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4365979564096287406&amp;postID=7482852519002465683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365979564096287406/posts/default/7482852519002465683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365979564096287406/posts/default/7482852519002465683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakaassecret.blogspot.com/2008/06/boring-day_01.html' title='boring day~'/><author><name>Brendan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910229734898729850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6AI0hqjC5OU/StQ-c6j-YZI/AAAAAAAAADo/3klpCbWGv1I/S220/IMG_0177.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4365979564096287406.post-6401010776811326809</id><published>2008-05-31T22:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T23:08:41.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pizza treats~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Today woke up at 8am cuz meeting baby..i did all the usual stuffs, shower, shave, brush teeth and wash face..i took DAMN long to get out of the house! i finish showering at 8.13 but i got out of house at 9.13..u noe y?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;i took 1 hour to change my clothes..cuz cannot decide on wad to wear..i kept changing and wearing back the same pants. =\ finally i chose to wear long sleeve shirt with 3/4 pants..f3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;while on my way to meet baby, i met hwa leong's bro on the train..he's goin to expo to work, therefore i went there with him. we chatted abt everyone on the way there..kinda miss daryl, zhi xiong, jeffrey and see ho they all..veri long nvr play basket ball with them le..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;after meeting baby at pasir ris, we went to jurong point for lunch as she's goin to her popo hse. we had pizza hut for lunch~ yum yum~ but the service there sucks to the max..we had to stand at the reception are and wait for like 5mins den we are served when there;s totally NOBODY at all..if they dunno how to serve guess in a faster way, they can like to go SHATEC and learn de..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;aft tat we went to kiddy palace for a walk..baby was like "bibi where's the nappy section? i wanna get nappy for ben bear" den i was like "baby..ppl now dun use nappy le..all use pampers"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;den we ponder upon this pampers section and baby asked mi if they got the ASS size for ben bear..she even said wan get those adult de pampers for ben bear! F3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;aft our trip to kiddy palace, we went to NTUC and baby bought ALOT of thingy for mi! OMFG..she always buy so many things for mi to bring home de..like scare gt war like tat..f3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;PS: baby~ monday lunch with ah wei~ lalalalas` muacks~ oh ya baby! nxt time dun buy so much thingy gif mi ner..baby muz save $$ oso ner..if not nxt time poor poor how?! bendan baby..always buy so many thingy for mi scare i hungry or lazy go out buy..always so caring and so sweet de~ awww~ muacks~ x333 baby loads~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4365979564096287406-6401010776811326809?l=bakaassecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakaassecret.blogspot.com/feeds/6401010776811326809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4365979564096287406&amp;postID=6401010776811326809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365979564096287406/posts/default/6401010776811326809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365979564096287406/posts/default/6401010776811326809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakaassecret.blogspot.com/2008/05/pizza-treats.html' title='pizza treats~'/><author><name>Brendan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910229734898729850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6AI0hqjC5OU/StQ-c6j-YZI/AAAAAAAAADo/3klpCbWGv1I/S220/IMG_0177.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4365979564096287406.post-3976701824950604166</id><published>2008-05-30T21:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T22:04:35.142+08:00</updated><title type='text'>care bear! =x</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;today i went to sch for my stupid english presentation, it's onli like a 5mins project but we haf to do so many stupid thingy -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;i scored 15/20 for my presentation! during jun hao's presentation, he had this quiz time and i won a carebear! it's soooooooo cuteeeeeee~ here's the pic~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6AI0hqjC5OU/SEAILDEr4II/AAAAAAAAAA0/1XwZNfVyBE8/s1600-h/Nice+oh%21150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6AI0hqjC5OU/SEAILDEr4II/AAAAAAAAAA0/1XwZNfVyBE8/s320/Nice+oh%21150.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206170155136835714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;isn't it cute? =x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;my class ended at 12.30 and we proceed to group discussion..i'll b goin to sch for setup of place on tuesday 10.30pm..i was like "sians" cuz 10.30 i pei baby talk on fone de time leh! den haf to go stupid setup..zzz..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;aft i went home, baby went to see doc at HPB. she said tat doc said her back wasn't bad..so onli nid to go back see doc nxt year..she still can smile at mi! i was worrying like mad! F5!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;baby's fone was low batt therefore i nvr really get to sms much with her..kinda miss her tho.. &gt;.&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;well..today dun really haf much to write..i'm looking forward to meeting baby tmr! at the same time, i'm oso worrying abt baby's 1st day at work.. =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;PS: baby~ muz take care take care and take care of urself when ur working okies?! monday we haf lunch tgt aft i sign my contract! =D we go lunch with ah wei! =x oops! time to call baby again le! &gt;.