<?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-8440593</id><updated>2011-06-03T23:05:54.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah SenG's life</title><subtitle type='html'>i am a boy..i live on a little island named singapore..i am juz an average joe who tends to be not too average on certain days..splendid on certain days..suck big time on some days..so dun judge me based on one day...average height..average weight..average look..everythin just average..typical boy next door....</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilsinelabore.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440593/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilsinelabore.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440593/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796737587745731926</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>169</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8440593.post-4693813392686459589</id><published>2007-12-25T00:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T01:16:14.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My 21st Brithday!! A Kid no more..............</title><content type='html'>Finally, on 25th May ( i think ) i celebrated my 21st birthday in advance. finally an adult eh? quite happy. Cos i haven really had a birthday party since a very long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright..let e pics say it all.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kl2kDABu9Us/R2_gtJs_uAI/AAAAAAAAAC8/h78jSRDSRo8/s1600-h/DSCF0172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147579965411145730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kl2kDABu9Us/R2_gtJs_uAI/AAAAAAAAAC8/h78jSRDSRo8/s200/DSCF0172.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The army which made everything possible on that day..................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kl2kDABu9Us/R2_hN5s_uBI/AAAAAAAAADE/GFRnFMDdU_o/s1600-h/DSCF0189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147580528051861522" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kl2kDABu9Us/R2_hN5s_uBI/AAAAAAAAADE/GFRnFMDdU_o/s200/DSCF0189.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the BIRTHDAY CAKE. my own golf course. WOOHOO ~ !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kl2kDABu9Us/R2_iJJs_uCI/AAAAAAAAADM/LjjxBMDa75E/s1600-h/DSCF0190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147581545959110690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kl2kDABu9Us/R2_iJJs_uCI/AAAAAAAAADM/LjjxBMDa75E/s200/DSCF0190.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MY FAMILY !!!!! with my future wife to be!!! heehee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kl2kDABu9Us/R2_i2Js_uDI/AAAAAAAAADU/9DpVhdd_Chg/s1600-h/DSCF0195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147582319053223986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kl2kDABu9Us/R2_i2Js_uDI/AAAAAAAAADU/9DpVhdd_Chg/s200/DSCF0195.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kl2kDABu9Us/R2_jUps_uEI/AAAAAAAAADc/UYRC8XuE9UA/s1600-h/DSCF0196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147582843039234114" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kl2kDABu9Us/R2_jUps_uEI/AAAAAAAAADc/UYRC8XuE9UA/s200/DSCF0196.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left: E VICTORIANS&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right: e pri sKOOL gang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kl2kDABu9Us/R2_kHZs_uFI/AAAAAAAAADk/PAiQcc7aAw8/s1600-h/DSCF0201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147583714917595218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kl2kDABu9Us/R2_kHZs_uFI/AAAAAAAAADk/PAiQcc7aAw8/s200/DSCF0201.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i present to you my fellow in camp mates whom i spent e last &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 yrs with ............&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;36 SCE BUM SQUAD !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We rock!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LIKE THEY SAY: WHEN U SEE US RUNNING, U BETTER DO SO!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147584840199026786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kl2kDABu9Us/R2_lI5s_uGI/AAAAAAAAADs/mqN_kh8dSM4/s200/DSCF0158.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last but NOT LEAST.. i thank my darling for her help and her presents! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i Luv U! Muacks. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok...dats about it..e main giz of it. it takes too lng to load a pic..i cant be bothered to load more. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway, thanks u guys and everyone for making my 21st a memorable one!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/8440593-4693813392686459589?l=nilsinelabore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilsinelabore.blogspot.com/feeds/4693813392686459589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8440593&amp;postID=4693813392686459589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440593/posts/default/4693813392686459589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440593/posts/default/4693813392686459589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilsinelabore.blogspot.com/2007/12/my-21st-brithday-kid-no-more.html' title='My 21st Brithday!! A Kid no more..............'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796737587745731926</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/_Kl2kDABu9Us/R2_gtJs_uAI/AAAAAAAAAC8/h78jSRDSRo8/s72-c/DSCF0172.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8440593.post-2075877989216232569</id><published>2007-10-07T00:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T00:28:43.769+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally finally finally, valentines day 07. i wondered if i was suffering frm stress to make dis year better den last or perhaps last year was too good or maybe last year was more signficant cos it was our first vday tgt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway, i took alot alot alot of time to think about this years vday. and no doubt, lots of effort.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Things dat did not change is of course e 18 roses.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118259151323275266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kl2kDABu9Us/Rwe1lJcEIAI/AAAAAAAAAA8/sYM8GRFEz2c/s200/04.JPG" border="0" /&gt; The cake has said it all.........&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kl2kDABu9Us/Rwe3CJcEICI/AAAAAAAAABM/LldLvM2R0rM/s1600-h/26.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118260749051109410" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kl2kDABu9Us/Rwe3CJcEICI/AAAAAAAAABM/LldLvM2R0rM/s200/26.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;                                                  E small prezzie i got her.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118259877172748306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kl2kDABu9Us/Rwe2PZcEIBI/AAAAAAAAABE/UAi2OQjMHn4/s200/31.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;Getting all ready for e romantic evening on e beach beds and sofas&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118258760481251314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kl2kDABu9Us/Rwe1OZcEH_I/AAAAAAAAAA0/70d9lax9IvU/s200/09.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE HER!! and i still do. (:&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/8440593-2075877989216232569?l=nilsinelabore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilsinelabore.blogspot.com/feeds/2075877989216232569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8440593&amp;postID=2075877989216232569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440593/posts/default/2075877989216232569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440593/posts/default/2075877989216232569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilsinelabore.blogspot.com/2007/10/valentine-2007.html' title='Valentine 2007'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796737587745731926</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/_Kl2kDABu9Us/Rwe1lJcEIAI/AAAAAAAAAA8/sYM8GRFEz2c/s72-c/04.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8440593.post-1796562213928187330</id><published>2007-10-06T23:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T00:12:30.549+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rodyk n Davidson LLP</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Rodyk and Davidson Advocates and Solicitors. ( it was renamed Rodyk and Davidson LLP during my stint there )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That was where i landed after a 3 wk break from e ups hell. can still rmb e phone call on a fri night at occ driving range. i was told to start work asap and i was like no problem. as long as i can have my feb 14 free for jan and ta da, i was there!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thoroughly enjoyed my time there, ( it was an all female environment if u guys dunno, hehe ). everyday was a bitching session and i really enjoyed gossiping and bitching with e gals. and guess wad, e boss is helen yeo n she is e ex tpt minister yeo chao tong's wife and her daughter was wrking as a temp with us as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, i ended work on 28 June just before i went to HK for my trip ( to be elaborated later ) .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;here are some pics to give u a rough idea of my wrkplace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kl2kDABu9Us/RwewzpcEH6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/35-hdh5mLE0/s1600-h/DSCF0318.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118253902873239458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 245px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 149px" height="192" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kl2kDABu9Us/RwewzpcEH6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/35-hdh5mLE0/s320/DSCF0318.JPG" width="281" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118255852788391874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kl2kDABu9Us/RweylJcEH8I/AAAAAAAAAAc/jfseVRUAja4/s200/DSCF0314.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and some of e people who made me smile at wrk,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118256621587537874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kl2kDABu9Us/RwezR5cEH9I/AAAAAAAAAAk/JidRzzetFoQ/s200/DSCF0317.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;anita, sheila, e watercooler which caused much dispute among other staff and me!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;( notice e yellow post it which made others suspect us )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and jane, shuxian and jiapei! will try n get pics of em. lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will miss our drinking nights my dear sisters. oh..and sheesha too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;CHEERS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kl2kDABu9Us/RwewzpcEH6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/35-hdh5mLE0/s1600-h/DSCF0318.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kl2kDABu9Us/RwewzpcEH6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/35-hdh5mLE0/s1600-h/DSCF0318.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440593-1796562213928187330?l=nilsinelabore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilsinelabore.blogspot.com/feeds/1796562213928187330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8440593&amp;postID=1796562213928187330' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440593/posts/default/1796562213928187330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440593/posts/default/1796562213928187330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilsinelabore.blogspot.com/2007/10/rodyk-n-davidson-llp.html' title='Rodyk n Davidson LLP'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796737587745731926</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/_Kl2kDABu9Us/RwewzpcEH6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/35-hdh5mLE0/s72-c/DSCF0318.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8440593.post-6781690411690726938</id><published>2007-10-06T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T23:49:58.124+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hey guys..bck to blogging!!!</title><content type='html'>hey ppl, i dunno y but somehow i have dis urge to blog today. afterabandoning this blog for such a lng time. somehow i feel dat its much more safer to store my pics n info in dis blog and more reliable den cd roms and thumb drives kinda stuff. and also i wanna record my many precious memories here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, i shall briefly start narrating e many exciting things that happened these many months daily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440593-6781690411690726938?l=nilsinelabore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilsinelabore.blogspot.com/feeds/6781690411690726938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8440593&amp;postID=6781690411690726938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440593/posts/default/6781690411690726938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440593/posts/default/6781690411690726938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilsinelabore.blogspot.com/2007/10/hey-guysbck-to-blogging.html' title='hey guys..bck to blogging!!!'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796737587745731926</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-8440593.post-117021088333469881</id><published>2007-01-31T10:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T10:34:43.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5923/572/1600/922429/1132edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5923/572/320/410545/1132edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats her. cute eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EyeneO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440593-117021088333469881?l=nilsinelabore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilsinelabore.blogspot.com/feeds/117021088333469881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8440593&amp;postID=117021088333469881' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440593/posts/default/117021088333469881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440593/posts/default/117021088333469881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilsinelabore.blogspot.com/2007/01/missing-you.html' title='Missing you.'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796737587745731926</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8440593.post-117021008985531447</id><published>2007-01-31T10:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T10:21:29.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ta ta.. IM OFF FOR E BETTER!</title><content type='html'>After 8 days of work, i cant take it anymore. and off i went with 3 days mc. and yep, i've tendered my resignation. in fact, ive juz been back frm UPS after returning my pass and getting my timesheet signed. damn. i'm only probably gonna earn like 460+ bucks and ive already spent 150 on wrk clothes which i never wore. besides e shoes of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;damn&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;damn.&lt;/span&gt;damn.&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; damn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DAMN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, at least i had a few nice talk with e ppl there b4 i left. waikiong was happy for me when i left. katherine was happy too. both tot dat this job paid peanuts and its not worth staying for. and tho he din say it, but there was a very obvious tone in waikiong's voice that says IM GONNA QUIT IF I DUN NEED THIS JOB FOR MY FAMILY. yes..this is juz hw shitty this job is. craps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;realised e HR alicia is a damn chatty girl. we kept talking for quite some time when i went to return her my pass. we bitched about hw disorganised e job agent was. and hw we should be firm towards the agent. we talked and talked and when i was about to leave, she held e door open and continued talking. like wad e hell. haha. and when i mentioned i din bid farewell to lee mei, she was saying like she wud be sad? OH REALLY? looks like she's e only one worth mentioning about in center ops. kinda really cared bout me. heard dat when i didn went to wrk on fri, she was kinda worried dat smth might happen to me. and she trusted me dat i din skip wrk on purpose cos i din lk like e irresponsible kind. WOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-does a curtsy- thank you . haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wells, free for now, and cashless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya, alicia did mention gettiin me a job at level 6 of UPS. am told to send my resume to them directly, so as nt to let e job agency ZUAN. ya..haha. so i shall send her my resume tomorrow or the day after. do not want to look so despo for the job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time to slack and rest my back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OUCH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440593-117021008985531447?l=nilsinelabore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilsinelabore.blogspot.com/feeds/117021008985531447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8440593&amp;postID=117021008985531447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440593/posts/default/117021008985531447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440593/posts/default/117021008985531447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilsinelabore.blogspot.com/2007/01/ta-ta-im-off-for-e-better.html' title='Ta ta.. IM OFF FOR E BETTER!'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796737587745731926</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-8440593.post-116895989261052434</id><published>2007-01-16T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T23:04:52.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1ST DAY @ WORK...DISAPPOINTED.</title><content type='html'>nearly 3 mths of rotting, and finally..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i gt to noe dat i finally got a job in a large company like UPS doin admin, i was rather excited. and i guess it was e excitment which brought me e disappointment today. wad i expected was a wrkplace like e place i went for interview, nice clean office environment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but no. my job is in e central operations dept. which means i wrk hand in hand very closely with e delivery guys. which means we have to be close to them and e packages. which led our office to be segregated frm e rest next to e cafeteria and tooilet right beside e loadin n unloading bay. pretty messy place i wud say. and ultra hectic and noisy. dats &lt;strong&gt;DISAPPOINTMENT NO.1.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wad i tot wud be a simple and relaxed admin job sittin in an air con rm with e com and chatting on msn occasionally like my wrking frens was a far cry f wad i got. i had to unstack packages and carry them so i can retrieve e pathetic invoice pasted at e side of e parcel. and after dat..pile them back up after im done in e office. its hard wrk mind u, some of e parcels contain bronze sculptures and metal like objects. Xtremely heavy. some is impossibe to carry even with e strength of 2. Shitty labour. &lt;strong&gt;DISAPPOINTMENT NO.2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wad was supposed to be a young and vibrant envronment was in fact replacd by plus minus 30 yrs old ppl. and full of noisy drivers walking in and out of e office. &lt;strong&gt;DISAPPOINTMENT NO.3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I strongly believe there are more disappointments to come along my way of wrk. and im so bored alone. a fucking age gap btwn me and e ppl in my dept. but yeah...e folks r nice ppl. i think i have juz yet to adapt..dats all. my fault ba. but i have a feeling dat altho this is much tougher den wad all my frens r doing, i have a feeling dat i'm gonna learn and get e most outta my job. i'll remain optimistic. after all, its juz e first day. (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440593-116895989261052434?l=nilsinelabore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilsinelabore.blogspot.com/feeds/116895989261052434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8440593&amp;postID=116895989261052434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440593/posts/default/116895989261052434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440593/posts/default/116895989261052434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilsinelabore.blogspot.com/2007/01/1st-day-workdisappointed.html' title='1ST DAY @ WORK...DISAPPOINTED.'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796737587745731926</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-8440593.post-116773124183802528</id><published>2007-01-02T17:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T17:47:21.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!</title><content type='html'>its a brand new year..woohoo~&lt;br /&gt;sure hope things go smoothly for me this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yep, spent my new yrs eve with jan at zouk fer e annual countdown. i'm nt sure why but somehow, e drinks dat night were a lil strong. which is of course more value fer money. however, e music dat night sux big time. TRANCE TRANCE TRANCE. i mean i'm not a big fan of trance nor do i have a big enemity fer it...but it was too much and it wasn long be4 we voth felt sick of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we left e dance floor to rest at this corner which i'm gonna name it e official &lt;strong&gt;GAY &lt;/strong&gt;corner in ZOUK. drags and fat/skinny/disgusting gays. u name it they have it. i felt totally disgusted. but oh wells, we left at ard 3 plus to 4 and tried to get a cab. there was this guy who was so determined to get ahead of us. whenever we moved further dwn e rd to try get a cab, he wld rush immediately ahead of us. and to make it worse, there were many cabs ard who refused to pick us up. they wld rather wait for calls. BASTARDS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in e end, we had no choice but to get jans dad to pick us up. slept overnight at her house before waking up at noon yesterday. some pig who asked me not to disturb her disturbed me to wake me up... :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;accompanied her to buy her targeted handphone at compass point. U finally got ur k800!!! YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and finally, e BBQ! i felt so useless..cos jans dad and her bro were doing all e work..but of course i enjoyed juz sitting dere eating n eating..hahaha. but oh wells, it was nice having dinner with her fmly frens..quite nice ppl. but somehow this wes guy made me feel a lil braggy?! haha...maybe i tot too much abt it. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sped back home near midnight only to realise i saved 3 mins only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a new beginning. good luck fellas! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440593-116773124183802528?l=nilsinelabore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilsinelabore.blogspot.com/feeds/116773124183802528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8440593&amp;postID=116773124183802528' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440593/posts/default/116773124183802528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440593/posts/default/116773124183802528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilsinelabore.blogspot.com/2007/01/happy-new-year.html' title='HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796737587745731926</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8440593.post-116698413054170071</id><published>2006-12-25T01:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T02:15:30.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back for Xmas</title><content type='html'>Lotsa things to update for e week! hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STarted off with monday! dec 18! Officially one year together lo!! still remember the day last year when i popped e question outtaa my mouth to confirm our rather informal relationship. haha...yep. din noe wad to do dat day also. but yeah, i got her dis pair of realli cool glasses which had these prints on them which makes lotsa sense. oh wells, we proceeded to sakae wheelock for project get fat and den proceeded to lido fer night in e museum which unfortunately was only for e organisers. so we proceeded dwn to PS for Charlottes Web. Wilbur is so cute. i'm beginning to love pigs. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out with jan fer night in e museum with jan on wednesday. quite a good show. however, we learnt dat its not economical to get lovers combo at cathay cine cos e popcorn is really too small. Ate at macs before proceeding home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;played golf with james on thursday. Horrendous..dats wd i would say. well, wad more can i say? all i can say is dat while we used to destruct e golf course by splitting e fairways with our drives, we kinda self destructed dat day. luckily, we beat this new occ junior who joined us fer 9 holes. we beat him..I THINK. lol.&lt;br /&gt;well..we wont always remain at e top. time to get our asses off e couch and start to practice lo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, friday..time for our much anticipated kukup trip. wad should i say? its totally value for money. food was good and e place was not too bad. and wad more can u ask for with 68 bucks? great place to relax and all. but oh wells, din sing or play cards which i expected my self to do...instead, i wacked mahjong for e day and thru e night. of cos i couldn take it and slept fer few hrs, den woke up n continued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stopped at JB fer shopping on sat b4 proceeding home. went to give jan e log cake at her house b4 getting her to join us fer dinner at kallang. it was dis lion dancy dinner which i think e performances were damn good. they have really improved alot since e last time i seen them perform. True blue champs man..lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally today..e boring xmas eve which jan totally had no time for me. and i hardly had a chance to even chat with her. and she's even so reluctant to come over to my place to meet me tml. fine..i won give a dman either. who cares man. dun come dun meet lor. its like she already neglected me today le and still cant give in tml? whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too frustrated to slp. but i'll try. night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X'MAS ? JINGLE  MY BALLS MAN.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440593-116698413054170071?l=nilsinelabore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilsinelabore.blogspot.com/feeds/116698413054170071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8440593&amp;postID=116698413054170071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440593/posts/default/116698413054170071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440593/posts/default/116698413054170071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilsinelabore.blogspot.com/2006/12/back-for-xmas.html' title='Back for Xmas'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796737587745731926</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-8440593.post-116560054216588425</id><published>2006-12-09T01:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T01:55:42.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st try at WoRK</title><content type='html'>worked for e 1st time in my life dis week. Its fer e OSEA 2006. some oil and gas exhibition la. farking cheap labour la..but oh wells, believe it or not, i enjoyed it. kinda felt cust service is my cup of tea. i like to see others smile and thank me for e lil things i do fer dem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but of course, its hard work!!! ugh..have been standing throughout e week. even eatin into my lunch break! and yet i get unpaid lunch break. but oh wells, i was glad i din slack cos two guys who kept hiding away doing nthin got sacked. haha. of cos, e guy trev, whom i worked with made me despise him more and more after i see him start to slack more n more each day. i mean, he wants to leave early to teach tuition outside and yet, instead of bucking up n b more hardworkin during work, he starts to slack more n more. super buay zi dong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;about e fat indian girl...4get it. she's even not worth mentionin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luckily of course...i have edwin and eunice to talk to me. eunice was quite nice to talk to but she n her frens all xiao mei mei la...all 16!!?? but oh wells, NO GENERATION GAP. haha...and surprisingly, they noe my senior eugene and xuanyu!!! cos they were all frm north vista sec npcc, which my senior was posted to. cool huh? so qiao.&lt;br /&gt;and frankly i was quite surprise she actually asked me if we wanna join dem fer dinner today, and to top it up, they were quite enthu abt singing k with us too..&lt;br /&gt;haha...looks like we have met some good frens over here. more kakis!! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met jan after work today. spent so lil time wid her dis wk. miss her so much. haix...dunno if i work more permanent job next time how.. ):&lt;br /&gt;tml also dunno can meet her not, with my cousins wedding tml and her work on sun, i'm gonna miss her so much. and dear, dun worry about e gals i met at work, dey xiao mei mei only la, juz frens dat can click lor...okie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U R E BEST&gt; MUAX!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440593-116560054216588425?l=nilsinelabore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilsinelabore.blogspot.com/feeds/116560054216588425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8440593&amp;postID=116560054216588425' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440593/posts/default/116560054216588425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440593/posts/default/116560054216588425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilsinelabore.blogspot.com/2006/12/1st-try-at-work.html' title='1st try at WoRK'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796737587745731926</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8440593.post-116477796073693332</id><published>2006-11-29T13:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T13:26:00.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Woohooo~</title><content type='html'>i'm damn nua..have been outta camp fer about a month liao? feels like i have already ord-ed. damn shiok. but sad to say, i haven been doing anything productive. juz gaming, shopping, sleeping and abit of golfing. gonna start workin as cheap labour nxt week. oh wells, better den nuthin. cash is running short. festive season is coming = season to party aka clubbing = season to shop!! need to stovk up money fer dat.... i hope. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to MOS fer some party fer jc/;poly students. farkin squeezy.. as usual. theres only once i've been clubbing with very lil pple in e house..dats on jasons b'day. LOL. actually prefer dat. lol..at least we can dance! haha. kinda disappointing tho. its hard to find pple who can really party properly. i mean drink and dance and of course, a fair share of ogling at girls or smthin. used to think chong n i were e same typical kinda guys. but i dun think so after gg clubbin w him twice. he's damn despo, maybe not but LOOKS despo. i'm not. clear line. i mean u can chat up one or 2 girls. try and if nt forget it. but not every girl u see. and he doesn give a damn abt their age n all. me, whereas goes for quality.haha. oh wells, at least JT drinks. but of course, i need more ppl to open a bottle. or i'll burn a big hole in my pocket and get myself dead drunk. hmph&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yar...ppl out there...take note. HAPPY FEET is a damn good movie. MAMBO is so damn cute!! gotta get hold of its soft toy. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz...so many things to buy, so lil money to spare. damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gaming time. chowz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440593-116477796073693332?l=nilsinelabore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilsinelabore.blogspot.com/feeds/116477796073693332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8440593&amp;postID=116477796073693332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440593/posts/default/116477796073693332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440593/posts/default/116477796073693332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilsinelabore.blogspot.com/2006/11/woohooo.html' title='Woohooo~'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796737587745731926</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-8440593.post-116315343201447314</id><published>2006-11-10T17:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T18:10:32.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ORD LOH!!! i mean..soon. lol</title><content type='html'>have been at home e past week. after last thursday's last day of flatsword.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flatsword this time round was conducted by DG. it was ultimately FUCKED UP! fucking xionG. if i didn go with e mentality of having a long holiday this week, i might have gone crazy. wearing e FLAK jacket ( e sof kinda bulletproof vest ) and helmet almost e whole day ( except slpin) and moppin up to mopp 4 on 2 occasions. we were practically under e mercy of e controllers. and i could sense dat they were having fun playin with us. ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally had a ktv session with e guys at 36. FINALLY!! i got to sing again..haha. have been quite eager to sing since my last singing session with jan. but of course, singing with e guys was fun too. really enjoyed myself. and of course, while  i was trying to walk away frm e image of singin xiao gang, ZHOU chuan xiongs songs very well only, i was still forced to sing by JT and edwin. hmph...ok. maybe i sang others well but that better....hahaha thick skinned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went practicinG my golf on sunday...CANNOT  MAKE IT. i lose everything...all my feel. cham lar..dunno how...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was until Rondys bday at Manhattans Fish Market den i got to know sgt mak changed our standby w/o lettin me know at all. and e best thing is he changed frm one wkend to another wkend which im on overseas leave. cool huh? i think its fuckin dumb of him to do dat. dunno wad e hell is in dat head of his. think he should really try and sort his private life out. or 36 SCE will b gone fuck with a spec like him. after all, he's holding quite a major appointment....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wells, met yat honG juz now to go repair my PS2. Had a nice chat after dat and i realised i'm actually quite talkative..no matter how shy i am. can still rmb this monday i talked to jans mum at her house till i almost missed e last bus. LOL..stunned huh. think its bcos i can talk with anybody ba..as long as i dun dislike e person. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got dinner with staff at marche later. kinda feel like gg, but abit reluctant also. mixed feelings. wanna go, cos i got nuthin to do. but on e other hand dun feel like wastin money. i mean juz had a nice meal on wed, no point today eat so gd food also lor. and juz met everyoine on wed, like only 2 days ago?! lol...and PLUS, its pouring outside...so forget it...i'll stay at home. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but my heart still abit itchy...kk. chowz. we'll see..haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440593-116315343201447314?l=nilsinelabore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilsinelabore.blogspot.com/feeds/116315343201447314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8440593&amp;postID=116315343201447314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440593/posts/default/116315343201447314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440593/posts/default/116315343201447314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilsinelabore.blogspot.com/2006/11/ord-loh-i-meansoon-lol.html' title='ORD LOH!!! i mean..soon. lol'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796737587745731926</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-8440593.post-116098249214113547</id><published>2006-10-16T14:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T15:08:12.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hiya..updaTEs</title><content type='html'>lots have happened since e last entry... oh wells,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st, dad din trust me driving alone...gave lotsa crap dat i was rash, he cant feel at ease with me not trying to speed or something, like need time to be familiar with both vehicles or smth. but i finally got to drive alone w/o dem by my side for e 1st time yesterday. but i guess it was due to them having no choice. having to send my bro and sis to sentosa golf club and orchid country club respectively for their glof tournaments but not wanting to cancel their own golf games...and so i was tasked  to be e driver..lol. but of course, after sending dem, i would have e car for myself. yep, so i drove dwn to jans house and sat fer some time before coming to my house to watch our newly bot vcd, e hit korean serial drama on tv now, PRINCESS hrs. den went dwn to marina bay fer steamboat which sucked. e pig stomach was smelly which caused e soup to b smelly.. EEWS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched death note on sat...great movie..was so afraid dat it would differ much from e comic and be a disappointment. but it was great, except fer a stupid technical glitch halfway thru e movie. have been getting so fat...12 kg more den wad i was after bmt. maybe i was too skinny then...at 60 kilos only. oh well, 2 inches more on my waist. FUCK...gotta DO SOMETHING!! aint wanna be too beefy lik sgt E-FEI. ugh.&lt;br /&gt;dunno whether its too much movies or wad. have been watching  on an aveage of 1 movie per week for months. or at least 1 a forthnight. and movies = snacks in e cinema. ham, chips, popcorn ,nachos, sushi , tori ..u name it we eat it in ther. LOL&lt;br /&gt;rob b hood was good. besides e jackie chan stunts, e baby is damn cute. jan and i couldn help but want one like him in e future. :)&lt;br /&gt;you me n dupree was dumb, but funny. typical owen wilson movie.. kinda could have expected e scene of him wanking off in e living rm and getting caught. haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;end of movie reviews.