<?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-679681648989094129</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:35:40.358-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Benjamin</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthat-moment-on.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679681648989094129/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthat-moment-on.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01284754602003130108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>53</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679681648989094129.post-7715145857297124752</id><published>2009-02-18T06:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T06:24:37.458-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It have been some time that i post any thing here. Maybe I'm not using it anymore, maybe I am. All i know is life is fragile, no matter how strong you are, how smart you are or how rich you are, when something just trigger, and there you go. I can't really accept the fact that is all come to a end. I know we all have to cherish people around us, but when thing are still alright, we thought we cherish them/he/her. But when things happened, I truly realized I did not really cherish it. He has been a good friend, I'm lost of words... I won't forget his lame jokes, laughters and his trademark of doing things slowly. This happened just too sudden. Somehow, i believe our clique do miss you as much as i do. The cue stick he used to swing here and there and hit the ball so hard and many more.. I do believe he wants all of us to move on and lead a healthier life. So people around, please take care of yourself. I don't wish to lose any more things. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exam is coming in like.... 2days. Yet i haven't start studying,haha. Lecturer keep saying have to study etc, what study and him is different thing blah blah blah. If emotion and feel can be control as easy as how they say, many people in this world won't be suffering from mental problems. I seriously have no mood to study, but I'll try. Haiz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/679681648989094129-7715145857297124752?l=fromthat-moment-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthat-moment-on.blogspot.com/feeds/7715145857297124752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=679681648989094129&amp;postID=7715145857297124752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679681648989094129/posts/default/7715145857297124752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679681648989094129/posts/default/7715145857297124752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthat-moment-on.blogspot.com/2009/02/it-have-been-some-time-that-i-post-any.html' title=''/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01284754602003130108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679681648989094129.post-1873284402851793503</id><published>2008-11-18T02:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T02:30:36.587-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alright, I'm back with my blogging once again. School started for about 4weeks or so, i can't remember. Well, this semester is quite slacking but the info to remember for every module is equally more. Something worst happened to me last week and is really freak me out, the feeling was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;wth&lt;/span&gt;.! Illness after another make things worst. But because of this, darling and i were pulled back closer once again. Come to think about, I've been together with my girl for more than 1year plus, time really flies. Of course, the number of quarreling will naturally increase. People says that when being in a relation for 1 year, problems and more start to appear. Maybe is true, but i feel that is the way how i manage those. I know my girl's character well, she might not be good in words when come to concerning me, but the care and love I'm still be able to feel it somehow. She ah, let me think, i shall say her now!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;, just kidding. Actually there's nothing i can want more, what she brought to my life and gave me is not something easy to be done. The most important thing or key thing about a relationship is the word trust, for this, i can confidently say that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;I've&lt;/span&gt; 100% faith and trust in her. I will know how to cherish what I've have now, especially her. But there's time when my patient is lost, times where quarrel can't seems to stop. Well, it's up to both parties to think and understand.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and just yesterday i heard from my buddy about my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;lao&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;da&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;haiz&lt;/span&gt;. I hope everything will be smooth for him from now on. Again, is another problem cause by relationship.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; lost of words for now..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/679681648989094129-1873284402851793503?l=fromthat-moment-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthat-moment-on.blogspot.com/feeds/1873284402851793503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=679681648989094129&amp;postID=1873284402851793503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679681648989094129/posts/default/1873284402851793503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679681648989094129/posts/default/1873284402851793503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthat-moment-on.blogspot.com/2008/11/alright-im-back-with-my-blogging-once.html' title=''/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01284754602003130108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679681648989094129.post-2751424085963207702</id><published>2008-08-03T01:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T02:06:44.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alright, I'm back with my posting. Time really flies, I just celebrated my 1 year anniversary with my darling yesterday though our date is on the 30th. We took some photos and i will be uploading it here. Spending time with her really make my day, seriously. Haha. Here are some of the photos. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230215197829312466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6oXu75TsKv8/SJV1AvV3L9I/AAAAAAAAAC8/bSeiP0s9_JY/s200/OneYear_(Fish%26Co-Mushroom_Soup).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230214687755961938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6oXu75TsKv8/SJV0jDK5hlI/AAAAAAAAAC0/2ZnBs2G-x2E/s200/OneYear_(Fish%26Co-Mine).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230214184038833394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6oXu75TsKv8/SJV0FurYHPI/AAAAAAAAACs/OwSGeppjVSg/s200/OneYear_(Fish%26Co-Love%27s).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230213670796720610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6oXu75TsKv8/SJVzn2s6-eI/AAAAAAAAACk/gLVKcRfeyew/s200/OneYear_(Fish%26Co-ME).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&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/679681648989094129-2751424085963207702?l=fromthat-moment-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthat-moment-on.blogspot.com/feeds/2751424085963207702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=679681648989094129&amp;postID=2751424085963207702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679681648989094129/posts/default/2751424085963207702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679681648989094129/posts/default/2751424085963207702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthat-moment-on.blogspot.com/2008/08/alright-im-back-with-my-posting.html' title=''/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01284754602003130108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_6oXu75TsKv8/SJV1AvV3L9I/AAAAAAAAAC8/bSeiP0s9_JY/s72-c/OneYear_(Fish%26Co-Mushroom_Soup).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679681648989094129.post-8339574847961459611</id><published>2008-06-15T01:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T01:07:03.388-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So boring right, so i come write something. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Haiz&lt;/span&gt;. I have been playing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;dota&lt;/span&gt; with my friends for these few days. I thought can go out with them but timing wasn't right. Have been staying home for so long, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sian&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;lor&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;, suddenly don't know what to read about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/679681648989094129-8339574847961459611?l=fromthat-moment-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthat-moment-on.blogspot.com/feeds/8339574847961459611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=679681648989094129&amp;postID=8339574847961459611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679681648989094129/posts/default/8339574847961459611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679681648989094129/posts/default/8339574847961459611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthat-moment-on.blogspot.com/2008/06/so-boring-right-so-i-come-write.html' title=''/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01284754602003130108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679681648989094129.post-4745595475788895084</id><published>2008-06-12T18:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T19:07:10.691-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm back with my blog again. Let's do some updates. Last &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;monday&lt;/span&gt;, just went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;rachel&lt;/span&gt; party at one degree 15 at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sentosa&lt;/span&gt; cove. First time going there and impression was very great, and first time step into yacht. We went together as a class and the funny thing is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;tim&lt;/span&gt; that cab was lost, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. We practically played cards the whole night cause we all don't really like to  dance. We stayed till the next morning the headed home. Hopefully could get those photos from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;rachel&lt;/span&gt; soon. Honestly, never been in a class that is so 'on' man. From class outing, movies then party, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;wahhoo&lt;/span&gt;, don't know what's up next,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;On &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;wednesday&lt;/span&gt;, went back to school to clear up our tanks as our fish project come to a end. Sad to say, we have to put our fishes back into stock tank, we rear them for like months and now.... All i know is our 3 groups have the most fishes as compared to others which have 2 or 3 fishes left. After that, darling and i went for sushi in town. We waited for like an hour plus and my girl was standing there grumbling very long &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;leh&lt;/span&gt;~~ &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. Of course, we ate quite &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Alright, today was the day where darling was not around for 4days. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Haiz&lt;/span&gt;. Some how i felt so unwilling to see her go holiday, but.. Hope she enjoy her holiday trip.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/679681648989094129-4745595475788895084?l=fromthat-moment-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthat-moment-on.blogspot.com/feeds/4745595475788895084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=679681648989094129&amp;postID=4745595475788895084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679681648989094129/posts/default/4745595475788895084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679681648989094129/posts/default/4745595475788895084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthat-moment-on.blogspot.com/2008/06/im-back-with-my-blog-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01284754602003130108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679681648989094129.post-8092805469512457441</id><published>2008-05-31T07:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T07:17:13.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, i shall do some updates.. Yesterday, was my 10 month anniversary. As usual, we went for dinner at plaza. We dine near our place is because we wanted to watch the last episode of a show. Here's some of the photos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206544829182759874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6oXu75TsKv8/SEFc78qV08I/AAAAAAAAACU/z--ETEodPMM/s320/300508+(Desert).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206544932261974994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6oXu75TsKv8/SEFdB8qV09I/AAAAAAAAACc/GwwWU8ycq10/s320/300508+(Main+Course).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cool right? Tempting already?? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;.. It's nice. Alright, back to today, we both went back to school to feed our fishes. Bad news man! 2 of my fishes in my tank died!!! Sad la, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sian&lt;/span&gt;. My tank left 7fishes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lor&lt;/span&gt;. Now the stock has all used up and i can't top up my tank. I can't believe how come so many fish will die and eventually used up the stock. In total, less than 7 fishes died from my group since the start of the project &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;lor&lt;/span&gt;. Oh well, no comments. I shall take extra care to my SURVIVING fishes. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/679681648989094129-8092805469512457441?l=fromthat-moment-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthat-moment-on.blogspot.com/feeds/8092805469512457441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=679681648989094129&amp;postID=8092805469512457441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679681648989094129/posts/default/8092805469512457441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679681648989094129/posts/default/8092805469512457441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthat-moment-on.blogspot.com/2008/05/okay-i-shall-do-some-updates.html' title=''/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01284754602003130108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6oXu75TsKv8/SEFc78qV08I/AAAAAAAAACU/z--ETEodPMM/s72-c/300508+(Desert).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679681648989094129.post-7853666646489290809</id><published>2008-05-20T04:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T04:56:33.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZOw9qZyPWo0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZOw9qZyPWo0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;  &lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello, I'm here to upload one video man. Sad to say, today when we all go back to our aqua lab, so many fishes were dead. And to my surprise, one of my tilapia is swimming like a dolphin man. I hope it can survive man even though there's something wrong with it bouyancy, sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/679681648989094129-7853666646489290809?l=fromthat-moment-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthat-moment-on.blogspot.com/feeds/7853666646489290809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=679681648989094129&amp;postID=7853666646489290809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679681648989094129/posts/default/7853666646489290809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679681648989094129/posts/default/7853666646489290809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthat-moment-on.blogspot.com/2008/05/hello-im-here-to-upload-one-video-man.html' title=''/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01284754602003130108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679681648989094129.post-5433871101918678380</id><published>2008-05-13T02:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T02:17:23.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; back again with a fucked-up mood. Early in the morning, i even can forget to wear my ring before i left to school. And just now during lecture, something happen to my girl. What does friends for? anyone can tel me?! Is friends for. accepting you shit and nonsense when you feeling bad mood, or friends is just a wall for you to throw your temper to. Come on man, how old already! I did not help me girl quarrel back just now is because of friendship. I know my girl is very angry right now. I mean this is not the first time, i hope who the person is, he or she better have some reflection. Sigh, just too disappointed. I hope girl won't blame me for not helping.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/679681648989094129-5433871101918678380?l=fromthat-moment-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthat-moment-on.blogspot.com/feeds/5433871101918678380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=679681648989094129&amp;postID=5433871101918678380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679681648989094129/posts/default/5433871101918678380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679681648989094129/posts/default/5433871101918678380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthat-moment-on.blogspot.com/2008/05/okay-im-back-again-with-fucked-up-mood.html' title=''/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01284754602003130108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679681648989094129.post-7717117760971666724</id><published>2008-05-02T23:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T06:36:44.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It has been 4weeks since school started. This &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sem&lt;/span&gt; seems quite tiring for me and my classmates and i don't know for what reason. 