<?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-3256034104096233948</id><updated>2012-02-16T19:01:54.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahbi</title><subtitle type='html'>Around here, however, we don’t
Look backwards for long.

We keep moving forward, opening new doors

Doing new things, thus became curious.

And curiosity leads us down new paths to explore more.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aibilife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256034104096233948/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aibilife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256034104096233948/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Aibi</name><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>164</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256034104096233948.post-1718351215365012371</id><published>2009-04-06T00:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T00:47:35.515+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love my Da Ges</title><content type='html'>Meet up with my Da Ges for dinner today!! Wooo... Beeeeen a yr since we met up.  Went Marina Square for Hotpot. Nice and fun gathering. We had lots to talk, lots to share.  Just me and Yuan, our topics were mainly just CARS!!! I dun understand why he love cars so much! I love going out with them.  Cuz they gave me the protection and security.  They gave me the feeling of being a women once again.  Allowing me to let em have my bags, helping me with whatever I want, picking me up and sending me home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went and had a game of bowling. Nice one!! After a game, Geylang for durain.  Thats insane! Da Ge promised to treat us.  13 durians for 5 of us, just after a heavy dinner.  Ate 10 and the rest 3, packed back and eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll meet up soon! Again!!!! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;To Trust&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3256034104096233948-1718351215365012371?l=aibilife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aibilife.blogspot.com/feeds/1718351215365012371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3256034104096233948&amp;postID=1718351215365012371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256034104096233948/posts/default/1718351215365012371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256034104096233948/posts/default/1718351215365012371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aibilife.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-love-my-da-ges.html' title='I love my Da Ges'/><author><name>Aibi</name><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-3256034104096233948.post-3380787553572897981</id><published>2009-03-26T11:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T11:21:20.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day ! in Gold Coast</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Well Well... Here I am, in Australia Gold Coast! Hmm.... 7 and a half hours of flight, IS DAMN TIRING!!! Especially when u fly at night and spend night on plane. SQ just cant stop feeding us. First, came the peanuts, follow by drink. Less than half an hour, dinner of pork with rice or chicken in red wine with rice.  Less than 15mins, ice-cream is served! I AM SO DAMN FREAKING FULL!!! Movie all the way till 2am.. Sleep for 2hours, and continue with my movie again. At 4am, they served their continential breakfast! Fruits with salad. I ate the both meals.  Not wanting to feel hungry when I land. I was lucky to sit in aisle, with no one beside me. Manage to stretch my leg and sleep. But on the extreme right, there's one ang mo. He dun mind me sleeping in tt position.  Smiling and said, go ahead, pls.  Landing Australia Brisbane airport at 6.35am.  Which is Singpapore 4.35am.  With all the luggage, everything, its 8am. Rented a car and a 2hr drive to Gold Coast.  Its super sunny! But the breeze is COLD! Staying at Holiday Inn, with no aircon, cuz of the cool, chilling weather. Its 18Deg. Just like staying in air-con for whole of the week. I love this place! Paradise surfer's beach is just next to my hotel.  Cool huh! This place has everything of beach-wear.  Just had my Chilli Bug and fresh oyster for lunch. Oyster was super duper fresh and its not huge in size like Singapore. And, back to hotel to get my assignment done soon and continue with my fun!! I AM GOING TO MAKE SURE I HAVE ENOUGH OF FUN HERE BEFORE I RETURN BACK! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;To Trust&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3256034104096233948-3380787553572897981?l=aibilife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aibilife.blogspot.com/feeds/3380787553572897981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3256034104096233948&amp;postID=3380787553572897981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256034104096233948/posts/default/3380787553572897981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256034104096233948/posts/default/3380787553572897981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aibilife.blogspot.com/2009/03/day-in-gold-coast.html' title='Day ! in Gold Coast'/><author><name>Aibi</name><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-3256034104096233948.post-1667368386710373904</id><published>2009-03-21T16:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T16:59:06.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exam blueees!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Examz Examz Examz! You can feel the difference in your body when comes to examzzz.. All the illness, all the sickness, the headache, the gastric, the cough, the flu, everything starts hitting u at one time.  