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to e unit...people ORDing in Nov are clearing leave and offs. i would have to wait till next month. hmphs. things are gonna get more boring with staff tan posted out. oh ya, staff was juz posted out on 13 oct. had a great celebration with him on his last night of 12th oct. kinda sad, he really treated us very well. i mean, despite his crude jokes and all, he is overall a darn good boss. never neglecting his men with their welfare at heart. covering our asses and lying for us. he's more like a fren den a boss. Of course, before he left, he left me and tian hui, his sai kang RSMs with a bundle of OFFS...which we are truly greatful for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that night, after watching death note with jan,went on fer dinner with staff and e other guys at carls jr- again. ( one of e culprits to my fats ) den treated us to swensens after dat. i'm surprised dat he just left us fer one day only and we had so much to talk. from 6 plus all e way up till 2330. and of course, he sent a few of us home, evn if its outta e way. we're definitely gonna miss dat guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yeah..after failing to ctah a movie 3 times at vivocity, i guess jan and i wont be gg there fer awhile....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jans having trouble at scholwork...not being able to catch up at all..i dunno how, but i guess we are already making an effort to meet less already but it seems dat its not enuff. she's thinking of quittin her job already. how...i dunno. i wish i could help. maybe i should start reading up on my maths and start tutoring her on her maths when i start clearing leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;missing her. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440593-116098249214113547?l=nilsinelabore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilsinelabore.blogspot.com/feeds/116098249214113547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8440593&amp;postID=116098249214113547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440593/posts/default/116098249214113547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440593/posts/default/116098249214113547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilsinelabore.blogspot.com/2006/10/hiyaupdates.html' title='hiya..updaTEs'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796737587745731926</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-8440593.post-115632977105337854</id><published>2006-08-23T18:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T18:42:51.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PASSED.</title><content type='html'>went for drving test this morning. 825 am.stressed, scared...wadever. but who cares? i passed. yep. screwed up my circuit a lil...my vertical parking. always so near perfect till my test. oh wells, i shant elaborate but hell...i got 4 pts off frm parkin! yep. but overall passed with 14 demerit pts. with all e lame mistakes like failing to check mirrors, safety check and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hecks. See me on e road soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;SWIFT AS A CADILLAC , STING LIKE A BEE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;VrOOOOm.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&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/8440593-115632977105337854?l=nilsinelabore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilsinelabore.blogspot.com/feeds/115632977105337854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8440593&amp;postID=115632977105337854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440593/posts/default/115632977105337854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440593/posts/default/115632977105337854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilsinelabore.blogspot.com/2006/08/passed.html' title='PASSED.'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796737587745731926</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-8440593.post-115600740948765393</id><published>2006-08-20T01:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T01:10:09.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Are we near the end??</title><content type='html'>This is it. Yes yes. we quarelled again. i dunno the whole purpose of this. since we are quarelling so often..wouldn it be better if we just break up? i dunno. really. and yet, e reluctance in my heart juz won allow me to do so. wad is holding me back? perhaps its love, perhaps not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its time to face up to reality. e honeymoon period is way OVER. now is e time we shud sit back and think bout us. our future. is there one? i dunno. and yet i still cant forget e very first jan i met. on 18 june. e jan i fell head over heels with. i gotta stop lookin back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i just wonder...we always told each other..we can see our future together. did i really see a future? or did i just put a picture of our future together in my head. putting it in and forcing myself to believe dat we will have a happy ending. i dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am not ssying dat we are neAR e end. no, we are not. its juz dat i am beginning to doubt this relationship. and i really think she shud give it some serious tot too.&lt;br /&gt;However, if she still continues to show such attitude which i cant tolerate...&lt;br /&gt;it might be over sooner den we would expect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMN HER.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440593-115600740948765393?l=nilsinelabore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilsinelabore.blogspot.com/feeds/115600740948765393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8440593&amp;postID=115600740948765393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440593/posts/default/115600740948765393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440593/posts/default/115600740948765393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilsinelabore.blogspot.com/2006/08/are-we-near-end_20.html' title='Are we near the end??'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796737587745731926</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-8440593.post-115592051857518691</id><published>2006-08-19T00:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T01:01:59.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>she's driving me nuts!!</title><content type='html'>stress stress stress. Had my first peak hour driving lesson on wed. The ever so confident me suddenly became not so confident. i always tot i could drive well. but i'm not so sure anymore. the traffic is juz too heavy in ubi at 0830 hrs in e morning to conduct a driving test. and i feel dat it wud b a near impossible task to pass it while observing 100% traffic rules. if u wanna do pure safe overtaking... = impossible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got pressured by staff to regain my last yr's fitness level by sept, befoire he posts out. i am no longer as fit as i used to. i am 7 kg heavier den i used to be last year. thanks to jan. anyways, yeah...i am trying to cut back on my weight. and putting more effort in keeping myself fit. i dunno...but i feel dat i have shed a few kilos le...and i'm definitely regaining my fitness..slowly. At least i can run 12 km w/o any kick now...no breathlessness or tiredness. just dat timing wise i'm still not as fast as last year. but its good enuff le. :)&lt;br /&gt;Stress..next months IPPT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when i tot dats e end...now its JAN. fuck. she's telling me dat she thinks dat we shud meet less often..when we are already meeting much less often..ever since she started school. and i haven even added e neglection i have received. she thinks she doesn have enuff time to study. DAMN. she said she studies better in e night. yep, and so i made e effort to not talk so much every night, keeping chats between 15- 30 mins. sometimes more but it had been weeks since we last had a chat exceeding an hr. All done so dat she could study. and wad happens ??&lt;br /&gt;SHE WENT TO SLEEP. and she's blaming me for having to spend so much time with me. fine. i dunno wad else to say. when i said to not talk at night, she insists on talkin. fine.&lt;br /&gt;i have done wadever she wants me to. but she always changes her mind...and its getting on my nerves. its irritating. take tomorrow for example. she said she wanted to go out. fine. den now she wants to stay at home.&lt;br /&gt;i've done all she wants me to do. yet i always get e blame.&lt;br /&gt;FUCK&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440593-115592051857518691?l=nilsinelabore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilsinelabore.blogspot.com/feeds/115592051857518691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8440593&amp;postID=115592051857518691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440593/posts/default/115592051857518691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440593/posts/default/115592051857518691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilsinelabore.blogspot.com/2006/08/shes-driving-me-nuts.html' title='she&apos;s driving me nuts!!'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796737587745731926</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-8440593.post-115545037442531059</id><published>2006-08-13T14:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T14:26:14.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Fireworks( din see it tho) FUCKIN ugly S'poreans</title><content type='html'>watched 2 movies laz week. cick n tokyo drift. aint dat bad...click was goddamn funny, with a tinge of life lessons in it. Jan cried at the ending part...lol. yeah..but thanks to my shoulders, i stopped her from crying in no time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tokyo drift was cool, but somehow i felt that e storyline or rather e plot was a bit stupid. juz about a nutty teenager who cant discpline himself and goes ard playin w cars. but e ctunts are cool, and dats undeniable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tried e new restaurant which took over Marche at Heeren yesterday. ViL'Age. well, its no different from Marche. it took over like dat and continued running e business left dwn by marche. everything was e same. EXACTLY. even e booths remained untouched. i wonder how Marche din bother to sue them..or do dey belong to e same company?? hmmm..wadever.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, we ate there not knowing wads gg on and finished our meal and walked out realising dat our receipt could actually redeem us an ice cream and a bottle of apple soda, with purchases of 15 bucks and 10 bucks in a single receipt. COOL. (:&lt;br /&gt;so we left Orchard feeling full and contented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrived at esplanade to catch e National Day fireworks display. WAD A CROWD!!! too many pple this year..and we had trouble gettin to esplanade right from city hall mrt??!!!&lt;br /&gt;DAmN..and wad an ugly scene. pple pple pple and trees. all i could see was trees blocking my view and yet i had to deal with ppl pushing and steppin on my feet. my darling got so unwell due to e lack of oxygen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and s'poreans...really live it up to be ugly. makes me feel so ashamed of being one. they climbed over railings, jaywalked across heavy traffic- not heeding e safety of e drivers and their own, trampled on e plants and flowers juz to hope to get a glimpse of e fireworks. and guess wad, all these were done right under e nose of e policemen and marshals. they paid no heed to em.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DISGUSTED. dats my darling's and my conclusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wells, TP's coming up soon. gettin real nervous.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440593-115545037442531059?l=nilsinelabore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilsinelabore.blogspot.com/feeds/115545037442531059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8440593&amp;postID=115545037442531059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440593/posts/default/115545037442531059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440593/posts/default/115545037442531059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilsinelabore.blogspot.com/2006/08/great-fireworks-din-see-it-tho-fuckin.html' title='Great Fireworks( din see it tho) FUCKIN ugly S&apos;poreans'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796737587745731926</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-8440593.post-115365387764666829</id><published>2006-07-23T19:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T19:24:37.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy happy</title><content type='html'>i love my darling so much...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;juz cant stand a sec w/o seeing her. even as i'm writing this now, she is sleepin on my lap. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this must be one of e best moments in my life. cant wait to ORD. den i can study..finish my education and marry my darling!!! MUACKZ...hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;juzt bot a pierre cardin wallet yesterday. and underwears from renoma. these are e only stuff i managed to get myself from e GSS. lol...sounds stupid but its true....SAD HUH?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;missing e ZARA shirt i wanted to but. ugh..din have my size!!! ROARS....disadvantages of a short guy. hmph. but den again...i'm not DAT short...am i??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;short of vitamin M..$$$$. if only i din dabble in bets in w world cup...den i wud have a bit more cash to spare now...oh wells. hmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wells..nxt wk is EXERCISE FLATSWORD...and i'm e controller...AGAIN. damn...i sure hope this time will be much much better den e last. and once again...won b  able to see my dar dar for a few days in a row. i'll miss her...so i better make use and cherish e time i have now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so....see ya folks. chowZ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440593-115365387764666829?l=nilsinelabore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilsinelabore.blogspot.com/feeds/115365387764666829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8440593&amp;postID=115365387764666829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440593/posts/default/115365387764666829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440593/posts/default/115365387764666829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilsinelabore.blogspot.com/2006/07/happy-happy.html' title='happy happy'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796737587745731926</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-8440593.post-115298441274315693</id><published>2006-07-16T01:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T01:26:53.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh..been a loong time...</title><content type='html'>oh..cant believe it..it has been so long since i have updated my blog...cant blame it...im leading too comfortable a happy life to bother about it.. or rather not enuff time ba. yeps...in fact i haven been online fer quite sometime too. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeppie yeps! my life besides camp is JAN JAN n more JAN. in fact even in camp. Jan is on e phone with me whenever i have free time in camp..whether in e day or night. at home too, and besides dat, she is with me. we meet almost evryday..wkdays if possible during my nites out. yeah..may seem a lil too much..dats y her parents might b naggin. but cant they put it in a diff light?? its about two lovebirds deeply in love with each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i never ever knew i would fall so head over heels with a girl. till now. i love her...and no matter wad, i'm sticking with her, and i can be so darn sure she feels e same way too.&lt;br /&gt;IM gg CRAZY over her. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks dear for giving in to me and putting up with my fiery temper. e only thing i can repay u is my love...lots of it. hugs. love ya. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stanby tml...sian. standby nxt fri...sian. dat makes a 7 day wrk week. SIAN...&lt;br /&gt;Exercise FlatSword e following week = NO BOOK OUT/ nITES OUT!!! sian...&lt;br /&gt;staff!!! wad happened? y did u fuck up my duty this month???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMN U.. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miss u dar...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440593-115298441274315693?l=nilsinelabore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilsinelabore.blogspot.com/feeds/115298441274315693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8440593&amp;postID=115298441274315693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440593/posts/default/115298441274315693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440593/posts/default/115298441274315693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilsinelabore.blogspot.com/2006/07/ohbeen-loong-time.html' title='oh..been a loong time...'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796737587745731926</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-8440593.post-115057343321645808</id><published>2006-06-18T03:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T03:43:53.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hehs...goody good.</title><content type='html'>went to barrie's party @ DXO. was actually quite tired, but i went anyway, sorta to give him face. altho i havent known him for long, we clicked quite well, so yeah..haha..always nice to have another aquaintance.. (: who knows i might need his help someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells, wasn very good at first..all were too obsessed with e world cup. dancing started quite late, when it juz started to get a lil better, e dance floor was too crowded!!! spoiler. but oh wells, we danced awhile before leaving after my Czech Vs Ghana match. E first world cup match i actually watched ( while dancing..lol) and i lost my bet. damn, maybe if i din watch i might win. oh wells, losses back to 27 bucks. i think i shud quit dabbling in soccer bets le. my luck hasn been good. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jan was tired, so we left. yeps..and here i am. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things getting fine again with jan. very fine after our small lover quarrels..hehs.&lt;br /&gt;relationship with my guys back in camp getting better already. near e good old days.&lt;br /&gt;hope things will keep going..keep it up!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yawns time to sleep. :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440593-115057343321645808?l=nilsinelabore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilsinelabore.blogspot.com/feeds/115057343321645808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8440593&amp;postID=115057343321645808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440593/posts/default/115057343321645808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440593/posts/default/115057343321645808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilsinelabore.blogspot.com/2006/06/hehsgoody-good.html' title='hehs...goody good.'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796737587745731926</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-8440593.post-114926059552964075</id><published>2006-06-02T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T23:04:10.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>its damn true</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GOOD GUYS DUN LAST , GOOD GUYS FINISH LAST&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey mel, u are damn right. damn damn right.&lt;br /&gt;look at wad i've become...hmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can only laugh at myself. my naiveness, my stupidity....my everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440593-114926059552964075?l=nilsinelabore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilsinelabore.blogspot.com/feeds/114926059552964075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8440593&amp;postID=114926059552964075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440593/posts/default/114926059552964075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440593/posts/default/114926059552964075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilsinelabore.blogspot.com/2006/06/its-damn-true.html' title='its damn true'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796737587745731926</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-8440593.post-114925960320445908</id><published>2006-06-02T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T22:46:43.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YOU ARE A TOTAL DISAPPOINTMENT</title><content type='html'>yeah..great. i've got my whole friday night ruined. totally ruined. sitting at home waiting for her pathetic phone call which she promised. carrying my handphone all around juz waiting to hear a ring. Yep..u guessed it. i din get it btwn 7-8, which she promised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;craps.  this is juzt so not me. where's my pride? where's my arrogance?&lt;br /&gt;I AM SO SERIOUSLY PATHETIC.&lt;br /&gt;doing so much for this girl just to earn disappointment from her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she called at 836 pm. shouted at me and accused me of shouting at her. totally taking me for granted. she's so dumb to even realise dat it was e echo from the toilet. I was bathing. yeps, i took my phone in, cos i dun wanna even miss a phone call frm her. bathing to go meet her. yar...and dat was wad i got. a scolding. all my efforts for this huh? i cant believe it, i'm like e dumbest guy in e world.&lt;br /&gt;and she said, ' u can juz come down and meet me right?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah..she's beginning to take me for granted. looks like gg dwn to meet her at night every fri night has made her get used to it. fuck..i cant believe this. yes..she's on her way home now. So much for her ,' I MISS U! wanna see you so much'&lt;br /&gt;CRAP!!! i shud have known not to believe her. but i chose to do so over and over again. and i got decieved over and over again. it pains me to realise dat, and my heart hurts. Am i right to say i deserve it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this morning, she said she wants to talk. i told her to prepare asap den call me. for her own good. in case she gets late for work. 2 and a half hrs fer her to prepare to change and eat. she said it wasn enuff, so she din have time to call me. yeah right. i would be idiotic to believe it. i got so fed up with waiting for her call such dat i went to sleep..and she woke me up with her stupid call after i just fell asleep. GREAT. she sure knows e right timing huh? i was angry and refused to talk to her. went back to sleep and she woke me up again with her call again..this time during her break. FUCK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im totally disappointed. dunno wad more i can say to her, besides , GO AND DIE? ??!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hell, i dunno, i'm not suposed to. yeah but hell, i'm crying? no way man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440593-114925960320445908?l=nilsinelabore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilsinelabore.blogspot.com/feeds/114925960320445908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8440593&amp;postID=114925960320445908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440593/posts/default/114925960320445908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440593/posts/default/114925960320445908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilsinelabore.blogspot.com/2006/06/you-are-total-disappointment.html' title='YOU ARE A TOTAL DISAPPOINTMENT'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796737587745731926</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-8440593.post-114892796096810672</id><published>2006-05-30T02:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T02:39:21.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HappY Bdae to ME!!! :)</title><content type='html'>I'm so happy today. really. really really REALLY very happy. so touched as well.. LOVE U SO MUCHIE!! :) MuaX!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jan came over in e morning, or rather noon when she promised to come ard 10. but she arrived at 12 plus, seems like she overslept. Was inintially angry. cos she told me she wanted to sleep laz nite when she hung up but in fact went on to sleep only ard 3 plus. she lied to me and din keep her promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, when she arrived, she made me feel ashamed of myself and very touched. almost wanted to tear..LOL. she stayed up laz night to bake an apricot cheesecake fer me. My favourite!! see, my dear dear so good right? hmm, and by e way, it tastes fantastic! i want another one in e near future okie? yumms...slurps.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks my dear, hugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And jan gave me e swatch touch watch which i wanted today. Almost tricked mi with a mopiko as a bday present..LOL. she actually rmbed dat i wanted dat watch. thoughtful huh? pple out there, dun be jealous...hahaah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left home near 6 for dinner in town. Guess wad?? we went dwn to mushrm pot again. I'm still missing e mushrm rolls right now -drools- . LOL. and we managed to get a 1 for 1 promotion discount!!! man, Jan is really my lucky star. i seldom get to or in fact never  got to enjoy such privileges due to my unluckyness. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeps, caught e 2125 movie of X3 at cine. Not bad a movie...but we had to sit in e second row, corner seats sumore. sian...and its a monday!!! for goodness sake. LOL.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bro got me a shirt. guess its some wakeboarding brand or smth. Looks nice but i think its rather expensive for a t-shirt like dat. feel so bad. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn...i'm missing my lao po already...tired..need to slp le. nights dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope my NTU interview turns out fine tml. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;It just set me thinking today dear. Actually, u have been giving more n more for this reationship le. its me who have failed to notice your efforts. Sorry to make u angry about it. The wilfulness i used to blame on u ya? wells...it seems dat e wilful one seems to be me nowadays..Sorry dear. I'll try okie? Try and be sweet sweet to u everyday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Missing ya. Muacks. yeaff u! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;-winks-   :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440593-114892796096810672?l=nilsinelabore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilsinelabore.blogspot.com/feeds/114892796096810672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8440593&amp;postID=114892796096810672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440593/posts/default/114892796096810672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440593/posts/default/114892796096810672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilsinelabore.blogspot.com/2006/05/happy-bdae-to-me.html' title='HappY Bdae to ME!!! :)'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796737587745731926</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-8440593.post-114883889136964335</id><published>2006-05-29T01:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T01:54:51.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sian....Zzzz. 2pid bomb call</title><content type='html'>was supposed to spend my whole sat with jan after booking out in e morning frm my midnight swp at changi airport. Jan came over to my place and we intended to go out soonafter, after a few hrs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stayed at home fer about 4 hrs before my phone rang. jan heard it, told mi was gibbye, and my heart sank. Bomb call!!! shit, changed immediately to book in attire rather den townish attire and proceeded to rush back to camp within an hr. hmphs. shit, my day gone. plans went dwn e drain. shucks. worst still, wasted jan's effort to cab dwn to my house. had to drop her off at bedok mrt before zooming back in. Sorry dear. really sorry. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took e standby team almost e whole day to dispose e arty shell found at sentosa. booked out at 11 plus dat night. pouts- missing my darling badly. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wells, dats when i decided dat i wld askjan to join my family and i for dinner tonight. no choice, pre bday dinner for me. have to go eat w my family. at e same time, miss her so badly, need to spend time w her, thus, e genius came up with such a plan. oh wells, intended to eat at some seafd rest. at east coast park but it closed dwn?!! so headed dwn to chinatwn but e rest. was crowded, had to wait. in e end ate at a rest in outram. but anywayz, e dinner went well. din feel awkward, oh , at least for me...haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;proceeded dwn to town after dat. wanted to watch X3 but couldn catch e earlier one. so had to settle for e 10 o clock one which we tot was a lil late. so we decided to proceed to giraffe ( a pubbish rest.) for some alcohol but dey were closing le...shit, if not for our quarrel we wud have made it. was quite lookin forward to drinkin actually..LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywayZ, spent some time in starbucks before sendin her home. and oh yar, its e wee hrs of my bday le. hey ppl, wish me happy bday!! (: i'm gg to sleep lo! haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440593-114883889136964335?l=nilsinelabore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilsinelabore.blogspot.com/feeds/114883889136964335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8440593&amp;postID=114883889136964335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440593/posts/default/114883889136964335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440593/posts/default/114883889136964335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilsinelabore.blogspot.com/2006/05/sianzzzz-2pid-bomb-call.html' title='sian....Zzzz. 2pid bomb call'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796737587745731926</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-8440593.post-114863195742548619</id><published>2006-05-26T16:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T16:25:57.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On e verge..rocky...hmphs... ):</title><content type='html'>on exercise flatsword this week. tough. din sleep enuff. din eat enuff. survived w/o sleep for a whole 24 hrs (i'm serious, nt a wink at all) and a curry puff on tues. tough enuff, and jan juz couldn make it worse. it was nearly over btwn us on tues night. i was so prepared to give it up le.. but oh wells, things turned up for e better. lucky..i dun wan to juz let it go like dat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went fer half dat off yest. pushed so hard for it. and had to sacrifice my half day NTU interview off next wk so dat i could spend e day with her. and guess wad? my dear jan never fails to disappoint me. i juz knew it. beforehand dat wk, i actually asked if she had church on thurs. she said NO. and when i got my off after yest, she said she had to go cos her mom msged her dat morning and told her dat its obligation musk yest. i was angry..but oh wells, she said dat she won be gg. i felt bad, but was glad dat she could do so for me..but somehow deep down in my heart, i knew dat it was too good of her to be true. she seldom keep her promises....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wells, had intended to watch X3 with her yest. i din noe she wasn interested till she came over to my house to meet me,but said she didn mind. i dun wanna make her watch smth she aint very interested in. so we spent most of the time draggin on to make a decision. till we had no time to do so. oh wells.. and yeah...she decided to go to church. SEE?? i told ya...deep dwn i had already expected dat. oh wells, i was unhappy, but was okay with it,after all it was either me or her mum who wud be unhappy. she chose to disappoint me. fine..i dun wanna piss my future mother in law off either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okaay... ): she said she wants to eat dinner first before movin on. i did so, walked her out to have dinner together before proceeding on. while walking out, she told mi dat actually she knew of it like a week or two before. i was ENRAGED! i actually tot dat it as her mom who told her at e very last min. and it turned out dat she knew of it a long long time before. shit. its really shitty. its not dat i dun respect her religion or whatsoever. i juz cant stand e tot dat she actually dun place 'meeting me' as a priority. she knew she might meet me. and she never took note of her musk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fine. i had no mood to eat. not at all. asked her to takeaway and go. and u know wad? she actually did it! she bot her food, took a cab and left. it was 1 hr before her musk. and she's takin a cab. i cant believe dat i'm cherishing every min with her and she's takin me for shit. time with me isn dat impt to her at all...and did i mention she took her own sweet time to come to my house in e afternoon when i rushed back home to wait for her in e living room. not wanting to go up to my room to change in fear dat she wud arrive anytime, so dat i could go out with an umbrella bcos it was drizzling. i treat her like a princess, and dis is wad i get, she's taking me for shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den today, she actually told me we shudn..oh wells. nvm. but i was unhappy dat she din tell mi wad she felt and told mi only now. okaay. and den she din bother to call me when i refused to reply to her msgs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'm nothing to her. nothing at all.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440593-114863195742548619?l=nilsinelabore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilsinelabore.blogspot.com/feeds/114863195742548619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8440593&amp;postID=114863195742548619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440593/posts/default/114863195742548619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440593/posts/default/114863195742548619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilsinelabore.blogspot.com/2006/05/on-e-vergerockyhmphs.html' title='On e verge..rocky...hmphs... ):'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796737587745731926</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-8440593.post-114795733366830855</id><published>2006-05-18T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T21:02:13.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>maybe i shudn....</title><content type='html'>On off today. kinda pushed for it. reminding all e relevant personnel whom staff wud ask to suggest who might be free to go on off today to remember to volunteer me. yep they did. staff agreed. but i dun have much offfs left. and so i went.. on a condition of volunteering for this sat's sweep. fine...since jan isn free till night tis sat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAYBE I SHUDN HAVE DONE IT. i shudn have went for this off today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first, met jan in e morning. she refused to come when she knew dat uncle was here and wanted me to go out and join her fer breakfast. i refused. kinda unfair. she said it was alright for me to see her uncles. den y is it a prob if she saw mine? okaay, and so she delayed and took her time to stop at bedok to buy breakfast fer herself before procceding to my house. and yeah, by e time she came, everyone left! great...good for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hung ard home for a lil while before proceeding to town to watch da vinci's code. played ard with our tamagotchi ver. 3 at home. intersting with e infra red technology. our tmgc's can make frens!! when can we start families? LOL&lt;br /&gt;P.S for those who din noe, yeah, i juz got e latest craze in japan, the tmgc ver.3 last sun!! yeah, crap.its juz an excuse to make it look cool. ): i was forced into it lar..hor jan? but i agreed to be force. -weeps-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, so we went dwn to cine only to find out dat tics were sold out. nxt available timing- 1815 i tink. lol, jan won be able to make it to church den. so we rushed dwn to lido walking RAPIDLY to catch e nxt show at supposedly 1615 only to reach and realise its at 1630 instead. and luckily fer us, it wasn sold out. but we sat in front. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went in, but ran out to buy jan some cheese hot dogs which she said she felt like having. alright, den here comes e sucky part. she kept eating and din offer to feed me or so. okay, maybe i was so reliant on her feedin me and showering me w so much attention before dat i couldn take it when she juz stared at e screen today, not giving me eye contact , answering my questions blindly and feeding herself popcorn w/o giving a hoot abt me. maybe its my fault, maybe NOT. but yeah... I AM DARN UNHAPPY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant believe i went thru so much trouble to get an off so dat i cud be unhappy. farts. this is HELL SHITTY. no phone calls no msgs. she doesn care. den i shant. ugh. ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440593-114795733366830855?l=nilsinelabore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilsinelabore.blogspot.com/feeds/114795733366830855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8440593&amp;postID=114795733366830855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440593/posts/default/114795733366830855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440593/posts/default/114795733366830855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilsinelabore.blogspot.com/2006/05/maybe-i-shudn.html' title='maybe i shudn....'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796737587745731926</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-8440593.post-114761555225066841</id><published>2006-05-13T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T22:05:52.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clubbin agn. finally :D</title><content type='html'>spent laz nite at zouk with my darlinG. kinda good. very good actually. never knew it could be so fun juz to club with my darling alone. yep..dats right! juz e two of us. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met jan after work, went to her house and spent abit too much time there before proceeding to zouk. in e end we reached abit too late. 12 pluz i think. and started e party late. but oh wells, we werent exactly in e condition to party wildly. we were both too tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dancing was great...exactly with my loved one only. juz me and her. not so pai sei, can juz hug and kiss her as and when i like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RnB sect was once agn too crowded. and one guy in singlet kept being me. and he's sweaty and sticky. fark...dirty bastard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright. time to go. tired frm my stupid sweep. c ya peeps.