&lt;&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4365979564096287406-3976701824950604166?l=bakaassecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakaassecret.blogspot.com/feeds/3976701824950604166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4365979564096287406&amp;postID=3976701824950604166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365979564096287406/posts/default/3976701824950604166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365979564096287406/posts/default/3976701824950604166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakaassecret.blogspot.com/2008/05/care-bear-x.html' title='care bear! =x'/><author><name>Brendan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910229734898729850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6AI0hqjC5OU/StQ-c6j-YZI/AAAAAAAAADo/3klpCbWGv1I/S220/IMG_0177.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6AI0hqjC5OU/SEAILDEr4II/AAAAAAAAAA0/1XwZNfVyBE8/s72-c/Nice+oh%21150.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4365979564096287406.post-2843005206146627489</id><published>2008-05-29T22:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T23:34:00.331+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;i went to polyclinic this morning to take an MC as i'm meeting baby later on, surprisingly baby woke up at 7am and she pei mi sms till she went to take a shower and came dwn to meet mi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;anyways while i was at the polyclinic, i managed to outshine those UNCLES and AUNTIES by getting the 1st queue number. but i spent like 50mins to wait for the damn doctor..wad kinda Philippine doctor is tat..cb..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;the pharmacy prescript mi with this drug for constipation tat haf to stuff it up my anus de..kinda stupid..i threw it away! =x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;when i met baby at lakeside MRT station, i was totally stunnned..she looks gorgeous in her new skinny jeans and her new hairstyle! omg! baby is still so pretty~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;we went to jurong east de mac for breakfast den we went to IMM to walk and get stuff for lunch. baby bought 2 different colours of shoe laces and we made couple shoes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;baby came over my hse and stayed till 7.30pm..she bought mask for mi and i force her to put 1 on as well~ aft tat we took a nap in my room and we played till around 7pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6AI0hqjC5OU/SD7F7TEr4HI/AAAAAAAAAAs/RNbhTuYnYko/s1600-h/Nice+oh%21136.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6AI0hqjC5OU/SD7F7TEr4HI/AAAAAAAAAAs/RNbhTuYnYko/s320/Nice+oh%21136.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205815841809752178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;these are our couple shoes! can guess which one is mine and which is baby's?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;apparently i'm BAAAAAAD at putting shoe lace..therefore i made baby's shoe looked weird T.T she made it pretty nice for mi~ awwww~ ain't my wifey sweet?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;tmr baby will b goin to MOH for her backbone checkup..hope she'll b okies..dam worried &gt;.&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;PS: baby tmr muz tell mi wad doc said ah! and hor! today baby nvr mum mum! F5! muz remember to mum mum ner! mi forgot onli den baby nvr mum mum le! i piak ur pii pii den u noe ah! &gt;.&lt; i miss baby ner! T_T muacks~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4365979564096287406-2843005206146627489?l=bakaassecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakaassecret.blogspot.com/feeds/2843005206146627489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4365979564096287406&amp;postID=2843005206146627489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365979564096287406/posts/default/2843005206146627489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365979564096287406/posts/default/2843005206146627489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakaassecret.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-went-to-polyclinic-this-morning-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Brendan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910229734898729850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6AI0hqjC5OU/StQ-c6j-YZI/AAAAAAAAADo/3klpCbWGv1I/S220/IMG_0177.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6AI0hqjC5OU/SD7F7TEr4HI/AAAAAAAAAAs/RNbhTuYnYko/s72-c/Nice+oh%21136.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4365979564096287406.post-2358283110551193434</id><published>2008-05-28T21:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T21:55:39.402+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy bii bii &amp; baby~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Today's been a veri wonderful day for mi and baby!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;baby pass ALL her subjects and Holiday Inn called mi and offered mi a contract! i'll b signing it on this coming monday! weee~ no more sleepless nights and no more worry abt no hotel for attachment!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Today's lesson started @ 2pm..E&amp;amp;C teacher was on MC therefore the lesson is cancelled. the whole class keep whining abt comin to sch @ 2pm..actually it's quite a hassle to come @ 2pm until around 4.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;when i reached Jurong East Interchange, it started raining and i did not bring my umbrella..as usual, i'm wet..wad a weather..hope tmr when i go out with baby it wun rain..hate rainy days!