And some, even went and scratch their scalp till it bleeds. -.-  Ladies, not a good thing to do huh! It will become a habit and soon, before you know,  you alrdy have a bald part on ur head! Time to visit Yun Nan or Beijing 101!!! So, STOP! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Examz still on till Weds..... I hate it!  Having my goodnight rest for only 3hours. This is definitely NOT enough for me! Usually after exam, I will locked myself in the room and sleep for straight 3days! Hanging a note of DND and of cuz, let my dad know.  Else he thought am dead. Into deep deep sleep.. Surviving on just water, waking up for toilet breaks.  Killing all my brain cells and a way to go into diet.  Say me insane, say me pig! Whatever! I just looooove to sleep! Due to not enough of sleep, lose in appetite, I almost faint on the escalator. This is so damn embarrassing.  I was standing on escalator, not holding hand rail and falling backwards. Scare the hell out of the guy behind me! Before I can fall backward, I held onto the railing. That was close! Else I would be walking home, maybe with a broken skull!, MCs all the way, cancelling my trip, with 6 modules to take next semester, and before sitting for exams, I've already breakdown and maybe jumped down. Shit me! I cant take stresses..  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Going for a short holiday after exam.  Australia!! Didnt know going to Aust is such a headache.  Applying for Visa!! Thought this has to be done only when visiting to U.S?? Hmm.. I found a new way of applying without even going down to Australia Embassy!! Do it online! But with a heavy charges. 39US.. -.-  Expensive!! Ha! Assignment.  Bringing my lappie and do it on air! Wow!! My assignment is done on air!! (-.-)  2 days of in hotel rushing assignment and the next 5days, out for shopping!! Wooooo!!! Cant wait and I want diving!! I mean it! I wan my compressed air sooo sooo damn fucking badly!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;To Trust&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3256034104096233948-1667368386710373904?l=aibilife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aibilife.blogspot.com/feeds/1667368386710373904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3256034104096233948&amp;postID=1667368386710373904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256034104096233948/posts/default/1667368386710373904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256034104096233948/posts/default/1667368386710373904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aibilife.blogspot.com/2009/03/exam-blueees.html' title='Exam blueees!'/><author><name>Aibi</name><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-3256034104096233948.post-7413687632116178408</id><published>2009-03-10T17:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T18:13:23.464+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Time for me to do some updating! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Been feeling rather lethargic these few days.  Sleeping at 2am and waing at 3pm.  Too much of sleeping.. And I've become a lazy pig!  Few night back, sleeping at 4am.  Guess what am I doing?? I was catching Cockroaches!! WTH!! I was just going to kitchen to get drinks and I saw smth huge flying! Following and this cockroaches flies! This means, its pregnant!! Passing by the living room, asked Bi to catch it. HE IS...... =x  He's more afraid of that insect than me!! (-.-)  I cant stand him! Allowing the dirty thing to crawl around the house and suddenly, disappear!! ITS IN MY ROOM!! (-.-)  Bout to scream at his face! Its 3am!! Cant he just catch it, throw it and we sleep? 1hour in my room, searching for that bloody dirty thing. Pulling out bed, every shitty corners has been flipped. I'm dead tired! Usually my six sense again! I found it! Torch light shine into the eye, making tt dirty thing go blind, on my vacuum and in it goes!!! Sucked it in!! Newspaper to stuck at the entrance of the vacuum.  Ignored it till next morning. Still inside the vaccuum.  At night, it came out!!! Chase tt smelly fellow and suck it back in again. This time, we throw the whole bag into the dustbin.  This huge smelly dirty fellow, has his survivor wills. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Reading a print out from Bi's gang last night. The place where we went at KL for boat race, water is advise to leave it UNTOUCHABLE!! Its deadly polluted and that might be the reason why Bi and gang are sick. Cuz they got splashed by the water! Woooo! When Govert says water to be left untouchable, means its really really really BAD!! No wonder there's lotsa monitor lizards around. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Brother got himself a coss-breed chiwawah... The little fellow is only 2years old, and looks exactly like a fox!! Imagine a smaller version of fox face and body!! Went back home and be his nanny.  Feeding with treats as I'm still a stranger to him and soon, he followed me to toilet! TIME FOR SHOWER!! Super obedient. Hands up, means hands up. Head up, he lift up his head and allow me to scrap for him. Drying up, powering and lastly, his perfume!!  Bro named him Kelian. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Went to BBDC today, passed all my thoery!! Cant wait to tell my instructor this.  Bi is rather upset. Cuz he's going to have the stupid P plate sticked on both his of car!! Which he hate it the most!    