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440593-114761555225066841?l=nilsinelabore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilsinelabore.blogspot.com/feeds/114761555225066841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8440593&amp;postID=114761555225066841' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440593/posts/default/114761555225066841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440593/posts/default/114761555225066841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilsinelabore.blogspot.com/2006/05/clubbin-agn-finally-d.html' title='Clubbin agn. finally :D'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796737587745731926</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8440593.post-114727166297795172</id><published>2006-05-10T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T22:34:23.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yay..hahaha.</title><content type='html'>off off off....too many offs to go for. too lil offs to spare. this weeks been short. one and a half day work week for me. feels like i juz book in to do standby and den..FUCK off..haha. heez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met jan today during my half day off. went to watch poseidon. quite ok. worth e money..cos its 8 bucks only? and luckily it was, cos gibby called and interrup0ted my mood to inform me of this sats incoming sweep. and to inform me of my off tml. which means i gotta make a trip back to camp agn juz to get my stuff back home. dumb..but alrighty. but e movie makes u gan jiong. make sure u pee first. haha.my arm almost broke....jan grabbed me so hard. haha...ouch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;much has happened this week. celebrated my darling's birthday on e 2nd of may. felt so happy. haha..as if it was my own? lol. wonder if i would even feel so happy on my own birthday lor. i hope i do?? (: i hope u like wad i did for u dear. juz want u to be happy. my PRINCESS. :D&lt;br /&gt;luv ya so muchie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kenneth and me have slowly begun to be on talking terms again. sometimes, compromises do wonders. we haven been talkin like we used to. but i do hope things get better. but after this incident..i dun think i wud wan to be dat close to hime anymore. not a good charactered person. hmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been in discipline problem with e RSM. had to stand in senang diri position with beret on fer 2 hrs before a 45 min lecture laz fri and 2hrs with 15 min lecture yest. i was supposed to be rude to warrant sho. yeah..but up till now, i dun feel dat i'm in e wrong. but e armyh is fucked up. i had to show dat i was sorry. started crappin and acted like i was sorry. so yeah, i got away scot free. i juz felt dat i could really act. could try e showbiz in future..LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this weekends wud be great with so much time to spare from now onwards. but i guess it won be dat great due to not being able to meet jan as much as i want to. due to her work and stuff. but yeah oh wells, wad more can i do? i have done as much as i could. e rest is up to her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jan's out with her girlfrens celebratin someone's birthday. hanging out in a pub now. not home yet. get home fast girl...i'm worried.&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440593-114727166297795172?l=nilsinelabore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilsinelabore.blogspot.com/feeds/114727166297795172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8440593&amp;postID=114727166297795172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440593/posts/default/114727166297795172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440593/posts/default/114727166297795172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilsinelabore.blogspot.com/2006/05/yayhahaha.html' title='yay..hahaha.'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796737587745731926</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-8440593.post-114613732572366492</id><published>2006-04-27T19:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T19:28:45.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>why is this happeninG??</title><content type='html'>things haven been very smooth btwn me and her this wk. quarrels after quarrels. wads wrong? i'm nt very sure. quarrels sholuldn exist btwn two pple who love each other so much. perhas its juz e withdrawal symptoms of not being able to see her often enuff. i'm totally addicted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mood hasn been good thse days. due to e lack of janyz. ( i'm making her sound like heroin) and kenneth loh is juz making it worst. he's showing some attitude towards me. when its his fucking fault. backstabbing me. and i got a hint of jealousy coming frm him.given e fact dat staff have been treating me fairly well despite e fact dat he backstabbed me which staff gullibly believed. i bet he's jumping with anger in some corner with his scheming plan not working. i cant stand his cheapo-ness , his hypocrism, his everything now. but i'm still talkin to him, because yat hong advidsed me to do so, so as to let others see dat i'm e magnimous one and he's e petty one. but i tell ya, my tolerance is reaching its limits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quarrelled w jan again. dun wanna talk to her. wanna give her e cold shoulder. but i cant do it. i'm feeling miserable. i juz cant turn my back on my darling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u asked mi if i wud be happier w/o u...i tell ya, hell NO. i wud be miserable. dats e conclusion i came up with during my sweep today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is gonna be hell nowadays..with e general elections coming up and a whole lot of major ops coming in soon. today is HELL day 1. woke up at 4 in e morning for security sweep at bendemeer pri. cham see tong's party and e PAP. its e first time in my life i see this elction thingy gg on. i mus say it was beyond wad i expected. sad to say, it was rather rowdy. but oh wells, full of spirit. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CO parade tml. SiaNzzZZZ. den athletics meet at Changi Naval Base after dat. and i'm gonna miss golf practice agn. hell, been a long time since i touched my clubs. wonder if i still rmb how to hit a golf ball. LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440593-114613732572366492?l=nilsinelabore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilsinelabore.blogspot.com/feeds/114613732572366492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8440593&amp;postID=114613732572366492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440593/posts/default/114613732572366492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440593/posts/default/114613732572366492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilsinelabore.blogspot.com/2006/04/why-is-this-happening.html' title='why is this happeninG??'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796737587745731926</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-8440593.post-114597170185065843</id><published>2006-04-25T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T21:28:21.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lucky...free from ippt for now!!</title><content type='html'>luckily for me, i'm not included fer ippt tml. frankl speaking, i'm really not prepared yet. gosh, dunno how long i will take to regain my fit form last yr. or maybe i will never.... ):&lt;br /&gt;oh wells, my body is under construction fer now...with e more constant and effective physical training sessions in camp now. lolx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh my oh my, jan juz pissed me off so bad today. when will she stop ever making mi disappointed? i muz admit dat e tot of breakin up flashed in my mind fer a short short while, but i shook it off. no way man. i tink i would die. hmphs, she's e most impt person in my life. NO JAN= NO ME. luv ya lots dear. sorry for pissin u off as well. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jan called to ask if she could go out with edward this sat for lunch. come on, i mean i couldn stop her frm meeting her guy frens right/? i dun really wanna become a control freak. not very nice. but on e other hand, i couldn help expressin my unhappiness ( juz slightly) over it.&lt;br /&gt;i mean, its not very nice if they meet my frens outside and i have someone callin me on my phone while i'm on standby in camp tellin me dat my gf's out with another guy in town. yeah, i wud hav already known about it but wad will others think? they wud have tot i might have been made a cuckold and dats not very nice. REALLy. but oh wells,i cant be selfish. e decision still lies with her eventually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 days w/o her. its killin me. and driving me to nuts. temper hasn been good. yeah, so stay outta my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya, i forgot something. did i ever mention kenneth loh is a bastard??&lt;br /&gt;too angry to add fuel to my fire fer now. i'll elaborate another day. remind mi if i forget.&lt;br /&gt;bye guys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440593-114597170185065843?l=nilsinelabore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilsinelabore.blogspot.com/feeds/114597170185065843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8440593&amp;postID=114597170185065843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440593/posts/default/114597170185065843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440593/posts/default/114597170185065843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilsinelabore.blogspot.com/2006/04/luckyfree-from-ippt-for-now.html' title='lucky...free from ippt for now!!'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796737587745731926</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-8440593.post-114597106545455670</id><published>2006-04-23T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T21:17:45.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st.. !! -grins-</title><content type='html'>did it for the first time 'TOGETHER' yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wasn as spectacular as we expected but yeah..not too shabby....&lt;br /&gt;not bad at all. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met her fer her break today..had pepper lunch. oh yeah folks, pepper lunch is gonna have a new branch at dhoby ghaut. pepper lunch express i think. specialises in take aways. personally, i feel dat e food fer take aways look and sound better den e original pepper lunches. oh wells, gonna give it a try someday. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;won b seeing her fer quite sometime. missing her le. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sobs&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440593-114597106545455670?l=nilsinelabore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilsinelabore.blogspot.com/feeds/114597106545455670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8440593&amp;postID=114597106545455670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440593/posts/default/114597106545455670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440593/posts/default/114597106545455670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilsinelabore.blogspot.com/2006/04/1st-grins.html' title='1st.. !! -grins-'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796737587745731926</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-8440593.post-114512949731263635</id><published>2006-04-16T02:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T03:31:37.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>not dat bad after all.. (:</title><content type='html'>oh wells, continue from where i stopped. yeah, jan came over dat wednesday. hung ard my house fer a lil while.. ( quite some time in fact ) lol...couldn rmb wad we did except..hmmm. yeah, but i rmbed we rushed out to siglap fer a laz min dinner at thai express. juz arrived in time fer laz order. my soft shell crab thingy was good. yummms.. gotta try some other day again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeps. continued my off on thurs. met jan after her work fer dinner before catchin a movie. we had dinner at this rabbity smth place. good food! @ SUPER LOW prices. think i'll bring elias there sometime these days. budgety budgety..hahaZ.&lt;br /&gt;decided to watch a movie to waste time. din regret it....cos we caught a DAMN nice movie. - at least i tot so. lol. watched at e newly renovated cathay cineplex. first of all, service was first class. 2ndly, theatre was damn big, damn nice and damn comfy. thirdly, e movie was good. And last but not leaast, e company! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jan came over to my place early on fri morning. we walked maggie ard e linear park outside den on to siglap. dat stupid maggie, came to realise she's a lil hard to walk. too timid la...stupid biatch. LOL. wonder if jan wud ever wanna walk her again not..haha. yep, bot KFC home fer lunch. spent some time together before she proceeded to church while i went over to town to celebrate chong's birthday. despite havin 11 others fer company, non of my better friends were ard. and i bet even if they were, i won have much fun too. TIMES W/O JAN IS TOO BORING. she juz makes my day. lol. yep and so...ya...u folks could have guessed, i gave e overnite stay @ chong's house a miss. rather go home and sleep and prepare to meet my darling e next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AnD yeps! SATURDAY! met jan in town this morning. had breakfast at e somerset killiney kopitiam. quite surprised to see so many ppl in town on a sat early morning. lol. yeps, shopped fer her dress fer baptism and almost forgot to turn up fer e movie which we already bot tics. sian..always like dat de. she wud neglect everything once she starts shoppin.  ): but ok la, partly my fault as well..failed to rmb. so oh wells, we were late lor. sian. watched TRISTAN AND ISOLDE. ok lar, wud be not bad if not for e draggy parts. went over to her church to watch her being baptised. Mom wasn very happy abt it. but i went anywayz..wud do anything my dear dear wants me to .. (: oh well, she din force me, juz hopedi wud go altho she told me not to when mom wasn happy. but i did. &lt;em&gt;I JUST WANNA MAKE HER HAPPY.&lt;/em&gt; (:&lt;br /&gt;kinda boring, guess its bcos i cant understand nuts abt wads gg on. but oh wells, met her parents. had diiner at her place den had supper together at upp serangoon. e porridge was superb. nice nice. (:&lt;br /&gt;so my meeting with my future in laws were ok. good good. :P&lt;br /&gt;her dad sent me home N so here i am. ta da~!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meeting elias tml before meeting jan after her work. MISSING her already. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440593-114512949731263635?l=nilsinelabore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilsinelabore.blogspot.com/feeds/114512949731263635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8440593&amp;postID=114512949731263635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440593/posts/default/114512949731263635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440593/posts/default/114512949731263635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilsinelabore.blogspot.com/2006/04/not-dat-bad-after-all.html' title='not dat bad after all.. (:'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796737587745731926</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-8440593.post-114482094988147559</id><published>2006-04-12T13:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T13:49:09.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I luv her so muchie.</title><content type='html'>have been meeting jan almost everyday since last friday. met jan for awhile during her break on sunday. had big fish with my family after dat. Food's not bad, desserts are great. but..e price sux. its rather ex..so i reckon i gotta stash some cash before gg there in order not to burn a hole in my wallet. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met jan on monday during my nite's off. i have come to realise dat both of us need each other alot alot. both physically and mentally. cant do a day w/o her. and its frustrating to note dat we cant have even hug each other properly in public. kinda weird. but we really wanted to hug each other so much..right darling?&lt;br /&gt;well, it juz goes to show dat no matter how much u dun care abt wad others think, u cant shut urself completely out de, and secondly, not very nice to be smooching and hugging ard in public as well, especially in e presence of kids. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jan came over yesterday. had gelare ! (: juz felt dat i had to make use of my chance to grab e tuesdday half price offer. such chances don come often. haha..&lt;br /&gt;sad to say, but i gotta lose weight. ippt's coming up again. and i haven trained at all. DIE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jan's coming over agn later, before gg fer dinner together. well, i hope e weekday meetings can kinda make up fer e lack of time spent togetehr this weekend. but oh wells, wkends are wkends, irreplaceable de. Oh wells, aprils gonna be gone real soon. juz hang on ya? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we have alot of happy times together, but lets both try harder to make this already wonderful relationship more wonderful okie? and lets have some HAPPIER times. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luv ya. :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440593-114482094988147559?l=nilsinelabore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilsinelabore.blogspot.com/feeds/114482094988147559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8440593&amp;postID=114482094988147559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440593/posts/default/114482094988147559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440593/posts/default/114482094988147559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilsinelabore.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-luv-her-so-muchie.html' title='I luv her so muchie.'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796737587745731926</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-8440593.post-114452099294995997</id><published>2006-04-09T02:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T02:29:53.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zoo...MOOO!! (:</title><content type='html'>sounds kiddish alrighty..but i went to e zoo today!! yippee!!! rather fun actually, despite e small petty arguments we had, i rather enjoyed myself. feels so much like a BOY again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i learnt pretty much actually, a rAther educational trip ba...think i learnt more this time rather den my laz pri skool trip. well, at least i understand wad i read now...as compared to pri 1...duh, of course...&lt;br /&gt;....LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tho i missed e sealion show which i kinda wanted to watch deep down and e tiger feeding time slot, i enjoyed myself anywayz. e company i had was enuff. so my darling princess, dun be upset okie? i won blame ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next time, its gonna be e NIGHT SAFARI!!!  (:&lt;br /&gt;tsk tsk...but i wun mind gg to e zoo agn...sometime later ba...haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had ice cream today!! slurps, actually i have been craving fer ice cream for quite some time le...LOL. MMmmmmss...yums. den went down to town for a short walk, which i kinda regretted. juz wished we had found some place to sit down and rest after a days walk ard e zoo.&lt;br /&gt;dumb..yep. i'm dumb...but she aint any smarter..cos she din realise dat we shud juz sit dwn too!! HAHAHA...ok dear, juz jokin...lax okie? muax. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had e budget meal at somerset. god knows how e hell bernice found e place. rather ulu pandan lor..given e fact dat its near town...lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;would have been home much earlier actually. but e reluctancy to leave each other juz made me wanna miss e last bus. how i wish i could juz marry jan and stay together lor. den can save me from e suffering of leaving each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JAN JAN JAN. I love u so much.&lt;br /&gt;dun doubt it. U R E ONE. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jan's workin tml. sian...sunday w/o her again. april sucks big time. i hate it. and god knows wad my duty forecast will be like in e near future. this is gonna be hard. i need her. I WANT U JAN!! (with and w/o 's' conotations) haha... yeps.&lt;br /&gt;hope i might make it fer her break tml. i so very much wanna see her. MISS HER SO MUCH. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time to sleep ba...nights ppl.&lt;br /&gt;lao po wan an. muax. :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440593-114452099294995997?l=nilsinelabore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilsinelabore.blogspot.com/feeds/114452099294995997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8440593&amp;postID=114452099294995997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440593/posts/default/114452099294995997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440593/posts/default/114452099294995997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilsinelabore.blogspot.com/2006/04/zoomooo.html' title='Zoo...MOOO!! (:'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796737587745731926</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-8440593.post-114443197222574738</id><published>2006-04-08T01:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T01:46:12.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>short week...but UNFAIR!!!</title><content type='html'>on unit off today, but booked out only this morning due to doing standby yesterday. and yeah, yest was engineers formation day. e rest who went to watch e parade went home at ard 10 in e morning. dat means they had approx 1 extra free day!!?? so this is wad i get after being on status duty for 5 consecutive days... this is juz so unfair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and by e way, if this means dat i can assume i wud be safe this weekend, u r WRONG! JT called me to ask me to go fer sweep this sunday. FUCK&gt;. so many other ppl and he insists dat i was e only one left. dat scheming fella, like i'll belief him. i was tricked once and i won allow another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, met jan on monday earlier in e week. was supposed to view a display at seletar camp. ran off halfway at around 1430 and went over to jan's house. wasn as bad as she made it out to be. i personally felt dat it was ok lor. (: skipped water parade dat day and maximised my time with her. after spending some time at her place, we went over to changi airport fer dinner. ate chicken rice at this food court. taste reasonably ok, although its a bit too salty..lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met jan and she came over to my place on wednesday. was antoher day dat i would be able to come back at 2359. so spent some time together before i booked in. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yeah..today. met jan after my stand down at tampines fer breakfast at Macs. not bad...been about 2 mths since i had macs fer breakfast lo... shoped fer some stuff to eat while we watch vcds later in e day before proceedin home. turned out dat something went wrong with my controller and i couldn switch e dual sound mode off. thus, we played on e PS2 fer awhile. was rather glad she wasn too bored about it. in fact , she enjoyed it. GOOD GOOD. (:&lt;br /&gt;spent awhile more at home before sending her home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tired...exhausted. need to sleep. haven had a proper sleep fer quite some time le. and i haven had e time and energy to write a proper entry fer quite some time le...cant take it anymore.. night ppl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meeting jan tml. we'r going to e ZOO ZOO ZOO. :D&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440593-114443197222574738?l=nilsinelabore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilsinelabore.blogspot.com/feeds/114443197222574738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8440593&amp;postID=114443197222574738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440593/posts/default/114443197222574738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440593/posts/default/114443197222574738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilsinelabore.blogspot.com/2006/04/short-weekbut-unfair.html' title='short week...but UNFAIR!!!'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796737587745731926</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-8440593.post-114391338458040038</id><published>2006-04-02T01:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T01:43:04.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>(:</title><content type='html'>My first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love ya lots dear. Because of you you and U!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MIss ya laaarh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nite nite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;off to join my dear dear in lalaland lo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;standby later, 6 hrs more to go. hope for no bomb calls.&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;army life....SUX.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440593-114391338458040038?l=nilsinelabore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilsinelabore.blogspot.com/feeds/114391338458040038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8440593&amp;postID=114391338458040038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440593/posts/default/114391338458040038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440593/posts/default/114391338458040038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilsinelabore.blogspot.com/2006/04/blog-post.html' title='(:'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796737587745731926</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-8440593.post-114382974337093380</id><published>2006-04-01T02:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T22:19:30.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hellish life in unit is beginning. i MISS HER.</title><content type='html'>life frm this month onwards is gonna be hell. u shud have seen my duty forecast fer april, its hell!! they are overworking us!! burning 3 wkends and a total of 14 duties in all. hell...PIONEERS are the LOWEST LIFEFORM IN 36 SCE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;made to do all e shit, does everything, and never apppreciated by others. so yeah, have burned 2 sundays in a row le. 3rd one coming up this sunday. come on.. DO I STILL HAVE A LIFE?? my life is beginning to be w/o sundays. damn. jan is e one dats keeping me gg, or i wud have gone berserk lo...LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, spent last sat in my house. jan came over in e morning and we stayed at home all e way till evening before she proceeded to church while i went to meet elias and esmond fer dinner. din really do much at home but hmmm... :) anyways, if i have neglected u in anyway, i apologise to u dear. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haven really seen jan e whole week till yest night. was on off today, therefore, went to meet jan at 10 fer supper. juz felt so nice to see her again. hugs , my darling PRINCESS! (:&lt;br /&gt;ate at chomp chomps, met a guy from my unit selling sugar cane juice.wad a small world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den today, woke up early in e morning to practice my golf. damn, it was fucked up. serious. need professional help. but luke is gone and i dun noe who's taking over his lessons. lol. yep, den went 3 cut hair. did something which i hv never done before. i made e hairdresser cut my hair REAL SHORT. and i mean short. this juz gives e commanders less reason to catch me for my hair lo!! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met jan at city hall, went to harvey norman suntec to get OUR phone. cost 80 bucks, but i suppose it look quite nice as compared others lo..! had dinner at ken rogers. hmmm..nice. so long never eat liao, feels nice to be eating dat again. den jan made me buy my long wanted zara shirt and she paid fer it. i personally feel dat its Very nicE to recieve such a gift from her but its a wee bit too ex i think. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;standby on sunday. 3rd sunday w/o jan. miss her so. ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440593-114382974337093380?l=nilsinelabore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilsinelabore.blogspot.com/feeds/114382974337093380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8440593&amp;postID=114382974337093380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440593/posts/default/114382974337093380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440593/posts/default/114382974337093380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilsinelabore.blogspot.com/2006/04/hellish-life-in-unit-is-beginning-i.html' title='hellish life in unit is beginning. i MISS HER.'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796737587745731926</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-8440593.post-114318335650565106</id><published>2006-03-24T14:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T14:55:56.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>disappointed...AGAIN.</title><content type='html'>shit... y? why does she always have to make me feel dis way. its really awful. and i dun like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah..i'm on half day off today. not much use tho, she's workin. alrighty, we still hav tml b4 i go standby for sunday. another weekend gone. fark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and back to e topic, she called me juz now and mentioned dat her work schedule fer next month is not very good. i fail to agree. i think its totally FUCKED UP. in short, she's not gonna be able to spend time with me at all for e whole month. except MAYBE e 2nd of april. dat is if i have no sweep on dat day. great, so there is a extremely HIGH possibility i won see her for one month right after tml. great. wad a job.&lt;br /&gt;so wad if she;s gonna earn much? money...fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and e fact dat i juz told her something two days ago, and she forgot all about it again. and yeah, she juz hung up in a hurry leaving me scratching my head wondering wad e fuck was going on. i really wanna believe u, but how do u expect me to do so?&lt;br /&gt;this is tough...very tough. i'm feeling miserable. dunno wad i shud do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay.. 1 janless month. is this still a relationship?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe yes, maybe no.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440593-114318335650565106?l=nilsinelabore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilsinelabore.blogspot.com/feeds/114318335650565106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8440593&amp;postID=114318335650565106' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440593/posts/default/114318335650565106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440593/posts/default/114318335650565106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilsinelabore.blogspot.com/2006/03/disappointedagain.html' title='disappointed...AGAIN.'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796737587745731926</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8440593.post-114311863765656912</id><published>2006-03-23T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T20:57:17.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i dunno...i'm so lost on this road of my life.</title><content type='html'>had a small argument, not really one but oh wells...yeah - again.i dunno y but such small unhappiness are occuring rather often between us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not sure... but i dunno. i always think its her fault but i always end up saying sorry and making myself e guilty party. after some thinkin, i always felt dat it MIGHT be my fault as well. i really dunno. this time round, i'm rather more disappointed den angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it really saddens me on e fact dat she doesn believe me. Sure...sometimes i do sweet talk, but my sweet talk arent based on nothin. i juz make e truth sound sweeter, dats all. and this time round, it has nothing to do with sweet talking anyway. i told her e truth she doesn believe me. FINE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and she lied to me, when she has promised me not to. it hurts me so to juz think of dat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thirdly, how much does wadever i tell her get into her head? i dunno if she is uninterested or wad dat she can forget ead i said to her within 24 hrs. and yeah..sometimes she juz block my words off such dat she won answer me at all. it pains me so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and she always juz admit dat its her fault whenever i am unhappy. w'o trying to explain or whatsoever. it juz makes mi think dat she cant be bothered.&lt;br /&gt;and 1 thing dat made me fly into rage this afternoon was she actually said she dunno wad to do and told me to do whatever i want. yeah - she cant be bothered - again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haven realli msged/ talked to her today. I MISS HER. but i really dunno wad to do. i really love her. to e extent dat yat hong could tell so juz by lookin at my face while we were talking abt her fer awhile during range yesterday. yes...its written all over my face. I LUV JAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really wanna believe dat she really loves me. but i'm lost and confused. i dunno wads e truth anymore. i dunno wad to believe and wad not to believe. tell me..somebody juz tell mi wad to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in an extremely bad mood today. kinda snapped at a few pple and was rude to a couple others in camp today. and things didn help when mum shouted at me in e car when she sent me to book my TP in e evening. juz makes me feel maybe im juz redundant in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ppl might be more better off w/o me. maybe jan would be a happier girl if she didn even know me in e first place. and might fare well in her A's.&lt;br /&gt;i dunno if i'm good enuff fer her, really dunno.&lt;br /&gt;or i might just n0t be e one for her.&lt;br /&gt;drats, i shouldn have appeared in her life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sad, disappointed , confused, annoyed...wad am i feeling? all of em. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUZ KILL ME.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440593-114311863765656912?l=nilsinelabore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilsinelabore.blogspot.com/feeds/114311863765656912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8440593&amp;postID=114311863765656912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440593/posts/default/114311863765656912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440593/posts/default/114311863765656912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilsinelabore.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-dunnoim-so-lost-on-this-road-of-my.html' title='i dunno...i&apos;m so lost on this road of my life.'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796737587745731926</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-8440593.post-114270179529788428</id><published>2006-03-19T00:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T01:09:55.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>all about love....</title><content type='html'>this is it. this is love, and i'm savouring every sec of it. i luv this life...so my dear, dun worry too much about my wallet. money is meant to be spent. den we'll think of ways to earn it back. (:&lt;br /&gt;we can always start budgeting de... ( i hope. :p )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yep..spent yest with jan. she din turn up fer work cos of her headache. oops, my fault for making her stay out so late on thurs night. yeah, so she called in and we chatted for hours on e phone almost immediately after i woke up, and e next thing i knew, i was out with her again. :D&lt;br /&gt;this is my life , and u make up for e majority of it. :D :) :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously need to find new things to do. couldn think of anything much to do, so we ended up in marina square watching Date Movie. to be frank, its a damn lame movie. but corny enuff to give u a good laugh. haha.&lt;br /&gt;procceded to max brenner's choc bar again and had crepes, pralines and of course, our hot chocs in hug mugs. this time round, i realised dat we were ordering alot compared to e other patrons and i think its already much less den our previous patronisation. oh gosh my dear, i think its time to keep track of our diet...and our weight. ;)&lt;br /&gt;din mange to catch e last bus, cabbed back - again. pouts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jan met me early this morning fer breakfast at killiney kopitiam. had her fav kaya toast and lontong and of course my 2 half boiled eggs. juz luv e kaya toast there. simply MMmmmms!!&lt;br /&gt;slurps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den came over to my house. set up e two coms and we mapled together. she's finally mapling again. i'm not sure about her. but i had fun, i mean, its fun to have someone mapling together with u at e same region. shaobao and co. are too good to party with me le.. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to watch disney on ice. it was fantastic. remembered e last time i watched something like this was disneyfest when i was in pri 6. 1998. 8 yrs ago. LOL. great to watch it again, i'm quite a disney fan if u dunt noe. lol. and to boot, i'm watching it with my precious darling. juz felt..... NICE!&lt;br /&gt;how i wish i can skate like em....hmphs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got a lil pissed when i wasn recieving enuff attention frm jan when she was rushing to church. i shouldn be but wells, my fault la. came home fer dinner before meeting jan again at bedok. yes, she came down to meet me. was a lil touched. shopped fer some groceries before sendin her home.&lt;br /&gt;bus driver was a lil eccentric. it was obvious his bus bell had a problem and yet, he stopped twice on e HIGHWAY and accused e commuters of playin with e bell. he even threatened to call e police. oh come on man, its more likely dat we'll call e cops first. lol.&lt;br /&gt;we need to complain. SBS 9027 T. 2300 hrs.&lt;br /&gt;U R DEAD uncle... lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tis grp of bikers stared at jan while i was walking her home. when i was with her. was a lil worried of wad wud happen if i wasn with her but i din really think much about it. when i sent her home and walked back to e bus stop, e bikers who passed us earlier were also there. and when they saw me, they actually circled back!! gosh, luckily i had my darling safely in e house le.