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;anyways..all we did in sch for POM is onli do 2 quiz and go thru some stupid article..f**king FAT b*tch teacher was like a pain in the ass..it juz wun go away..really dun haf a good impression of her..moron lai de.. =\&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;when i reached home it's already 5.15pm. baby was already asleep, therefore i on the com and played cabal till around 6pm den went over to maple till 6.45 den i call baby and wake her up! xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;whenever she wakes up, her voice will always b the sweetest! awww~ her voice totally melts my heart..how i wish i can hear her voice and see her everytime i open my eyes in the morning~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;we chatted on the fone till 7.15pm and baby went for her dinner~ omg~ i really can't wait for tmr! finally can meet baby aft like 2 MISERABLE weeks~ weee~ ^.^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;PS: awwwwww~ baby so sweet~ muacks~ i haf to look for clothes to wear wor..cuz dunno wad to wear..hmmmms..cannot wear too nice when i wanna go see doc ma..later doc think i take MC juz to go out! hmmmms..i wear 3/4 pants and stripe polo tee bahs~ den keep my wax with mi..so tat later can style b4 baby come! muacks~ time to call baby le~ muacks muacks~ i love u~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4365979564096287406-2358283110551193434?l=bakaassecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakaassecret.blogspot.com/feeds/2358283110551193434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4365979564096287406&amp;postID=2358283110551193434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365979564096287406/posts/default/2358283110551193434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365979564096287406/posts/default/2358283110551193434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakaassecret.blogspot.com/2008/05/happy-bii-bii-baby.html' title='Happy bii bii &amp; baby~'/><author><name>Brendan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910229734898729850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6AI0hqjC5OU/StQ-c6j-YZI/AAAAAAAAADo/3klpCbWGv1I/S220/IMG_0177.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4365979564096287406.post-4027053557828405073</id><published>2008-05-27T21:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T22:02:24.651+08:00</updated><title type='text'>monday and today</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I forgot to update my blog ytd..so i'm gonna write it now~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;on monday, i went for an interview @ Holiday Inn Parkview. Daniel and i went out @ 1pm, altho mine was at 3.30 but i'm too reluctant to attend mr. foo's lesson..dam boring..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;when we reached centrepoint it's already 2.10pm, daniel's interview's at 2.30. we went to the gents and style our hair, touch up on dressing and as well as cover up daniel's pimples with those cream he got frm "delifrance" aunty =x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;they will b arranging to sign daniel tmr and aft my interview they onli called mi to wait for fone call tmr..hais..dam stress..LUCKILY my ben ben de baby is always there to cheer mi up, entertain mi whenever i'm down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;TUESDAY:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I went to sch today @ 8.30am, olivia came and she sat beside mi, we chatted and gossip abt jeremy tat cbk in class and as well as olivia's BF (as usual)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;we finished sch at 11.15am and i got lunch and went home to pei baby maple. we maple till around 8+ den baby's aunt lock her bro's room..therefore she can't use com anymore..we smsed and she told mi tat she wanted to look for a 2nd user to train her char as she wanted mi to train my char as well..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;she pondered upon JASON which i personally dun agreed on as the previous case will happen..i dun like the feelin of jealousy and tat moron did tat..zzz..but ultimately it's still up to baby to decide..if u ask mi, i wun agree cuz being jealous is veri veri veri baaaaad~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;PS: baby if u wanna get JASON to b ur 2nd user den up to u bahs..it's okies de..dun care mi.. =\&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;OOPS! time to call baby! MUACKS~ I LOVE U DEAR~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4365979564096287406-4027053557828405073?l=bakaassecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakaassecret.blogspot.com/feeds/4027053557828405073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4365979564096287406&amp;postID=4027053557828405073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365979564096287406/posts/default/4027053557828405073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365979564096287406/posts/default/4027053557828405073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakaassecret.blogspot.com/2008/05/monday-and-today.html' title='monday and today'/><author><name>Brendan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910229734898729850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6AI0hqjC5OU/StQ-c6j-YZI/AAAAAAAAADo/3klpCbWGv1I/S220/IMG_0177.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4365979564096287406.post-662319902862175200</id><published>2008-05-25T22:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T22:15:24.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>10th post! xD</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;okies..this is like my 10th post~ so..hmmms~ happy 10th post to mi? =x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;This is how i spend my day today!