4 practicals a week, lecture 4hours straight, damn fierce. I so long never see my mouse already, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;monday&lt;/span&gt; i should take some time to play with it. Sad to say, one of my group member really don't know how to handle pets. And of course my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;tilapia&lt;/span&gt; fish. For now, my most worries is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ccta&lt;/span&gt; and some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;mmb&lt;/span&gt;. For don't know what reason, i don't like my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ccta&lt;/span&gt; lecturer. When my group need help and ask her, he just left us helpless and say she couldn't help. I never see any lecturer like that before &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;lor&lt;/span&gt;. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently just passed my 9months, went cafe cartel for dinner and the food there was nice. Spending just the short time with her for dinner, it make me really happy and i felt the presence of my in her heart. Things will just keep goes on and on and on.....&lt;br /&gt;And recently i have been playing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;dota&lt;/span&gt; once again, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. Quite nice.... Must start training again..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/679681648989094129-7717117760971666724?l=fromthat-moment-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthat-moment-on.blogspot.com/feeds/7717117760971666724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=679681648989094129&amp;postID=7717117760971666724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679681648989094129/posts/default/7717117760971666724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679681648989094129/posts/default/7717117760971666724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthat-moment-on.blogspot.com/2008/05/it-has-been-4weeks-since-school-started.html' title=''/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01284754602003130108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679681648989094129.post-2595794770578997748</id><published>2008-04-15T07:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T07:37:12.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, it's time for another update since school reopen. 2days passed and.... I miss her though i can see her everyday. I yet to seen and attend all my lesson, must wait till end of this week then can conclude how's this sem. One more thing, jun hao is so suay la.. Partner, friends, classmate and same locker somemore.. But jun hao should be able to handle thing type of things. Just hpw he won't get influnced by that guy bah.. And that derrick ah, forget about sufiyan ah, poor yan. Haha..&lt;br /&gt;Sigh... Suddenly i felt so meaningless..  Oh well.. I'm getting tired...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/679681648989094129-2595794770578997748?l=fromthat-moment-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthat-moment-on.blogspot.com/feeds/2595794770578997748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=679681648989094129&amp;postID=2595794770578997748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679681648989094129/posts/default/2595794770578997748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679681648989094129/posts/default/2595794770578997748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthat-moment-on.blogspot.com/2008/04/okay-its-time-for-another-update-since.html' title=''/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01284754602003130108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679681648989094129.post-8001998134343060513</id><published>2008-04-09T19:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T19:56:09.019-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm back again. Recently have been quite busy. Just came back from my chalet last week and it was a nice one. First day we didn't really do much things, just stocked up our fridge and food. Second day, we had our cake for breakfast and soon my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bao&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;bao&lt;/span&gt; come join us. Next, we headed to escape as we have 6 free tickets. The weather at that time was burning and of course, the sits were damn hot too. Derrick, jun &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hao&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;rx&lt;/span&gt; drove the advance go kart and i drove my little girl at the beginner go kart. The whole ride was a funny one cause &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;bao&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;bao&lt;/span&gt; scare i drive fast, okay, i shall be good and not laugh at her already. Next we sat &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; and of course we walked the ghost house and...... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. But one unpleasant thing is i feel like vomiting after the second round &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;os&lt;/span&gt; pirate ship. Soon after 2-3hours, we decided to have lunch. We ta-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;po&lt;/span&gt; back to our room and eat and we slack the whole afternoon in the room. At night, we had our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;bbq&lt;/span&gt; and have loads of fun. Third day &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;ws&lt;/span&gt; another slacking day, we rented bicycle and cycled for 2hours. Then we slack in our room again till night and order pizza for dinner. Honestly, i really had a great time with my best friends of my precious darling who always so naughty and make my laugh.&lt;br /&gt;Past 2days, derrick, jun &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;hao&lt;/span&gt;, me and my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;bao&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;bao&lt;/span&gt; went for shopping spree as the guys want to buy their new attire for school reopen. Yesterday i bought my new backpack which is same with jun &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;hao&lt;/span&gt;. It's cool. Okay, i shall say something here which is how i feel. I really appreciate my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;bao&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;bao&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;acc&lt;/span&gt; me this 2 days with my 2 best friends, she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;acc&lt;/span&gt; us walk walk walk and without any complaint. I know it's difficult to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;acc&lt;/span&gt; your other part with his/her friends out as you may feel weird or not  yourself, but my darling still follow along because of me. I know she really put in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of effort in me and in us. I know she have been searching for her dress but just couldn't find a nice one, even have, the price is too high. But, i will know what to buy for her when the times is right, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. We've been together for more than 8months, and there's loads of things are happening and i know 99.99999999% of them is memorable ones. She meant so so much for me and.... All i know is she will me my one and only for now, and for the future. If you want to know who change my life and rocks my world, that's only can be PETRINA &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;LIM&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/679681648989094129-8001998134343060513?l=fromthat-moment-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthat-moment-on.blogspot.com/feeds/8001998134343060513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=679681648989094129&amp;postID=8001998134343060513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679681648989094129/posts/default/8001998134343060513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679681648989094129/posts/default/8001998134343060513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthat-moment-on.blogspot.com/2008/04/im-back-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01284754602003130108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679681648989094129.post-7654128755782383128</id><published>2008-03-21T01:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T01:48:53.069-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; back. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Woah&lt;/span&gt;, i have not been updating for so long. Basically, this period of time &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; been to zoo and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;sentosa&lt;/span&gt;. Zoo was so fun, and there's loads of changes to it. We had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;KFC&lt;/span&gt; outside zoo and headed in after that. The first animal we saw was the white tiger and it's quite nice. Thankfully there's darling's camera, if not by using &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;handphone&lt;/span&gt; we can't take nice photos. Walked and walked.. We saw many many animals and took &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;alots of&lt;/span&gt; photos. There's some construction having on inside there and i think zoo will be much more nicer in years to come. We headed back home around 5plus right after that animal show.&lt;br /&gt;2days later, we went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;sentosa&lt;/span&gt; and sad to say that the weather isn't that good at all, we didn't even see the sun. But my cute girl, so naughty, go buy 2 water guns and of course, I always wins, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Sentosa&lt;/span&gt; next week once more.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, yesterday just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;recieve&lt;/span&gt; my time table and it's not that wonderful to me cause firstly, out of 4 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;pracs&lt;/span&gt;, i only one have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;pracs&lt;/span&gt; same with darling, secondly, this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;sem&lt;/span&gt; is like focus on practical skills cause &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;monday&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;tuesday&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;wednesday&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;friday&lt;/span&gt; i have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;pracs&lt;/span&gt; from 9-12, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;woah&lt;/span&gt;!! I'm wondering will this coming &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;sem&lt;/span&gt; is a difficult ones, sigh. I really have to buck up and score better, i don't wish to end my study life at poly, i still want to go U.. Sometimes, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; wondering is it life science is much harder then other courses.. Maybe.. Maybe not.. Oh wells, If you give me to choose once more, i will still choose life science because my interest is in science rather than &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;engineering&lt;/span&gt;. Anyway, poly is another stepping stone for us, what we want and need is not a diploma, but is a degree. For those people who are thinking of changing course, please think twice.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, i saw my darling's post got a part on random, i also want, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. Here is my random one : Recently, i feel that i need her more and more, missing her more and more and..... Is it she has already sign a life time contract with my heart? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;, maybe... I'm missing her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/679681648989094129-7654128755782383128?l=fromthat-moment-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthat-moment-on.blogspot.com/feeds/7654128755782383128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=679681648989094129&amp;postID=7654128755782383128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679681648989094129/posts/default/7654128755782383128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679681648989094129/posts/default/7654128755782383128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthat-moment-on.blogspot.com/2008/03/hello-im-back.html' title=''/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01284754602003130108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679681648989094129.post-7269450852815375284</id><published>2008-03-01T05:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T06:01:41.783-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sigh.. I'm still recovering from my sickness. Doctor said i have fever and throat 'fa &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;yan&lt;/span&gt;' and i can't eat any spicy things. I want faster recover so that i can start my sun tanning program this coming week. Today i was at home the whole day til evening which i went out to have dinner with my family. In the past, my family will go out for dinner quite often and my dad will bring us to new places and try out the food. Actually nothing much to write about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;leh&lt;/span&gt;, just feel so bored when nights come and my naughty girl want me to update. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. Just kidding. Oh ya, i have to start swimming again with my girl. She knows how to swim but as for me.... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;.. Actually having a female swimming instructor also not bad right, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;opps&lt;/span&gt;. Kidding only.. So boring.... Yawn.... Okay, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; off here.. Will be back with my trip to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;sentosa&lt;/span&gt; photos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/679681648989094129-7269450852815375284?l=fromthat-moment-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthat-moment-on.blogspot.com/feeds/7269450852815375284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=679681648989094129&amp;postID=7269450852815375284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679681648989094129/posts/default/7269450852815375284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679681648989094129/posts/default/7269450852815375284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthat-moment-on.blogspot.com/2008/03/sigh.html' title=''/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01284754602003130108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679681648989094129.post-5153685306670632616</id><published>2008-02-25T04:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T04:47:55.835-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; back with my blog again. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Wahoo&lt;/span&gt;, just finish my exam last week and now, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; gonna start enjoying my long holidays. First day of holiday, which is today, went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ECP&lt;/span&gt; with girl girl and it was such a nice and memorable day. The weather wasn't that nice at first so we sat down and waited awhile to see whether should we rent the bicycle. After a while, we rented the bicycle for 1hour( 1 hour free 1 hour ) and we cycled round the whole park. In between our journey, we took some photos and went to 2 jetty. However, there's drizzling as and when along our journey. This is the first time i went &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ecp&lt;/span&gt; just with her, it was quite tiring but it is worth for it. Hopefully, i will go back there with her again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                   This is when we're waiting before we rent the bicycle. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170896728113188434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 187px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="212" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6oXu75TsKv8/R8K3LXlqjlI/AAAAAAAAABk/ZxMlY3SRsrQ/s320/ECP+(Smile).JPG" width="294" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170897131840114274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 274px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 189px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="196" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6oXu75TsKv8/R8K3i3lqjmI/AAAAAAAAABs/e9pDJQOiEkA/s320/ECP+(US).JPG" width="281" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170897535567040114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 280px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 197px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="217" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6oXu75TsKv8/R8K36XlqjnI/AAAAAAAAAB0/thom9O2nfCI/s320/ECP+(Funny+Faces).JPG" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170897887754358402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 282px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 208px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="217" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6oXu75TsKv8/R8K4O3lqjoI/AAAAAAAAAB8/7wtfQsYOu1c/s320/ECP+(Our+Shadows).JPG" width="295" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170898059553050258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="203" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6oXu75TsKv8/R8K4Y3lqjpI/AAAAAAAAACE/LPsqd5b80Dg/s320/ECP+(Our+Shadow+With+Heart).JPG" width="278" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170898252826578594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 283px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 193px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="206" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6oXu75TsKv8/R8K4kHlqjqI/AAAAAAAAACM/O3oGGOPPWCI/s320/ECP+(US+At+Jetty).JPG" width="291" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/679681648989094129-5153685306670632616?l=fromthat-moment-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthat-moment-on.blogspot.com/feeds/5153685306670632616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=679681648989094129&amp;postID=5153685306670632616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679681648989094129/posts/default/5153685306670632616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679681648989094129/posts/default/5153685306670632616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthat-moment-on.blogspot.com/2008/02/okay-im-back-with-my-blog-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01284754602003130108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6oXu75TsKv8/R8K3LXlqjlI/AAAAAAAAABk/ZxMlY3SRsrQ/s72-c/ECP+(Smile).