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sian...security sweep tml. sunday - BURNT. fark..i wan my sunday with my baobei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LUV U DEAR. i'll miss ya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440593-114270179529788428?l=nilsinelabore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilsinelabore.blogspot.com/feeds/114270179529788428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8440593&amp;postID=114270179529788428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440593/posts/default/114270179529788428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440593/posts/default/114270179529788428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilsinelabore.blogspot.com/2006/03/all-about-love.html' title='all about love....'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796737587745731926</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-8440593.post-114253699510808889</id><published>2006-03-17T03:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T03:23:15.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SorrY deaR.</title><content type='html'>feel so bad about today. shouldn have said all dat to u at e esplanade. but it felt good to throw everything out to u rather den keeping mum about it. i really dun mean to get angry with u. guess i'm not good enuff of a boyfriend yet. but i'll try harder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feel quite glad dat u understand and dun blame me bout it, but i cant help feeling miserable about it. dui bu qi , SORRY darling. i'll continue to try being e best for u. and ur thoughtfulness is very much appreciated. Hugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywayz..no matter wad happens, u'll still be my one and only. my luv fer u won change. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on off tml, glad she's finishing work early tml. can meet her again! yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yawns...maple patch is taking so long to dl...sianzzZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess my dear dear is asleep le ba...time fer mi to tuck in tooOOOooo..........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440593-114253699510808889?l=nilsinelabore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilsinelabore.blogspot.com/feeds/114253699510808889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8440593&amp;postID=114253699510808889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440593/posts/default/114253699510808889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440593/posts/default/114253699510808889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilsinelabore.blogspot.com/2006/03/sorry-dear.html' title='SorrY deaR.'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796737587745731926</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-8440593.post-114217126574123348</id><published>2006-03-12T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T21:47:45.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Summary of dis wkend.</title><content type='html'>jan went over to OCC to look for me while i was doing some golf practice on friday. proceeded dwn to chong pang fer dinner/supper. had dis fried hokkien prawn noodle which was so popular almost everyone  was eating it. so jan and i shared a plate and we had bedok chwee kuays! hmmm..nt bad. seriously think i shd start to change my impression of chwee kuays frm now on. yeps...den proceeded home and failed to level up for maple. LoL....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met jan yest afternnoon in town.walked walked abit and managed to do some shopping with jan ( yes, again..haha ) before heading to cine for e movie , wolf creek. i tell ya, it was rather boring lor. too draggy, and e climax is like only worth 15 mins of e whole show. so to those who haven watched it yet... DON'T! :p&lt;br /&gt;ate kaya fondue and siew mai at this newly opened hawker place at esplanade. the kaya fondue was..Mmmm, great. wonder hw they came up with it...damn nice lor. e bread is so nice u can simply eat it alone!! yeps..watched abit of this performance by this mud band called tiramisu. despite them bein muds, i gotta admit, they were good. and provided good entertainment. haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;juz back frm meeting jan. happy happy happy. but i'm gonna miss her.&lt;br /&gt;sang at k box  - marina today. wasn in my best state to go sing today but i guess it was alright ba. i still totally enjoyed singing today. arhh..so shuang la. destressing!! haah. yep yep...den ate at this qi ji place. i tell ya..its totally,  BUDGET!! and e food is not bad too. yeps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jan accompanied me on my way haome juz now. i was rather touched. sweer lor.  yep..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no time le..bookin in soon. yawns...half sleep writing dis entry. cant stand it..i need to sleep. yawnss.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440593-114217126574123348?l=nilsinelabore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilsinelabore.blogspot.com/feeds/114217126574123348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8440593&amp;postID=114217126574123348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440593/posts/default/114217126574123348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440593/posts/default/114217126574123348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilsinelabore.blogspot.com/2006/03/summary-of-dis-wkend.html' title='Summary of dis wkend.'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796737587745731926</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-8440593.post-114179945538824636</id><published>2006-03-08T14:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T14:30:55.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ugh..y...ls pls pls pick up ur phone laarrrzzz... ):</title><content type='html'>was on exercise rapid storm last night. back only this morning. kinda funny lor...like things dat happen on tv actually happens in real life..but in e form of an exercise. too bad i wasn an EOD commander, or i was rather fortunate not to be a commander. i mean, e operation with e Special Ops force and police was cool. but i couldn help pitying e commanders with the pathetic look they had on their faces when they were done with it. and oh wells, bored mi juz tried to take a nap in e SUV, but my sleep was acoompanied by e dozens of mosquitoes ard e area with a constant buzzing in my ears as my lullaby. really wished jan could have stayed up to talk to me. but no, she has WORK today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got woken up by some goddamned uncle who wants to paint our bunk. i shouted and swore at him, which i din really mean to. but i guess he deserved it, given e fact dat he couldn ask mi politely and disrupting my peaceful slumber. called jan after dat...juz had e feeling she couldn wake up in time.&lt;br /&gt;i was right. she didn. talked to her fer awhile b4 she had to hang up. really din wanna let her..but i cant do dat...she has got.... WORK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;staff tan asked mi to go on half day off today. which i politely rejected at first. but persuasion frm e rest and a part of me juz made me agree in e end. i was half hoping to meet jan fer her break today. and dats one of e reasons i'm feeling so frustrated and sian diao now. she is UNCONTACTABLE!!! i muz have called her cell a dozen times and msged her once. but no reply. y cant she juz pick up e phone?  have she lost it or wad. argh...&lt;br /&gt;i have this bad feeling...this feeling dat i will be wasting my half day off today. cos i think i won be able to meet her le... i mean when is she gonna pick up her phgone? when she finish work? darn...and to boot, i dun even have much off to be used in e first place. i had 3. now 2 and a half days left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GREAT...farking hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and once again...all bcos of   &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WORK !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate this...i noe dat its near impossible fer her to spend so much time with me de, and work is juz gonna be part of her life at e moment. i cant be selfish.&lt;br /&gt;but i guess i juz feel neglected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean e fact dat we won even have much time together now le. given e fact dat i'm bookin in on sun night instead of mon mornings now. and she has church on sat evenings now. and i gotta serve dia damn country on my weekdays. and den still like dat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pick up ur phone girl. i'm going bonkers. ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440593-114179945538824636?l=nilsinelabore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilsinelabore.blogspot.com/feeds/114179945538824636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8440593&amp;postID=114179945538824636' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440593/posts/default/114179945538824636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440593/posts/default/114179945538824636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilsinelabore.blogspot.com/2006/03/ughyls-pls-pls-pick-up-ur-phone.html' title='ugh..y...ls pls pls pick up ur phone laarrrzzz... ):'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796737587745731926</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8440593.post-114156708850398356</id><published>2006-03-05T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T21:58:10.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay!! ugraded status lo... :D</title><content type='html'>staring at that thing on my right middle finger. cant help grinning to myself. hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;my heart is fluttering with joy.&lt;br /&gt;more den a boyfriend to her now...and she's more den a girlfriend to me as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(: (: (: (: (: (: (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met jan yest and went with her to e career fair. found a couple of options fer her. i mean yeah...she din do dat badly anyway wad. so relieved dat she's not gg overseas anymore. i muz have cried e most in years when we talked about it on e phone dat night. tears kept streaming down my cheeks. but yay! everything is solved now. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went dwn to town after dat... went to watch final destination 3 at lido. ermms...cool. rather gross but yeah...cool. dun call mi sick..but yeah..its my kind of movie. lol. haha. bought sausages , tori Q and stuff to eat in there. yums...e sausages were great..a lil obscene to eat tho.,.and e tori q was a mess...at least fer mi...ummsss... so ya... its up to u guys to try. haha.&lt;br /&gt;oh ya..did i mention dat e ice mocha at lido cine snacks counter tastes great?? rich in flavour. e tot of it juz makes me drool lor.. slurps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walked ard...yep. and went to pS where i got dat sweet lil thing on my finger now. hope she got hers on too. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup yep yar...back frm meeting her juz now. went to parkway fer some dian xin/ramen stuff to fill her hungry stomach. den walked to east coast park where she intro-ed mi to lotsa nice nice places to eat. sad right? i've been living here for years and i'm having someone frm jln kayu to orientate me on my area. hmm...sad case. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no time no time le....gotta book in le. shit. selarang camp life. missing seletar camp le. and missing her. haix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LUV U DEAR. wait fer mi. i'll be out in a week! :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440593-114156708850398356?l=nilsinelabore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilsinelabore.blogspot.com/feeds/114156708850398356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8440593&amp;postID=114156708850398356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440593/posts/default/114156708850398356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440593/posts/default/114156708850398356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilsinelabore.blogspot.com/2006/03/yay-ugraded-status-lo-d.html' title='Yay!! ugraded status lo... :D'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796737587745731926</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-8440593.post-114140832801023045</id><published>2006-03-04T01:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-04T01:59:20.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wtf....i hate this</title><content type='html'>i guess dats love...u juz gotta accept e flaws in e other person. but...even tho i have accepted them, understood her...i juz couldn help feeling angry lor. VERY angry to be precise. she juz made me wanna juz shout out : go to ur damn bed la!! ' and juz hang up on her lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean...its not like i wanna force her to talk to me or wad la. i had told her to go to slp lor...she insisted dat she wans to talk. fine...rushed thru my goddamn bath. and den ? -she wans to slp. -tho its not e 1st time dis is happening, i juz felt a rush of anger. goddammit!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry...but i really hate it when ppl dun respond to mi lor...juz cant stand it. its like i'm talking to a wall like dat lor. and yes, this is happening almost every night. to be precise, this is e 4th time this is happening in 5 days. too many times fer mi to talk. frankly speaking, i was already rather pissed yesterday. but i kept my cool and juz hung up. luckily she din notice it. but today, i cant control anymore. e man is angry. UGh!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean, there are many occasions i really needed to slp. especially this week. really busy since wed and bery bery tired these days. could fall asleep almost anywhere!! believe it or not, i fell aslp in my MOPP 4 suit and gas mask under e hot sun at 11 a.m yest!!! shows hw tired i am. but i held on...all becos she said she wants to talk to me.&lt;br /&gt;i rushed thru my bath today, again, all bcos she said she wans to talk. ( and mind u, i had alcohol juz now..)&lt;br /&gt;and wad happened? she fell aslp. fuck. i dunno...i juz feel lousy abt it.&lt;br /&gt;it juz makes me feel dat she aint putting enuff effort, unlike me. i know she doesn mean it this way, she juz cant take it. i mean, i cant expect everyone to be as tough as me rite? i dunno...haix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i juz dun like this. really. i rather we not talk. seriously. at most juz miss each other more lor. rather den always end up like this. its nt like once or twice. juz too often for me to take it. i cant really tolerate this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok....i'm so angry nw...dun even feel like meeting her tml le. afraid- afraid dat i'll blow up at her. super tired...din really wanna talk de, couldn bear to disappoint my darling ( which she did otherwise ). but now, i'm too angry to fall aslp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok...bout this wk, dressed up in mopp 4 under e sun fer hrs yest. felt like i could die. warrant chong was much better den wad others make him out to be. i certainly hope he's always like dat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yep..den did my SUV assessment today. passed w/o any trouble. haven lost any touch with e SUV yet, despite months of not touching it at all.&lt;br /&gt;although i feel dat staff tan din really like me, i felt dat he held me in regard in terms of my driving skills. dats y he's selecting me out of e 6 to start refamiliarisation training and assessment first. hope his impression of mi wud change, den easier to take off on May 2nd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unit cohesion day today, kinda ok. tot it wud suck. but chup sa kept getting food fer us. so e pissifying part abt too lil barbecue pits fer too many ppl din pose much trouble fer mi at all. yep..had a few cans of beer. SAF tiger...sucks. no effect de sia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really feel like drinking now. feel like grabbing beer frm my fridge to drink. at least lemme forget abt wad happened juz nw. den can slp le. but if i get drunk, i won wake up in time to meet her lor...haix. fuck la....fuck fuck fuck!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440593-114140832801023045?l=nilsinelabore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilsinelabore.blogspot.com/feeds/114140832801023045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8440593&amp;postID=114140832801023045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440593/posts/default/114140832801023045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440593/posts/default/114140832801023045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilsinelabore.blogspot.com/2006/03/wtfi-hate-this.html' title='wtf....i hate this'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796737587745731926</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-8440593.post-114121277209632594</id><published>2006-03-01T19:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T19:32:52.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RTU - return to unit lo!</title><content type='html'>back in 36 now. life is jz so different nw before i left. its busy bisy now rather den e slacky slacky life we used to have there. ppl are all driving driving driving. jun hao has become a confident driver le..not like wad he used to be...scared to drive. uncle chong has excelled in handling e IED bus le... many are better den me now. sianz....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but oh wells, great to noe i'm not forgotten yet. many still remember me. and by e looks of it, we are generally welcomed back. might b too early to say so but oh wells. i hope life will b much more better and interesting frm now on. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it kinda saddens me a lil by leaving seletar camp. i mean, it wasn dat bad..slackslack de.. but i cant stay there. i will grow fat and unhealthy. and e main reason is i will be far far away frm jan agn. ugh..cant meet her as easily as before le. and dat means less often!!! bleahx. nvm..i hope i'll work something out ba. lol.&lt;br /&gt;e life there juz feels like a nice short dream. and its over. ):   ( excluding e master ng part la...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jan got her results today. not as good as she expected. shant elaborate much. but i kinda blamed myself. did i play a part in causing dat to happen? did i enter her life at e wrong time? i dunno. she said dat its not my fault, she has tried her best. i believe her. but its kinda sad to say dat her mom doesn think dat way. ( frm wad i think la ) she actually told jan dat even if she has free time she wud be too busy part- tor- ing. ummm...i dunno. but i think things will be different when she start studying ma. i mean now she oso have nuthing to do wad, of course spend time with me rite? haix...guess her mom is juz too angry le ba...or rather disappointed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haix...one day nia...missing her le. and e worst part is i cant feel her anymore. she's so far away. sian.&lt;br /&gt;hw i wish i could lend her a shoulder today. but i guess e best i coould do tis afternoon was to lend her an ear instead. but i was sorry i couldn keep at it fer too long...gotta do my SUV fam training agn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it feels good to speed agn. wheeeee!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440593-114121277209632594?l=nilsinelabore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilsinelabore.blogspot.com/feeds/114121277209632594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8440593&amp;postID=114121277209632594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440593/posts/default/114121277209632594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440593/posts/default/114121277209632594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilsinelabore.blogspot.com/2006/03/rtu-return-to-unit-lo.html' title='RTU - return to unit lo!'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796737587745731926</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-8440593.post-114114878763344628</id><published>2006-03-01T01:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T01:46:27.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hmmm..okaay</title><content type='html'>tot of it while i was showering...at least something went right today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i resisted e temptation to ..... today! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay...discipline discipline. hmph&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440593-114114878763344628?l=nilsinelabore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilsinelabore.blogspot.com/feeds/114114878763344628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8440593&amp;postID=114114878763344628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440593/posts/default/114114878763344628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440593/posts/default/114114878763344628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilsinelabore.blogspot.com/2006/03/hmmmokaay.html' title='hmmm..okaay'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796737587745731926</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-8440593.post-114114586751838079</id><published>2006-03-01T00:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T00:57:47.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i juz S-U-C-K .</title><content type='html'>back frm meeting jan. feeling bad, sad , miserable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i juz hate myself. it has juz dawned on me dat i have already stopped making her smile. i dunno since when. but wad once were smiles and laughters before are now replaced with frowns and tears. i dunno y... i guess its juz my fault. i am becoming more and more wilful. less thoughtful. not sparing a tot fer others. SELFISH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;altho love is selfish, i have never considered e fact of hw much stress and misery i'm putting my dear princess through. i never intended to, and up till now, i dun want to. but i have done so. and i really wanna stab myself a hundred times to juz make myself feel better.  but will it help? my pain won make up fer e stress my darling is going thru.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunno y...really dunno. i din realli mean to be demanding. juz insecure i guess. alot i have to say. too difficult to put into words. i am becoming over-reliant on her daily msgs, phone calls and e swt whispers. too reliant such dat even one part of all these is missing a day, i wud feel utterly miserable, disappointed, lifeless, like utterly drained of energy. she has become more of a girlfriend. she is my LIFE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm beginning to hate myself. i really do. someone pls slap me. wake me up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440593-114114586751838079?l=nilsinelabore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilsinelabore.blogspot.com/feeds/114114586751838079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8440593&amp;postID=114114586751838079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440593/posts/default/114114586751838079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440593/posts/default/114114586751838079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilsinelabore.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-juz-s-u-c-k.html' title='i juz S-U-C-K .'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796737587745731926</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-8440593.post-114106255463453642</id><published>2006-02-28T01:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T01:52:15.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:) casanova....</title><content type='html'>on off today... woke up at 11 plus.. ate 2 slices of cake before proceeding online. finally got dwn to playing maple story agn!! realised hw long mi and bro haven been mapling le...gotta update frm .22 to .24 at one go...yep. and i'm 45 % to level 26 lo!! den can buy my double handed axe lo!! hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den proceeded to meet jan at bugis at ard 5..was slightly late...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh...i cant carry on anymore. feeling miserable right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways watched casanova. not a bad movie. interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant write in my state now..kinda saddened. bleahx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;............................................................speechless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;):  ):  ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aargh!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440593-114106255463453642?l=nilsinelabore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilsinelabore.blogspot.com/feeds/114106255463453642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8440593&amp;postID=114106255463453642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440593/posts/default/114106255463453642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440593/posts/default/114106255463453642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilsinelabore.blogspot.com/2006/02/casanova.html' title=':) casanova....'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796737587745731926</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-8440593.post-114095882578364864</id><published>2006-02-26T20:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T21:00:28.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>back frm confinement!! :D</title><content type='html'>i'm back!! ahaha..after spending my wkends in camp. feels kinda weird, time actually passed rather easily fer me...prob cos i slept almost e whole 2 days away, and due to jan accompanyin me on e phone and my nights out. but yawnzz, e more i sleep, e more tired i am. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met jan fer 3 of my nights out this week. glad i did...u noe y? i'm gg back to selarang camp lo!! funny, i actually dun really feel like gg back now, i dun wanna be far far away frm my princess. hmph.. :( but oh wells, we'll work out somrthing right? hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lemme see, spent wed at TM..ermms, had macs? oh yeah we did. rather full, jan finally satisfied her cravings fer mcnuggets lo!  ( i hope!) i juz luv mcnuggets...simply goodalicous! slurps. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday nights out...TM again?? lol...all bcos of e indecisive army, i failed to meet jan at bugis. farts. i so much wanted to meet her asap..but oh wells. had quite an interesting meal at e shilin taiwanese thingy. had mee sua...reminisence of e days in taiwan. haha. not bad...and i luv my oreo freeze. cool. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yesterday, jan cabbed dwn back to jln kayu so dat she could meet me earlier. i felt kinda touched and happy. it juz shows hw impt i am? lol...wadeva...but nevertheless, happy happy!! :D&lt;br /&gt;went to serangoon fer e 5 star hainanese chicken rice thingy. not bad...but i won forgive e damn waitress who forgot our lime juice. i felt so much like strangling her. jan and i were totally gg ugh...THIRSTY!! farks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and did i mention jan bot me e pastries frm beard papa/tio glutton when she met mi on fri? dats so sweet of her right&gt;? i was so happy, and so proud of e pastries. i was practically beaming with a smile when i went back dat night. and sorta couldn wait to shw it off to kenneth and all..but i kept quiet la..of course haha. but i juz made sure they saw it..and asked me abt it... hehe. i was so happy dat i practically wanted to lick e box clean and eat it as well. i'm sure e box wud have tasted gd as well...hmm...of course! cos its frm my darling ma...right?? haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm growing fat. so much snacks at home...and i'm munching dem before dinner, while having dinner and after dinner. FAT FAT FAT. oh wells, juz suffer in 36 lor. i'm sure i will be back in my old fit form soon after i go back. but..e prob is...IPPT is juz ard e corner. pouts. hecks la...LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meeting jan agn tml..yays!! haha. gotta go bath le...hmm...on off tml. gonna go bath lo. c ya peeps ard man..hahaha. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440593-114095882578364864?l=nilsinelabore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilsinelabore.blogspot.com/feeds/114095882578364864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8440593&amp;postID=114095882578364864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440593/posts/default/114095882578364864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440593/posts/default/114095882578364864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilsinelabore.blogspot.com/2006/02/back-frm-confinement-d.html' title='back frm confinement!! :D'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796737587745731926</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-8440593.post-114045568989338420</id><published>2006-02-21T00:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T01:14:51.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>glad... (:</title><content type='html'>gt shouted at by my mom e first thing in e morning...dat shrilling scream of hers, i really feel like stuffing my dirty socks into her mouth. my ear almost fell off my head!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yep...as usual, i turned a deaf ear and din really bothered abt her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life in camp was as usual, BORING. din do much today except shifting of 3 vehicles and getting rid of e water off e canopies of e trailers.&lt;br /&gt;all i looked forward was janyz janyz janyz. and my book out time which never seemed to come. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally got to book out. rushed of earlier den i was supposed to and met jan!! (:  went to northpt for e nice nice nasi briyani. but left for causeway point when we had nothing else to do at northpt. walked ard..( tho dat wasn e pt ) and enjoyed each others company. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;decided to go to e library but ended up just having a drink there before e library closed. and yes...time to head home. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really din wanna take e bus ride home. i hugged her quite tight..juz din wanna let her go home. i couldn bear to let her go. ugh.&lt;br /&gt;she din wanna leave me too...and its great to noe dat. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yep..reached her home ard 10. but e unwillingness to part made us find a park and sit down. to juz spend more time with each other.lol....but juz to be able to b with her is worth all my time. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yep...finally, 2 phone calls ( one frm her mummy and one frm mine) forced us to tear ourselves apart and head towards home. my mom was practically shouting at me over e phone! looks like she haven got over wad happened in e morning...lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well...whatever. i wun give a fark anyway. -pouts-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bookin in at 715 tml...SIAN!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh ya...altho its abit no link , but...&lt;br /&gt;BASTARD NG SUX&gt;!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440593-114045568989338420?l=nilsinelabore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilsinelabore.blogspot.com/feeds/114045568989338420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8440593&amp;postID=114045568989338420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440593/posts/default/114045568989338420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440593/posts/default/114045568989338420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilsinelabore.blogspot.com/2006/02/glad.html' title='glad... (:'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796737587745731926</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-8440593.post-114028557156329199</id><published>2006-02-19T00:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T01:59:31.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 mths...</title><content type='html'>18th. 2nd month into this. luving every second of it. but a lil stressed. :/&lt;br /&gt;haix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yep... jan couldn wake up this morning. just as i expected. lol...miss piggy. wanted to come to my house at 9. she arrived at 11. 2 hrs later den wad we planned. oh wells, gettin a lil used to this le la.. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, eating porridge was outta e question le lor...but she came anyways. spent another 2 hrs browsing thru her yrbooks and photos and mine as well. hehe...so pai sei lorx. and oh my gosh!! she looks damn different from her pri skool days. haha.. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ate lunch at e coffeeshop near my house. finally introduced jan to e Mercedes chicken rice and ah hocks char kway teow! was rather glad jan enjoyed it lor..was afraid she wudn like it. (: yep yep..and finally got e chance to take bus 14 to town lo! not a very long ride tho...guess i wud be taking 14 more often den train frm now on..lol.&lt;br /&gt;talked abt lotsa stuff. and i was quite glad i manged to bring e issue of religion and stuff up to her today. i think its better fer us to say such stuff nw den to regret later. especially fer us lor...i mean, we are getting so close lor. we might even have a future lor. so ya...better to say such stuff first. lol. seems quite ok to me...but i'm not sure if she agrees with my plans and all. but i guess wad i decided on was a win win situation..lol. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah..we finally got out tix fer e disney on ice thingy lo! met shaobao n JT while we were queueing up. den got to topshop @ orchard to buy e white bag jan wanted but it was outta stock. jan was rather disappointed. being her mario, i couldn help seeing my princess sad. so i accompanied her to topshop@ suntec to find and yeah, we found it! but turned out dat she's interested in getting e membership card..so we wasted quite a whole lot of time there pickin up stuff fer her so dat she could chalk up 150 bucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it wasn really a wasted trip la, i got a rather nice t shirt at topman fer 17 bucks only...not exactly fitting...but quite ok. so i juz bot it! :)  juz buy la...dun care lor...haha. buy first den say wad.. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had dinner at crystal jade after dat. e la mien was not bad..and damn filling lor. its juz noodles lor..and it kinda made me wanna puke.. bleahx. but e chicken soup was good. i kinda luved it. slurps. yep..was so full dat we almost couldn eat ben and jerry's as we planned earlier beforre le lor... but we did anywayz...i couldn help not eating lor... ice cream lei!!! but we shared. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jan had to go home early today. her mummy wants her to. so we headed home after dat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was a lil disappointed...ya. but i was real glad i saw her anyway. altho e short time spent made me feel like i haven seen her aat all but ya, i'm still happy, tho feeling a lil neglected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotta conc on talking to janyz le. feel like theres a lot of errors in this entry. dun care la...haiyo. at most come back to edit another day. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;duty tml...my sunday gone. i need jan. help me.....~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440593-114028557156329199?l=nilsinelabore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilsinelabore.blogspot.com/feeds/114028557156329199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8440593&amp;postID=114028557156329199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440593/posts/default/114028557156329199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440593/posts/default/114028557156329199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilsinelabore.blogspot.com/2006/02/2-mths.html' title='2 mths...'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796737587745731926</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-8440593.post-114028149426347495</id><published>2006-02-18T00:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T00:51:34.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i juz miss her so much... juz kill me. bleahx.</title><content type='html'>finally home..and finally met jan tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have been missing her to bits... almost went crazy...really. i dunno y, altho its juz been a few days. ugh...totally too deep into this. i'm obsessed.  addicted. whatever~. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had wanted to meet jan in e afternn, cos we were kinda expecting an early fall out at ard 2 fer our hard work of moving our whole bunk up frm e 3rd floor to e 4th floor. but...as expected, bastard ng foiled our plans.&lt;br /&gt;he is a true blue bastard, a fucker , a son of a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;he derives pleasure by sucking out e happiness frm others ---- in short , damn sadistic.&lt;br /&gt;somewad like dementors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, he din allow us to book out at 2 when 2 officers allowed us to do so. come on man, he's juz a damn master sergeant, and he's disobeying e orders of officers lor...wa lau eh, altho he's our direct superior, also cannot liddat de lor... to hell with him la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, yep..met jan after her work. after my short practice at OCC. yeah, still not bad. but i din realli like practicing in e strong headwind yesterday, bad fer my ego. lol.&lt;br /&gt;ya ya...back to meeting jan..met her with her fav pure choc. i got myself a caramel drink of some sorts. yep, and accompanied her home. good, at least i won have to worry abt her safety on her way home.&lt;br /&gt;i mean, i cant help worrying abt her ma, given e number of ppl staring at my pretty girlfriend including e 'ba chor mee drink uncle'. bloody chicopeh. i'll kick his balls man... ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and did i mention dat dad tried to put a curfew on me. i mean, he nv really cared before, and i hav always been like dat. so y is he so meddlesome now? haix..hecks...i won care abt him la... sharks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wells, meeting jan tml. c ya peeps. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440593-114028149426347495?l=nilsinelabore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilsinelabore.blogspot.com/feeds/114028149426347495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8440593&amp;postID=114028149426347495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440593/posts/default/114028149426347495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440593/posts/default/114028149426347495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilsinelabore.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-juz-miss-her-so-much-juz-kill-me.html' title='i juz miss her so much... juz kill me. bleahx.'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796737587745731926</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-8440593.post-113997505523245751</id><published>2006-02-15T11:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T11:44:15.