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;9am: Wake up from my "handsome" sleep cuz gals usually will say beauty sleep..therefore guys shld haf yandao sleep =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;9.30am: watch doreamon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;10am: eat breakfast and lunch [had fried bee hoon with chicken wings and luncheon meat]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;11am: went cabal awhile and watch Zhong Hua Ying Xiong on SCV [i can multi task darn well]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;12.30pm: went to maple to pei baby aft i called her on the fone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;5pm: baby and mi decided to go zak cuz we gt nth to do..to our surprise some cbk went in BOTH ch's zak and hoggin it, makin it PRIVATE zak..zzz..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;7pm: we created our own BG batch it took like DAM long for it to start cuz some ppl cannot find their VERI own BM -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;8.30pm: baby DC frm zak when she was like gene-ing BGB.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;9pm: BG down and i went out of it..went to ch12 and waited for baby to come out frm cash shop. i went to cash shop as well to pick my new CS outfit..i'm too yandao to b ugly =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;10pm: write blog halfway..goin back to maple to pei baby~ &lt;333&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;there u go..tats roughly my day today..kinda normal huhs.. =D i'm having my interview at holiday inn park view @ 3.30pm tmr..gotta b as shuai as possible! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;PS: baby tmr muz support mi for my interview oh! carlton rejected mi thru EMAIL. T_T sobsob..sad~ &lt;333&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4365979564096287406-662319902862175200?l=bakaassecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakaassecret.blogspot.com/feeds/662319902862175200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4365979564096287406&amp;postID=662319902862175200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365979564096287406/posts/default/662319902862175200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365979564096287406/posts/default/662319902862175200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakaassecret.blogspot.com/2008/05/10th-post-xd.html' title='10th post! xD'/><author><name>Brendan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910229734898729850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6AI0hqjC5OU/StQ-c6j-YZI/AAAAAAAAADo/3klpCbWGv1I/S220/IMG_0177.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4365979564096287406.post-2329207428949671787</id><published>2008-05-24T21:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T22:04:16.644+08:00</updated><title type='text'>woes~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;ytd nite baby and mi decided to "rest" our eyes at 10pm, therefore we took a short nap. but baby was so soundly asleep tat i can't wake her up @ 11pm! as a result, we miss our D.Greyman. =\&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;today didn't went out with baby cuz she's not goin to her popo's hse..kinda sad..cuz miss her alot.. =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;i woke up @ 8.30am this morning cuz my annoying mum off the darn aircon and apparently i cannot go back to sleep aft tat.. =\&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;baby woke up at around 9.30 den i called her, she was kinda sad tat she missed ytd's episode but she felt better aft tat. i went to return those VCDs tat i borrowed from jurong point last week..on the up i met this retarded FAT kid who kept singing TECHNO on the dam bus..he was singing all the way to jurong point..despite everyone's laughing, he continued to sing like nobody's business..moron -.- . anyways when i was at the VCD shop, they freaking charge mi extra $3 for overdue..[#$%^#$^$%%#$%] freaking waste of $$ if i noe dun return them le..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;i bought 2 cans of kernel corns frm NTUC and i went back home. everything seems pretty usual for mi but there's always been a few things on my mind.. 1)when i go attachment den baby i will spend lesser time with baby. 2) i still can't find a hotel yet. 3) worried tat baby might like some other guys. =\&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;all these probs haf been bothering mi since last week..i kept thinking of it like no nid money (well actually really no nid money)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;it's getting more and more vexing as days passed..when everyone of my classmates got their contract and i'm like one of the last few who is still lookin for vacancies..hais~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;PS: baby i miss u alot alot~ sob sob~ how i wish i stay like juz directly nxt door of baby..den we can meet each other everyday..den i do not haf to suffer frm this xiang xi bing le.. T_T [baby aishiteru]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4365979564096287406-2329207428949671787?l=bakaassecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakaassecret.blogspot.com/feeds/2329207428949671787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4365979564096287406&amp;postID=2329207428949671787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365979564096287406/posts/default/2329207428949671787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365979564096287406/posts/default/2329207428949671787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakaassecret.blogspot.com/2008/05/woes.html' title='woes~'/><author><name>Brendan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910229734898729850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6AI0hqjC5OU/StQ-c6j-YZI/AAAAAAAAADo/3klpCbWGv1I/S220/IMG_0177.