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679681648989094129.post-8077307812122923218</id><published>2008-02-15T04:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T04:35:22.459-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6oXu75TsKv8/R7WClnlqjkI/AAAAAAAAABc/6FomGhXjytE/s1600-h/Valentine%2527s%2BDay%2B2008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167179730271243842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6oXu75TsKv8/R7WClnlqjkI/AAAAAAAAABc/6FomGhXjytE/s320/Valentine%2527s%2BDay%2B2008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHAHAHA. My darling don't tel me how to make this, so i 'cope' it and put it here. Hehe. She sure will scold me one but bleah.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, yesterday was the first valetine day i spent with her and it was both our first to celebrate and recieve such touching gift huh... I spend almost 2-3days thinking how to surprise her and finally, haha. I bought a bouquet of ( consist of 2white roses, 2 bear and 5 chocolate ) and i shocked her but giving her a surprise. She didn't know i get her that of course because i know i must get something special and present it in a special way just for her. Where we went i won't be saying as it may be so dragging. As usual, darling started her shopping madness without hesitation and of course, i want her to be happy on this very day. From mango tee to jacket and finally to jeans again, haha, i bought her a b.u.m. jeans at a discount price. We intend to have fish and co. but by the time we reach there, long queue so we search for alternative which is secret recipe. After that, we walked back to marina and darling bought me a shirt from recoil which is quite nice. Darling was shocked when i tried the shirt on, hehe. Definitely, we order our java chip and sat down outsite startbuck and chit chat one again with all our craps and our very own logistic theory. Soon, home sweet home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Darling ah, i just want to say that i really did enjoy for the entire day with you, i really appreciate the love you showered on me and never ending care and concern you shown to me. Honestly, i never felt being so loved by anyone before, you make it happen on me. No matter what, the only way i can do is to love you more each day, never give less care and concern to you and... Guess what... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;YOU WILL ALWAYS BE THE ONLY KEY TO MY HEART &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;THE ONLY ONE WHO WALK INTO MY LIFE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;THE ONLY ONE WHO MAKES MY DREAMS COME TRUE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;AND....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;THE ONLY ONE WORTH FOR MY LOVE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I LOVE YOU, MY DARLING. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/679681648989094129-8077307812122923218?l=fromthat-moment-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthat-moment-on.blogspot.com/feeds/8077307812122923218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=679681648989094129&amp;postID=8077307812122923218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679681648989094129/posts/default/8077307812122923218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679681648989094129/posts/default/8077307812122923218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthat-moment-on.blogspot.com/2008/02/hahahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01284754602003130108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6oXu75TsKv8/R7WClnlqjkI/AAAAAAAAABc/6FomGhXjytE/s72-c/Valentine%2527s%2BDay%2B2008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679681648989094129.post-2839362181966041035</id><published>2008-02-08T17:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T17:35:22.072-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sometimes, the more you miss someone, the more an arguement will happen.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, the more you love someone, the more a misunderstanding happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sometimes when you know an arguement has started, you still wish to carry on talking to talk things out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sometimes when such things happened, both sides tend to say hurtful words out which they don't really mean it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Every couples will have set backs, many obsticle to walk through and many challenage to face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mostly importantly, have faith in your love one, trust him/her and remember, if there's no feeling, there's won't be have all the above. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know we had an arguement, I remember every word you said, I know every moment you're feeling. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As times, we can't really feel all the love from each other, is just because we miss each other so much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It have been two days since i last saw you, and i'm missing you no other people business.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For one thing you must know, ever since the first day we got together, 30072007, I had never shower you lesser love as before. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We said hand in hand, tighly held together and apart is immpossible. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But i'm afraid I will lose the grip of your hand... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But, loving you has been a blessful and fortunate thing for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;TRUST is the word that will always be there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I believed, if i held you tighly, you will held be tighly back. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Darling....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No words can describe how i love you, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but now, no words and describe how i miss you too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You're my only person who has all my heart and love i have. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I LOVE YOU. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/679681648989094129-2839362181966041035?l=fromthat-moment-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthat-moment-on.blogspot.com/feeds/2839362181966041035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=679681648989094129&amp;postID=2839362181966041035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679681648989094129/posts/default/2839362181966041035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679681648989094129/posts/default/2839362181966041035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthat-moment-on.blogspot.com/2008/02/sometimes-more-you-miss-someone-more.html' title=''/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01284754602003130108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679681648989094129.post-1218910762212059792</id><published>2008-01-29T06:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T06:25:28.984-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sigh. I've been feeling like that since yesterday. Life is really so fragile, cherish it before regretting it. First time, a strong man like him break into tears, as best friend of him, i have to control my tears and giving him my support. As we all know, it is easier to be said than done. I really feel so pain for him, i believe everyone too. I'm touch that quite a number of friends came down and some did tears. I know yy is very close to jun hao and he really make the effort to come today. Sigh. I'm speechless now. WHY man..!! Is so unfair. I hope jun hao can be strong and move on with life. Buddy forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/679681648989094129-1218910762212059792?l=fromthat-moment-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthat-moment-on.blogspot.com/feeds/1218910762212059792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=679681648989094129&amp;postID=1218910762212059792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679681648989094129/posts/default/1218910762212059792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679681648989094129/posts/default/1218910762212059792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthat-moment-on.blogspot.com/2008/01/sigh.html' title=''/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01284754602003130108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679681648989094129.post-7346663376606392513</id><published>2008-01-24T04:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T05:05:14.102-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, 24&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of January, the day of O level results is release. I re-take my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;english&lt;/span&gt; because i failed  and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; expecting at least a C6, not to my expectation, i failed again. I checked it in school and when i saw my result through online, I was like quite shocked, a D!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;WTH&lt;/span&gt;! Anyway i can't blame anyone other then myself, honestly i didn't really put in much effort for the papers. I helped derrick checked and he passed his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;english&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; happy for him of course, I can he did put in effort to get it pass. In secondary school, we always &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;compete&lt;/span&gt; with each other, especially e-math. And always he scored better in paper 1 and i scored better in paper 2. I know his result in poly is quite well, so i hope he can go UNI if possible. As for me, my results for 1st semester is like very bad and now in 2nd semester, i'm like still struggling. Is my course difficult or i'm dumb?!?! After knowing my results, i've been feeling down. Thanks darling being here for me when i need the most comfort. I know it's over, but i'm disappointed in myself. Anway, congrats for those who make it a pass in the second attempt. Especially fred, edward and zy. Derrick i congrats early in the post huh!! Haha.&lt;br /&gt; Recently like very busy again, projects after projects, test after test. Up coming is ComT presentaion, Info quiz , both cbio and oc prac and cbio quiz. WHAT THE HELL... Yesterday and today i'm quite pissed off for ComT, my group say pon cbio on wed to do ComT presentation, guess what, when do i know it? Right on the day! And if i didn't ask during prac, i believe... never mind. Today should be doing ComT after school and i say go e-mart do after school, afterall, everyone do their part at home. Maybe i'm moody due to my english result, hope i didn't provoke any of my group member. I know my group wanted to get a much better grades then IAC, of course my ComT teacher is much much much better then my IAC fat cum shorty old man who is like so bais. In total 4groups, 2 got D, 1 got C and the all girl's group got B!!! No comments. Haiz.....  &lt;br /&gt;Suddenly feel like my post is disappointment and anger. I hope everything will be over soon. I suddenly miss my darling so much, it have been so so long since we last really spend time together. I miss her deep in my heart. Maybe because of this, sometimes i feel that i needed more.. I love her loads.!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired now, so i shall stop...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/679681648989094129-7346663376606392513?l=fromthat-moment-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthat-moment-on.blogspot.com/feeds/7346663376606392513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=679681648989094129&amp;postID=7346663376606392513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679681648989094129/posts/default/7346663376606392513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679681648989094129/posts/default/7346663376606392513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthat-moment-on.blogspot.com/2008/01/okay-24-th-of-january-day-of-o-level.html' title=''/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01284754602003130108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679681648989094129.post-3851028255091195564</id><published>2008-01-17T17:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T18:54:02.103-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6oXu75TsKv8/R5AUniLsXcI/AAAAAAAAABU/q0A2IWSG-Ok/s1600-h/New+watch(Ours+2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156644242762522050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6oXu75TsKv8/R5AUniLsXcI/AAAAAAAAABU/q0A2IWSG-Ok/s320/New+watch(Ours+2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm back again, just find out that i've been away from my blog for sometimes. From school reopen till now, there's quite alot of test, essay and presentation need to summit. Yesterday after my prac early in the morning, i went out with girl to ps to watch movie. By seeing the traitor of the movie, i thought is quite nice, ended up it just.... not nice. The entire movie is just showing from a recorded video camera and girl and i feel dizzy and uncomfortable, of course the ending also not that nice. After the movie, we walked around and then headed to marina. Darling helped me choose a pants for new year and we settle down in mac to have some fries and drinks. Darling saw a kint jacket which she wanted but it was quite expensive so in the end, she didn't buy. Seeing girl so wanting to have the jacket, we walked to suntec in search of the jacket for a better price. But, she went home empty handed. We then headed back home. Just an another wonderful day with her.&lt;br /&gt;Recently, we bought a new watch and we tried a daring colour, GREEN!! I shall upload some picture, haha. Chinese new year is coming and of course exam are too.. Hope i can score better then before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/679681648989094129-3851028255091195564?l=fromthat-moment-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthat-moment-on.blogspot.com/feeds/3851028255091195564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=679681648989094129&amp;postID=3851028255091195564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679681648989094129/posts/default/3851028255091195564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679681648989094129/posts/default/3851028255091195564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthat-moment-on.blogspot.com/2008/01/im-back-again-just-find-out-that-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01284754602003130108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6oXu75TsKv8/R5AUniLsXcI/AAAAAAAAABU/q0A2IWSG-Ok/s72-c/New+watch(Ours+2).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679681648989094129.post-4346604109034778435</id><published>2008-01-02T06:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T06:16:42.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, I'm back with my blog again. School has started and first day of school was a tiring day. One thing quite sad is that my presentation has to be redo and it has to be done by next week. Actually there's nothing mush to talk about but.... Sometimes i don't know am i a petty guy or what. Whenever that guy for no reason call my girl, i will get angry or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sian&lt;/span&gt;. From what i heard from my girl, she also don't know for what reason he called. As for today, he call her and thinking my girl will be at home and guess what?! He say he is at my girl house's void deck, is like what the hell la. I know he's still my girl long term friend that's why i can't say much to her, but i just dislike that guy and the way he is. Sigh. I know it's not right to like that say people but.... If i indirectly hurting anyone, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; sorry. But i feel like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;describing&lt;/span&gt; that guy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;leh&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. I shall say a little okay, he is one of the most irritating fellow i ever met and he's not that tall, or i should say he is short, hair like mushroom and etc... Am i bad.? Hope not.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Hahaha&lt;/span&gt;. Okay, i feel better now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/679681648989094129-4346604109034778435?l=fromthat-moment-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthat-moment-on.blogspot.com/feeds/4346604109034778435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=679681648989094129&amp;postID=4346604109034778435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679681648989094129/posts/default/4346604109034778435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679681648989094129/posts/default/4346604109034778435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthat-moment-on.blogspot.com/2008/01/okay-im-back-with-my-blog-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01284754602003130108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679681648989094129.post-2611336449159208740</id><published>2007-12-29T18:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T19:10:11.