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A memorable Valentine's Day.... :D</title><content type='html'>back at ard 5a.m this morning... stayed out much much longer den i expected to..but yup...it was worth every second of my time... spending time with her is just so wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;backtrack to before meeting her. left home a later den wad i planned cos i was too engrossed in talking to her on e phone and on msn. my life is just so full of her... haha. :P&lt;br /&gt;yep..rushed dwn to tampines mall fer my bouquet of 18 roses...and they friggin to mi to collect it at pasir ris instead..wah lau...i was rather pissed. but oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;cabbed dwn to fullerton frm white sands...quite a long ride..and some money..lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i was on my way there, jan called. my gosh..she reached le...and i was gonna be damn late... but anyways, i left my flowers w e ppl at fullerton and walked to esplanade. customised a bear w/o naming it and all. by then, i knew i couldn keep jan waiting le, so i called her to walk to esplanade to meet mi while i did e bear. -anxious anxious -&lt;br /&gt;it didn strike mi dat she might feel a lil lonely walking alone to meet mi till she told mi after dat. hereby, i apologise darling. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yep...managed to surprise her a lil with e bear. we made e birth certificate of e bear and all together. Mario..yupz...dats e name of our child. now...she can hug and hear my voice everyday lo..hahaha. no la..i din really have dat in mind when i decided to give her dat bear. juz tot it wud be nice. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm nt sure, but i tot i wud like to really disappoin her by turning up w/o flowers. not sure if i did. but i guess more or less she would feel dat she lacked somethin on our way to fullerton. almost evrygirl, with or w/o a guy had at least a rose in their hand. when we reached there, i guess she wud most likely think game over le..def no flowers lo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i couldn help grinning to myself at wad i wud have in store fer her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i conjured up a small lie to make her sit on one of e chairs to wait fer mi while i checked out my reservation. i returned with e bouquet of flowers and i muz say...i surprised her. YAY! haha... yep.. -grins-&lt;br /&gt;i was so happy dat i made her smile. her smile makes my day. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;choc buffet wasn a bad idea. quite nice actually. but i think it was a lil too much ba... din really take long fer both of us to get real sick of chocs..altho we r both ultra choc lovers. but well,  its really too much dat my throat hurts after all e sweet delicacies. luckily, they had coffee, sorta made u feel much better after all e sweet stuff ( dat is if u dun add sugar la.. ) . e sparkling wine they offered kinda sucked. it tastes like beer. carlsberg to b precise.. not dat i dun like beer.. but having wine dat tastes like beer kinda puts me off.  -bleahs-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walked a lil before taking a seat right before e s'pore river. kinda nice actually..nice environment and all... and it wasn too warm after taking a seat. yep. -winks-  ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's e first girlfriend to spend valentine's Day with me. rachel din laz thru V day. but i doubt even if we did, its gonna be nowhere near this one. guess its because i really love janyz. alot alot alot. too much dat i'm beginning to feel afraid.&lt;br /&gt;but oh wells...heck le la. i really dun wanna miss out on e good times i can spend with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this V day din really go according to wad i really had in mind. i have a whole load of ideas which i haven used. but due to restrictions like availability , time , money and all.. i guess this is e best i can do with wad i have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reaally look forward to spending this day with her next yr, next next yr, next next next year... in fact every year la...haha. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yar.. did i mention she made chocs fer mi? sweet right? haha...of course la..janyz is e best to mi. (: luv her lots...muax.&lt;br /&gt;yet to try it yet...gonna go try now.&lt;br /&gt;wait fer my review on it on my nxt entry!! prob this friday ba..haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyways, wadever she give mi, i would like it. and i'm sure it wud taste very very good. to me, at least. :D&lt;br /&gt;luv ya lots... hugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;i'll give u everything i have juz to make u smile. &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/8440593-113997505523245751?l=nilsinelabore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilsinelabore.blogspot.com/feeds/113997505523245751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8440593&amp;postID=113997505523245751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440593/posts/default/113997505523245751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440593/posts/default/113997505523245751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilsinelabore.blogspot.com/2006/02/memorable-valentines-day-d.html' title='A memorable Valentine&apos;s Day.... :D'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796737587745731926</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-8440593.post-113988955518849500</id><published>2006-02-14T02:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T11:59:15.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Not StupiD!!</title><content type='html'>booked in today..and i'm out now. in preparation fer tml.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;excited excited. -grins-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yar, jan passed her final theory test lo! i knew she wud be able to do it !! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met jan after i book out. kinda felt bad actually...i scared her mummy angry la...as in she's always out with me lor.. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmm..ya..watched i not stupid 2 at tampines. was a good movie, and fancy it coming frm a singaporean. i give it 2 thumbs up!&lt;br /&gt;and i feel dat my parents shud really go watch it. kinda sad actually...i feel so much like e role shawn lee plays lor. my parents seldom praise me. in fact, my dad puts me dwn instead. wadever i achieve, its always not good enuff.&lt;br /&gt;its like as tho my sis is all they care for. wadever she does , its RIGHT. its GOOD.&lt;br /&gt;fer me...everything juz SUCKS.&lt;br /&gt;neglected neglected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met her cousins when we were abt to go home. lol. they sorta said somthing like 'orh, ur bf ah? get caught lo! ' lol. den when she was talking to them, they sort of all turned their heads over their shoulders to look at me. defeats my purpose of hiding behind them. lol. &gt;,&lt; shy shy. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tml tml...16 hrs plus plus in fact. 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(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i luv her. hugs. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440593-113988666781319193?l=nilsinelabore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilsinelabore.blogspot.com/feeds/113988666781319193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8440593&amp;postID=113988666781319193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440593/posts/default/113988666781319193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440593/posts/default/113988666781319193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilsinelabore.blogspot.com/2006/02/hmmm.html' title='hmmm... :)'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796737587745731926</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-8440593.post-113968082717486341</id><published>2006-02-12T00:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T02:06:41.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>here goes my saturday...</title><content type='html'>its quite surprising how time passes by...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh ya.. did i mention dat e mighty one juz passed his final theory test this morning? frankly speaking , i found it quite no kick. rather easy in fact. haha...not boasting la..but its more of common sense. especially when u have driven a vehicle before.&lt;br /&gt;yay..gonna call up e private instructor soon. den get my license, and hopefully, my Mitsubishi Evoution Generation 9. in short, evo 9. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yep..she met me at ssdc this morning , i was kinda guilty...she needs slp..and yet i got her to meet me before my test rather den juz fer lunch. felt rather bad..considering e fact dat she needs more sleep. haix..but ya..i still sorta hinted to her dat i want her to meet me before my test. and so yep..she did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she has been tellin me dat she misses me and all. not dat i dun believe her. but i cant feel it. juz felt like she's ST-ing lor. wadever. maybe i'm wrong...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den went to bugis fer lunch. nothing spectecular.. juz fast food. yeah..but one of my better choice fast foods..MOS burger. yep..finally tried e scallop organic burger. hmm..yums..not bad. slurps :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met elias at city hall ard 2. he sorta went ard with me to look fer a decent place to dine with my beloved this coming tuesday. yep..after much effort and sweat..and a small break at LonG John Silvers, we continued to search in vain. but but but..our hard work paid off in e end. found a nice nice place to eat. ;)&lt;br /&gt;yay! plans fer next tuesday almost done le. juz hope everything proceeds smoothly..and i will be able to do wad i intend to do. ;)&lt;br /&gt;winks..grins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to jurong to meet ma family fer dinner. den did some last minute visiting fer chi new yr. went to 3 pple's house. and collected 3 ang baos today. e last few ang baos i wld be able to collect this year i guess. after all, tml is e 15th day of e lunar new yr le..last day!! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;golfing tml...w/o james. seems dat he dropped out of e medal at e club today. cos he felt dat he wasn playing well...i mean,,his 'playing not well' might be 'playing well' to others lor. he juz set too high standards fer himself lor...haix. james o james...lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was talking t her juz now. damn..i dunno y..but she got us into dat topic agn. took mi some time to get over it le. and now she's back at it... made me feel a lil...i dunno hw to explain. juz felt a lil upset abt it agn. like i said, i wud mind..but not so after looking at e big picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes..she dozed off while talking to me. now i noe how she feels when i do e same thing while talking to her...and fancy mi doing it so many times before. ya..e feeling sucks. i'm like talking to her. and she still wants me to continue.i must say i repeated my last paragraph 5 times with no reply. was a lil pissed. wanted to juz hang up. but yeah..how could i?&lt;br /&gt;and after all, i am guilty of wad she is doing also..yep. so yar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunno...she kinda bothered mi once agn by bringing up e topic. i guess dats y i got a lil pissed. i got stuff to say..she wants me to speak up..but she's not listening. i need to vent these things out somewhere. but i got no one to turn to. damn. this chance at e topic is missed..i guess i won be be able to say wad i want to agn. cos i certainly dun think we'll arrive at this topic agn. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 months into this. i'm so frustrated. :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 a.m lo...yawnZ. :0&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440593-113968082717486341?l=nilsinelabore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilsinelabore.blogspot.com/feeds/113968082717486341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8440593&amp;postID=113968082717486341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440593/posts/default/113968082717486341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440593/posts/default/113968082717486341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilsinelabore.blogspot.com/2006/02/here-goes-my-saturday.html' title='here goes my saturday...'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796737587745731926</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-8440593.post-113958912386363312</id><published>2006-02-10T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T00:32:03.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yay! wkenDs !!</title><content type='html'>back frm OCC. booked out at 2 today. early fall out... :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met jan and proceeded to OCC to leave my stuff before proceeding to west mall to walk walk. spent some quality time at e library there. read about dogs and... cats..err...ugh... haha..but nevertheless..learnt some stuff abt dogs. for example, why male dogs grind humans when they are excited. errmm..lol. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den proceeded back to OCC fer dinner. brought her to vanda terrace for e OCC's famous curry chicken! slurps..haven been eating it fer quite some time lo. was quite relieved dat she liked it. i mean, she's also a lover of curry...din wanna disappoint her. LoL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den went to practice my golf. was ok..tho not as good as last week. but well, still ok lar. acceptable. but was a lil frustrated la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yep..oh i forgot to mention wad i did with jan on tuesday's nite's out. we actually went to a playgrond to play on e swings. kinda fun...like back to my childhood liddat. in fact, i din play much on swings when i was young, got no swings ard my area ma...lol. yep..but e swings are too short la...for kids de. so ya..couldn hang ard e swings fer long. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;doing my final theory test tml. hope everything goes on fine. pass my final theory, and get my pdl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talking to her on e phone now. niteZ ppl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440593-113958912386363312?l=nilsinelabore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilsinelabore.blogspot.com/feeds/113958912386363312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8440593&amp;postID=113958912386363312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440593/posts/default/113958912386363312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440593/posts/default/113958912386363312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilsinelabore.blogspot.com/2006/02/yay-wkends.html' title='yay! wkenDs !!'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796737587745731926</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-8440593.post-113940495928550483</id><published>2006-02-08T21:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T21:22:39.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KinG oF iDeaS</title><content type='html'>hmm..many ideas flowing into my mind. too many...i dunno wad to decide on. many factors to consider... place, accessibility , ambience and all...and most imptly, affordibility. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a damn nice place in mind.. its definitely gonna be a hit..and a damn great surprise. but... i suspect its gonna make my wallet bleed badly. been there w dad once. gosh...i gonna double check. hope i can make it possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another idea is forming up in my mind even now... so many...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but...how many of em can i really make it possible? i dunno. haix.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440593-113940495928550483?l=nilsinelabore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilsinelabore.blogspot.com/feeds/113940495928550483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8440593&amp;postID=113940495928550483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440593/posts/default/113940495928550483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440593/posts/default/113940495928550483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilsinelabore.blogspot.com/2006/02/king-of-ideas.html' title='KinG oF iDeaS'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796737587745731926</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-8440593.post-113939502850323090</id><published>2006-02-08T18:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T18:37:08.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hmph.... ):</title><content type='html'>Standby force one this week. force com..sgt ren jie agn. Mr Civivs n Moral ed.  he's a great guy..but as i mentioned..too much og gg by e book. so i troubled him w my nites off to meet jan yest and my day off on v day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;activation at 5 a.m dis morning, shucks. couldn slp after dat. dammit. but its rather scary lor..i mean, this wk, on monday only, there was another mode of activation. and today agn...god knows wad those pple up there are thinking..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looks like jan's having some trouble getting up fer her morning shift. had to call her twice yest before she could wake up. and had to allow her 30 mins to laze in bed b4 waking up on monday.&lt;br /&gt;and today..haix.&lt;br /&gt;i called her at 715. she wanted to slp somemore. so i said i would call her at 8.&lt;br /&gt;when it was 8, i was at e log office. couldn make e phone call. and since my watch was slightly ahead, i decided dat it was ok to call her right after i reported to log office. when i was in e holding area first. got a lil engrossed in my conversation w wj dey all on e way up to e holding area dat i 4got to call my dear girl. n when i realised dat, it was 0815.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh..i din really mean to call late de.. ):  but..haix. i really couldn call at 8 mah... i mean, after all i'm stll in camp, cant make phone calls anytime i want to ma...yup. but its still my fault la... i mean..hw could i forget man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it seems dat she's gettin a lil reliant or smth.. guess she didn set her alarm clock or smth. i think i gotta make her set her alarm clock or wad lor...i mean like wad if during dat time i was on activation... doing operation halfway, hw to call her in my gas mask?? after all, wad i initially meant was to wake her up if she couldn. dat is if i dun recieve her msg.&lt;br /&gt;BUT but but...this doesn mean dat i find it a hassle or wad to wake her up. in fact..i feel happy or u could say blessed to do dat. hearing her voice early in e morning, juz kinda makes my hopelessly boring day seem brighter. i wud gladly do it everyday if she wans me to. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but...i really hope she won blame me lor..after all, i dun believe she din blame me a wee bit at all lor..she muz have gone like shit..its 815!! and wondering y i din call her on time. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunno..lol. haix..sgt ren jie wants us to move e tonners outside bravo coy. i really hope we won have to follow dem to range the nxt 3 days lor. damn..if not, not only will my fri evening be gone , even my sat advance theory will be gone. and needless to say , diminish all hopes of meeting her dat day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still gotta book in tonite. sianz.. 48 more hrs to my weekend... endure man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440593-113939502850323090?l=nilsinelabore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilsinelabore.blogspot.com/feeds/113939502850323090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8440593&amp;postID=113939502850323090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440593/posts/default/113939502850323090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440593/posts/default/113939502850323090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilsinelabore.blogspot.com/2006/02/hmph.html' title='hmph.... ):'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796737587745731926</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-8440593.post-113916073900419459</id><published>2006-02-06T01:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T01:38:30.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nice sunday spent.</title><content type='html'>din go to occ to play golf today. bleahx..altho i really hoped and wished to have had a go on e golf course. see how much my touch and feel for e game have gone down e drain. but well... had to go to erics house. he made it sound like i have to go lor..or i'll be letting everyone dwn liddat. yeah right. haha. but anyways, earned 2 hongbaos. so i didn go in vain. hehehe. quite paisei actually, cos i juz went to ah guan's house to wait fer time to pass..den get hongbao...feeling guilty la..haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dinner laz nite was ok..better den i expected. had a nice chat with my cousin. yep..and gosh.!she can really drink!! drank almost all e red wine we opened up. my dad was like huh? where's my wine?? LOL. den mom's side came over. e house was sorta damn crowded. din really bothered with dem. juz smiled and said hi to all. and said happy new yr when dey gave me ang baos. felt kinda bad actually, but wad more can i say? i'm not dat close to dem after all. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kk..back to today. left halfway thru WET DREAMS 2 @ eric's house to meet jan at serangoon mrt. due to some inaccurate info ( hehe...) i got off at e wrong bus stop. had to walk quite a dist. but oh wells, dun feel bad...cos its good exercise! :D yep...wet dreams 2 is a damn crappy movie..but damn funny , especially when a grp of guys watch it together. laugh until almost peng ah. gotta borrow frm eric to finish watching it lor..haha. but i dunno hw i'm gonna watch it lor..not very nice to watch w family de...LoL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yep..went to town with jan. did abit of shoppin. jan saw dis nice mango handbag ( which i tot was nice too. ) which she wanted. but she din. haix..too bad i'm on budget now...or i'll juz buy it for her la... :( den deposited her cash before accompanyin me to punch more holes in my belt. at least my belt fits mi much better now!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had dis urge to watch movie today, altho now dun have le. glad we din. cos we went to eat at seoul garden. thurs, sat and today, altho dis is almost e 3rd straight steamboat i'm having, it holds a whole new feeling. having it with jan juz feels different. so pai sei.. i couldn even do e teppanyaki part properly..jan had to do most of it fer mi. and ya..i couldn crack my eggs properly too. useless me. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;not sure bout jan. but i really enjoyed my dinner. hope she did too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;raining donkeys and monkeys when i'm gg home. had to cab back. den realised dat dad and mom praying tonight. some yearly thingy. and they were waiting fer me to offer joss sticks. oh wells, dad was quite pissed and sorta told mi might as well not come back. but mom was ok. after all, they din tell mi i had to come back early ma. if they did, den better still, can get jan home early as well. l0l.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna miss her like crazy. i dunno hw i'm gonna survive this week. but i will. ~I WILL SURVIVE!!! hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looks like jan is pretty tired today.. all my fault. for making her wake up early on fri and sat. and all e late night chats we had.&lt;br /&gt;yawnzZZ..pretty tired too. time to turn in lo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.5 hrs to wakey wakey.&lt;br /&gt;6 hrs to book in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this sucks. or shud i say..this is gonna suck. had sucked , sux , WILL SUCK. lol....&lt;br /&gt;really hope e new yr mood is lingering ard in camp. den can slack. hehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440593-113916073900419459?l=nilsinelabore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilsinelabore.blogspot.com/feeds/113916073900419459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8440593&amp;postID=113916073900419459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440593/posts/default/113916073900419459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440593/posts/default/113916073900419459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilsinelabore.blogspot.com/2006/02/nice-sunday-spent.html' title='nice sunday spent.'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796737587745731926</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-8440593.post-113903691654086410</id><published>2006-02-04T14:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-04T22:14:40.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>back...</title><content type='html'>back from meeting jan. din meet as long as we planned to.&lt;br /&gt;wanted to meet at 11 in e first place. but decided on 1130 last night so dat she could get more sleep. but even den she couldn make it..cos her dad bot fd..yeah...she had to stay at home to eat.&lt;br /&gt;she called me at 1054 dis morning, told mi she had to eat cos her dad was buying food.&lt;br /&gt;GREAT.&lt;br /&gt;i was juz on e verge of leaving home le..luckily i din. and she said maybe we shud meet at 12 instead. frankly speaking..i was so sian diao. i didn feel like gg out anymore. i mean, y couldn she call mi earlier...like e moment she knew she had to eat at home first and couldn make it in time?? wad if i already stepped out? ugh..i juz know dat i was rather pissed. i din even read her msg after dat...&lt;br /&gt;i was angry..lol. i dunno fer wad...seems quite a small matter to be angry over for. maybe i'm juz temperamental..juz like wad she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i guess its bcos i was so prepared to NOT b late today. i showered , shitted , did my hair , changed all so early in advance. and i was like waiting fer e time to leave home nia. and den wad..she's gonna be so late. and den i knew dat she won b making it punctually at 12...bound to be late de... den its like an hr plus spent with her only.&lt;br /&gt;really very sian diaoZ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thinkin rationally, it is really not worth it to go all e way dwn dere juz to meet her fer awhile. but on e other hand, i juz couldn help it. no matter hwi felt, i juz felt my legs carryin me to e mrt station. my mind doesn wanna go...my heart do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was raining, i missed e bus. i freakin ran in e rain all e way to bedok. juz to see her asap. knowing myself..i won do dat normally.i feel quite dumb doing dat. but oh wells....i did it. bleahx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i saw her face, i couldn get angry anymore. i dunno y. juz couldn get angry with her. i cant bring myself to be unhappy with her or wad la. i juz kept quiet. her smile juz melts my heart. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yeah..juz spent our time in coffee bean talking and drinkin only. din do much. ):&lt;br /&gt;but who cares...every sec with her is quality time spent. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;running into a deficit le...have Xceeded my budget by alot..and i really mean ALOT over 2 months. i really dun dare to draw money le. and i have resorted to taking money outta my drawer to spend le..altho i dun really intend to. so yeah...i have only 30 bucks in my wallet to spend with one wk to go. i dunno how sia. &lt;strong&gt;I NEED MONEY&lt;/strong&gt;!!! how to go out la....argh...&lt;br /&gt;and to make things worse...v day is round e corner. GREAT. ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunno, i feel dat it might be wrong to say dis..but, sometimes i dunno if wadever i'm doing for her is worth it not. i dun wanna do too much. afraid dat she might take me for granted. i dunno...haix. i mean, sometimes i feel dat she's gg out/meeting me only becos i want to..and so as to not make me unhappy.and not bcos she feels like it .i dunno...kinda unfair to say dis...maybe its juz becos she doesn show it. i dunno. me and my insecurities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i noe la..she wans to meet me de. i can feel it when i see her. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kinda regret gg out today. shud hve played golf today. farts.&lt;br /&gt;hands itchy. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe its juz me...i'm a lousy boyfriend. i have been trying my best..but ya...i'm still a lousy boyfriend. how much can i expect frm her when&lt;strong&gt; i'm not even good enuff?&lt;/strong&gt; ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seeing her fer a short time only these 3 days kinda made me miss her even more la...like haven seen her enuff lor..leaving me more...i dunno la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyways, still glad dat i met her today. if not miserable. :x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440593-113903691654086410?l=nilsinelabore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilsinelabore.blogspot.com/feeds/113903691654086410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8440593&amp;postID=113903691654086410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440593/posts/default/113903691654086410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440593/posts/default/113903691654086410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilsinelabore.blogspot.com/2006/02/back_04.html' title='back...'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796737587745731926</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-8440593.post-113898376713017634</id><published>2006-02-03T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-04T00:26:10.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>can my sIs juz go to hell...</title><content type='html'>was kinda happy..den fuckin sis spoiled my mood. she promised e com in 15 mins. and she took a darn 1 n a half hr. i'm not gonna give her e com agn. never. and she fuckin threw e bluetooth cable at me. can she juz go and die..i won shed a tear for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wells, dinner at marina was kinda borinG..was supposed to play pool with ah guan dey all after dinner. but i couldn stand waiting for e whole darn dinner to end, so i left halfway with wen jing dey all. and since ah guan dey all couldn leave yet, i pang sehed dem. went home and met jan fer her dinner at bedok after dat. would have loved to meet her at bugis. but i misunderstood dat she wasn enthusiastic abt meeting me...so i din. lol. sorry dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met jan at bugis fer lunch today. i juz knew it..pastamania is gonna suck. i juz hate it...and it disappointed mi once again. haix...oh wells, maybe e prob lies with me..i dunno..haha.&lt;br /&gt;den when jan went for work, met esmond fer pool at parkway. damn shiok. 12 games in a row. was thrashing him at first. decided to be a lil nice and slacken abit fer him. got a lil careless in e end. do 6-6. draw. (:&lt;br /&gt;glad to know dat i aint dat bad after not playing pool fer so lonG. tho not very good still..but i enjoyed. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den went practicinG my golF at oCC. not bad too. considering a 3 week lay off. striking e ball ok. hitting fairly straight. however, was hitting shorter. but i chose to believe dat its all due to e strong headwind. lol.&lt;br /&gt;it was also nice to note dat im still rather well knwn ard e club ( or rather notorious..haha ) .&lt;br /&gt;people were greeting me and it juz felt so nice. OCC is still my 2nd home..haha. it juz felt like i belonged there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meeting jan fer breakfast tml. waiting to tok to her on e phone later. chowz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really feel like playing golf tml sia. lol, but oh wells...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440593-113898376713017634?l=nilsinelabore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilsinelabore.blogspot.com/feeds/113898376713017634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8440593&amp;postID=113898376713017634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440593/posts/default/113898376713017634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440593/posts/default/113898376713017634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilsinelabore.blogspot.com/2006/02/can-my-sis-juz-go-to-hell.html' title='can my sIs juz go to hell...'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796737587745731926</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-8440593.post-113880950078082502</id><published>2006-02-01T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T00:01:05.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grrrr.....</title><content type='html'>great. was supposed to book out at 4 today. but couldn leave before i sign e goddamn nominal roles to verify and declare dat my information is correct.&lt;br /&gt;and guess where dat damn nominal role is? they haven even prepared it? and guess wad time it was done? 1945. farts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got mom to pick mi up from occ. den went to occ to wait fer sis to finish up her lesson with chris. i gotta admit my sis is kinda cool. private coaching, national team coaching and school team coaching. golf golf and GOLF. like some professional liddat. but but BUT, dat din stop mi frm feeling a lil sian diao dat she ended late. cos dat means i won be able to reach home in time to get jan some food.&lt;br /&gt;but oh wells, things turned out fine anyways, cos her parents were there fer her. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;juz woke up frm a slp while watchin tv. and as usual, was in an irritable mood. and guess wad was e first thing dat happened when i came online? jerry msged me, and demanded y i put JEST sux. of course, i snapped at him when he din wanna believe my explanation dat its supposed to be JUST. oh wells, who cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, i juz feel so arrogant. i realli din mean to be so ermms, xia lan. but whenever i think of e grp of dem laughin behind mi, i juz cant stand it. but i guess really, he just hit on me at e wrong time.&lt;br /&gt;i juz told him to get off my back cos i have something else to do. and -ta da- he went offline. guess he juz blocked me off or smth. when i'm supposed to do it first! FFF......ish. i promised jan to cut dwn on vulgar language. lol.&lt;br /&gt;wadeva..guess we ought ta have tea or something together sometime. or everything will juz be over. yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waiting waiting...hehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440593-113880950078082502?l=nilsinelabore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilsinelabore.blogspot.com/feeds/113880950078082502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8440593&amp;postID=113880950078082502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440593/posts/default/113880950078082502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440593/posts/default/113880950078082502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilsinelabore.blogspot.com/2006/02/grrrr.html' title='Grrrr.....'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796737587745731926</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-8440593.post-113873094923811222</id><published>2006-02-01T01:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T02:09:09.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>smiles.</title><content type='html'>dads bro came over dis morninG, den had to make us bring him to HIS sons house. cos his son lives ard our area. and he's not familiar with e area. yep. so we went to my cousins house to bai nian. yep, and got hongbaos..yippeee!! this is an extra bonus, cos i never ever went to his house before!! so its ya.. happy!! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den went on to fourth uncles house. his dog is so cute!! :p so nice fur lor.. like carpet lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;proceeded to meet jan @ amk frm uncle's house. went to shop fer her stuff. she got her stockings and shoe. finally. haha. was a lil apprehensive at first. but realised dat i din really mind..prob bcos its for jan. so yeah, i ventured into e department with her. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had her dinner at projectshop. i personally think e mint tea isn my cup of tea. kinda makes me wanna puke. yep..so i ordered my ice mocha. and i watched jan savour her laksa pesto. it kinda whipped up my appetite slightly. but no...i still couldn eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bot famous amos cookies. had been wanting to eat em..but i think i wasn exactly in e right mood to have em today. feeling kinda sick today. :s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to esplanade to watch fireworks. had e cookies while waitin fer it to start. and suddenly e sky juz went boom boom boom!! it was so B-E-A-U-T-I-F-U-L!!! kinda cool. haven watched fireworks for quite some time lo. so u can say i was kinda fascinated. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walked ard abit more after e display. there was this carnival gg on..kinda funny. everyone was staring at e giant statue of e god of wealth like its shooting laser or wad. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sent jan home after dat. wasn feeling very well. but i juz couldn let my darling go home alone. no way. and as expected, slept my way home on 168.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;realised i din bring my keys, so had to ring sis to go dwn and open e gate for me. lol..lucky, if she's asleep, i wud have to wake dad or mom up le..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talkin to jan on e phone nw. smiling. -winks-  ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440593-113873094923811222?l=nilsinelabore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilsinelabore.blogspot.com/feeds/113873094923811222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8440593&amp;postID=113873094923811222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440593/posts/default/113873094923811222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440593/posts/default/113873094923811222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilsinelabore.blogspot.com/2006/02/smiles.html' title='smiles.'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796737587745731926</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-8440593.post-113863670054224802</id><published>2006-01-30T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T23:58:20.