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4365979564096287406.post-7243818967384965296</id><published>2008-05-22T21:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T21:25:50.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rushing?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;everything seems to pass so quickly today, i woke up at 8.30 den i started staring into blank space creating tat "crazy eyes" effect. i kinda like stare into blank till 9.30 den my fone rang..i picked up and it was gil, she called and complaint tat some idiot is sexually harassing her again. she was VERI upset, she said tat her dad will come over to SG on tues and wed she will go settle all her bills and the stuffs tat she owe mi den she will b goin on a holiday (i wonder if her dad's really comin on tues cuz it's like she's been sayin it for veri long time)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;my parents found out abt the fone line debt and they're like pressing mi to ask gil to settle it quickly..i dun even noe how to tell gil..she's having so much trouble on maple and in RL le..if i crack tat to her..it'll b like a bomb exploding on her face..terrible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;anyways, i totally forgot abt my assignment until when i was in sch playing bingo with jennifer den she told mi abt it..i was like "oh..okies" altho i told myself to do my assignment but until now as i'm writing blog entry, i still dun feel any stress on the assignment..how? i'm still like slacking away..i haven even send out more resume to hotels yet..oh man..i'm really slacking my life away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;when i reached home frm sch, baby went to sch to see her DM regarding meng wei de case..indirectly she was involve too..cuz she's a bystander there..her mum was called there and her mum had an argument with the DM..something like my dad did in the past~ =x.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;baby went for a hair cut aft tat..she kept jokin and tellin mi tat she wanna cut boyish haircut den i was like "OMG NO! DUN DUN DUN" baby always likes to tease mi like tat &gt;.&lt; .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;b4 our dinner time, baby suddenly felt very hot den she was like throwing her temper around despite my effort of tryin to ask her to calm dwn..i failed, i resorted to kept quiet and let her scream at mi as a form of venting. =\&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;owell..guess i'll b doin my assignment aft i talked to baby on the fone later bahs..tmr haf to hand in le..sians~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;PS: baby nxt time hot hot muz calm dwn ner! the more pek chek u are den the hotter u'll get~ muz guaii guaii listen to mi ah~ if not i'll BITE! =x muacks~ baby i love u LOADS~ &lt;33&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4365979564096287406-7243818967384965296?l=bakaassecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakaassecret.blogspot.com/feeds/7243818967384965296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4365979564096287406&amp;postID=7243818967384965296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365979564096287406/posts/default/7243818967384965296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365979564096287406/posts/default/7243818967384965296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakaassecret.blogspot.com/2008/05/rushing.html' title='Rushing?'/><author><name>Brendan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910229734898729850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6AI0hqjC5OU/StQ-c6j-YZI/AAAAAAAAADo/3klpCbWGv1I/S220/IMG_0177.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4365979564096287406.post-1066060649952363930</id><published>2008-05-21T23:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T00:30:26.012+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunshine After The Rain</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Today I went to sch feelin down as usual cuz of wad happened ytd, we had 1 hour of lesson and i'm off back home to get ready for my interview at carlton hotel. while i was at home, i kept thinkin of baby and smsing baby in hoping for her to reply but to no avail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;i decided to get dressed up and prepare for interview instead, therefore as usual, i took a shower, brush my teeth, rinse my mouth with listrine and dress up. aft spending like 10mins thinkin of wad kind of hairstyle to style, i decided to style back the spiky ones juz tat less of the spikes =x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;while on the way there, i smsed baby and ask her to forgive mi again. but she nvr reply..therefore i was dishearted and i fell asleep on the train till i reach city hall. when i was on the escalator up to the control station, i realised tat i forgot to bring my passport size photo..WTF?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;luckily i was able to get the HR manager to like send her over email which i juz sent, throughout the interview, the manager asked mi alot of question such as "y do u choose hospitality line" &amp;amp; "hospitality line veri long hours and lil pay..y do u still wanna join?" so i juz told her how i felt and to my suprise she asked mi to come for another interview nxt week if i'm short listed =\&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;throughout the interview, baby smsed mi! she ask mi to jy! she's no longer angry with mi le! weee! i was head over heels! baby told mi tat her sch's DM wanna see her parents tmr. everything goes well for mi and her and i'm DAM happy tat she's forgiven mi and we're back to the happy old days~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;on the other hand i'm worried abt baby's stuffs in sch..afraid tat she'll get bullied, she dunno how to take care of herself! i'm always worried abt her!