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think my blog really need some update. First of all, there's some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;unhappiness&lt;/span&gt; going on for the pass few weeks, but now, it's alright already. Christmas has just past and the presents that i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;recieve&lt;/span&gt; this year is much better than last year, of course there will be some useless presents from my relative ( for example chocolate, mug and photo frames ). I got 3 tees, two from my relatives and 1 from my darling's family which i love it so much. Of course the best present is that dollar notes, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. After &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; was boxing day and i had a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;bbq&lt;/span&gt; with my class at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ECP&lt;/span&gt; and it was quite fun. This is the first time i went there man, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;woah&lt;/span&gt;, like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; outdated. Okay, back to now, it's already 30&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;dec&lt;/span&gt;, and school is gonna start soon which is on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Wednesday&lt;/span&gt;. Honestly, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; not looking forward to that day, One the day of school reopen, i have a creative presentation at practical , and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; yet to done anything cause it's so boring, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. It will be a tiring term again as i need to really focus on studies to get a better grade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, 30&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;, it sound so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;familiar&lt;/span&gt;, it's our 5th month anniversay. Already for 5 months, it may seems s long but it's so fast. From marina, starbuck, esplanade and to many other more places, it's just so wonderful. Even though there's some quarrelling in and there, but i've never regret of being with my precious girl. She's the first ever girl who wants me to stick to her like super glue, hahaha! Just kidding. Loving someone is nothing, being loved is something, and loving someone and being loved is everything. And she's my everything. LOVES. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/679681648989094129-2611336449159208740?l=fromthat-moment-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthat-moment-on.blogspot.com/feeds/2611336449159208740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=679681648989094129&amp;postID=2611336449159208740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679681648989094129/posts/default/2611336449159208740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679681648989094129/posts/default/2611336449159208740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthat-moment-on.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-think-my-blog-really-need-some-update.html' title=''/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01284754602003130108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679681648989094129.post-6494419214989428825</id><published>2007-12-22T07:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T07:12:25.695-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sitting alone, staring my blog, wanting to write but just feel ashame to write it out. What hurts yourself most is when you find out that you have been hurting your love on un-intentionly and causing so much problems. Tears after tears. All have to blame myself. I'm truely sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/679681648989094129-6494419214989428825?l=fromthat-moment-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthat-moment-on.blogspot.com/feeds/6494419214989428825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=679681648989094129&amp;postID=6494419214989428825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679681648989094129/posts/default/6494419214989428825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679681648989094129/posts/default/6494419214989428825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthat-moment-on.blogspot.com/2007/12/sitting-alone-staring-my-blog-wanting.html' title=''/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01284754602003130108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679681648989094129.post-8514234484359323390</id><published>2007-12-13T18:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T18:17:39.599-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; back. Finally common test is over and yesterday is my last paper, which was a killer to me. Yesterday after my last CT, my girl and I headed down to town at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Cathay&lt;/span&gt; for a movie. We watched the golden &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;compass&lt;/span&gt; and it was a nice movie, i think there's second part of it as the movie stop at when the girl going to rescue his dad. How i wish i have a ice bear as my demon, hahaha!! After movie, we definitely walked around town and sad to say, we both are broke. Soon after town, we went to suntec city. Most funniest part was at carefour, we aim for those free food which let people testing. As we're tired, we sat down and bought each a polar puff and eat. We woke up at 7plus for the exam lor. Back to my story, guess what, we decide to have seoul garden as our dinner. At first, i thought the price won't exceed $50 for both, but it was around $52 lor and it was quite expensive. This is the first time having seoul with girl girland we had loads of fun. We both eat until out tummy like balloons. The next place we went was our old place again, a place where we can sit down and spend the quiet night together. But sad thing happened, girl recieve eileen's sms. I hope she will be fine. Soon after that, home sweet home~~. It has been awhile that we both really went out the whole day and yesterday was a wonderful day with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now my holidays has arrive, and i'm gonna enjoy it to the fullest. Plan is sentosa, swimming and.... haha! secret huh.. Okay, i shall stop here. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/679681648989094129-8514234484359323390?l=fromthat-moment-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthat-moment-on.blogspot.com/feeds/8514234484359323390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=679681648989094129&amp;postID=8514234484359323390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679681648989094129/posts/default/8514234484359323390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679681648989094129/posts/default/8514234484359323390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthat-moment-on.blogspot.com/2007/12/hello-im-back.html' title=''/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01284754602003130108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679681648989094129.post-8715841249358975728</id><published>2007-12-08T18:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-08T18:55:51.031-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Woah&lt;/span&gt;! It's been some time i update my blog. Recently have been busy with the upcoming common test, and tomorrow will be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;cbio&lt;/span&gt;. I have been studying &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ochem&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;cbio&lt;/span&gt;, and i haven't started &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;bstats&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Bstats&lt;/span&gt; is really a killer because i don't really understand what's she teaching, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. After my common test will be my 2weeks holidays and derrick, my girl and i will be going &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;sentosa&lt;/span&gt; again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's already 4months plus with my darling, it has been a wonderful period of time with her. Within time, there's happiness, joy and laughter and of course some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;arguments&lt;/span&gt;. But no matter how serious the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;argument&lt;/span&gt; is, my love towards her won't fade away. If you are reading this post, i want to say sorry that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; moody and affect your mood. Few days back, i knew that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; been so call making you irritated. Sigh. Darling, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; sorry. I promise you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; try my best to kick away those bad habits of mine. CT coming, let's work hard and prove someone wrong and show that you can do it. LOVES.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/679681648989094129-8715841249358975728?l=fromthat-moment-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthat-moment-on.blogspot.com/feeds/8715841249358975728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=679681648989094129&amp;postID=8715841249358975728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679681648989094129/posts/default/8715841249358975728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679681648989094129/posts/default/8715841249358975728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthat-moment-on.blogspot.com/2007/12/woah-its-been-some-time-i-update-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01284754602003130108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679681648989094129.post-8181547532973162854</id><published>2007-11-30T05:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T05:46:42.424-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Back to update my blog again. As usual, every friday was a boring day as the lesson is useless! I was sitting and rotting for the whole 4hours, damn. Today, 30th Nov, it's our 4th month anniversary and we did have dinner together. Right after our lesson, we went down to lot 1 and we took the same bus as derrick as we're on the same way. Of course, we had lots of laughters and jokes. When we reached lot 1, we walked around to choose what to have for dinner. Pastamania, again, haha, but the food was quite nice. We ordered one pasta and a 10inch pizza and we're very full. We walked around hime sweet home. It has been so fast, 4months together. Honestly, we grew up in some ways and definitely we know more and understand more of each other. Every momen with her is great. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, sad thing come about again. Why do schools need to send letter to student's parent to inform them something that is useless!! For example, i miss one lesson on friday, then letter were sent by the school and inform my parent that once my attendance falls below 80%, i will be debard from exams. Come on la, i just miss once, am i that stupid to purposely to let my attendance to fall below 80%?!?! Second thing, people fail module and re'take the next sem, of course die die will pass it right? Why must out of sudden sent letter to parents and 'threaten' them saying if the student fail this module again, he/she will be dismissed! Is like what the hell la.. Everyone knows that parents are worry and concern about their child's studies, by sending those letters, school are making parents anxious and worried. Are those letter to be meant for remainder or threatening?!?! Sigh..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/679681648989094129-8181547532973162854?l=fromthat-moment-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthat-moment-on.blogspot.com/feeds/8181547532973162854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=679681648989094129&amp;postID=8181547532973162854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679681648989094129/posts/default/8181547532973162854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679681648989094129/posts/default/8181547532973162854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthat-moment-on.blogspot.com/2007/11/back-to-update-my-blog-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01284754602003130108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679681648989094129.post-4289740148790224269</id><published>2007-11-24T18:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T19:17:09.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Update update update.. Here i come. Just passed a week of test, my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;cbio&lt;/span&gt; and info tech. This coming &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Wednesday&lt;/span&gt; is my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;cbio&lt;/span&gt; practical presentation, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;woah&lt;/span&gt;!! The follow is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ochem&lt;/span&gt; practical test, follow by that is common test, really need start mugging. This &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;sem&lt;/span&gt; i had to score a much better grade then last &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;sem&lt;/span&gt;, at least a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;mininum&lt;/span&gt; of C+. Yesterday i have another date with my girl, we headed down to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;yishun&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;safra&lt;/span&gt; to support &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;eileen&lt;/span&gt; bowling tournament. Actually from here to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;yishun&lt;/span&gt; is quite near, a bus trip down there is less then 30&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt;. After that, we took &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;mrt&lt;/span&gt; down to town and this is the first time we took &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;mrt&lt;/span&gt; together. And one thing that make me laugh, is that everyone know the handles inside the train( the hanging one), until here, i think you all know why i laugh huh.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Hahaha&lt;/span&gt;! We walked around and we finally settle down at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;vila'ge&lt;/span&gt; for dinner and this is the first time i eating there. Honestly, the food there was quite nice and the price was quite acceptable. Loads of fun happened throughout the meal, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;! After dinner, we scrolled in town to enjoy the beautiful lighting. Soon, we took 700 back home and unluckily, we stood the whole journey back. Hope she did really enjoy every moment together. Next meal will be fish and co. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometime, or rather most of the time, couple's major problem is parents, likewise, it also can be a major help too. If parents disagree, then the journey won't be that easy to walk through. On the other hand, if parents agree, the journey will be much easier to walk. All this depends on fate, indeed. I'm very contented for everything i have now, and i will cherish it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/679681648989094129-4289740148790224269?l=fromthat-moment-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthat-moment-on.blogspot.com/feeds/4289740148790224269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=679681648989094129&amp;postID=4289740148790224269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679681648989094129/posts/default/4289740148790224269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679681648989094129/posts/default/4289740148790224269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthat-moment-on.blogspot.com/2007/11/update-update-update.html' title=''/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01284754602003130108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679681648989094129.post-8601526531815297352</id><published>2007-11-20T02:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T02:45:59.470-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm back with my blog again. Recall back, i think it have been a while that i never update my blog. Last whole week was a tiring week for me. Last &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;saturday&lt;/span&gt; i went for a date with my darling again and it was a wonderful as usual. (: Guess what?!?! We bought something very meaningful, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. It's our ring!! It's damn nice la.. I like it so so so much. We did went back to our place at night cause it has been some time we didn't went back there. It's so sweet and comfortable to with her at that very place, it can say it bring us a lots of memories. I still remember the first time we both went there, the feeling is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; wooing her and my heart was beating so fast. When we left at the first time, i told her that now we're as friends to come here, i hope next time, it won't be just friend. And it really comes true, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. okay, back to now. On &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;sunday&lt;/span&gt;, it's quite a big day but unfortunately i can't attend cause i was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;pai&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;sei&lt;/span&gt;.( secret ) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt;!! There's a cell bio and info tech test coming in 1 and 2 days, have to read through even though is a small quiz. This &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;sem&lt;/span&gt; i really need to get a better &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;gpa&lt;/span&gt; because of some important reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been very tired recently which i don't know how come, maybe is not enough sleep bah. At the same time, i want to spend more time with my love. I know we still can meet up in school everyday but... I don't know why i just want spend more time, like the entire week or month with her..  And there one secret i want reveal here. The secret is that i find that my girl girl is so so so so so adorable as day passes.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Hahaha&lt;/span&gt;. It's true okay. If can, i will post some photos as evidence. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/679681648989094129-8601526531815297352?l=fromthat-moment-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthat-moment-on.blogspot.com/feeds/8601526531815297352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=679681648989094129&amp;postID=8601526531815297352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679681648989094129/posts/default/8601526531815297352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679681648989094129/posts/default/8601526531815297352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthat-moment-on.blogspot.com/2007/11/im-back-with-my-blog-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01284754602003130108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679681648989094129.post-3054495034596985785</id><published>2007-11-11T02:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T03:03:37.052-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Another day is gonna end, and i'm looking forward for tomorrow. Today i stay at home for the morning and i went to play basketball with my buddies near my house here. Played for quite long and then headed to ten mile for dinner with them. Some weird thing come from me once again, i can't believe i start playing dota again, haha. Tonight I'm gonna chiong dota with my buddies in irc. Oh ya, I also forget to self praise, i still manage to hold on to my 2point shooter record, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's already the tired day, I really want to see her. I can't really sleep well these few nights, bring my missing feeling to sleep isn't a good feeling. Today i yet receive girl's sms, i don't know why. )): Today we talked about going ns, i heard for the first 3months, i can go home during weekends, lucky man. I miss her so much for just 4 days, i can't imagine about 3months, don't know will i shoot people over there, haha. How how how. I miss her so much. I hope she's fine over there. Sigh..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/679681648989094129-3054495034596985785?l=fromthat-moment-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthat-moment-on.blogspot.com/feeds/3054495034596985785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=679681648989094129&amp;postID=3054495034596985785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679681648989094129/posts/default/3054495034596985785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679681648989094129/posts/default/3054495034596985785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthat-moment-on.blogspot.com/2007/11/another-day-is-gonna-end-and-im-looking.html' title=''/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01284754602003130108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679681648989094129.post-1551338101814231745</id><published>2007-11-10T06:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-10T06:46:31.822-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I came to update my blog. I'm totally &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;moodless&lt;/span&gt;.. I spend the whole day at home.. As usual, i will go market in the morning with my family. Came home and do some stuffs and went to sleep. I woke up around 4 and decided to play my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ps&lt;/span&gt;2 until 5pm. Had my dinner and rest awhile. After that, i play &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;dota&lt;/span&gt; with my friends until now. I don't know how to explain my feeling, I'm just like trying to find things to do to numb myself.. Today &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;received&lt;/span&gt; darling &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;sms&lt;/span&gt; again and i just can't controlled again.. I still need to bear this feeling for 2more days, can i hang on? can i tide through it? I really don't know.. I'm almost breaking down. It's just 4 days, how come i miss her so badly? sigh. ): I've done something for her, spent quite some time on it. I intend to give her on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Monday&lt;/span&gt; as a surprise, hope she'll like it. 2days of loneliness, 2days of miserable. Sigh ): I really do miss her that much..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time please fly pass as fast as it could.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/679681648989094129-1551338101814231745?l=fromthat-moment-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthat-moment-on.blogspot.com/feeds/1551338101814231745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=679681648989094129&amp;postID=1551338101814231745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679681648989094129/posts/default/1551338101814231745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679681648989094129/posts/default/1551338101814231745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthat-moment-on.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-came-to-update-my-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01284754602003130108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679681648989094129.post-3087238432670787679</id><published>2007-11-09T06:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T06:48:21.018-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6oXu75TsKv8/RzRsPm7q5ZI/AAAAAAAAABM/6fQNAvrb4ek/s1600-h/Our+Tigger.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130844890886497682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6oXu75TsKv8/RzRsPm7q5ZI/AAAAAAAAABM/6fQNAvrb4ek/s320/Our+Tigger.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tigger&lt;/span&gt; i mention earlier. Cute right?? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Today i spend my day playing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ps&lt;/span&gt;2 and slacking around. When market around 10.30 to find my mum and dad to have breakfast together. After i reach home, I'm still able to talk with darling through phone. At the very last moment before she went in, honestly say, i can't bear. sigh. ): Saying what i should say and she flew off.. Hope she will enjoy. I'm miss her so much.. Today is just DAY 1, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; like missing her so much. )): Usually this timing we will be chatting on the phone or maybe coaxing each other to sleep early. The feeling inside me &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;isn't&lt;/span&gt; that good &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;after all&lt;/span&gt;. In fact, i should feel happy for her as she will start her shopping spree over there. Okay, I'm gonna stop. Suddenly, I feel like looking through all the photos and ....... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Finally recieve darling's sms.. I know she's has reached.. At the very moment, when i saw her sms, something is just uncontrollable.. Now i know i'm just running away from the fact that i miss her so much.. I thought i was moody the whole day is bacause i'm tired and boring, but the truth is .... )): I'm not that strong after all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/679681648989094129-3087238432670787679?l=fromthat-moment-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthat-moment-on.blogspot.com/feeds/3087238432670787679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=679681648989094129&amp;postID=3087238432670787679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679681648989094129/posts/default/3087238432670787679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679681648989094129/posts/default/3087238432670787679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthat-moment-on.blogspot.com/2007/11/this-was-tigger-i-mention-earlier.html' title=''/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01284754602003130108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6oXu75TsKv8/RzRsPm7q5ZI/AAAAAAAAABM/6fQNAvrb4ek/s72-c/Our+Tigger.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679681648989094129.post-1910023553204303713</id><published>2007-11-08T19:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T19:57:53.220-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm back again with my blog. My girl is leaving in this afternoon and coming back in a few days. Yesterday we bought 2 tigger soft toys, she's bring one of it over with her and i will keep another one. Now, i think she's on the way to airport. The 4days have begins. At here, I want to say, every couple have their own ways of loving and caring each other, then why must give comments with such mocking attitudes and saying other couple like a fool or what.?!?! As for me, relationship comes as important as family, i cherish my relationship and i love it so much. 4days may seems shorts, in fact is quite a short period of time, but... Feeling isn't a thing that can be controlled, if i really cant bear to be without her for 4days, so be it. Is beyound my control. If people thinks i'm childish upon this situation, I've no comments. Many people say I'm quite lucky that i can see her everyday in school, I can't deny that. Some other couples are in different schools and hardly can met each other. Some poeple will want to spend time with their love one after school, but some does not. It's all depends on personal. Can't compared using your own character with others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, i shall update tonight again..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/679681648989094129-1910023553204303713?l=fromthat-moment-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthat-moment-on.blogspot.com/feeds/1910023553204303713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=679681648989094129&amp;postID=1910023553204303713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679681648989094129/posts/default/1910023553204303713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679681648989094129/posts/default/1910023553204303713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthat-moment-on.blogspot.com/2007/11/im-back-again-with-my-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01284754602003130108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679681648989094129.post-3242618392361793905</id><published>2007-11-03T22:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T22:51:01.482-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It has been some time i last wrote something here, it's because &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; quite busy recently.. Last &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;monday&lt;/span&gt; just taken my o level &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;english&lt;/span&gt; paper 1 and 2, the paper was quite difficult, hope i can make it a pass.. I have been waking up at 6plus and 7plus the whole week and is quite tiring..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; resting at home.. It's so boring but i don't have the choice, if i don't rest, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; afraid i will fall sick. This coming week i will be going school for 3days only because &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;tuesday&lt;/span&gt; is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;e'learning&lt;/span&gt; day and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;thursday&lt;/span&gt; is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;deepavali&lt;/span&gt; and the next day is.... Sigh.. ): Girl girl will not be around me for 4days, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;friday&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;monday&lt;/span&gt;. I don't know how to spend that 4days. To many people, they will think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; like a stupid fool because is just 4days, must i be so overreact? But the fact is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; not acting at all.! My feeling isn't good at all. Don't say 4days, even now, during weekdays, I miss her is like so much, what about 4days. 4days &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;completely&lt;/span&gt; cannot hear her voice, her laughter, cannot see her smiles, cannot feel her hugs, her warmth. ): Sigh. I will be strong, i mustn't be like that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;infront&lt;/span&gt; of her. I really want her to go and enjoy her holidays with a happy mood.. We both have been quite emotional recently.. First is when school just started.. Now is the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;third&lt;/span&gt; week, we are like adapting to it. But ahead of us.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Haiz&lt;/span&gt;.. I really hope everything will be fine.. Am i too dependent on her?? I don't know, I just miss her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt;.. People say that you have to meet the wrong person before meeting your MR/MRS RIGHT, I believe it as it happen to me. I've met the wrong person in the past, now &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;I've&lt;/span&gt; met my MRS RIGHT.. And this feeling is so so so different from the past.. I like this feeling, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; satisfied what I've right now and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; very contented to have her... This journey will never comes to a end, it will just goes on and on.. Hand in hand, everything will be fine. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/679681648989094129-3242618392361793905?l=fromthat-moment-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthat-moment-on.blogspot.com/feeds/3242618392361793905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=679681648989094129&amp;postID=3242618392361793905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679681648989094129/posts/default/3242618392361793905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679681648989094129/posts/default/3242618392361793905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthat-moment-on.blogspot.com/2007/11/it-has-been-some-time-i-last-wrote.html' title=''/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01284754602003130108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679681648989094129.post-1611249931262430290</id><published>2007-10-24T05:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T05:42:46.588-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6oXu75TsKv8/Rx89ZC-MeqI/AAAAAAAAABE/rZ6gdPBs6mY/s1600-h/231007+(Sweet).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124882401474673314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6oXu75TsKv8/Rx89ZC-MeqI/AAAAAAAAABE/rZ6gdPBs6mY/s320/231007+(Sweet).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;                 &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;  It will be so sweet for now and forever.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;                          &lt;strong&gt;  BENPET IS FOREVER.!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/679681648989094129-1611249931262430290?l=fromthat-moment-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthat-moment-on.blogspot.com/feeds/1611249931262430290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=679681648989094129&amp;postID=1611249931262430290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679681648989094129/posts/default/1611249931262430290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679681648989094129/posts/default/1611249931262430290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthat-moment-on.blogspot.com/2007/10/it-will-be-so-sweet-for-now-and-forever.html' title=''/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01284754602003130108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6oXu75TsKv8/Rx89ZC-MeqI/AAAAAAAAABE/rZ6gdPBs6mY/s72-c/231007+(Sweet).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679681648989094129.post-1520266809559870513</id><published>2007-10-24T05:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T05:38:12.508-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm back with my blog again because it have been awhile that i last update my blog. It's the second week of school and i still miss my girl so much. ): My time table is quite packed and I'm not looking for every friday as I don't like the class. Sigh.. I really need more time, I'm lacking of time. How i wish i'm still in holiday so i have all the time in the world to be with the person who i really care, dotes and love.. Sometimes, missing someone too much really make me tears. There's not a day that i never miss my girl, and even though i spend the whole weekends with her, it's still not enough at all. ): Because of this, we both will get moody and.... At here, I want to apologise to girl girl, I know last night I'm very moody and we both are unhappy. Sorry girl. ): Let's spend each day happily okay?? I know it's hard, but we have to be strong. It will make our heart fonders. I just know that she's really mean so much to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fear in me maybe isn't gone yet..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the trust will always be there.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the journey will never comes to a end....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I will hold your hand tight....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And walk you down that long and widden path of life....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giving you everything that you needed and....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not forgetting....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only heart of mine to you.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BenPet IS FOREVER....