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;To Trust&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3256034104096233948-7413687632116178408?l=aibilife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aibilife.blogspot.com/feeds/7413687632116178408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3256034104096233948&amp;postID=7413687632116178408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256034104096233948/posts/default/7413687632116178408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256034104096233948/posts/default/7413687632116178408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aibilife.blogspot.com/2009/03/tired.html' title='Tired'/><author><name>Aibi</name><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-3256034104096233948.post-3452213406957345060</id><published>2009-03-03T20:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T21:35:36.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TLC</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Yaya... Assignment.. I hate ASM!! I hate it!!! I rather has written exam than all these stupid assignment!! Singapore Courts limited company.. I dunno whether its alive or dead!!! I can hardly find any information bout the company! Maybe just one or 2 sites.  I'm going to kill myself if this assignment is not done soon!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;And these few days, I've become a demanding girl.  Talked to Bi.. I am a lady, who wants all the TLC by man, rather than ME, who gives in with all the TLC.  I expect him to:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Treat me better, than me treating him extremely good, like last time.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Him buying dinner back for me rather than I buy for him and wait for him to come back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Him massage for me, take things for me rather than I do everything for him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Want him to blanket for me when I sleep, but end up, i had no blanket.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Maybe because a long time of giving in, its bout time for him to give in.  He's still not used to it, saying I'll become a bad lady in future if he continues to be this good. -.- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;To Trust&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3256034104096233948-3452213406957345060?l=aibilife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aibilife.blogspot.com/feeds/3452213406957345060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3256034104096233948&amp;postID=3452213406957345060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256034104096233948/posts/default/3452213406957345060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256034104096233948/posts/default/3452213406957345060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aibilife.blogspot.com/2009/03/tlc.html' title='TLC'/><author><name>Aibi</name><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-3256034104096233948.post-520134767233064618</id><published>2009-03-01T21:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T21:57:28.225+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little updates</title><content type='html'>Been a whileeeee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes.. Lotsa things happened in these period.. I had a crazy days with my crazy ladies, met with friends whom I know since Sec and Primary, and met up with him since I last seen him, 2yrs ago..  I had pink floyds shooter, Grey groove vodka.. All these makes me to have a terrible gastric right after I returned back home.. Last for 2 days. Been chewing on my gastric pills.  Thats BAD!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, boating is still on every sunday.  Today, was the scariest ones.  Pouring cats and dogs.  Thunder roaring, not as usual day.  U can eventually see the huge, long, orange striking thunder infront of you, and feel the damn strong vibration when u're hiding in the shelter.  My fren, she was screaming ALL THE WAY WHEN THE THUNDER SOUNDS. -.-  Cold windy day. I was left sitting in one corner while Bi was sitting with his gang chit-chatting.  She touched my hand, and she says... "Ur hand feels as if like a dead people's hand.." -.-  She was a nurse back in her country.  -.-  I was shivering..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they start making comments bout my face!! YES!! I know! My face looks swell.  What happened?? Becuz of the Beauty Kose MASK!!!  I dun blame u, darling.. Just alittle sensitive with e product.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;To Trust&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3256034104096233948-520134767233064618?l=aibilife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aibilife.blogspot.com/feeds/520134767233064618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3256034104096233948&amp;postID=520134767233064618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256034104096233948/posts/default/520134767233064618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256034104096233948/posts/default/520134767233064618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aibilife.blogspot.com/2009/03/little-updates.html' title='Little updates'/><author><name>Aibi</name><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-3256034104096233948.post-2552112483305438458</id><published>2009-02-03T16:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T16:53:56.481+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KL Race II</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;Helllllo!  Am back from KL Race II trip!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#993399;"&gt;Setting off on Saturday morning... Straight drive to KL.  Reach bout 1pm.  Cant find Putra Hotel!! Driving round and round, we decided to give up on tt hotel that other racer recommend and look for our other hotel.  All the hotel looks so old.  Suddenly 1 hotel looks pretty good.  It's the Pacific Hotel. 3years back, its Pan Pacific but due to the change of management, its call Seri Pacific Hotel.  