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;PS: sorry baby~ baby muz learn to take care of urself in sch okies?! canot let other ppl bully oh! baby always dunno how to take care of urself de!~ muz learn ah! muacks~ I love u baby~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4365979564096287406-1066060649952363930?l=bakaassecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakaassecret.blogspot.com/feeds/1066060649952363930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4365979564096287406&amp;postID=1066060649952363930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365979564096287406/posts/default/1066060649952363930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365979564096287406/posts/default/1066060649952363930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakaassecret.blogspot.com/2008/05/sunshine-after-rain.html' title='Sunshine After The Rain'/><author><name>Brendan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910229734898729850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6AI0hqjC5OU/StQ-c6j-YZI/AAAAAAAAADo/3klpCbWGv1I/S220/IMG_0177.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4365979564096287406.post-562756081810080781</id><published>2008-05-20T23:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T23:51:42.534+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;1st half of the day was quite alright except for the missing baby part, aft my sch things went TERRIBLY wrong..i was told by my fren to apologise to jas cuz of friday issue and to get her not to pester mi anymore but aft i did those she turn and scolded mi..she curse and swear so much tat i almost fall of the train. =\. she curse and swear at mi still nvms..but she even scolded baby! knn pcb..my gf for u to scold de? nb..scold mi can..but not my gf..nobody will lay a finger or a drop of saliva on my gf..NO ONE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;when i reach home aft my hair cut, i woke baby up and told baby wad happened..she got angry and said "huo gai" instead.. T_T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;i was totally in a state of despair, she juz kept ignoring mi till we hung up. aft her dinner i called her again, as usual i tried to ask her to forgive mi but to no avail..den she said "u wanna sms her juz go ahead. i dun care"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;i explained to her tat i dun wanna sms her..i onli sms her cuz to clarify things and not to look for her and stuffs..i even deleted her msn, friendster, contact no. and remove her frm my BL. my point is, i dun wan cuz of some bitch den mi and baby quarrel. it's been so hard for us to b tgt and tat time was cuz of jason and now jas..wad's wrong with all the person with the name JAS infront..they're like trying to break us up..HMMMMS.. perhaps nxt time i'll forbid anyone with the name JAS infront to come near mi and baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;hais..she's still angry at mi despite all my efforts..am i wrong? i was onli tryin to help..hais..i was so sad tat i nvr even prepare my stuffs for tmr's interview..owell..hais..hope it turns out well tmr den..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;PS: sorry baby..dun angry at mi le..i'm really veri sorry..i noe tat i'm stupid..marmie told mi le..i promise i wun do it again le.. T.T. i still love u alot baby..muacks~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4365979564096287406-562756081810080781?l=bakaassecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakaassecret.blogspot.com/feeds/562756081810080781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4365979564096287406&amp;postID=562756081810080781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365979564096287406/posts/default/562756081810080781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365979564096287406/posts/default/562756081810080781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakaassecret.blogspot.com/2008/05/bad-day.html' title='Bad Day'/><author><name>Brendan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910229734898729850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6AI0hqjC5OU/StQ-c6j-YZI/AAAAAAAAADo/3klpCbWGv1I/S220/IMG_0177.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4365979564096287406.post-3146678284867199994</id><published>2008-05-19T22:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T22:30:18.164+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;it's been a BORING day, woke up at 8+ as i kept thinkin of baby. this morning while showering i can't keep myself from missing her even while i'm shaving..as a result, i cut myself somewhere near my throat..it's not really a deep cut tho but it kept bleeding for 20mins. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;altho we sms and chatted online but the feelin of worry is still veri much bothering mi. she's been having this vomiting feeling since she woke up, wonder if she felt better?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;we juz ended our phone conversation cuz her mum's sleepin in her room tonite, apparently her dad isn't at home and her mum's afraid of slepin alone so owell..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;i can't stop thinkin of her specially when i'm doin things tat we did, we watched shows, cook, wrote blog, grocery shoppin, play and sleep tgt. really hope tat i'll b able to see her soon enuf, i'm stayin in the west and she's stayin in the east therefore meetin up isn't really possible, besides both of us are studyin and my fucking timetable dun allows mi to go meet her aft my god damn sch..