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>feeling better...and great profits!! =D</title><content type='html'>laxative effect not as stronG as yest. feeling much better. altho not very well..but at least theres improvement. and dats already something worth celebrating for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up at ard 10. den proceeded on to another hectic day. proceeded to dads oldest bro place. den on to mums bro place. stayed fer quite some time. and had lunch there. din have much appetite. didn wanna eat. but couldn help eating e curry...which eventually caused me to regret in e end. cos i aggravated my stomache condition. but earned alot of hongbaos there. cos there were so many ppl ard fer lunch. and so yeah... = more hongbaos!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;den went to moms 5th bro place. saw a rather not so familiar man..den realised dat i forgot dat my cousin was married le...and so..hongbaos again. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den proceeded to dad's second sis house. rather crowded. means HONGBAOs. woohoo!!! i was quite impressed by my cousin's sons. so handsome la..they are gonna be hits among girls in e future lor. a lil ang moh look they have. so jealous la!!! argh...&lt;br /&gt;den xueli jie was so interested abt my gf..yeah, dats jan. so i briefly told her abt it lor. and she was like saying, dis is ur which one  ah? and den she answered herself, 'aiya..see ur pattern muz have had alot de lor'&lt;br /&gt;LOL..she isn e first to say dat. some of my frens said dat to me before. gosh..do i really have dat casanova seh? i seriously dun think so. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her bf was there too. ok la..but i think she deserves better.&lt;br /&gt;after all, she rather pretty wad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yep..den went on to dad's 3rd sis place. stayed fer awhile before proceeding to dads 2nd bro place fer dinner. i really din have e mood for steamboat la...had diarhoea twice there and couldn help wishing dat i was at home. yep..ended up almost not eating anythinG...juz kept drinkin n drinkin n drinkin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feeling much better now.&lt;br /&gt;happy with my profits today.&lt;br /&gt;talking to jan as i'm writing dis now. haven really concentrated on wad she's talking abt. and have to make her repeat several times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry dear. :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440593-113863670054224802?l=nilsinelabore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilsinelabore.blogspot.com/feeds/113863670054224802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8440593&amp;postID=113863670054224802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440593/posts/default/113863670054224802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440593/posts/default/113863670054224802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilsinelabore.blogspot.com/2006/01/feeling-betterand-great-profits-d.html' title='feeling better...and great profits!! =D'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796737587745731926</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-8440593.post-113854965299604605</id><published>2006-01-29T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T23:49:39.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>save me.....</title><content type='html'>0830 : woken up by e noisy but bubbly lion dance troupe hired by dad. ok...still enjoyed, altho i din realli show it. couldn help it..was suffering too much from my bad stomache. but at leasst e fever was gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1000 : left home for dads office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1130 : went to temple to pray. prayed for one more thing this year. its abt me and my dear. -winks- ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den proceeded to visit 2 houses before proceeding to another temple. and we called it a day.&lt;br /&gt;proceeded home. mum din wanna cook. dad was lazy to go out to buy. so he ordered pizza. and e prosperity pizza sucks big time. DUN DUN DUN try it if u haven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after dat...even up to now, i'm still feeling sick. got e damn urge to vomit. and yeah, i hav diarhoea. lol..how great to have dat during chi new yr rite? lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;might as well juz kill me...so torturous. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;having jan talkin to me rite now. so nice to hear ur voice dear. (:&lt;br /&gt;u r e best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i may not be able to come up with something like ed's thingy.&lt;br /&gt;but dun worry, i trust dat i can make u smile. :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440593-113854965299604605?l=nilsinelabore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilsinelabore.blogspot.com/feeds/113854965299604605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8440593&amp;postID=113854965299604605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440593/posts/default/113854965299604605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440593/posts/default/113854965299604605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilsinelabore.blogspot.com/2006/01/save-me.html' title='save me.....'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796737587745731926</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-8440593.post-113852908469211594</id><published>2006-01-29T17:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T18:04:44.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dis sux... -pouts-</title><content type='html'>ugh...been having gastric/stomache problems ( nt sure wad or which ) since my 2 hr nap yest morning. cant be e alcohol. haven experienced trouble frm alcohol before..but den, wads wrong? farks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been running a slight temperature yest evening. took 2 panadol pills b4 proccedin to e international fer dinner. seafd, when i'm nt feelin well..sharks. ended up eating slightly only. was dog tired after e reunion dinner. but i hung on...till abt 1. lol.&lt;br /&gt;wonder hw was my dear girl's reunion dinner. hope its good..since she was lookin forward to it.. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i couldn believe jerry was ridiculing me with e other guys behind my back. wad e fuck. maybe i only look nerdy to NY pple. lol. except jan?? but i guess i'm juz decent lookin ba..nt as extreme to be called nerd...nor chao ah beng.  could still remember wei feng was so amused dat night when i told him someone said i look nerdy. he was laughing like a hyena..and shouting, ' u nerd? look at u man..like chao ah beng sia..hw to be nerd? '  LOL. i dun like both. but i guess i can't stop wad others are thinkin. but i'm juz so damn bothered abt pple talking behind my back..and laughing abt it somemore.&lt;br /&gt;but i'm lookin forward to seeing jerry agn. and see hw hypocritical he can get. i won get aggressive with him. but i'll juz play with my words. after all, i'm a wise man. cant believe it, i dunno y but as i'm writing dis, i'm smiling coyly. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, wads most impt is dat jan loves me can le. juz too bad if i'm really toot or chao ah beng or wad. she likes me. hahaha. i'll stay e way i am. i won change myself for pple, except jan. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440593-113852908469211594?l=nilsinelabore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilsinelabore.blogspot.com/feeds/113852908469211594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8440593&amp;postID=113852908469211594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440593/posts/default/113852908469211594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440593/posts/default/113852908469211594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilsinelabore.blogspot.com/2006/01/dis-sux-pouts.html' title='dis sux... -pouts-'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796737587745731926</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-8440593.post-113840633545561954</id><published>2006-01-28T07:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-28T08:02:56.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MoS rox.           honey, i luv u.</title><content type='html'>met up with jan in e afternoon. went dwn to reds together to get our haircut. mine looks almost e same as wad i usually do except, it cost double e amt i usually pay for at another less famous saloon. kinda disappointed. but oh wells, i believe it looks slightly better?? lol.&lt;br /&gt;jan did her curls..pretty pretty. looks really like my princess le.,.haha. but it costs 200 over bucks? and 4 hrs..lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had dinner at mushroom pots. nice place, great food. i peeled my first prawn for jan. ( aint u lucky? ) yep. din really succeed at first, with jan having more den e prawn ( with e shell of course). but my second n 3rd attempt was P-E-R-F-E-C-T! lol...i'm gettin big headed aint i?? haha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finished at abt 9. and realised we couldn shop nor watch movie anymore. so we decided to pop ard MoS. a plan dat we aborted a long time ago. but we decided to go, cos someone wants to flaunt her hair. although i was a lil apprehensive at first, i couldn let my princess go disappointed. ( ok la, ok la, i wanted to go too..lol )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got esmond to go with me. he's a great buddy, but not exactly someone i wanna go club with. but ok, he was quite ok. haha. and thanks to his cousin , i got a free big glass of scotch chivas coke. super cool!! tastes damn nice la..slurps. i wan more.!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jan spent almost all e time with me rather den her friends. she said she doesn wanna dance rnb cos too crowded. i hope dats true and nt because she doesn wan me to be left out. anyway, we went retro and i kinda liked it. rather cool. jan went yawnz quite early ...hope i din bore her out. lol...but anyway, i really enjoyed myself. n i really liked e fact dat jan was with me most of e time. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i could see dat jan is still quite disturbed about dat thing. she asked me not to look at her differently while we were at MoS. ok...i dunno wad to say. but i guess it'll be quite hard ba. i'll try okie?&lt;br /&gt;in fact, even till just now, i was still rather disturbed by it. although e effect is less stronger on me now. but after some thinkin and sorting out on my way home. i am not very much bothered by it le. just slightly only. cos i came up with a logical reasoning ( at least i think it is..lol ). wanna hear abt it, juz ask mi. i wud tell u if u say PLEASE.. lol. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah..wad i wanna say is, e most impt thingy is....&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE U&lt;br /&gt;U LOVE ME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and dats all. and dat is exactly wad we are now. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here i go agn..i cant fall aslp. wad e fuck. my body is gg crazy....perhaps i'm really a robot.&lt;br /&gt;off i go chewing batteries le. :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440593-113840633545561954?l=nilsinelabore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8440593.post-113829452951806743</id><published>2006-01-27T00:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T01:03:00.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nice meeting e guys agn. :D</title><content type='html'>juz home. feeling hot from all e beer, but nt drunk at all. perfectly sober. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was great to see e guys back there agn. totally enjoyed it. glad to see tian hui agn. my fellow fearless driver and kao pei mate. song bo!! haha. had a great chat with another two buddies wei qi n wei feng. well, everything is cool. besides e goddamn duty unpaid SAF tiger beer. even e thai beer tastes better..lol. drats...would be better if we had some serious alcohol like tequila, whisky or smth. shud hav brought some wine frm home over. too much at home. and as usual, e XOs at home are still waiting to be given away. i wan dad to open dem..i wanna drink..but dunno hw to ask lei. in his eyes, i'm still a boy. and i'm sure he doesn noe hw much i can drink now..lol. maybe even more den him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;out with jan today. glad she enjoyed e kaya toast dis morning. was afraid she won like it. seeing her juz made my mood better. much much better. had a talk with her. i was real glad tat she's being truthful to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course..i appreciate frankness. of course, i won mind e 'P' thing. but i won say dat i'm nt affected by it. e fact dat hw far dey went sort of disturbed me a lil. dey almost went on to ____, just a wee bit more!!!&lt;br /&gt;i really cant imagine dat. looks like she aint as innocent as i tot. hmm..lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess i wud be lying to say i won mind at all.. more or less feeling abit of...ugh.&lt;br /&gt;i mean, which guy wud like her gf to be 'P'...by other ppl?&lt;br /&gt;but i mean..its understandable ba.&lt;br /&gt;well, look ard u, ppl getting into relationships as young as 12. curiousity is at its strongest throughout ur teenage yrs. i guess other ppl are more or less doin e same. yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course, my clear minded mind tells mi dat i won do it. but who noes..right? there are times when u cant restrain urself.&lt;br /&gt;so i guess its understandable. i'm nt e unreasonable sort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actualy, i wanna ask more abt it... but i dunno hw. lol...oh wells. :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in any case, i hope she doesn get too upset abt it.&lt;br /&gt;i like you by wad makes u out to be.&lt;br /&gt;                                           not wad u are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no matter wad happens, i'll always stand by you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hugs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440593-113829452951806743?l=nilsinelabore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8440593.post-113819462350839758</id><published>2006-01-25T20:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T21:15:30.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>- blank -</title><content type='html'>yes, she did it. she put the first drop of tear in my eye since sec 2. yes..i may sound like a wussy, but i gotta admit...tears welled up in my eyes when she told mi she's nt gonna make it fer v day cos of work. of course, i quickly ended e conversation and proceeded to wipe em off before they drip outta my eyes. gosh..i really couldn believe it...tears..haven seen em fer quite some time. man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wud be lying to say i'm nt upset. but i'm definitely not angry. i understand. she's gotta work.&lt;br /&gt;and if she ask to change dis change dat when she haven even started work, might nt reflect well on her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yep..i dunno y i'm takin so hard. its just v day wad. just another day. another date. but my heart wrenched when i heard e news. i dunno y.&lt;br /&gt;i guess bcos i was kinda thinkin abt it since 1 mth ago? and i had been askin fer off on feb 14 since almost 1 mth ago as well and pple were kinda sayin dat i was so anxious. yep..dat was hw far i went to make sure i got to celebrate it with her. i went ALL OUT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i had even been thinkin of hw i'm gonna make it a perfect evening. had lotsa ideas. but fortunately, no plans yet. if nt i dunno hw i'm gonna take it if i had already arranged everything. have been trying very hard to come up with a surprise. no need fer dat nw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wells, seems dat she doesn hav e habit of celebrating v day de..yep. so i guess she din rmb to remind her manager even tho i dropped occasional hints ( which might nt be obvious enuff ) to her. well, if its ok with her to give it a miss, i guess i won have much to say. she shud juz go fer work lor...won hav a nice evening if i force her. guess it juz isn impt to her ba...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and guess wad..i might be spending it in camp..lol. i guess its gonna be much of a surprise to e others. i mean, i really dun see e point of meeting her at 10 at night when almost every single place is closed le.wad can we do? juz sit dwn and stare at each other? i dunno..haix...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm very confused nw. my mind is in a blank. it seems she hasn msged me back. hope she isn feeling stressed or wad. cos i am definitely feeling much more stressed up den her. my normally quick thinkin mind which provides me with a proper analysis and plans seems to have left my body. my heart feels sore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looks like e long run to parkway parade via east coast park hasn done much to make me feel better. leaving me with two ultra sore calfs which are on e verge of cramping soon. u wud never believe hw fast i ran. guessed i juz pushed myself a lil too hard.&lt;br /&gt;found e pasta fresca place at e park le..but i guess i won need to noe anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its all dat sheena , sheela or wadeva mother fuc*ing hualala's fault. got no cow sense. damn her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunno..i need someone to talk to now..feeling kinda lost now. dun feel like doing anything. dun even wanna think of anything bout meeting jan tml and fri le..kinda sian diao le.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm afraid i wud wanna cry agn if i tok to jan. haix..i shudn have been dat cold to Al when she msged me dat day. she wud lend a nice listening ear to me. :(&lt;br /&gt;was i wrong to make jan e only girl in my life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been trying very hard to be a nice bf. trying to be better den e others before me.&lt;br /&gt;but i've juz realised, i'm still a childish , wilful , selfish and useless boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;maybe she juz deserves better. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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-8440593.post-113819139449679184</id><published>2006-01-25T20:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T20:22:35.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;haven touched my phone since i went out to run. nt sure if she replied me. i dunno wad i expect her to say if she replied. dun wanna see. but i really hope she did reply. sighx.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440593-113819139449679184?l=nilsinelabore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilsinelabore.blogspot.com/feeds/113819139449679184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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miao~</title><content type='html'>hey guys..its me agn. e grouchy fella whos gonna rant and rant and RAnT agn. so if u folks dun wanna listen ( or rather read ) kindly juz F*CK off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes yes..i booked out, so here i am. i informed mom bout 35 mins b4hand to pick me up at 1730. and u noe wad? she called mi at 525 to say dat she just left house. i mean..hell..wads e pt of informing dem earlier? and wad made me furious was e Xcuse she gave.. ' daddy brought frens home, his car blockin mine..cannot come out.' and she said dad said, ' if he cant wait , come home himself la!'&lt;br /&gt;bloody hell..i cant believe dis.&lt;br /&gt;ok..so lets say i accept dat excuse..den why cant she make an effort to call n inform mi earlier? den i can slowly change in camp and not wait so long at e humid and mosquito infested bus stop.&lt;br /&gt;F**K&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bet if its sis, dad would immediately rush dwn to pick her up lor.&lt;br /&gt;i cant stand dis biasness...&lt;br /&gt;damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wells, gonna be a busy day tml i tink. most prob meetin jan on thurs instead. lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MIAO MIAO!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;hey dear, thanks for listening to all my whines and complains. i really dunno wad i wud be if not for ur comforting words which instantly eases me..kinda reduces my anger dwn by half.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;u were always there for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;U ARE SUCH A DARLING.&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/8440593-113810000663034356?l=nilsinelabore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilsinelabore.blogspot.com/feeds/113810000663034356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8440593&amp;postID=113810000663034356' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440593/posts/default/113810000663034356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440593/posts/default/113810000663034356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilsinelabore.blogspot.com/2006/01/my-parents-suck-miao.html' title='my parents SUCK. miao~'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796737587745731926</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8440593.post-113795068498731885</id><published>2006-01-23T00:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T01:24:45.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>role play - tourists - part 2</title><content type='html'>went to occ after i woke up.  tried practicinG after weeks of golfless life. i can tell u, i'm gonna give up dis damn sport soon. i cant play golf fer nuts le la.. dunno when things are gonna look up for me. :( do i really have to wait till ORD before i can tune back my game??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den met my darling near her house.. den proceeded to little india as tourists...and we went by lrt!! my first LRT ride in my life. nothing spectacular..but nevertheless, still excited. as expected , lil india dun have much to offer , besides indians. lol. not long after , we were off to queensway shopping centre lo...( after my suggestion, hehe ) din get wad i really wanted to buy..but bot a pair of basketball shorts at 28 bucks..quite a catch i think. haix..din buy e shorts i want to buy, guess i'll just make do with e one i have at home ba..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den proceeded to changi airport by train. once again, my FIRST time. kinda sad actually, i have been living ard tis area for so long and i had to have someone living in e north to bring me..lol. yup..i agree with jan. e station at e airport looks great. juz reminds me of e hong kong airport lor.&lt;br /&gt;den, i took e skytrain..yep. my first again. never had to travel betwn terminals, e cab always does e work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kinda wonderful. did 3 FIRST times in my life today. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had dinner at e airport's fish n co. and as usual, it never fails to leave me ultra *burps~* yep....had to draw money. den suddenly realised i have been taking too much money outta my bank. yes dear, i guess i finally gotta agree with u le.. we gotta go on a budget. :( haix...when is dad paying me back for my phone??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel really sorry for almost making my dear girl cry yest..and i din even noe.&lt;br /&gt;and my blog, she read it. and she lied to me agn. i dun blame her. she prob wans to listen to wad i realli tink. but oh wells, i feel a lil selfish la.&lt;br /&gt;but anyways, LOVE IS SELFISH. right? haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, din do much today. but i still pretty much enjoyed myself. i hope she does too. i'm trying very hard to make her happy everytime i'm out with her . and i want her to be happy.&lt;br /&gt;i want to make her smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time to slp. my darling shud be aslp by now.&lt;br /&gt;nitex ppl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.5 hrs to wakey wakey.&lt;br /&gt;6 hrs to book in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;323 days to ORD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HATE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; army life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440593-113795068498731885?l=nilsinelabore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilsinelabore.blogspot.com/feeds/113795068498731885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8440593&amp;postID=113795068498731885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440593/posts/default/113795068498731885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440593/posts/default/113795068498731885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilsinelabore.blogspot.com/2006/01/role-play-tourists-part-2.html' title='role play - tourists - part 2'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796737587745731926</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-8440593.post-113786821049262905</id><published>2006-01-22T02:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T02:46:25.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>disappointed. --- :(</title><content type='html'>i think jan has fallen aslp le..i could have guessed so when she din reply. :(&lt;br /&gt;but i couldn help but to call her anyway.. call mi selfish..i dunno.&lt;br /&gt;i eventually turned dis darn com off and tried to slp.&lt;br /&gt;i realised i couldn.&lt;br /&gt;fark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotta admit i was rather disappointed when jan fell aslp.&lt;br /&gt;yes..i noe i noe..its my fault dat she's so tired...i MADE her run..ya..slaps myself. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but..u noe, i was so tired dat i slept my whole bus ride home. but i agreed straightaway when she wanted to talk.&lt;br /&gt;yeah,i mean..fer mi , i would find means to kp myself awake whenever i cud get a chance to talk to jan no matter hw tired i am. i wud give up anything juz to have a word with her.&lt;br /&gt;so i mean, its a lil hurting ya...&lt;br /&gt;maybe i aint dat impt to her anyway..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it kinda got me thinkin in bed just now...&lt;br /&gt;i dunno if i regret steppin into dis relationship.&lt;br /&gt;i luv her&lt;br /&gt;i luv her smile&lt;br /&gt;i luv e way she pokes and tickles me&lt;br /&gt;i luv e way she pouts her mouth&lt;br /&gt;i luv her everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but this is too much for me to take i guess..&lt;br /&gt;cant help feelin stressed. i dunno, i mean hw do u expect me to feel when ur gf's frens dun like you? i really dunno. i mean...gotta think in e long run rite?&lt;br /&gt;and when u noe somebody else is trying to woo ur gf?&lt;br /&gt;and when she lets go of my hand abruptly when she sees her bro or her bro's gf ...&lt;br /&gt;i understand dat its a lil pai sei la...but..haix..u noe...fer a split sec, kinda makes me feel like i'm unpresentable ya noe.&lt;br /&gt;of course i noe u dun mean dat, but i wud juz feel so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too late. i cant just step out now. i'm totally into this le.&lt;br /&gt;i guess this is just a test for our new born relationship.&lt;br /&gt;1 mth 3 days. and look at wad i have become...&lt;br /&gt;a love sick fool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant cant cant sleep now. i'm realli addicted le...&lt;br /&gt;gonna juz try to sleep. hecks if i cant. i'll juz stare into space. hw i wish i can juz remove my brain fer e night. i dun wanna think anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***** &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;tis entry is all abt my selfish tots, e other side of me i'm so unwilling to show. but hecks.gotta unwind or i'll blow...  ***************************************************************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;shit..wad have i done..i shudn have posted dis entry. but i'm feeling much better after some ranting. hope my dear girl doesn feel offended. but this are my innermost feelings dat i really dun wan u to noe..but oh wells.. i shant delete it...dun wanna waste my effort.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;i'm still in a dilemma..to post or not to post?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;to post or not to post?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;to post or not to post?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;FUCK LA...JUZ POST IT U DAMN WIMP!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440593-113786821049262905?l=nilsinelabore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilsinelabore.blogspot.com/feeds/113786821049262905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8440593&amp;postID=113786821049262905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440593/posts/default/113786821049262905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440593/posts/default/113786821049262905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilsinelabore.blogspot.com/2006/01/disappointed.html' title='disappointed. --- :('/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796737587745731926</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-8440593.post-113786511574536882</id><published>2006-01-22T01:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T01:38:35.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>planning certainly does help..abit ..haha</title><content type='html'>had planned our activities well ahead before we went out today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went joggin with jan ard seletar area in e morning, after my duty. den ate prata before bookin out after a bath in camp. dad n mom din wanna come fetch me..all bcos of sis agn. i really cant stand dis biasness le..in a fit of anger, i decided to juz cab home. and told myself i won hold myself on spending today. i may sound spoilt..sound like a wastrel or wadeva....but if anything is wrong with dat, den i can only say my parents are forcing me to do so. I CANT STAND DEM!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but too bad..jan didn get enuff clothes. seems dat e female depts haven been getting new arrivals..lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i gotta admit i was a lil ..i wudn say weird..but listless maybe, at first. cos it suddenly set mi thinkin whether jan wud one day tell mi she dun wan me le.. cos of e phone issue la.&lt;br /&gt;but i reassured myself dat she definitely isn takin this relationship lightly and must have tot seriously before agreein de ma...right?&lt;br /&gt;lol..but haix..really shudn be thinkin of such things when i'm out with her..these stuff are for me to think of when i have nothin to do. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had toast ..and we shared a smoke turkey sandwiche. both me and jan agreed dat it tasted much better den e last time we ate it. and shared a joy smoothie.&lt;br /&gt;no choice la...on budget..lol.&lt;br /&gt;den can shun bian jian fei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yep...bought my shoes..tho not exactly e pair i was eying for quite some time..but was not bad, and jan liked it. i trust her taste..as well as mine..so yep. i got it!&lt;br /&gt;ad bot my belt..rather unique belt...but certainly exceeded my budget by 20 bucks fer it. had expected myself to pay ard $50 rather den e $70 i paid fer it. nevertheless...yippeee!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had our choc drinks and shared a choc muffin before proceeding to cine fer Memoirs oF a Geisha. seems dat jan already knew e story le..dunno whether she enjoyed it or not.. i think it was not bad..but i was so tired i almost fell asleep at e end..haha.&lt;br /&gt;e show was like 2 n a half hrs...i really dunno hw jan is gonna survive another 2 times watching it..surely gonna be sian de wad..lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den proceeded home. and everyone was aslp le..no one giving a damn fuck about e absence of me in e house. no phone calls msgs or whatsoever. like wad i said, it doesn make a diff to dem la...fark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jan wants to talk..but she hasn responded to my msg..guess she's aslp le..lol.&lt;br /&gt;shud i call her? hmmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;i feel so bad today when u said i was weird.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;din mean to be so..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;but i hope dat it din spoil ur mood today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;and i hope u still enjoyed urself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;its probably due to my own insecurities ba.i dunno. pouts.&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/8440593-113786511574536882?l=nilsinelabore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilsinelabore.blogspot.com/feeds/113786511574536882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8440593&amp;postID=113786511574536882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440593/posts/default/113786511574536882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440593/posts/default/113786511574536882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilsinelabore.blogspot.com/2006/01/planning-certainly-does-helpabit-haha.html' title='planning certainly does help..abit ..haha'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796737587745731926</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-8440593.post-113767546579694930</id><published>2006-01-19T20:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T20:57:45.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy wed..boring thurs..lol</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;talkin to u has almost become a daily routine to me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e need to see u has almost come to a daily basis.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i need an antidote..too high on this drug..dat is U. :p&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wells, met jan yest night fer dinner. had to come out late due to a last minute detail arranged for me this morning. i was damn pissed..can u imagine bathing halfway and preparing to book out to meet ur dear girl when someone tells u dat u have to go dwn to ETC to collect ur vehicle?&lt;br /&gt;and i sweated like mad..ugh.&lt;br /&gt;i realli cant stand dem..always up with last minute stuff..in e afternoon, i was at e 35 SCE mess when dey called me, saying dat they need me to for detail..immediately...wad e fuck..and i had to brisk walk under e damn hot sun back to 39 SCE. sweated like hell..&lt;br /&gt;only 1 phrase to describe e system there...FUCKED UP!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wells, back to dinner last night. jan is really really helpin me to save some money and i really really appreciate dat. :)  suggested eating @ a hawker in yishun. had dis chicken rice which was damn cheap..and good. u could say i walked out of there feeling more satisfied den i expected myself to be. (: and of course..i enjoyed being with jan. (:&lt;br /&gt;went to northpoint fer a while to walk walk and kill time. of course, i could have gone back to camp..but i juz want abit more of her company..even if its 1 more second, i'll be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;todays detail ended early..sux big time..den i could have not taken over dis detail.&lt;br /&gt;fucked up. :x&lt;br /&gt;den talked to jan over e phone. just feels so good to just hear her voice. i have been saying i miss u less often to her these days..not bcos i dun. its because i miss her too much dat i dun feel like saying it le...makes me feel miserable to say so. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had to come home myself today. no one free enuff to pick me up. damn it..so troublesome la...&lt;br /&gt;actually, for a sec, i had this urge to meet jan instead. but oh wells, she isn hungry..no pt gg fer dinner right. but i really really miss her lei.. :(&lt;br /&gt;anywayz..i'll endure and brace myself thru tml. and i'll see jan once more!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;there are juz so many things waiting for us to do.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and they are only for me to do them with you. :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440593-113767546579694930?l=nilsinelabore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilsinelabore.blogspot.com/feeds/113767546579694930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8440593&amp;postID=113767546579694930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440593/posts/default/113767546579694930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440593/posts/default/113767546579694930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilsinelabore.blogspot.com/2006/01/happy-wedboring-thurslol.html' title='happy wed..boring thurs..lol'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796737587745731926</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-8440593.post-113751932885721758</id><published>2006-01-17T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T01:35:28.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>duty duty.. :(</title><content type='html'>did duty on sunday, damn borinG!!! couldn stand it..was missing jan lots...having nothing to do just made it worse. couldn stop thinking of jeremy, dunno y..he isn a threat to me..i'm confident of myself...but i guess i juz couldn help feeling uncomfortable about it...yup..&lt;br /&gt;i mean..i dunno. watched cartoons and had 15 min naps e whole day till night. chatted with jan.. and i guess dat was already e best part of dat day le.&lt;br /&gt;din have as much fun as i tot i wud with my new phone. cos i was afraid of wasting too much batt. but my batt went flat while tokin to her anyway.&lt;br /&gt;and i had a weird dream dat night.... &gt;.&lt; ( u noe wad i'm talking abut, lol )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met jan yest during my nites out.&lt;br /&gt;went to amk fer dinner with jan. had wanted to budget..but..haha..din mangage to do it of course... :P&lt;br /&gt;and guess wad, my first time having fast food with jan. had KFC..couldn help feelin fat la..lol. but was ok la...&lt;br /&gt;at most juz exercise harder lor...haha.&lt;br /&gt;u dun noe hw happy i felt after my nites out with her .. it juz made me feel so much more lighthearted and all. made me feel like i was ready to collect all e shit thrown to me lor..haha. yep. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;booked out at 430 today&lt;br /&gt;stayin out tonight. ( of course , if not y would dis entry be ard ? )&lt;br /&gt;bookin in by 0730 tml.&lt;br /&gt;hopefully meet jan tml nite. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n yep..i ran today..ard 6 km ba..maybe more. running much slower den i was last time..shit. ran all e way to east coast park. ( all thanks to jan fer doing e recce with me. )     :) &lt;br /&gt;guess its bcos of e lack of exercise ba...juz this run alone is making me feel so so so tired now...lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just ended e conversation with jan.really reluctant to hang up..but got no choice..tired.&lt;br /&gt;must be e run lor.. frankly speakin..i'm having trouble keeping myself awake to put up dis entry lor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zzzzz..nitex ppl. and most imptly..nite..my dear princess. luv ya lots.  =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440593-113751932885721758?l=nilsinelabore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilsinelabore.blogspot.com/feeds/113751932885721758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8440593&amp;postID=113751932885721758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440593/posts/default/113751932885721758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440593/posts/default/113751932885721758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilsinelabore.blogspot.com/2006/01/duty-duty.html' title='duty duty.. :('/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796737587745731926</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-8440593.post-113725943954367501</id><published>2006-01-15T00:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-15T02:31:01.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Die...i'm sinkin very very deep into dis. but i'm happy. (:</title><content type='html'>met jan on thurs, before she went to church. actually , i kinda kept e book with her..e main purpose was so dat i could meet her dat day.&lt;br /&gt;i dunno y, but a day w/o being able to see her feels like hell to me. lol.&lt;br /&gt;had indian cuisine at dis place near her church. not bad. but we were like e only patrons...&lt;br /&gt;makes me wonder how dey survive...lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den met jan on fri. after i booked out. had to make her wait damn long for me..cos i err..ya la.had to wash up and stuff..shud have called her later...lol&lt;br /&gt;den went to katong fer laksa...BUDGET wad...remember? haha. nevertheless..enjoyed e meal..had not eaten it since e times with brandon n co.&lt;br /&gt;and YES!!! -hops ard- I BOUGHT MY W800i LO!!! hahaha..excited lor...my dream phone lei!! nice functions, nice colour. yesh!!!&lt;br /&gt;sent her home...and jeremy called. lol.. of course , i shudn give a damn abt dat...&lt;br /&gt;but...aiya..more or less will feel abit suan suan de...&lt;br /&gt;guess dats hw i'm supposed to feel anyway..rite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met jan today. after e goddamn standby bed. had to wait 45 mins fer her. guess we're quits. haha..but it was damn hot la...gotta admit i was a lil pissed. and felt a lil sian diao le...at 1 pt i was so hot i wanted to just take a cab and go home. but all these emotions kinda disappeared when i saw jan. u just make my day la... (:&lt;br /&gt;tried to go on budget today. but of course..failed. more on my part la..din really wanna make ourselves suffer. i can go on a budget myself. but i dun wan jan to do it with me. i won wan my darlinG to suffer with me. bot lotsa stuff at candy empire. i mean dats alot if i wanna eat all tml la...haha. -glutton-&lt;br /&gt;den had dinner at my place. kinda sad...e staff there couldn recognise their boss anymore. we actually had to queue!! -winks- (:&lt;br /&gt;think it was ok la.. and not very ex also...middle range la..cheaper den our usual meals le...haha.&lt;br /&gt;1ST STEP TAKEN!!!&lt;br /&gt;den went shoppin with jan... she kept thinkin i wud be sian. but actually , i rather enjoyed myself lor..it made me understand her more..like her tastes and all...and also more abt female clothings..lol&lt;br /&gt;went to coffee bean...saw quincy's dad..and quincy. lol..wad is quincy doing in town with his dad on a sat?? anywayz..had ultimate..same as jan..altho i very much wanted white choc dream..but i really need caffeine..lol&lt;br /&gt;and den wad...JEREMY CALLED AGAIN. wanted to pick up e phone fer jan..but she picked it up le..lol. dunno wad e hell i'm worryin abt lor. I'm confident of myself..i trust myself..and most importantly...I TRUST HER. but..i guess u juz cant sit ard and dun care when u noe some other guy is interested in ur gf. and keeps calling her. i dunno...but for me, i cant la...but i shouldn worry anywayz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jan&lt;br /&gt;jan&lt;br /&gt;jan...&lt;br /&gt;i'm a lil moon revolving ard u.&lt;br /&gt;haha..sounds familiar? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunno la..i guess its now my turn to be insecure le.. guess i was taking her fer granted ( a lil la ) at FIRST..but now..no way man. i'm sinking too deep into this relationship.. i'm getting afraid. i cant think of a day w/o her. hope dat day doesn come..but if it does..u juz gotta let go ba...lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i juz read her blog. whole lot of things i dun understand. but i guess i'm like her. i'm trying very hard to restrain myself..but at times..especially when i'm with her..i really really cant control myself. i love her too much. call me crazy lovesick or wadeva..i dun care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'm willing to give up anything juz to spend a second with her. even if its my life.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;extra tml..sian..my sundays gone. no golf at all dis wkend.. shucks. gotta do smth abt dis.. my aspirations are gettin too far away. seems unreachable now. but hecks..jan is my everything now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440593-113725943954367501?l=nilsinelabore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilsinelabore.blogspot.com/feeds/113725943954367501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8440593&amp;postID=113725943954367501' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440593/posts/default/113725943954367501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440593/posts/default/113725943954367501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilsinelabore.blogspot.com/2006/01/dieim-sinkin-very-very-deep-into-dis.html' title='Die...i&apos;m sinkin very very deep into dis. but i&apos;m happy. (:'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796737587745731926</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8440593.post-113691273346628762</id><published>2006-01-11T00:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-15T00:52:41.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>weeps...i want my phone. ): and i want to spend more time with jan. ):</title><content type='html'>din manage to run..weather didn permit me to. but i did 50 crunches instead. might not be enuff to be effective, but heck..i did something at least.. right ? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;played a lil maple.. 18% more to lvl 25!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den headed to bugis with dad mom and bro to get my new phone...and to collect my altered shirt. i was damn disappointed. first , i need to sign a new plan and change my number to get e extra privilages. den i cant buy my phone.. its out of stock!!! fark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den dad and mom wanted to go to e temple at bugis street. din wanna follow dem. but i went anywayz cos i wasn sure wad time jan wud be done. but once i manged to squeeze past e crowd in bugis strt..she called. lol. so i made a snappy prayer and rushed dwn to town. still had to make her wait 20 mins.. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i must admit e day wasn well planned. we shudn have headed to have a drink cos it was almost dinnertime le..but we did.. and prob it was bcos she was tired and it was RAINING! yes..again..ugh. i wan e rain at nite..not in e day lor... ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a drink at project shop..and e double choc fudge cake was...MMMMMM!! n-i-c-e!!!&lt;br /&gt;i tink i'm on project get fat rather den slim dwn lor..haha. but who cares..as long as i'm with jan..i dun care. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den couldn possibly go fer dinner after dat ma...so i tried to buy my damn phone in paragon...guess wad..outta stock also. asked at cine...outta stock too.. dunno wad e hell is going on..W800 so popular meh???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met a pervert at e paragon toilet today..he was lookin at mi pee?!!! gosh..wad is e world too..peeping at my dick.. and he was still in there for so lng after i came out. left with jan le...he's stil in there?!!!&lt;br /&gt;wonder hw many men gonna fall prey to his...'expeditions' le...LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yep..back to cine..couldn decide wad to do...so guess wad... YES...we ended up singing ktv. 3 hrs..till 11. jan finally heard mi sing..so pai sei at first. &gt;.&lt;&gt;.&lt; she said i sang well..pai sei lei..lol. i never tot i sang well..no one praised me before till i went into army. which made me much more confident.. but i still tink i'm ok only la...&lt;br /&gt;could still vividly rmb mi being de 'song god' in bmt lor..haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm..maybe if more ppl praise me..i wud really put miself into one of thse dumb singing competitions. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yep..here i am..short day with jan. ): wished we had more time..but i won noe wad to do either. lol. but yep.. still glad dat i met her today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haix..stupid detail tml. duty dis sun n nxt fri. sun bk in sat bk out. wearing green just SUCKs big time.. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss u.&lt;br /&gt;miss u&lt;br /&gt;miss u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MISS YOU!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440593-113691273346628762?l=nilsinelabore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilsinelabore.blogspot.com/feeds/113691273346628762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8440593&amp;postID=113691273346628762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440593/posts/default/113691273346628762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440593/posts/default/113691273346628762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilsinelabore.blogspot.com/2006/01/weepsi-want-my-phone-and-i-want-to.html' title='weeps...i want my phone. ): and i want to spend more time with jan. ):'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796737587745731926</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-8440593.post-113681071697152423</id><published>2006-01-09T20:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T20:45:17.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>was happy...but i'm a lil sad now.</title><content type='html'>golfing at 7 plus under a windy storm yestersay morning. managed only 9 holes..couldn take it. i was drenched..and e wind juz kept coming...and i was gg BRR.... yup. wondered wad james was thinkin when he said he wanted to play...lol. rather crazy idea to go ahead and play in that kindof weather if u ask mi,.. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanted to meet jan fer awhile yest..but it turned out dat she aint workin e afternoon shift anymore. yep..so i cancelled my plans on meeting dad in bugis and proceeded with my evening with jan. met her at suntec..den we procceded to Changing Appetites again to heal her hungry stomache..and of course..to satisfy my cravings for e nice drinks and desserts there. slurps . :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had my buttered garlic prawns and jan had her fried stingray. prawns were nice. stingray wasn spectecular. but was okay. and e chocolatey drink we had..kinda disappointing..not bad..but not as great as i expected it to be. and we had dis mudpie called heaven in ur mouth. wud be nice if not fer e name..cos it made it sound so spectacular..and it din live up to its name. but was nice la..tasted a lil bit of rum in it ..not sure if i was imagining things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched elizabeth town at cine. managed to catch e 700 show after gg in slightly late. good choice. actually i kinda expected it to be rather boring ? but it was good. interesting. and kirsten dunst looked rather good in it too..haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took e neo print kinda thingy. had intended to take e card version..but oh wells, i din tell jan..so ya..kinda fun. but e pics werent great..lol. in fact i suck in them. but who cares..i only wanna see jan..not myself.haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fell asleep on jan's shoulder while sending her home. i gotta admit...her shoulders were really quite comfy to me. definitely much more comfy den mine..lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes... SHE FOUND OUT!! &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;yar..she found out about my lil hidden tummy under my clothes. ugh..so pai sei lor. gotta get rid of it la..but how?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reported to unit with a light hearted feeling dis morning. only to realise dat bunk inspection by RSM at 1730. dat means...no early dismissal!! FUCK! so passed time by doin nuthin..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;makes me feel so frustrated wasting my life away like dat. but fortunately , jan was ard to chat with me on e phone.. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when i was about to leave , andy told mi i got detail to e range on wed morning. 0700 ..so early!! dat means i gotta book in at 2230 tml nite. mind u, i'm on standby and i aint supposed to be able to go for detail de...but they said nvm..standby they will tok to my force commander. FUCK&gt;... i dun wanna book in tml nite.&lt;br /&gt;so i called lt ron to settle e issue. and he allowed mi to book in on wed morning instead. but i still gotta wake up damn early. den wad about meetin jan tml nite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn..nvm..i'll sort things out and think of something.&lt;br /&gt;:x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440593-113681071697152423?l=nilsinelabore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilsinelabore.blogspot.com/feeds/113681071697152423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8440593&amp;postID=113681071697152423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440593/posts/default/113681071697152423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440593/posts/default/113681071697152423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilsinelabore.blogspot.com/2006/01/was-happybut-im-lil-sad-now.html' title='was happy...but i&apos;m a lil sad now.'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796737587745731926</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-8440593.post-113665398312071608</id><published>2006-01-08T00:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-08T01:13:05.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>'its so nice to just spend time with u' ...yepyep..MI TOO!! (:</title><content type='html'>booked out at 3 yesterday. deep in my heart , i really really wanted to ask my darling out de. but it seems dat she severely lacks slp. so i din..she offered to accompany me to bugis, i rejected e offer too. cos i was sure i could juz endure fer 1 more day. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went bowling @ OCC..was sad to realise dat members cant pay by charging to e account anymore..so sad..have to pay miself le...&lt;br /&gt;anywayZ, bowled like crap. managed only 130+ nia...can someone juz kill me? its so hurting to realise dat after training back to my old standard , and after some lack of practice ,  my standard has gone back to  ---- SHIT. totally shitty.&lt;br /&gt;den went to e range to pound some balls. SAME..golf was shit too..after not touching my golf clubs fer abt 2 weeks since my last lesson. but after some pondering , i tink i finally managed to figure out wad luke was trying to get me to do. and my ball striking was ok. so u can say i went home feeling rather satisfied. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talked to jan last night. seems dat jerry is rather ermm..dunno alsoo lei. like he's pressurising jan dat she isn giving her frens enuff attention like dat ba..but at least he feels ok to me..lol. unlike edward. seriously speaking , i dunno wad edward is unhappy with me about. i haven even tok to him before..how to offend him sia. but as jan says , he's like a bro who feels like no one is ever good enuff for his sis?? i guess dats rather true ba..cos i remembered choo tried to jio my sis fer a period of time...i was strongly against it. he's s'pore's no.1 amateur golfer..but i still feel he isn good enuff..( looks a lil fat to mi ) yeah..hmm..but i don hate him..do i ? LOL..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wadeva la..i guess i won take it to heart ba..haix..cos if i do, i think it'll be quite hard for jan. of course, i'm upset dat her good frens won accept me , but..after some thinking , jan should be e one who is upset. i will try not to mention dis issue in front of her agn...i really think its very difficult for her lor. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yepyep..woke up @ 1 o clck today..and i was like shit..less time to spend with my dear jan le... Yup...so i met her in town at 3. seriously couldn think of wad we cud do le lor..s'pore is so boring. but who cares..as long as i can spend time with her..i dun give a shit about anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yep..went in search of mushroom pot. and guess wad? i saw w freakin nike bag dat i was hesitant to buy in taiwan. and its retailing like 20 bucks MORE here? damn..shud have bot it dere...lol. i felt so UGH...&lt;br /&gt;started raining friggin heavily when we were abt to proceed to lido..bought a cheap lookin umbrella..( ermm ok, it was cheap..5 bucks onli ) but decided to wait fer e rain to subside in TCC ( near centrpoint de) lol... i guess dats wad happens when a slightly shao ye boy and a slightly xiao jie girl gets together. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;but dun worry ok..i'll try my best to take care of her. YES i WILL. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den proceeded to cine to check out my shoe..damn..e shoe i wanted wasn there. and e most similiar one i could get was a female one. lol. i immediatly sian 1/2 lor..how sia..i even bot shirt to go with e shoe le..damn. den checked out e timin fer elizabeth town. lol..e most probable time we cud catch was 905. but jan gotta go home early..gotta work tml. shit...how i wish i had my licence lor...den can send her home..den no nd to consider this worry dat le..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so proceeded to sakae fer dinner. quite shuang to eat sushi at first. was rather enjoyable..and we had planned to eat so much more. but we couldn..cos jan and i were too full le...and den jan din feel very well..err..yeah..and she looked so pale lor..how i wish i cud help..i felt so useless then. but oh wells..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went home rather early. i also feel so happy to just spend time with her. juz so happy. (:&lt;br /&gt;and once agn... I'M MISSING HER ALREADY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope i can make it to suntec to meet her tml. my dear princess..hope she will feel better tml.&lt;br /&gt;hope dad goes with me to bugis tml, den can buy my phone....i hope so.&lt;br /&gt;hope i will play fine in e golf game with james tml...i hope i shoot ard e low 80s can le..dun expect much..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haix.life is full of HOPE.&lt;br /&gt;lol..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440593-113665398312071608?l=nilsinelabore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilsinelabore.blogspot.com/feeds/113665398312071608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8440593&amp;postID=113665398312071608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440593/posts/default/113665398312071608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440593/posts/default/113665398312071608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilsinelabore.blogspot.com/2006/01/its-so-nice-to-just-spend-time-with-u.html' title='&apos;its so nice to just spend time with u&apos; ...yepyep..MI TOO!! (:'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796737587745731926</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-8440593.post-113637386146094767</id><published>2006-01-04T19:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T19:28:48.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>heh heh..</title><content type='html'>made to be standby force 2 today. forced to takeover today at e very last minute once i woke up..? lol..SAF..undecisive force. so dat means i won be able to do duty dis week! looks like doing standby aint dat bad anyway. but but but..heard some things are gonna go on this weekend. i'll still burn my sunday!! but i wud most prob get off fer dat. (: things gg fine fer me at e moment. i hope it carries on.&lt;br /&gt;wasted 48 hrs of my life in camp sleepin my youth away. i'm gonna regret e time wasted in unit 10 yrs dwn e road lor. not enuff time fer my frens, my family and most imptly, my darling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywayz, this means dat i wud be able to see jan on sat. sometimes i wonder if i take up too much of her time... hey, if u have other plans like having to meet ur frens or wad must tell mi ok? dun neglect ur frens bcos of me hor.. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ya, spent ard 45 mins talkin to her juz now. u dunno wad effect dat has on me lor, i juz feel so much more... relaxed? i dun need many hrs of chattin with her actually , a lil while a day cud juz brighten up my day..haha. and yep..she's back at work now. hope she's doin fine..and those dumb managers can stop pickin on my princess...lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shit..juz gt msg frm ming di dat got OC parade tml at 730..gotta wake up early? lol.fuck. hope dat it'll be short and sweet ah..dun wanna sweat lor...and great..i sent my uniforms to e tailor. and i'm juz left with my fuck 4. damn...but i guess dats a valid reason for not puttin up my smartest 4?? we'll see..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its wed wed wed!! 1 more day to book out day. 2 more days to saturday. -winks-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time is passing so slowly...yawns&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440593-113637386146094767?l=nilsinelabore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilsinelabore.blogspot.com/feeds/113637386146094767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8440593&amp;postID=113637386146094767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440593/posts/default/113637386146094767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440593/posts/default/113637386146094767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilsinelabore.blogspot.com/2006/01/heh-heh.html' title='heh heh..'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796737587745731926</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-8440593.post-113622196231514772</id><published>2006-01-03T00:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T01:12:42.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>role play...----tourists</title><content type='html'>went out with JT and co. expecting fer lunch at hotel excelsior...turned out dat with no reservations, we couldn get seats, cos it was full house..lol. damn..singaporeans so rich ah? but heck la..shud have went in shorts...cos jt turned up in shorts and slippers???? for a meal at a hotel? a lil inappropriate..but i guess as long as wallet have money can le..who e fuck cares rite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den met jan at chinatown. rather interestinG..acting as tourists, exploring a place which we dun have any idea of. but e rain spoilt our plans..so we had to make other plans after awhile in chinatown. but of course..found out a lot of places to eat there. if free, next time can go try..lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yep...and we were sorta stranded, so we juz anyhow took a bus and stopped.lol..fun. den we decided to make do with e available buses at clarke quay to decide on our next destination. decided on 12..either make our way to tampines or my area-- upper east coast. had wanted to bring jan to try e big fish or grill fish or something la..heard its quite nice de..but oh wells, CLOSED ON MONDAYS..hell. and so, we started on adventure no.2--- making our way to east coast park. kinda shameful to say this but after staying her fer abt 15 yrs, i dun exactly know how to get to east coast park. brief idea only. so i dragged jan along on bus 11 there. kinda warm..not sure if she could take it. but nevertheless, i was happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ate at e giant food centre there. usual stuff..stingray,sotong and additional oyster omelette. but i love it..haha. den we walked and walked and walked all e way to marine cove for e bus. e rain spoilt everything, if not would be nice to juz sit ard and feel e breeze and talk. lol. anywayz, e bus ride home with jan just feels so fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time passes so fast. was reluctant to let her go home. but..oh wells. our 20th date huh? feels like i've known her fer ages.&lt;br /&gt;gonna sleep le...i'll miss u my dear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440593-113622196231514772?l=nilsinelabore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilsinelabore.blogspot.com/feeds/113622196231514772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8440593&amp;postID=113622196231514772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440593/posts/default/113622196231514772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440593/posts/default/113622196231514772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilsinelabore.blogspot.com/2006/01/role-play-tourists.html' title='role play...----tourists'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796737587745731926</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-8440593.post-113610849913842211</id><published>2006-01-01T17:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T17:41:39.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my cure...lol</title><content type='html'>just when i was gettin vexed..gettin sian. she came online.&lt;br /&gt;talked to me.&lt;br /&gt;and i cant teel u how much lighter my heart is feeling now.&lt;br /&gt;just feeling so much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally seen her blog le..after her lookin at mine fer quite some time. din wanna kaypo de. but since she gimme...i see lor. :p&lt;br /&gt;err..but one thingy i read...&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;edward makes a &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;good&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;temporary boyfriend&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;?!&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have been writing so much today..haha. guess this is gonna be e last for today.&lt;br /&gt;e first day of e year.&lt;br /&gt;a beginning for us. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy neW year pple!!! woohoo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHEERS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440593-113610849913842211?l=nilsinelabore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilsinelabore.blogspot.com/feeds/113610849913842211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8440593&amp;postID=113610849913842211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440593/posts/default/113610849913842211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440593/posts/default/113610849913842211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilsinelabore.blogspot.com/2006/01/my-curelol.html' title='my cure...lol'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796737587745731926</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-8440593.post-113609838911561666</id><published>2006-01-01T14:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T14:53:09.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ugh...wads wrong with me?</title><content type='html'>lol..i seriously think i got a bit of problem la..diin sleep a wink last night and i'm not feeling sleepy? wad e fuck. and could onli manage 1.5 hrs of sleep this morning. hell..is it my body? or is it just too many things in my mind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feelin weird..i wanna go out. when i have juz came home. i just cant keep my butt at home la..dunno y. and e prob is, i dun wanna call my frens, i'm only interested in meeting my darlinG. lol...wads up with me.&lt;br /&gt;i think e prob with mi now is dat i'm sian.. but dun feel like gg out..but definitely wun mind gg out with her..&lt;br /&gt;yupyup..dats wat i'm thinkin..haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are some things i want to say to her..but i dunno if i shud. heck..i'll see how..lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its been a few hrs only, its like i've juz seen her this morning la..and i'm missing her already. damn..i'm sinking in too deep le la...is this good? ....or bad. despite wad i'm feeling now, i wonder if she's feeling e same. LOL. guess she shud be too tired to think of so much now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wells, at least i got my wallpaper to look at if i'm missing her.  (:&lt;br /&gt;and i'm munching on e happy hippo chocs she's giving to mi.&lt;br /&gt;my handphone is full of her msgs.&lt;br /&gt;jan&lt;br /&gt;jan&lt;br /&gt;jan....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIAN. maybe i shud juz get ah guan out to play pool. but kinda not worth it to play today...damn!! wad can i do?????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440593-113609838911561666?l=nilsinelabore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilsinelabore.blogspot.com/feeds/113609838911561666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8440593&amp;postID=113609838911561666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440593/posts/default/113609838911561666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440593/posts/default/113609838911561666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilsinelabore.blogspot.com/2006/01/ughwads-wrong-with-me.html' title='ugh...wads wrong with me?'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796737587745731926</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-8440593.post-113607493600304413</id><published>2006-01-01T07:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T08:52:50.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy NeW yeaR ~</title><content type='html'>yep..i'm back home...just only..and yet to have my bath yet. but surprisingly, i'm not tired at all..quite energetic in fact. and since its still so early, i actually feel like gg out for a run now...LOL?! funny sia my body...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as expected, we din manage to get into MoS laz nite. and trust me, u can really get turned off by e queue..in fact e queue is sCARY!!! wah lao eh..all e way over e river..reach e road liao...and there's still ppl having hopes of gettin in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wasted a whole lot of money on transport today. depleted about 10 over bucks on my EZ link card juz to take train? wad e fuck..might as well cab rite? lol. yep..so we went over to chinablack instead. trust me, i actually had a hard time psychoing dem to black. no choice, i gotta go meet my dear darlinG. i promised her. i WILL do it. i dun make promises easily, but once i do, i'll hold it. i'm a man of my word. jun wei din join us, waited at MoS..great. cos he din get in before 12. so i went ahead with elias and his slightly despo fren Mc T...lol..even e name sounds weird. we reached early, lil ppl ard, atmosphere wasn up and Mc T was a lil pissed..and i was feelin guilty at first. and i was kinda glad jan and her frens were ard ? cos at least we won be like 3 guys dancing,weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but but but!! on e other hand, i was a lil pai sei with jan and her frens ard, i must have malu'ed myself with my awful dancing. so embarrassin lor... &gt;.&lt; ugh..shouldn have danced ard them la...SHIT. anyway, kinda shiok, cos i actually felt a lil giddy after a couple of drinks. had been some time...haha. too bad, elias isn into drinkin, or i'll try to get a bit drunk lor. Mc T was totally gone la, couldn even stand on his own. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but after today, i kinda realised dat i'm gettin worried about jan clubbin so often le. firstly , her heart hurts. today it seems dat she was sufferin frm so much pain, it hurts me to see so, and yet i couldn do anythin to help. :(&lt;br /&gt;2ndly, e pple ah...i guess i wasn dat worried before cos i din see it with my own eyes. or i guess it juz didn strike me when we are ard other gals. but i cant stand e idea of other guys tryin to ..ahem ahem. ya...and dat Ian fella ah..Argh..grind grind grind...fuck. juz go grind his own dick off a stone slab la...damn.&lt;br /&gt;and of course, jan asked mi if i was jealous if she kept dancing with edward, i wasn at first..but i wud be lyin if i said i wasn. in fact, after she asked me, i felt a tinge of jealousy in me. but wad can i do? its her fren ma..and also, blame it on me not being a good dancer? :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yep, accompanied jan home. i juz wanted to accompany her la..e roti prata thingy was juz an excuse..&lt;br /&gt;In fact, frankly speakin, i felt abit left out when she was leavinG with her frens ..but i guess yar la..after all its her frens ma..she cant neglect them also right? dunno how to explain also la...lol.&lt;br /&gt;had prata with elias den proceeded to e bus stop at abt 6. and we waited and waited and waited. NO sign of 168. and i tot 168 wasn operating. so we waited for like 45 mins and den we realised e first bus' arrival time was supposed to be at 651. lol..should have wasted more time at e prata place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ta da..here i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;overall, it was ok la..rather enjoyable..definitely better den last yr, with jan ard me..yup. but still....PAI SEI LA....argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder how jan's gonna survive today. church..den shoppin..den clubbin agn? i hope she doesn go. ( abit selfish? ) cos got ian ard too..and its a lil crazy la..to chiong 2 days in a row.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dear jan ah..plz take care. guess she shud be sleeping soundly now. maybe i shud call er rain fer her.&lt;br /&gt;- concentrates with eyes closed-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440593-113607493600304413?l=nilsinelabore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilsinelabore.blogspot.com/feeds/113607493600304413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8440593&amp;postID=113607493600304413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440593/posts/default/113607493600304413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440593/posts/default/113607493600304413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilsinelabore.blogspot.com/2006/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy NeW yeaR ~'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796737587745731926</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-8440593.post-113600495212961417</id><published>2005-12-31T12:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-31T13:06:10.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt;.&lt; so pai sei..haha</title><content type='html'>lol...guess who i saw when i was with jan on e bus ride to her home. her dad. yes..her DAD. wah lao eh..i was kinda stunned. :[] ... and we din even noe wad when he got on e bus..so... &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway..i juz sorta smiled weakly and gave a small wave. Hi~...lol. yep. but anywayz , it was an eventful day off. of course , e brainy one passed his Basic theory test. yup..dats me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before dat, i went to parkway for my haircut. psst..got one new hairstylist ..i muz admit , ta..she's rather pretty. and i kinda secrectly hoped dat she would be e one washing and cuttin my hair for me. but no..i knew i wouldn be dat lucky. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yep..den proceeded to bugis to meet jan. i was earlier..so i went walk walk and managed to but a shirt at topman. 69 bucks..but i kinda regretted it last night. dun tink i really liked it..and there was a nicer one at POA...cheaper too. lol..too late. and kinda pai sei la..i tink e salesgirl quite shy to measure my sleeve for alteration. my gosh..she shy for wad sia...i shud be shy lor..LOL. wad is she tinkin....so i just puffed one side of my cheek and gave e huh? look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and den jan arrived. she said she wannna go bugis street see see walk walk. i gotta admit i was quite surprised. my dear princess actually wanna go to bugis street? so packed , crowded , hot and a lil dirty? but when i saw her enthu look, i guess she was expectin it to b better. and yup..she was disappointed. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after basic theory, went to chomp chomp fer dinner. besides e oily smell stuck on our shirts..it was..YAY! good food. and of course..theres dis FAT BLACK BI*CH who doesn noe a single shit bout courtesy. i was standin rite in front of her and there she was, not givin a hell about it when one of e seats was occupied by her belongings.&lt;br /&gt;y cant she juz get back to little india?&lt;br /&gt;stingray, sotong, hokkien mee ( which wasn as great as b4 ) and my ultra large sugar can3!!!&lt;br /&gt;d3n jan brought mi to this ice cube place..which she went with jerry e day before...4 letters on e impression it gives mi..N I C E !! cool place. too bad, its at serangoon. rather inaccessible to mi la..lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yar..and e bus ride home... &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things gettin a lil hard to coordinate today. i aint shy to say, i'm a rather good planner, always plans ahead , thinks far , has backup plans and gets things going smoothly my way thru my plans. but fer today , e uncertainty of gettin into MoS sorts of screw up stuff..big time. but i'll sort it out. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nt being around fer KG this yr makes me feel bad. i kinda realised how lousy a buddy i was. nv ard fer him (sometimes )...but i got to noe many ppl will be gg fer e thingy today. so i guess my abscence wid be ok..and kg's urging me to spend time with my gf.&lt;br /&gt;BEST FRIENDS KNOW BEST. thanks guan. fer e kind understandinG. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dats all i have to say today. its gonna be another eventful day or rather night.&lt;br /&gt;wait fer my update ppl. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440593-113600495212961417?l=nilsinelabore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilsinelabore.blogspot.com/feeds/113600495212961417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8440593&amp;postID=113600495212961417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440593/posts/default/113600495212961417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440593/posts/default/113600495212961417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilsinelabore.blogspot.com/2005/12/so-pai-seihaha.html' title='&gt;.&lt; so pai sei..haha'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796737587745731926</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-8440593.post-113570085944830461</id><published>2005-12-28T00:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T00:34:44.