Still a 5 star hotel, costing RM350/night.  Quite reasonable.  Room was spacious, nice designed and most important, THE BED AINT HARD!! THe Previous trip bed was hard.  Pillow was hard to sleep.  This is good! Checked-in, leave everything to the bell-boy and off for lunch.  Am freaking hungry!! Went to The Mall opp. the hotel for chicken rice! Nice! But the service was BAD!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#993399;"&gt;After the lunch, walking ard, head down to the racing place.  Raining cats and dogs, we hide in the shelter. Lotsa other competition!  It's KL National Day.  And Mon, is their public holiday.  Other than boat race, there were pocketbike, Eng chess, Chinese Chess comeptition.  Activities such as flying fox and selling of foods, hobbies, books.  Its all there! Doing a trial for our boat.  It runs really fast! But... hard to control. -.-  Bi was the racer. Not me this time.  Went back hotel, shower, head down to Twin Tower for shopping.  It's like Singapore Paragon or Taka.  All the branded bag and stuff.  Food and clothing there are super ex! Bought a few clothes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#993399;"&gt;Dinner Time....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#993399;"&gt;Dinner at The Ship Resturant again! The escargot taste so much different from Singapore and of cuz, the service is also different.  To my surprise, KL resturant services were so much better than Singapore! After all the shopping and walking ard, we head back to hotel.  I dun mind going back to hotel earlier, bcuz thats really a comfortable room!!! Sitting on my bed watching HBO and animal planet, while Bi repair his boat for the next day race.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#993399;"&gt;The Race Day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#993399;"&gt;Woke up at 6.30am, showered and had our breakfast in the hotel.  Checked-out and off to the race site.  Carpark all full!! VVIP reserved most of the parking lot.  The president of M'sia was there.  Lotsa activites and performance going on.  Got our place to put our boat.  Time for another trial run.  The starter spoiled!! -.-  My day was ruined! I wanted to see how well this boat can run and will it win??  Bi gave up repairing, not matter how I plead him to do it!  Give up!! Hands-on! I repair myself! My team guy came and help too.  KL news reporter film while we do the repairing. Hahhaa!! After all was well, I asked to changed the race name to my name!! Bi allow me to race since I repaired the boat.  YES!! My turn to race!!! Climbing up to the driver stand, all the cheering starts!  Woooo!! So proud! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#993399;"&gt;READY! START YOUR ENGINE....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#993399;"&gt;My boat was the last to start.  Problem with the starter.  Running off last, I came to 2nd last.  And..... My boat flipped. Thats it!  End of the race!! -.-  Its ok! Another race in June, at Ipoh.  That'll be an Asia race.  I'll be joining in most classes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#993399;"&gt;After the race, head straight back to Sing.  Woooo... Dead tired.   I slept all the way back to Sing.  Reaching at 1am.  All I do was shower, dry hair and Zzzz!! Damnnn sleepy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;To Trust&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3256034104096233948-2552112483305438458?l=aibilife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aibilife.blogspot.com/feeds/2552112483305438458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3256034104096233948&amp;postID=2552112483305438458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256034104096233948/posts/default/2552112483305438458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256034104096233948/posts/default/2552112483305438458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aibilife.blogspot.com/2009/02/kl-race-ii.html' title='KL Race II'/><author><name>Aibi</name><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-3256034104096233948.post-5284419728617881765</id><published>2009-01-29T13:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T14:00:23.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sicky lady</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Well Well......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Classes on Chu3! Office workers still not back to work until Chu4, yet she re-open so soon.  Boring classes.  After class, head straight back home as Bi and guys said wanna go in JB eat!  Reached back home at 4pm.  Bi told me not going in.  Tooooo rush.. -.-  My 16ucks taxi fare.  Napped for 30mins, get changed and off to East Coast Red House for seafood!!  Dishes looks great!  Bamboo Clams, steamfish, steam prawns, kang kong, fried squid, Chicken, sotong with jellyfish, 1chilli and 1 peppper crab and as usual, Lo Hei for Chinese New Year.  I ate mouthful of lo hei, and comes the bamboo clam.  After e clam, my stomach feels extremely bloated.  Ignoring it...  Carrying on with my prawns, chickend, etc....  Half way thru.. Stomach pain like hell!! With so many ppl ard, I tried to hold on with e pain.  Went aside and told Bi.. He says, ok.. Dun eat then... N carry on with their conversation for another hour. -.-  **Fainting**  In between, told him tummy pain.. He still carry on with his talking... Till a point whereby I cant breathe...... My f saw me in tt stage, she shouted at Bi saying... "Ivy stomach pain!!" He then make bills and drive me to clinic.  My face was black enough!! From East Coast to Yishun 24hr clinic. Didnt bring I/C.  Have to go to clinic that has my record.  Check Check....  Stomach infection.  First day.  Doc says more to come!!! Next 3 - 5 days fever wil start coming.  