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/679681648989094129-1520266809559870513?l=fromthat-moment-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthat-moment-on.blogspot.com/feeds/1520266809559870513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=679681648989094129&amp;postID=1520266809559870513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679681648989094129/posts/default/1520266809559870513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679681648989094129/posts/default/1520266809559870513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthat-moment-on.blogspot.com/2007/10/im-back-with-my-blog-again-because-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01284754602003130108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679681648989094129.post-6745919247696817179</id><published>2007-10-16T04:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T04:44:20.438-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's already the second day of school reopen and the feeling isn't that good anymore. ): Girl girl isn't in the same class as me for this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sem&lt;/span&gt;, and i really hope and wish she will be back with me in the same class next &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sem&lt;/span&gt;. The feeling is not good at all.! I seriously miss my girl lots lots. The whole week, we will be able to go school together is only &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;monday&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;thursday&lt;/span&gt; and we only can meet up in school is during lectures and break time. Sigh. But what can i do?!?! The time after school is isn't enough at all. Maybe this is a test for us.. I know we both have to face obstacle and we need to get through it. But, somehow sometimes, i may not be as strong as i look, i may not be able to control as i always believe i could. Tears are accumulating, misses are all over and i don't know how long i can stand it. Each time after lesson when i saw her, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; have the urge of walking to her and give her a warmth hug.. Sigh. ):  I, as her boyfriend, I have to be strong and supporting her and... ( tears are now unable to be controlled). I miss those days when she's in the same class as me, i miss her voice in my class, i miss her shadow while walking to each tutorials and practicals, i miss her smile when we are all joking in class, i just really miss her so much that i don't know what to do.. I really do miss her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt;. Today, i gave her a very true feeling kiss on her forehead, in my mind, i tell her that boy boy really miss her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; before my lips leave her forehead. How i wish the time could stop right at that moment. I miss her smile so much.. Girl, I MISS YOU.. ))))):: Maybe i couldn't be as strong as i use to be because this feeling &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; feeling right now is really making my heart hurt and it really hurts. I want to tell her that, for now, for tomorrow, for every single day in the future, I WILL HOLD YOU DAMN TIGHT AND I WON'T LET GO OF YOU NO MATTER WHAT, IS JUST BECAUSE I REALLY LOVE YOU SO MUCH, I REALLY DO....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry that my blog was so emotional, i just can't help with it..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/679681648989094129-6745919247696817179?l=fromthat-moment-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthat-moment-on.blogspot.com/feeds/6745919247696817179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=679681648989094129&amp;postID=6745919247696817179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679681648989094129/posts/default/6745919247696817179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679681648989094129/posts/default/6745919247696817179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthat-moment-on.blogspot.com/2007/10/its-already-second-day-of-school-reopen.html' title=''/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01284754602003130108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679681648989094129.post-884487594112728061</id><published>2007-10-13T22:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T22:10:18.327-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;  FROM THIS MOMENT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I do swear that I'll always be there. I'd give anything and everything&lt;br /&gt;and I will always care. Through weakness and strength, happiness and&lt;br /&gt;sorrow, for better or worse, I will love you with every beat of my&lt;br /&gt;heart.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From this moment life has begun&lt;br /&gt;From this moment you are the one&lt;br /&gt;Right beside you&lt;br /&gt;Is where I belong&lt;br /&gt;From this moment on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From this moment I have been blessed&lt;br /&gt;I live only for your happiness&lt;br /&gt;And for your love I'd give my last breath&lt;br /&gt;From this moment on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give my hand to you with all my heart&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to live my life with you, can't wait to start&lt;br /&gt;You and I will never be apart&lt;br /&gt;My dreams came true because of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From this moment as long as I live&lt;br /&gt;I will love you, I promise you this&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing I wouldn't give&lt;br /&gt;From this moment on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the reason I believe in love&lt;br /&gt;And you're the answer to my prayers from up above&lt;br /&gt;All we need is just the two of us&lt;br /&gt;My dreams came true because of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From this moment as long as I live&lt;br /&gt;I will love you, I promise you this&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing I wouldn't give&lt;br /&gt;From this moment&lt;br /&gt;I will love you as long as I live&lt;br /&gt;From this moment on&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/679681648989094129-884487594112728061?l=fromthat-moment-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthat-moment-on.blogspot.com/feeds/884487594112728061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=679681648989094129&amp;postID=884487594112728061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679681648989094129/posts/default/884487594112728061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679681648989094129/posts/default/884487594112728061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthat-moment-on.blogspot.com/2007/10/from-this-moment.html' title=''/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01284754602003130108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679681648989094129.post-4368733308270512117</id><published>2007-10-12T17:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T18:23:04.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm back to update my blog. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Woah&lt;/span&gt;, my birthday finally is over. It was a great day celebrating with my girl, thanks darling (: . Darling came to my house in the morning and gave me my present. I love the jacket very much. After that we headed down to town, we started from fart east then walked to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;wisma&lt;/span&gt; atria. At the start we intended to have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;vi'llage&lt;/span&gt; for our dinner, but we both felt hungry and decided to have sushi instead. So coincidence that i saw dong &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;mei&lt;/span&gt; at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;cenileisure&lt;/span&gt; and guess what, she don't know it was my birthday, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. We slowly enjoy our sushi for hours and the time spent with her was really great. Finished eating, we dropped by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;hereen&lt;/span&gt; before going to paragon to take a look. So lucky that girl found the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;num&lt;/span&gt; she eyed on since last time, she was so pro, she immediately bought it without much consideration. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Opps&lt;/span&gt;! Now, she's so happy that she finally had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;num&lt;/span&gt; sandals. At paragon, we went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;toy's'rus&lt;/span&gt; to have fun, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Opps&lt;/span&gt;. As our legs get tired, we sat down in front of a playground in paragon and watched those small kids play. Soon, we met up with Eileen and her friends at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;hereen&lt;/span&gt; again as she needed our NP student card for a discount. As the night comes, we headed to marina first to buy a small cake and mac and headed over to esplanade roof Terence. This was the first time we went up and it was quite a quiet place and we saw many couples kissing and hugging and of course we...... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Opps&lt;/span&gt;! We had our mac of course. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt;.. The finale was that mini cake, girl girl sang birthday song for me, I was so happy that girl sang for me. And not forgetting, i sang her birthday song too as for her belated one. Had our cake, sat down, those sweet talks, words from the bottom of our hearts and once again the moment of warmth hugs, reminds us how everything get started. How I wish the time could stop at that moment so i can hug her in my arms for the rest of my life. After some time, we decided to go home, we took 700A back. We chatted &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; in the bus which made us forget our tiredness. Overall, I did really enjoy to my fullest for my birthday and honestly saying, I'm very fortunate to have her by my side. It was a memorable and fantastic day for the both of us. Once again, THANKS DARLING FOR EVERYTHING YOU HAVE DONE FOR ME, I APPRECIATE IT AND ALL I CAN SAY IS, IT'S JUST THE BEGINNING. I LOVE YOU, GIRL. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/679681648989094129-4368733308270512117?l=fromthat-moment-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthat-moment-on.blogspot.com/feeds/4368733308270512117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=679681648989094129&amp;postID=4368733308270512117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679681648989094129/posts/default/4368733308270512117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679681648989094129/posts/default/4368733308270512117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthat-moment-on.blogspot.com/2007/10/im-back-to-update-my-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01284754602003130108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679681648989094129.post-6112941830078360666</id><published>2007-10-06T06:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T07:58:09.958-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been ages then i update my blog, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;opps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.! But &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; fortunate to have my girl to update for me. Time really flies, my holiday is coming to a end. At the start of the holiday, i was thinking what i shall do to pass my close to 2months of holiday, now, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; thinking what i haven't do before i starts school. This holiday can be my lucky holiday as it come right on time, I can spend more time with her. I left one more week before starting school, and of course not forgetting my birthday is also coming, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. Somehow, i hope that from this year on, every of my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;brithday&lt;/span&gt; can be a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;meaningfull&lt;/span&gt; and happy day. Recently &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; just celebrate our 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; month anniversary, and i know our dinner is super full.! We ate &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;swensens&lt;/span&gt; and we order 2side dishes, one pasta and one main course and a total of less then $20, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;.! After that we went to have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Andersons&lt;/span&gt;' ice-cream. one cone with one scoop and a total of $4.50, quite expensive. Today, sigh, is so boring.. I slack the whole day and tomorrow will be another day of slacking. Hope there's something to write for my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;brithday&lt;/span&gt; huh, i mean good thing. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;.!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/679681648989094129-6112941830078360666?l=fromthat-moment-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthat-moment-on.blogspot.com/feeds/6112941830078360666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=679681648989094129&amp;postID=6112941830078360666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679681648989094129/posts/default/6112941830078360666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679681648989094129/posts/default/6112941830078360666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthat-moment-on.blogspot.com/2007/10/its-been-ages-then-i-update-my-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01284754602003130108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679681648989094129.post-9146911675049842338</id><published>2007-10-02T22:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T22:22:56.152-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>UPDATE LA ! YOUR BLOG IS SO SO SO DEAD ! SO I'M THAT KIND ENOUGH TO UPDATE ON YOUR BEHALF. (:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;A great day yesterday with my love &amp;amp; Derrick. The 3 of us had a wonderful day at Sentosa, tanning (: However, I had to wake up super duper early to meet the 2 guys, deprived me from my beauty sleep ! Oops ! Went down to Vivo City but most of the shops weren't opened yet so we went up to the Sky Park to sit. Talked, joked around there, and something funny happened. Shall not write what happened down here, only 2 of us know about it. Haha. So after getting all the things we need, off to Sentosa ! We spent the whole afternoon there, enjoying ourselves. Bathed at about 3 plus &amp;amp; back to Vivo for late lunch then home sweet home. What a tiring yet enjoyable day !&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;And I'm signing off now. ((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/679681648989094129-9146911675049842338?l=fromthat-moment-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthat-moment-on.blogspot.com/feeds/9146911675049842338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=679681648989094129&amp;postID=9146911675049842338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679681648989094129/posts/default/9146911675049842338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679681648989094129/posts/default/9146911675049842338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthat-moment-on.blogspot.com/2007/10/update-la-your-blog-is-so-so-so-dead-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01284754602003130108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679681648989094129.post-1169422537249056934</id><published>2007-09-20T18:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T18:26:37.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Recently, I have some lousy feelings in me, I don't know how it come. ): I suddenly fear of losing the girl who i love.. Maybe.. maybe the love between us has been so deep that no words can describe. 9 more days to our second month anniversary. I doesn't looking for being together for how many months, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; looking forward to being together for years instead.. Seriously i can't imagine my life is without her, it's like... I don't know.. Sigh.. I hope this feeling of fear can go away.. Not say i don't trust her, is just the feeling that always comes and goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i promise to cherish with all i can, taking care of her and of course love her. If anyone ask me how i define love? I will tell them, love is just Petrina and I.. It's just the beginning, there's more to come, more to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;receive&lt;/span&gt;, more to enjoy, more and more happiness!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love you, girl.. (: Hearts!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/679681648989094129-1169422537249056934?l=fromthat-moment-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthat-moment-on.blogspot.com/feeds/1169422537249056934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=679681648989094129&amp;postID=1169422537249056934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679681648989094129/posts/default/1169422537249056934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679681648989094129/posts/default/1169422537249056934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthat-moment-on.blogspot.com/2007/09/recently-i-have-some-lousy-feelings-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01284754602003130108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679681648989094129.post-4333049743147385692</id><published>2007-09-17T18:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T18:53:42.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6oXu75TsKv8/Ru8sLuS5plI/AAAAAAAAAA8/XYGLqgJ_SUM/s1600-h/DSC00065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111352682006292050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6oXu75TsKv8/Ru8sLuS5plI/AAAAAAAAAA8/XYGLqgJ_SUM/s320/DSC00065.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wow.. It has been some time i never update my blog, haha. See the wallet on the left? It's a gift from girl girl le.. So cool and nice right? I have been wanting to change my wallet because my previous wallet already old already. Thanks girl girl.. (: I like it very much. AND, someone just put 15cents into this new wallet then give me, Haha.. Yesterday went out with girl, met her at her void deck and headed to town. We had a slight meal at KFC then walked around at far east shopping centre, and finally girl found the bag she liked and i.... Haha..(not nice to say). Next we went paragon, heren and finally at cenileisure. At there, we had our sushi, yum yum.. It was nice not just because of the food, is because i'm eating with her.. Soon after our meal, we walked around town and home sweet home to watch our tv show.. Haha.