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>closer. :)</title><content type='html'>juz back frm meeting my darling. i'm glad to say, we're gettin closer. :) and luckily , i think its all flowing naturally, great! :) dat kinda saves me frm being shy shy de..haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup..met at PS to watch chronicles of narnia. kinda glad she din go fer work today..lol. firstly, i get to spend more time with her.. 2ndly , we were able to catch e 6 o clock show. if not , i reckon we might have to got fer e 11 plus one..haha. not a bad movie, and with jan by my side , it all e more made it a better movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did a bit of window shoppin today. although i already have wad clothes to buy in mind , i kinda found 2 backup clothes for myself to buy in case i cant get e clothes i planned to buy. i kinda realised i have too many wants..its impossible to satisfy my hunger. sometimes i think its kind of unfortunate fer dad to have a son like me huh&gt;? but of course , i DO think before i spend..( n dats y i still have so many wants ) i always prioritise my stuff de lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den we had dinner at eclectic attire..oops..i meant eclectic attic. kinda interesting place. dinner in a furniture shop. cool huh? food was not bad, if not a lil oily. but e interesting thing was we took lotsa pictures. and she mischeviously took plenty of mine unnoticed too... naughty jan! haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yep..but too bad her dad wants her home due to unforseen circumstances..lol. however,, i guess it wasn too bad la..cos since it was still early , i could accompany her home and still get a bus home after dat. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like i said, i'm willing to do anything for her. or at least, i'll try my best. (:&lt;br /&gt;its been 2 hrs..and i'm missing u already..lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440593-113570085944830461?l=nilsinelabore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilsinelabore.blogspot.com/feeds/113570085944830461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8440593&amp;postID=113570085944830461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440593/posts/default/113570085944830461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440593/posts/default/113570085944830461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilsinelabore.blogspot.com/2005/12/closer.html' title='closer. :)'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796737587745731926</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-8440593.post-113566012782424782</id><published>2005-12-27T12:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T13:11:58.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm oN a BinGe..fat fat le</title><content type='html'>hey guys..i'm back le. i guess time just flies when u r golfing. a game of 18 holes would practically take up 3/4 of ur day le..unless u play real early in e morning. yep..my chrismas day and boxing day was over right in a blink an eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been some time since i have played at southlinks. e course had undergone some changes..but e greens suck now. my game sucked too..but i think it was still ok? probably cos i'm hitting rather long.. making it slightly easier. but i'm glad..i'm reaching e par 5s in 2 strokes rather den 3..dats very 'ego boosting'..hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back yest..had dinner at marina mandarin. its been hotel dining fer e past 3 meals at e different mandarins in s'pore. tho some of e vouchers had expired , there's still e 20 % off total bill for members. den i realised y..cos dad said he might not ne joining next year anymore. my mom is discouraging him frm joining..so i guess....haix. i noe kinda waste money la..but i like e idea of dining there..so shuang. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup..back to e dinner..it was an international buffet at aquamarine. and it was like so class la.,.e food were so beautiful dat i was a lil reluctant to eat it at first. and there were e fresh lobsters , scallops , crabs , sushi , and many others dat i dun really noe their name. juz lotsa food dat i never seen before. den e desserts, there were like dunno hw many types of cakes there , and cookies..and fondue..and ice cream. i cant help feeling like i was in heaven lor...haha&lt;br /&gt;althiugh i tried very hard to finish tasting all, it wasn possible. maybe half e types of food available.&lt;br /&gt;i'll try bring jan there one day..sometime next yr ba. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was missing jan right on e morning of christmas day le..its been like a few hrs only. e time span btwn after meeting her and when i start missing her is gettin shorter and shorter le. is it good or bad ? lol. i guess its kinda good fer her dat i'm missing her but tough on me? haha. but its good to noe she's missin me as well? :p&lt;br /&gt;of course..i'm missin her right now. seems dat she's not feelin very well. i hope she's fine. how can my princess fall sick?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm meeting her later..hooray! i hope time slows down fer us. really. time flies for us when we are together..even tho we arent doin anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotta prepare le..meeting her soon.chowZ. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440593-113566012782424782?l=nilsinelabore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilsinelabore.blogspot.com/feeds/113566012782424782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8440593&amp;postID=113566012782424782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440593/posts/default/113566012782424782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440593/posts/default/113566012782424782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilsinelabore.blogspot.com/2005/12/im-on-bingefat-fat-le.html' title='I&apos;m oN a BinGe..fat fat le'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796737587745731926</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-8440593.post-113543636220040418</id><published>2005-12-24T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T22:59:22.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>unpredictable.. :/  Merry Xmas</title><content type='html'>i knew it..thiings will tend to screw up.firstly , pubbin was cancelled . i made myself available den a whole lot of ppl who always wants me to go out suddenly came up with lotsa reasons to not go out tonight. wad e fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and fer ur info..i have been given four extras..yesterday. 1 by lt ron and 3 by sgt andy? to hell with andy man..fuck him. anyway..i am damn pissed with my stupidity dat i actually followed xiao bai's idea of gg back bunk to wait fer our assessment. and looked wad happened...we pissed nava off so badly, din have our assessment.. and picked up 4 extras. fuck..i dun care. i'll get myself outta it or i will try to delay e extras. damn..even in 36..no matter hw much i play punk..nobody gives mi extras..nobody. and if fuckin andy doesn review this matter..den its e last straw. he won expect anything extra outta me ... i will only do my stuff and fuck care about all other stuff. and i'll start appealin to be placed back in 36. to hell with them being short handed and all..i'm there to help them and i have to put up with all this shit. FUCK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to meet my dear jan yest, after her work. we finally wen to e choc cafe! MAX BRENNER"S CHOC BAR. its superb. it kinda felt like a choc feast le..we each had hot choc mug , and choc fondue and choc licks ... i tell ya..its heavenly. but its a pity we cant really finish everything. ( or did we ) and its not very expensive..still ok. so i guess one of these days when i am having a craving for chocs, i might b headin dwn there agn. with my darling of course. (:&lt;br /&gt;den we went strolling around e esplanade..den to fullerton. we walked and talked and walked and talked..and of course..ee pictures! :D  such a simple activity actually brought me so much joy. i guess its bcos of e company. yep..and we wnt home at abt 2? first time i stayed out so late with jan. guess many other more chances in future . dun u agree ? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;umm..yeah..back to today. yep..woke up ard 8 plus to send sis to e national stadium fer her stupid gym training before proceeding for our dim sum. i dunno, must b e chocs last night, i think i must have woke up smiling la..and i couldn eat much..cos i was stll full? lol. yep..den met jan in town in e afternoon. sorta got stuck in heeren cos of e rain. den procceded to plaza singapura's gelare for our waffle! yum yums..slurps. i can still imagine how delicious it was. even more with her ard. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eric called to say he was grounded. not allowed to go town for a week? lol..wad rubbish. and he actually allowed himself to be?!&lt;br /&gt;den elias called to say he wanna meet me at 10 tonight. dat was when my darling have left me and when i was heading for dinner with my family. Great..and wad was i supposed to do frm 7 plus till 10? and i'm alone fer goodness sake..i just cant imagine myself strollin ard orchard in btwn crowds on a christmas eve ..ALONE. yep..so i called it off..and here i am.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yep..met dad and mom at mandarin hotel again..fer dinner. dunno wads into them..finding an addiction to dine there? lol. yep..but its kinda stupid la..cos e prices of e food in e menu actually has increased significantly since last week? juz bcos its christmas eve..wad e fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm kinda tired now..not sure y. and i'm so sian dat i'm at home now. i really want to join jan at indochine. kinda worried. but..haix.. i suppose i cant today. dad is sure to be unhappy dat i'll be leavin home once i get back. shouldn have came back lor...sian. and i juz received her msg tellin me dat she's a lil scared and even now, on e bus , someone is trying to get to noe her ? hell...she havent replied me yet.if anything is gonna crop up..i'll cab right down. i'm feeling kinda useless right nw.. :(&lt;br /&gt;sorry my dear , pls forgive me. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway..merry X mas ppl..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;it was a mere 4 hrs..but it was kinda enough for this christmas. it made up for all my screwed up plans and all. e joy you bring to mi, it hard to put into words. u gotta feel it. do u? i'm really happy today. and i'm missing you already. hope u miss me too. :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;p.s&lt;/strong&gt;     &lt;em&gt;dun believe e book. i only have eyes for you. :) Hugs&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/8440593-113543636220040418?l=nilsinelabore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilsinelabore.blogspot.com/feeds/113543636220040418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8440593&amp;postID=113543636220040418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440593/posts/default/113543636220040418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440593/posts/default/113543636220040418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilsinelabore.blogspot.com/2005/12/unpredictable-merry-xmas.html' title='unpredictable.. :/  Merry Xmas'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796737587745731926</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-8440593.post-113526162582355137</id><published>2005-12-22T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T22:27:05.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>call me corporal!</title><content type='html'>i'm a corporal le. :) finally..can don up everything at one go le..rank, marksman  and ippt badge.&lt;br /&gt;but e sad thing is , i was actually promoted last week.. but no one at 36 even bothered to inform e 6 of us here at 39. and Wj had to call them yest before we knew. looks like it doesn matter if we are goin back or not. they have forgotten about us le...lol. or they juz dun bother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went for lesson with luke agn yest.,.gosh..no improvement, it sorta got worse..in another way. lol..die. i dun even feel like gg to indonesia this wkend le... den met up with jan fer dinner. ate at this place in amk central before taking bus 25 home. at first jan said she wants to accompany me...i tot she meant waiting for my bus. but she actually accompanied mi thru e whole bus ride on 25. i was kinda shocked..but touched. dats so sweet of her la...even tho she was so tired. i mean..actually it should be e guy doing dat ?! shame shame... :(  yep..and jan paid fer e meal,..lol. i dunno leh..sometimes i want to pay de or i dun wanna accept money frm jan after i have paid..but..i'm afraid she might be unhappy leh..i dunno la..lol. i think she doesn like ba..dunno..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yep..slacked e whole day today. like wad jan said.. sleep , get food and get paid...lol. dats quite true to a certain extent. but i'm sacrificing a bit of freedom lei! haha..&lt;br /&gt;had CO evening cum X mas dinner just now. quite nice dinner and had delicious log cake, puffs and ice cream! was so damn full lor..den when i got home , i still ate tangyuan. die..i'm like going on a binge lor..haha. later i too fat jan dun wan me le..hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tentatively going fer 5 ton with trailer assessment test tomorrow morning. den bookin out at 12. Half day off! :D too bad jan's workin. but ok..i'll go work on my newly adjusted swing..to make sure i won fare too badly in indonesia and blow my temper out in e golf course there...lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kinda tired..dunno why. maybe its bcos i'm very full? or bcos i din manage to fall asleep in camo today? i dunno..maybe i'll just try to sleep early tonight. festive wkend. :) tentatively gg pubbing with elias during X mas eve..i dunno hw i'm gonna do it..but i'm expecting myself to be heading home right after countdown. go home get a couple of hrs of slp before proceeding to indonesia e nxt morning. and maybe try to ask jan out durin noon ? haix..easy to plan..but u never know..life is unpredictable. hope i won have to replan. :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440593-113526162582355137?l=nilsinelabore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilsinelabore.blogspot.com/feeds/113526162582355137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8440593&amp;postID=113526162582355137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440593/posts/default/113526162582355137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440593/posts/default/113526162582355137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilsinelabore.blogspot.com/2005/12/call-me-corporal.html' title='call me corporal!'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796737587745731926</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-8440593.post-113510222014028721</id><published>2005-12-21T01:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T02:10:20.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tired..like a shaggy dog</title><content type='html'>so tired..could have slept in camp e whole morning..but i juz couldn get myself to fall asleep. yeah..and so i juz lied there..thinkin of lotsa of things. i am still as happy as i was on sunday night. how i wish this feeling could just go on forever. puppy love..haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yup..i dunno why, prob bcos i was too bo liao..but suddenly jeremy sorta got into my head while i was lying on my bed? why ? is it bcos i see him as a threat..? no no no..cant be..hw can he threaten me ? and i trust her. (: but if he really wants to date jan on 6th of jan , den i guess i would more or less be a lil worried la..wad wud u expect from a guy who wants to pick up someone frm her house when he never ever met her in person before? and his bike..dangerous la... juz hope he dun do stupid things..&lt;br /&gt;bo liao life in camp..start thinkin of bo liao stuff..think too much sia..LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just arrived home juz now frm grandma's death anniversary ceremony/ritual ..wadeva la.. kinda sian. but i gotta go thru it la..i respect the dead. was fighting e Z monster while e things were goin on. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i went there, i could feel and see e bewildered looks on most ppl's face. i can tell dat many of em couldn recognise me at first. den ppl came up sayin i look younger la..look better la..etc.&lt;br /&gt;of course.. i feel flattered..but on e other hand..it made me think..did i really look dat bad last time? lol&lt;br /&gt;den my sis told  my cousin to stop praising me..cos she's boosting my already high ego.. LOL...my sis lei..and she act said dat..haiyo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and den..it kinda set mi thinkin agn..when i was kinda bored.. it was actually thru NS dat i gained back my sec schooldays confidence and in fact much more confidence. e betrayal and backstabbing during JC actually left mi kinda disappointed and drained of trust and confidence. yup..my BMT mates got mi to place trust back in friends..as in ya..to make new frens..and i was sorta e centre of attratction then..( actually now too ) cos of e bullshit, pranks and basically fun i brought to them..yup..and dats y i actually dared to sorta get to noe jan then. and it was actually thru NS which made me change my image ( as in my hair and all )..so i asked myself a quest. if i din change my hairstyle and all and still looked like when i was in jc , wud jan still accept me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL..I AM SO BO LIAO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sleep sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nite dear. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440593-113510222014028721?l=nilsinelabore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilsinelabore.blogspot.com/feeds/113510222014028721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8440593&amp;postID=113510222014028721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440593/posts/default/113510222014028721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440593/posts/default/113510222014028721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilsinelabore.blogspot.com/2005/12/tiredlike-shaggy-dog.html' title='tired..like a shaggy dog'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796737587745731926</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-8440593.post-113492826716946089</id><published>2005-12-19T01:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T02:17:58.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy happy happy.. (:</title><content type='html'>u can still see mi grinning to myself right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunno wad to say..but i'm sure glad i managed to pop up e quest today. no doubt its not e way i wanted..but i did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can still vividly remember cases where i lost my guts and juz let girls go like dat. e case of Ed, i onli manged to clarify our feelings before a few yrs later on and dat was when every bit of dat feeling is gone. i juz let her slip by.&lt;br /&gt;den e case of e 2 good frens , A and M... i was kinda sure both of em kinda liked me..but, i din have e guts to ask. and again..i let em go..juz like dat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dats y tonight, or rather last night , i was determined to make it clear. i'm not gonna let her slip by me. i'm glad i did..and i was so happy dat she said YES. those words juz sent butterflies in my stomach..heart..wadeva.&lt;br /&gt;so yar..if u are reading this, u prob noe why i was determined to ask u. i reckoned if i just wait , i won pop up e question and we prob will go on like dis forever ?! and i might juz let u slip past mi too..no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad i asked. and i'm elated to hear u say YES.&lt;br /&gt;guess its abt time fer u to find out more good points abt me... (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;see how happy i am? u asked mi whether i would be able to sleep if u said no or if u didn reply.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;i think either way , be it a yes or a no..i still wouldn be able to sleep. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440593-113492826716946089?l=nilsinelabore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilsinelabore.blogspot.com/feeds/113492826716946089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8440593&amp;postID=113492826716946089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440593/posts/default/113492826716946089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440593/posts/default/113492826716946089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilsinelabore.blogspot.com/2005/12/happy-happy-happy.html' title='Happy happy happy.. (:'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796737587745731926</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-8440593.post-113478751984827112</id><published>2005-12-17T10:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-17T10:45:19.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mornInG!</title><content type='html'>back frm camp. :) duty yest was so sian..warrant elaine worked OT yest nite..and made me her 'personal office boy' ...lol. had to arrange , photostat and staple docs for her..lol..e photostating part was so ultimately tedious. she had ard 50 diff docs which had 3 pieces per doc. and i have to print 4 copies of each doc. sounds confusing right? dats y..imagine doing it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dads angry with sis..i dunno over wad.. my mom doesn noe too..and my sis herself doesn noe as well...dad..bad temper..weird temper..haix. so celebration fer sis b'day tonight...will it still be on? lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a weird dream last night.. i dreamt dat jan was migrating or smth..den she told mi..and i sorta cried and refuse to let go of her hand?!? lol..wad was i dreaming of..funny..haha. must be e channel 8 drama last night la..lol.&lt;br /&gt;or is it because e last thing i see before i sleep is her message and e first thing i see when i wake up is also her message. which means my mind wud b thinkin of her before i sleep and reminded of her e first i wake up.&lt;br /&gt;but i dun wanna have such a dream anymore..i hate sad dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;din go to e gym juz now..lol..too sian to do so. but i went to train my pull ups last evening..not bad..wasn as bad as i tot. could still manage my old standard...of course..with a lil difficulty..haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440593-113478751984827112?l=nilsinelabore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilsinelabore.blogspot.com/feeds/113478751984827112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8440593&amp;postID=113478751984827112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440593/posts/default/113478751984827112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440593/posts/default/113478751984827112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilsinelabore.blogspot.com/2005/12/morning.html' title='mornInG!'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796737587745731926</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-8440593.post-113447158993997522</id><published>2005-12-13T18:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T20:16:13.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SLACK SLACK..</title><content type='html'>duty on sunday wasn dat bad..time passed much faster den i tot...but very irritated..cos i COULDN fall aslp even tho i slept only ard 2 hrs plus e nite b4...so i was on e tv e whole day..frm kids central to star awards to chi serial dramas... LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yest wasn dat bad..slack slack..couldn rmb wad i did..so i guess its nuthin. had a short game of bball with junyong and guys after dinner. a lil rusty..but could still play..so wasn dat bad.. :) den chatted in e canteen after i had my bath. kinda nice to see dem agn..after all..i suffered 1 month of chemical defence training with dem. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a rather lng chat with jan at nite..feels kinda good to chat with her on e phone again. i dunno why , but i was actually smiling to myself when i knew dat i was gg to tok to jan on e phone. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one part of our conversation was on this fren of hers called edward or smth..this guy, according to her description.. i think is kinda like me.. lol. i guess i'm quite good at ermm.. pickin girls up to make friends or sweet talking ( accordin to ppl ) wadeva la..but dats dat. i suck at relationships..i really do. its always up to a certain pt where i wud get sorta lost. dunno wad to do.... and i tot i was e only one..so now i noe..theres another person like me..lol.&lt;br /&gt;thinkin back..its been 5 yrs since my last relationship. ( which i tink is too short to be one) time flies..doesn seem dat long to me. :p haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up at 10 today to have breakfast at e canteen. den went back to slp agn till 1. and did some check on e vehicles before proccedin for our early book out at 1530 !! so shuang..juz hope i won have detail tml and HOPEFULLY , tml and thurs wud b OFF days! den can sorta put dis wk to an end asap..cant wait fer e weekends... and its only tues... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have realised dat i have been quite used to receivin jans msgs daily ...i dun noe hw to explain la.. as in laz wk..i tried to leave my hp in bunk for charging and those 2 hrs were quite...i duno leh..juz felt dat i had to check if jan had msged me or not even tho e phone wasn with me..&lt;br /&gt;............i guess its juz dat i'm lookin forward to her msgs everyday.&lt;br /&gt;but...why?&lt;br /&gt;............... i noe e answer le. it juz puts a smile on my face. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wonder hws she's doin at work today. haven heard frm her since dis morning..&lt;br /&gt;ermm..funny to say dis but.. i sorta have a feelin dat she had overslept or smth and failed to turn up for wrk?&lt;br /&gt;nah..cant be..haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440593-113447158993997522?l=nilsinelabore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilsinelabore.blogspot.com/feeds/113447158993997522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8440593&amp;postID=113447158993997522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440593/posts/default/113447158993997522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440593/posts/default/113447158993997522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilsinelabore.blogspot.com/2005/12/slack-slack.html' title='SLACK SLACK..'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796737587745731926</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-8440593.post-113419718090683325</id><published>2005-12-10T14:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-10T14:52:43.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ermm... :)</title><content type='html'>this thing dat happened yest suddenly sorta dawned on me..almost 4got abt it le..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yest..while we were walking past this area in marina square where there were plenty of bridal stores , this man frm one of e stores approached me n jan and started his 'promotion'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;strarted askin mi like u in e army ah? i replied yes and he wnt like ' look at u i can tell le..'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wad e fuck..i dun wanna look like an army boy!! lol,..i am trying hard not to..but e fact is i am. but he tot i was a regular..siao..as if i wld sign on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den he went like 'your girlfriend ah? ' i could feel e pai sehness gushing into me and frm jan. she was speechless and kept smiling and blushing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den he went on to jan ..' this guy got good mannerism..very polite..very good guy. next time u all get married rmb to come here hor. '&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol...kinda embarrassin fer both of us but..on e other hand..i'm happy dat someone thinks dat we look like a couple?? .......i dunno if dat wads i'm feelin.. feelins are hard to put into words..but somehow..e idea is there la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bookin in by 8 tml mornin..haix..my sunday..gonna spend it in e ultimately boring camp..lol. :(&lt;br /&gt;a damn long week for me..book in on sun , book out on sat..FUCK. damn mark. bastard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440593-113419718090683325?l=nilsinelabore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilsinelabore.blogspot.com/feeds/113419718090683325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8440593&amp;postID=113419718090683325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440593/posts/default/113419718090683325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440593/posts/default/113419718090683325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilsinelabore.blogspot.com/2005/12/ermm.html' title='ermm... :)'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796737587745731926</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-8440593.post-113419008835583222</id><published>2005-12-10T12:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-10T12:48:08.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>See mi spittinG fire!!!</title><content type='html'>So SO SO happy yesterday..cos i met jan fer dinner yest! feels so good to see her..and exceptionally GOOD when e very first person u see after a weeks of suffering is jan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanted to eat at People Say but turned out dat its sorta a sandwiche place (shit..did i spell sandwiche correctly? or shud it b sandwhich ? ) damn..wadever la.. yup..and we actually din mind eating there de...  so we were waitin to be seated at e entrance and waited and waited...finally, an attendent walked up to us and showed us to our table of 2. and u noe wad she told us ? ' just to let you know, our place is like any other cafe , free seatin.. you can place your orders at e counter. ' LOL..rather funny sia..and a wee bit pai seh..but anyway , din eat there cos we couldn find anything we wanted to eat at dat moment. and so, we left..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jan suggested thai express..so we walked all e way back to citilink to find a bloody long queue awaitin us..and so i suggested kenny rogers...turned out to b e same..so we walked one round ard e area and decided on n.y.d.c . I had my dynamite pizza and was damn glad dat i din ask for e super duper extra hot dynamite..cos e dynamite was enuff to have mi spittin fire!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boy...i gotta treat my frens to dat dynamite some day... had intended to share with jan but a quarter of it was almost driving jan to tears !! well , e pizza tastes good..so i'm sorta enjoying and suffering at e same time.. cool pizza..hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had wanted to go to e choc bar at esplanade after dat..but first it was crowded. secondly , jan had no camera..and THIRDLY , i had only 14 bucks left...boy , y dun i have enuff common sense to go draw money everytime i come outta camp? this is like e 2nd time i had to find an ATM when i'm with jan. so its like i couldn find one ard esplanade and juz decided to postpone e visit there.&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyway , enjoyed talkin outside esplanade..nice river , nice quiet environment , nice stars ( there were like 2 ? ) umm..everything will be nice la..due to e company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh yar...saw a crazy man shouting at his gf/wife or wadeva..siao eh..how can he do dat sia..so freakin ungentlemanly and its like...haiya dunno..HOW CAN HE DO DAT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wells..jan's startin work today. and recieved a msg dat she couldn slp well last night and she's havin a fever.. man..i'm kinda worried. first , i tink e job's tough and her condition of health...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope she gets better. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440593-113419008835583222?l=nilsinelabore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilsinelabore.blogspot.com/feeds/113419008835583222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8440593&amp;postID=113419008835583222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440593/posts/default/113419008835583222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440593/posts/default/113419008835583222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilsinelabore.blogspot.com/2005/12/see-mi-spitting-fire.html' title='See mi spittinG fire!!!'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796737587745731926</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-8440593.post-113404664124302511</id><published>2005-12-08T20:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T20:57:21.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sian..sudden urge to...CLUB?</title><content type='html'>haix..it seems dat even tho i dun really like to go clubbin , i have been having dis urge to do so this wk...must b after hearin janyz's account of her ny party which got that thing in me awakening again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haix..dat means dad n mom will b unhappy again..like dun drink too much la.,.dun go smoke la and bla bla bla... hmm..but i doubt they gotta worry.. 1st of all , i wun b dat dumb to get myself hung up on cigarettes...secondly..i am quite a good drinker... yupx..i think i am.,..lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotta promise myself at 2 club at least 2 times b4 e end of e yr. i wanna go club momo dis sat leh...stupid duty on sunday..for goodness sake...SUNDAY!! and i have yet to go double O with chong n rondy..even tho i promised dem..lol. and i sorta promised jun wei n elias dat i will go with dem too...and donkey KAI..and eric..so many ppl to chiong with..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so little time to spare..wad e fuck..will b burning more wkends in 39..gosh..i wanna get outta dat place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have bn sittin in e damn hot n stuffy rover since 645 yest till evening..den was supposes to cover safety today as well..damn..stupid Mark...plan detail until liddat..dumb ass. arrogant fark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i aint feelin dat bad in camp now..still feeling bad..but NOT DAT bad...u get wad i mean? prob cos i'm getting more used to e life dere or prob due to jan's msgs which nv fails to leave me feelin much more light hearted den b4. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am beginnin to believe wad sgt yixiang tol mi when i was in BMT back durin e tekong days.. U WILL NOE WHO UR TRUE FRIENDS ARE IN E ARMY..its damn true. i have seen kennet's ugly side for 3 times within this week. i dun wanna waste space and my time to elaborate. but no choice..dun like also stil gotta smile at him and act like nuthin hav happened after an argument..after all..still gtta wrk together de..especially nw..when onli got 6 of us there.. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMN...Wad is e world comin to..FUCKERS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its been only 5 days since i laz seen u..feels like 5 weeks le..kinda miss ya..even more when one is leading a boring life.... lol.. maybe. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440593-113404664124302511?l=nilsinelabore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilsinelabore.blogspot.com/feeds/113404664124302511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8440593&amp;postID=113404664124302511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440593/posts/default/113404664124302511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440593/posts/default/113404664124302511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilsinelabore.blogspot.com/2005/12/siansudden-urge-toclub.html' title='Sian..sudden urge to...CLUB?'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796737587745731926</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-8440593.post-113386808487159671</id><published>2005-12-06T19:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T19:26:04.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Plz enrol mi in IMH..i'm gg crazy....</title><content type='html'>AAaaaaaaaaAAAAAAHHHHhhhhhhhhhhhhHHHHHHHHH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 days..juz 2 days stayin in at 39 SCE...i'm gonna go cuckoo soon...it so damn sian. and i have a conclusion which i haven finalised yet. basically..i tink i'm sian not b'cos i got nuthing to do..unlike in 36. i luv slackin..but even slackin makes me feel sick there...every second there..i HATE it!!!&lt;br /&gt;e place is so...i dunno..feels like a prison. and it sorta SUCKS THE HAPPINESS OUTTA U ..juz like e dementors in e harry potter series. i feel like a lifeless zombie nw. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night, its even worse..not much pple in camp..feel so deserted. and not much pple to tok to except e 6 of us. e other drivers juz wasn in our league..e ah bengs and all..haix...dey were smokin in e bunk and e bunk was sorta covered in smoke..like some undergrnd gambling den. and man.. i was tryin to sleep. FUUUUUCK!&lt;br /&gt;but over all they r quite ok pple..but..juz not in our league la.. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yup./..even e mess feels so sian..without a proper antenna..cant even watch programs properly... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND..WORST OF E WORST.. i arrived in camp yest to learn dat i will be on duty this sun and next fri! dat means i will burn my sunday and a lil bit of my sat...DAMN IT!! :(&lt;br /&gt;looks like i have no choice but to withdraw frm e president's cup this sun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been stonin almost all e time fer yest and today. wen jing and e rest were kept busy with e 5 ton with trailers le..while mi and ken are still waitin fer 5 ton assesment..frm e fastest..i'm e slowest now..haix. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starin into space has set mi thinkin into some stuff. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i realised dat while i was thinkin of her most of e time..y is dat so ?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;its been only 2 days... why why Y?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i hope i can go back to selarang camp real soon..i cannot tahan le..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling so miserable....&lt;br /&gt;someone ...pull mi out of this sorrowful pit.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440593-113386808487159671?l=nilsinelabore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilsinelabore.blogspot.com/feeds/113386808487159671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8440593&amp;postID=113386808487159671' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440593/posts/default/113386808487159671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440593/posts/default/113386808487159671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilsinelabore.blogspot.com/2005/12/plz-enrol-mi-in-imhim-gg-crazy.html' title='Plz enrol mi in IMH..i&apos;m gg crazy....'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796737587745731926</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>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