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;tonite my parents will b back frm bali..hope they bought the stuffs tat i want them to get for mi at DFS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;PS: baby muz remember to drink water whenever u come read my blog ah! nowadays veri heaty, drink LOADS of water. lastly, baby i'm still missin u as much as before. this feelin keeps bothering mi and i can't shake it off.. T_T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4365979564096287406-3146678284867199994?l=bakaassecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakaassecret.blogspot.com/feeds/3146678284867199994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4365979564096287406&amp;postID=3146678284867199994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365979564096287406/posts/default/3146678284867199994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365979564096287406/posts/default/3146678284867199994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakaassecret.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-love.html' title='My Love'/><author><name>Brendan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910229734898729850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6AI0hqjC5OU/StQ-c6j-YZI/AAAAAAAAADo/3klpCbWGv1I/S220/IMG_0177.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4365979564096287406.post-1839423329704542436</id><published>2008-05-19T09:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T10:10:16.112+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing You</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;ytd while sending baby home, i really dun feel like letting her go but she haf to. so owell..anyways aft she went home..i took a train home alone..she's always so sweet and so caring. even before i went home she still asked mi if i had enuf money to buy my stuffs for nxt day. she knew tat i'm super lazy to go out therefore she ytd accompany mi to sheng siong to get my cookin stuffs..she bought so much things for mi..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;on the train home, i kept thinkin of her..everything juz seems so fast..those days tat i had with her juz pass so fast. when i reach home, i juz kept thinkin of her. how i wish she nvr went home..forever..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;i'm alone today..still thinkin of should i go out to get my stuffs today =\ . guess today will b pretty boring as i wun haf baby to talk to. i wonder how long do i haf to wait to see baby's smile and seeing her when i wakes up again..hais~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;PS:baby i miss u alot! really really miss u alot..i dun wan baby to go home! i wan baby pei mi everyday! T.T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4365979564096287406-1839423329704542436?l=bakaassecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakaassecret.blogspot.com/feeds/1839423329704542436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4365979564096287406&amp;postID=1839423329704542436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365979564096287406/posts/default/1839423329704542436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365979564096287406/posts/default/1839423329704542436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakaassecret.blogspot.com/2008/05/missing-you.html' title='Missing You'/><author><name>Brendan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910229734898729850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6AI0hqjC5OU/StQ-c6j-YZI/AAAAAAAAADo/3klpCbWGv1I/S220/IMG_0177.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4365979564096287406.post-7806346522050698627</id><published>2008-05-17T21:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T21:49:01.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life With Wifey @ My Place</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;ytd nite, baby and mi watched final destination 3 at home..altho it's an kinda OLD movie, it still kinda catch my attention.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;@ around 2-2.30am, sms war sparked of between my gf and another gal whom i knew..basically jas sms mi tat i nvr "pei" her cuz i was with my gf, my gf read the sms and she was kinda furious i think..den she replied her and this spark off the quarrel frm 2.30 all the way till 3.30 or 3.45.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;i woke up this morning and the 1st thing i saw was baby's face, i really like the look on her face in the morning. she'll always haf tat sweet smile on her face everytime i look at her. anyways we went out to get some stuffs for lunch and dinner @ seng shong, when we came back, jas miss call mi and i sms her. she was like complaining to mi abt wad happened..den she said she hate mi forever and i was like wadever as i dun need a gal tat jeopardies the relationship of mi and my gf.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;baby's goin home tmr..i think i'll be having a baaaaaaaad time trying to adept to baby not around with mi..no more sweet smile tat greets mi in the morning =( . how i wish she wun goes home, really wanna b with her and see her sweet smile everyday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;PS: baby~ can u like stay till monday? i really she bu de let u go home tmr. =( x33&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4365979564096287406-7806346522050698627?l=bakaassecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakaassecret.blogspot.com/feeds/7806346522050698627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4365979564096287406&amp;postID=7806346522050698627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365979564096287406/posts/default/7806346522050698627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365979564096287406/posts/default/7806346522050698627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakaassecret.blogspot.com/2008/05/life-with-wifey-my-place.html' title='Life With Wifey @ My Place'/><author><name>Brendan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910229734898729850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6AI0hqjC5OU/StQ-c6j-YZI/AAAAAAAAADo/3klpCbWGv1I/S220/IMG_0177.