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;    This holiday can be said important or can say come in the right time. During this holiday, i can really spend all my time with her, knowing her more, understand her better and moreover, stepping deeper into her life step by step. Our second month anniversary is coming, yea man, it's another 2months together. It's not that easy to be together for 1month, not even few weeks, and i really cherish this relationship alot. After our 2nd month, IT'S MY BIRTHDAY, Whahaha.. I really hoping from this year onwards, my birthday can be an happy moment. (: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/679681648989094129-4333049743147385692?l=fromthat-moment-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthat-moment-on.blogspot.com/feeds/4333049743147385692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=679681648989094129&amp;postID=4333049743147385692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679681648989094129/posts/default/4333049743147385692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679681648989094129/posts/default/4333049743147385692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthat-moment-on.blogspot.com/2007/09/wow.html' title=''/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01284754602003130108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6oXu75TsKv8/Ru8sLuS5plI/AAAAAAAAAA8/XYGLqgJ_SUM/s72-c/DSC00065.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679681648989094129.post-6977228452409849972</id><published>2007-09-10T03:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T03:20:56.172-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been quite a while that i update my blog. This few days isn't seem good.. Just came back from my class chalet, it's quite sian because the room was damn small and is like being cheated! $16 for such a small room? too much.. I can book $20 per day at weekend at downtown east and the room is much bigger plus 4bed, bigger fridge.. Overall did enjoy with my class.. Saturday i went out with darling and to meet eileen at bugis.. But at night something happened which i really feel so bad. ): I'm sorry girl.&lt;br /&gt;   It has been 2days i never be able to meet up my girl and the feeling is so lousy. I hope all these unpleasant feeling will be over soon.. It's so boring at home and somehow this boring has affect the mood.. Sigh.. ): I miss my girl alot alot..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                                "I&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Miss You Alot" , Darling.!&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/679681648989094129-6977228452409849972?l=fromthat-moment-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthat-moment-on.blogspot.com/feeds/6977228452409849972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=679681648989094129&amp;postID=6977228452409849972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679681648989094129/posts/default/6977228452409849972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679681648989094129/posts/default/6977228452409849972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthat-moment-on.blogspot.com/2007/09/its-been-quite-while-that-i-update-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01284754602003130108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679681648989094129.post-3663242150482352193</id><published>2007-09-01T03:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T03:53:53.855-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6oXu75TsKv8/RtlCqKJGpAI/AAAAAAAAAA0/hsVecmE_N6I/s1600-h/DSC00098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105184944645645314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6oXu75TsKv8/RtlCqKJGpAI/AAAAAAAAAA0/hsVecmE_N6I/s320/DSC00098.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a boring day.. ): I have been slacking the whole day with my laptop and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ps&lt;/span&gt;2.. But I cant deny that i miss my darling.. While &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; looking through all the photos she and i took before and found this interesting photo, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;!! Idiot face.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;whahaha&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Opps&lt;/span&gt;.. kidding of course.. That time we were studying at the library near causeway and we study until &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;sian&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;sia&lt;/span&gt;.. Then when i take my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;handphone&lt;/span&gt; out, I don't know why she sense &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; gonna take photo so i grabbed her and SNAP SHOT!!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Whaha&lt;/span&gt;.. There goes her idiot face.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;.. Kidding.. (: She's just so adorable.. Just feel so happy to be with her.. Miss you..! darling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/679681648989094129-3663242150482352193?l=fromthat-moment-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthat-moment-on.blogspot.com/feeds/3663242150482352193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=679681648989094129&amp;postID=3663242150482352193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679681648989094129/posts/default/3663242150482352193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679681648989094129/posts/default/3663242150482352193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthat-moment-on.blogspot.com/2007/09/what-boring-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01284754602003130108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6oXu75TsKv8/RtlCqKJGpAI/AAAAAAAAAA0/hsVecmE_N6I/s72-c/DSC00098.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679681648989094129.post-8062711029401822940</id><published>2007-08-30T06:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T07:32:51.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6oXu75TsKv8/RtbMNKJGo_I/AAAAAAAAAAs/qMoSooW2v2Q/s1600-h/Image000_(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104491754103940082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6oXu75TsKv8/RtbMNKJGo_I/AAAAAAAAAAs/qMoSooW2v2Q/s320/Image000_(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6oXu75TsKv8/RtbMDaJGo-I/AAAAAAAAAAk/4MDfYpXgVGo/s1600-h/Image003+(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104491586600215522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6oXu75TsKv8/RtbMDaJGo-I/AAAAAAAAAAk/4MDfYpXgVGo/s320/Image003+(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6oXu75TsKv8/RtbL46JGo9I/AAAAAAAAAAc/b66LZIfREMI/s1600-h/Image002_(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104491406211589074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6oXu75TsKv8/RtbL46JGo9I/AAAAAAAAAAc/b66LZIfREMI/s320/Image002_(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6oXu75TsKv8/RtbLwKJGo8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Cgz4NeKSXVw/s1600-h/Image008nn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104491255887733698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6oXu75TsKv8/RtbLwKJGo8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Cgz4NeKSXVw/s320/Image008nn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Today is a special day, finally and happily, it's our very first month anniversary.. It has been a 30days, 720hours,43200&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;mintues&lt;/span&gt; and 2592000 seconds.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;.. This 1 month has been a very precious and happy moment for me. Is she, only she can sparks my life.. Thinking back those days that i woo her, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; very happy that i did moved her heart.. Okay, let's starts!! I was very touched and shocked that she folded paper stars and put in a heart bottle and give me as a present for our first month. She really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;suprised&lt;/span&gt; me. Being her boyfriend, of course i cant be empty handed so i did give her a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;suprised&lt;/span&gt; early this morning when i meet her. I bought a pair of watch, one is for her, one is for me. She didn't know when and how i manage to buy it when i just gave her but i did told her after that.(: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;.. After that, we headed to town and chill out there. Unexpectedly and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Suprisingly&lt;/span&gt;, her mum ask her to bring whoever she's with to go her house to play with a dog.. And......(secret huh.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Opps&lt;/span&gt;!) This is the first time i meet her mum and talk to her. One thing i have to admit, I'm really afraid of dog and i don't dare to go in her house. But in the end i still take up the courage and for the sake of my girl, i went in and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;sayang&lt;/span&gt; the dog.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;.. (: I hope the impression i gave her mum was a pleasant one and hopefully it's a good start.. After that, we went causeway to had our dinner, pizza hut. We chatted quite &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; during our meal and soon after that, home sweet home.. Today, it marks as our first month which also marks the very first time i meet her mum, it's all really too great.. (: It's a great day for me and her..!! All i can say is I seriously in love with her deeply!! HAPPY ONE MONTH ANNIVERSARY, DARLING!! I LOVE YOU..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/679681648989094129-8062711029401822940?l=fromthat-moment-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthat-moment-on.blogspot.com/feeds/8062711029401822940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=679681648989094129&amp;postID=8062711029401822940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679681648989094129/posts/default/8062711029401822940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679681648989094129/posts/default/8062711029401822940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthat-moment-on.blogspot.com/2007/08/today-is-special-day-finally-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01284754602003130108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6oXu75TsKv8/RtbMNKJGo_I/AAAAAAAAAAs/qMoSooW2v2Q/s72-c/Image000_(2).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679681648989094129.post-782714319686296929</id><published>2007-08-27T08:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T06:34:26.482-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6oXu75TsKv8/RtQkWaJGo7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/2iThLqVuN_w/s1600-h/Image002c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103744245110842290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6oXu75TsKv8/RtQkWaJGo7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/2iThLqVuN_w/s320/Image002c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Suddenly feel like writing something down and it's quite late now. Today went to watch 'secret' with my girl, the movie was quite nice. During the movie, it often remind me those days i was wooing her til now.. It have bitter days, sweet days. But having her is just so sweet, just so happy. Somehow, sometimes, how i wish i'm someone special, with some talents something that can impress my girl. Thinking of talents, neither i know music nor what, thinking of speciality, I just myself, nothing special. Thinking of impressing my girl, there's nothing i know or can do, i think so. I'm just an ordinary guy. Sigh.. All I have to make her feel happy is just my true feeling towards her.. She and i have been together for almost 1 month and this coming thursday is our very first month. All these while, I'm really very happy to have her right beside me, supporting me, caring about me and loving me.. Often i will tease her because just to see her laugh and smile.. She just add colours to my life, she just make a different to my life and she's the meaning of my life.. Just want to say I Love Her so much... (: Hugs.!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/679681648989094129-782714319686296929?l=fromthat-moment-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthat-moment-on.blogspot.com/feeds/782714319686296929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=679681648989094129&amp;postID=782714319686296929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679681648989094129/posts/default/782714319686296929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679681648989094129/posts/default/782714319686296929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthat-moment-on.blogspot.com/2007/08/suddenly-feel-like-writing-something.html' title=''/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01284754602003130108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6oXu75TsKv8/RtQkWaJGo7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/2iThLqVuN_w/s72-c/Image002c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679681648989094129.post-7870120843022285706</id><published>2007-08-24T06:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T07:02:30.465-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, I come to update my blog.. I'm still recovering from my sick.. What happened was that day was the last day of exam, my class and i went out after out last paper to chill out. We went to cathay to play lan. Most funny was my girl doesn't know how to play then she was quite fed up, haha.. But in the end she play a racing car game with chris but i gonna say the truth, if ever she got her license, don't ever try to let her drive you, you can imagine it by seeing how she drive in the com.. hahaha.. Opps.! AT least she's better then chris.. hahaha.. Okay, back!, after our game, we went to long john silver, where my nightmare comes, we all ate the same food at the same time and i don't know why only i kana food poisoning!! Sorry girl and jonathan to let you both wait for me.. I seriously feel so uneasy that time.. Adn that night i went to hospital and etc etc... (don't wish to recall) These 2 days i rested at house but i stil don't know why i'm stil so tired.. Maybe I haven't fully recover yet.. The days for the chalet is coming closer and closer.. Yea man..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Girl ah, this paragraph is for you.. I'm sorry that i let you lose so many .... ( you sould know). And thankz for being here for me when i'm that weak.. Simply words just cant explain how i feel. But I jus want to say I love you, my dear.. Thanks for everything..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, timothy don't die yet.. We still have chalet to enjoy... Inject more insulin okay.. Hahahaha!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/679681648989094129-7870120843022285706?l=fromthat-moment-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthat-moment-on.blogspot.com/feeds/7870120843022285706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=679681648989094129&amp;postID=7870120843022285706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679681648989094129/posts/default/7870120843022285706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679681648989094129/posts/default/7870120843022285706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthat-moment-on.blogspot.com/2007/08/okay-i-come-to-update-my-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01284754602003130108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679681648989094129.post-4581695432950866214</id><published>2007-08-18T06:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T06:32:06.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It have been some times that i didn't update my blog. Recently my modem is dead and that's why i cant update my blog, life without internet was quite bored but i'm very fortunate that i have my girl acc me chat and acc in all ways.. There's 3more papers for me, mirco bio, IPC and my o level oral.. I don't know why i don't have the mood of studying at all, all i want is to slack and spend my time on..... haiz.. I know i had to study, but i just concentrate on it which make me so fan. i really hope all my exam faster over and i really can concentrate on something... I don't want to repeat any module, i really don't want sia!! Mirco bio at least there's hope, but as for IPC, i think not only me that thinks is over.. haha.. Never mind, everything will be fine.. Hopefully.. I'm currently right in front of my laptop and my mirco notes beside me. I seriously don't want that ... mood to study.. I seriously hate exam!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I'm looking forward for my class chalet, I believe there will be hell lots of fun.. But my girl haven't comfirm yet, hopefully the answer will be a YES!! I felt so lucky that i'm in 1F02.. As compared to other class, they are like aliens to me. As for my 1F02, we are all so lively and more like humans.. hahaha.. Thanks guys.. We gonna rock once forever yea.!! Hopefully we won't change class.. Even though there's 2 animals in our class, Opps!! I'm bad.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  There's alot alot things happening recently which made me so happy so contented.. If i write every things, every details on here, i believe my blog will be flooded with honey which have already cause timothy to produce excess insulin.. hahaha...  I just want to say, i'm really very contented to have her in my life.(: Loves..!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/679681648989094129-4581695432950866214?l=fromthat-moment-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthat-moment-on.blogspot.com/feeds/4581695432950866214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=679681648989094129&amp;postID=4581695432950866214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679681648989094129/posts/default/4581695432950866214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679681648989094129/posts/default/4581695432950866214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthat-moment-on.blogspot.com/2007/08/it-have-been-some-times-that-i-didnt.html' title=''/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01284754602003130108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679681648989094129.post-7230821648483091486</id><published>2007-08-11T02:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T02:25:09.909-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its a boring day for me..