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4365979564096287406.post-406513557265376804</id><published>2008-05-16T21:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T10:11:30.951+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Day~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Today I woke up UBER early, slept at 2.30am the previous nite and woke up at 6.15 to get ready to join the "big" queue at jurong west polyclinic. when i reach there at 7.15am it's already PACKED with OLD FOLKS and ppl like mi- skipping lesson =x.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Well anyways, i was 1st to see the doc so my visiting today ain't as bad as the past. perhaps i should wake up at this time whenever i decide to skip sch. =x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;well i went to replace my IC which is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;damaged till beyond redemption &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;and apparently there's this "ah pek" with the same name as mi! juz tat his was "Wei Li Lim" and mine's "Lim Li Wei", how much of a coincidence u can get?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;baby made her 1st IC today as well..hmmms~ hope her IC dun end up like mine. we went bugis junction aft tat and i bought clothes frm G2000, those sales person there was a total snob. go there they dun even SERVE u..well i was in my jeans and polo tee tho and they NVR even SERVE mi. wad a failure in customer service, perhaps they should come to SHATEC and learn customer service technique.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;GREAT news is...I'M HOME ALONE WITH BABY~ my family's away in bali having fun~ but i chose not to go as i dun like to go tour with OLD FOLKS. (once again..i'm such a b*stard =D )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Basically i went to get some food with baby den we went home and i whipped up some nice dish for her! =D (well she's reading at this entry as i'm typing away) It's so GRRRRRRREEEEEEAAAAAATTTTTTT to cook for the one u love and watching them eating the food u cook~ well~ gotta go..needa go accompany baby le~ wait for my entry tmr bahs! (P.S Baby I Love You LOADS~ Muacks~)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4365979564096287406-406513557265376804?l=bakaassecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakaassecret.blogspot.com/feeds/406513557265376804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4365979564096287406&amp;postID=406513557265376804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365979564096287406/posts/default/406513557265376804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365979564096287406/posts/default/406513557265376804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakaassecret.blogspot.com/2008/05/happy-day.html' title='Happy Day~'/><author><name>Brendan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910229734898729850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6AI0hqjC5OU/StQ-c6j-YZI/AAAAAAAAADo/3klpCbWGv1I/S220/IMG_0177.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4365979564096287406.post-8801756460098598672</id><published>2008-05-15T23:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T23:33:31.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class="on" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_SpellCheck" title="Check Spelling" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);BLOG_spellcheck();;ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Welcome to my lovely blog, this blog is SPECIALLY dedicated to WIFEY TAN HUI XUAN. Baby, i've done a blog specially for u..1st time blogging tho..it's all for u~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;If weren't for u, i wun even start blogging..baby inside here u can see EVERYTHING. No matter HAPPY, ANGRY or SAD..U CAN FIND IT HERE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;A BIG THANKS TO SARAH LEE HUI FEN FOR HELPING MI WITH MY BLOG *will this do?*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;anyways..today not really alot of things happened in sch. as usual i learn BC and E&amp;amp;C teacher cancelled her makeup lesson cuz she's SICK~ (not as in SICKO. but not feelin well)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;During our project discussion, as usual nothing done, we haven't find any sponsors to sponsor our event. worst comes to worst..we MIGHT haf to fork out around $40-50 to do our fundings..wanna noe y? CUZ JEREMY ONG SING HUAT STUPIDLY AND BLATANTLY NVR GET SPONSONR. FK U~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Now we're like UBER far away from the other group in term is funds and job done. all we does is go for 30mins discussion and den we're off to our home sweet home. the another group is like slogging their guts out to get sponsors, get fundings and doing their research.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I kinda pity jiamin, she got dragged into an argument by jeremey and kwai for nth. Altho she's the Executive Director of our group, but nobody listens to her..i noe she's trying VERY hard to get things done..but somehow or rather..nobody does it..kinda sad actually..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4365979564096287406-8801756460098598672?l=bakaassecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakaassecret.blogspot.com/feeds/8801756460098598672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4365979564096287406&amp;postID=8801756460098598672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365979564096287406/posts/default/8801756460098598672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365979564096287406/posts/default/8801756460098598672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakaassecret.blogspot.com/2008/05/welcome.html' title='Welcome'/><author><name>Brendan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910229734898729850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6AI0hqjC5OU/StQ-c6j-YZI/AAAAAAAAADo/3klpCbWGv1I/S220/IMG_0177.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