&lt;br /&gt;                 Its a boring day for her..&lt;br /&gt;                 But..&lt;br /&gt;                 There's each other accompany that's let us feel contented..&lt;br /&gt;                 There's each other laughters that's keep us happy..&lt;br /&gt;                 There's a voice telling me i'm not alone..&lt;br /&gt;                 There's a voice telling her she's not alone..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                Even how bad the day is, I will always be there for her..&lt;br /&gt;                     "                          "        , She will always be there for me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                IS THE WORD &lt;strong&gt;LOVE&lt;/strong&gt; THAT MAKE OUR LIFE SO MEANINGFULL..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/679681648989094129-7230821648483091486?l=fromthat-moment-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthat-moment-on.blogspot.com/feeds/7230821648483091486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=679681648989094129&amp;postID=7230821648483091486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679681648989094129/posts/default/7230821648483091486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679681648989094129/posts/default/7230821648483091486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthat-moment-on.blogspot.com/2007/08/its-boring-day-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01284754602003130108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679681648989094129.post-2711296386037738615</id><published>2007-08-07T18:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T18:56:22.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Wosh&lt;/span&gt;!! Yesterday class outing was damn fun even though is only a short period of time.. 1&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;fo&lt;/span&gt;2 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;roxz&lt;/span&gt; man!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;.. After our test, we all come out of the LT28 group by group and that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;chelephant&lt;/span&gt; was so irritating &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;.. We were keep thinking of ways to shake him off as we didn't want to invite him along, we waited for chance and here it comes. When he was talking to his friends form other class, we escape and walked off without telling him, damn funny &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;sia&lt;/span&gt;.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;!! Soon we all waited for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;jordan&lt;/span&gt; at cheers and you know what, he spend 1hours plus to finish that paper and we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;jus&lt;/span&gt; spend 30min only!! After he come, we went down to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;clark&lt;/span&gt; key. Rachel went home first while we walk around at the shopping centre. This is the first time i can be so close to her during class outing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;sia&lt;/span&gt;, so happy.! We then sat down at the river side and have our own private time enjoy the place.. When &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;rachel&lt;/span&gt; came, we decide to take-away dinner and sat at the river side to eat. She and I bought burger king and is yummy yum yum!! Her smiles really make me feel so happy!! Soon after our dinner, is time to have fun with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;jonathan&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;.!! We bought a fake present which is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;kortex&lt;/span&gt;.. We make him open the whole packet and take photo, he was damn &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;pai&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;sei&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;.. When he thought everything is over when we handed him his real present, he was wrong! Timothy wrapped damn many layers of newspaper for his present and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Jonathan&lt;/span&gt; open like some crazy idiot.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;.. By the way, hope &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;yao&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;zong&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;jonathan&lt;/span&gt; like there presents. Our class outing ends here and the next one will be an exciting one, CHALET!! yea man.!! Okay back to my day, I then send her home and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;i am&lt;/span&gt; really very contented to have her by my side.. Her face, her smiles, her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;laughters&lt;/span&gt;, her care, her everything, just make my day.!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;fo&lt;/span&gt;2, This class really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;roxs&lt;/span&gt; man..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/679681648989094129-2711296386037738615?l=fromthat-moment-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthat-moment-on.blogspot.com/feeds/2711296386037738615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=679681648989094129&amp;postID=2711296386037738615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679681648989094129/posts/default/2711296386037738615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679681648989094129/posts/default/2711296386037738615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthat-moment-on.blogspot.com/2007/08/wosh-yesterday-class-outing-was-damn.html' title=''/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01284754602003130108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679681648989094129.post-3591909487334819861</id><published>2007-08-06T07:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T18:07:07.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today can be said a pleasant day for me.. Microbio lecture was quite okok at the start, but i didn't expect the video was so long and making me sleepy.. After lecture, she and i went to canteen 1 for our dinner. This girl huh, wanting to eat the japanese food so much sia.. So i queue for quite long.. never mind, as long she gets what she wanted to eat.. We headed to my house after that.. Alot alot things happened at my house.. hahahaha.. Opps.!! She first time tasted my mum'cooking skills and is great sia.. My parents seems quite like her wor.. We done our studies of course.. Soon after that, i sent her home. As day passes, I just felt that she went deeper into my heart, i miss her..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was so boring sia.. Nothing to do but only can study for physio.. SO tired that i cant even concentrate on studying.. Never mind, i still have to study.. Yea, after the test i'm going out with my class, so excited what will happened to jonathan and yao zong.. And i will be weariing the t shirt which my girl bought for me and she will also be wearing the t shirt i bought for her.. haha..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/679681648989094129-3591909487334819861?l=fromthat-moment-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthat-moment-on.blogspot.com/feeds/3591909487334819861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=679681648989094129&amp;postID=3591909487334819861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679681648989094129/posts/default/3591909487334819861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679681648989094129/posts/default/3591909487334819861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthat-moment-on.blogspot.com/2007/08/today-can-be-said-pleasant-day-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01284754602003130108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679681648989094129.post-5772757420110252745</id><published>2007-08-04T18:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T19:11:59.629-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I come to update my blog once again. Yesterday is a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;meaningful&lt;/span&gt; and happy day &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sia&lt;/span&gt;, it can be said an officially first date. I met her 11.15 at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;bukit&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;panjang&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;lrt&lt;/span&gt; and we headed to interchange to take 700 to town. Oh ya, i remember i played puzzle bubble on the way to town and my hit a high score of hundred plus k.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, back to my date. when we reach town, we walk around &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;heren&lt;/span&gt; first. We were looking for some special t-shirt for both of us but we cant manage to find it. After that, we went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;cenileisure&lt;/span&gt; and walk. We bought a hand phone accessories at 'more than words', yea man, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;.. Soon after that, we met my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;lao&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;da&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;lao&lt;/span&gt; er and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;lao&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;san&lt;/span&gt;. I'm very happy that they turn up because i asked around whether who want come yesterday but all seems to hack care hack care like that then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;sian&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;diao&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Haix&lt;/span&gt;. But never mind, jun &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;hao&lt;/span&gt;, yang &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;yu&lt;/span&gt; and derrick still came.. We together we watched '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;dusturbia&lt;/span&gt;'.. And she was so scare when she just saw the some sort of trailer, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;, damn adorable &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;sia&lt;/span&gt;.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;.. The movie was overall &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;okok&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;lor&lt;/span&gt;.. In the movie, she was so scare &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;sia&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;Opps&lt;/span&gt;.. Then we went for shopping again, i bought her a file polo t and she bought me a fox t-shirt. I'm really very happy that this is the first things she buy for me, thanks dear..!! Suddenly our tummy feel hungry, at first, we plan to go &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;heren&lt;/span&gt; for the village but when we reach there, there's a long queue, therefore we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;heaed&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;esplande&lt;/span&gt; to have our dinner at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;thai&lt;/span&gt; express. We intend to eat the samba sting ray, samba &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;sotong&lt;/span&gt; and satay &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;lor&lt;/span&gt;, but there's no place and the queue was so long. After dinner we when to mama &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;malion&lt;/span&gt; there once again, which is our third time going there, and bought our java chip and sat there. At there, i think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; while she's playing puzzle bubble. Suddenly i felt that i never feel this feeling before, is like so happy so fortunate.. I sat there quietly and think and enjoy the moment with her.. At 10.15, we headed back home and we chat &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; on the way home.. Basically, all i can say about the date is... I just love it.. I love ya, dear..!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/679681648989094129-5772757420110252745?l=fromthat-moment-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthat-moment-on.blogspot.com/feeds/5772757420110252745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=679681648989094129&amp;postID=5772757420110252745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679681648989094129/posts/default/5772757420110252745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679681648989094129/posts/default/5772757420110252745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthat-moment-on.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-come-to-update-my-blog-once-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01284754602003130108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679681648989094129.post-5539944575705962682</id><published>2007-08-03T06:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T07:21:27.997-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm requested to post something crappy.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;okok&lt;/span&gt;.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Haiz&lt;/span&gt;.. Sad to say my class have a irritating fat &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;eleplant&lt;/span&gt; whose name called ''&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;chelephant&lt;/span&gt;''.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;.. He's such an irritating fellow &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;sia&lt;/span&gt;.. Luckily he did not pester me, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;kuan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;yong&lt;/span&gt; is not that lucky.. That time during math lecture, i sat with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;baoren&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;cheney&lt;/span&gt; sat a sit beside me. From the start of the lecture, he started sleeping as if teacher is hypnotising him to sleep like that.. Then out of no where, i heard elephant snoring sia.. I turn and find out is from his smelly mouth sia. hahahaha.. Bao ren and i can't stop laughing sia, is really damn loud sia, as if i'm in the zoo watching some performance.. Hahahaha!! I'm bad.. haha, but i'm stating the facts.. I think i shall stop saying about him, i'm afraid my blog will be polluted by his stories..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today my mum finally saw her liao wor.. haha.. And something happened.. Eh, it's just between the both of us huh ! So lips are sealed! =X Opps.. haha.. Today my day was quite good at the start by it was very boring in the afternoon as i was being fool by my cats teacher. I went to school and found out cats was cancel which the notice was pasted outside of my classroom. I'm damn pissed off by the way my cats teacher handle things, so irresponsible lah.. Then i stoned for 2 hours jus to mark my atttendance for s&amp;amp;w.. But thank petrina accompany chat on phone for almost 1 hour.. loves..!! haha..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/679681648989094129-5539944575705962682?l=fromthat-moment-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthat-moment-on.blogspot.com/feeds/5539944575705962682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=679681648989094129&amp;postID=5539944575705962682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679681648989094129/posts/default/5539944575705962682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679681648989094129/posts/default/5539944575705962682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthat-moment-on.blogspot.com/2007/08/im-requested-to-post-something-crappy.html' title=''/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01284754602003130108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679681648989094129.post-5824042278466931508</id><published>2007-07-30T18:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T06:01:45.395-07:00</updated><title type='text'>30072007</title><content type='html'>Wahhoo.. I finally started my blog.. I'm waiting for a special day to make me start blogger and this day finally comes.. 30072007... This day and date is really important to me, it's the day where petrina and i are officially together.. YEEAAA.. haha.. This girl huh.. She so adorable lah.. I knew her since i started school at Ngee Ann poly.. I jio her, waited for her quite long and finally i win her heart.. haha.. I still remember the first time i went out with her was 4th of june, we went to esplande there.. The very first movie we watch was on 7th june which is a class outing at vivo city.. Soon after, things getting better and bad, but luckily things turns out fine in the end.. On 5th of june, we made our very first ..... hahaha.. Confidential.. Till today, 30th july, we watch harry porter together, and only both of us, that feeling was damn nice.. haha.. After our movie, we went up to the open space at vivo city and we sat there.. Here come the climate.. HAHA.. I suddenly pop that question out.. I'm certain that she was a bit shocked, but.. guess what.. She AGREED.!! YEEAAPEE.. AT first we didn't notice the date, we realised at later on that it is 30072007.. I'm damn happy.. (:&lt;br /&gt;   To petrina.  I'm really very happy.. I know you been through alot of difficulties, but you are not alone anymore.. I love you, dear..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/679681648989094129-5824042278466931508?l=fromthat-moment-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthat-moment-on.blogspot.com/feeds/5824042278466931508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=679681648989094129&amp;postID=5824042278466931508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679681648989094129/posts/default/5824042278466931508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679681648989094129/posts/default/5824042278466931508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthat-moment-on.blogspot.com/2007/07/30072007.html' title='30072007'/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01284754602003130108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