Watever... THe worst thing is BI forbidden me going into KL this weekend!!! Making noise, throwing tantrum... He finally said.. Lets see on Fri.  I am going in!  Must show am super healthy!! Haha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;To Trust&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3256034104096233948-5284419728617881765?l=aibilife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aibilife.blogspot.com/feeds/5284419728617881765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3256034104096233948&amp;postID=5284419728617881765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256034104096233948/posts/default/5284419728617881765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256034104096233948/posts/default/5284419728617881765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aibilife.blogspot.com/2009/01/sicky-lady.html' title='Sicky lady'/><author><name>Aibi</name><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-3256034104096233948.post-7759976055987921334</id><published>2009-01-24T21:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T22:23:30.967+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pre Pre-Chinese New Year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;It's Pre Pre-Chinese New Year.  Morning at 6am, am already hearing cars horning.  Wet market and all the groceries are just one road across.  Jamming the whole road!  Waking up at 9am, get myself washed up and off to WET MARKET! This wet market is indeed extra WET! I hate it! People pushing around, snatching the stuff and aunties cant wait to make payment and move on. SO AM I!! Visitng to hypermarket and wet market attitude has to bbe very different.  Steamboat for lunch prepared.  Late afternoon went Jurong Point with dad.  Get my hair trim and bought some hair product.  Dad waited for me for an hour!! Love dad!!   Back home n prepare night steamboat.  These few days will be steamboat. And tml, boating!! Practice Practice.  If I can convince Bi, am able to race next weekend race! =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;To Trust&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3256034104096233948-7759976055987921334?l=aibilife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aibilife.blogspot.com/feeds/7759976055987921334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3256034104096233948&amp;postID=7759976055987921334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256034104096233948/posts/default/7759976055987921334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256034104096233948/posts/default/7759976055987921334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aibilife.blogspot.com/2009/01/pre-pre-chinese-new-year.html' title='Pre Pre-Chinese New Year!'/><author><name>Aibi</name><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-3256034104096233948.post-5954666176341697595</id><published>2009-01-22T22:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T23:01:25.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Bi was sick for past few days.  Our meals were simple.  Plain porridge, fried egg, cai xin and olive vegetable.  Simple and healthy.  Looking after a patient is not easy.  Esp a baby-man like him.. Chinese New Year coming..... Dad need me back home and get grocery done.  I hate New Year.  I have to clean up yishun house and my house. I hate that fucking useless asshole landlord! This is his fucking house!! Expect me clean things up for him! The most useless man I ever met in this world.  Fri going night market so is sat morning.  And sun, get steamboat ready.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;My that hopeless sister went KL and have fun! Leaving all these chores for me, alone!! Hmpf! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;To Trust&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3256034104096233948-5954666176341697595?l=aibilife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aibilife.blogspot.com/feeds/5954666176341697595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3256034104096233948&amp;postID=5954666176341697595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256034104096233948/posts/default/5954666176341697595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256034104096233948/posts/default/5954666176341697595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aibilife.blogspot.com/2009/01/bi-was-sick-for-past-few-days.html' title=''/><author><name>Aibi</name><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-3256034104096233948.post-984669675796206984</id><published>2009-01-20T13:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T15:23:35.369+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Legend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Am back from M'sia Race!! Lots to update! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;First of all, I would proudly announced that Ivy Ng, has made a historical story in Powerboat racing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Waking up at 8am on Thurs morning, get ourself ready to set off. Meet the guys for lunch and changing of money. Ding Dong Ding Dong, it's 2pm. All ready to set off for the 4hours car journey to KL. I slept thru the journey. But stopped for toilet and water breaks. Rushing to reach our destination before sunset. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;5hours later....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;We reached our destination!! Lisa De Inn.. I was stunned by the "hotel" we are staying. Its.... MOTEL!! Was sponsered by the racing organizer. 4night stay.. Though it's a motel, service not very good, but room was still fine. Cant compare with any stars hotel. Unpack clothing and place our boats nicely. Head down to KL town for dinner! THe SHIP. Dinner was great! 6 of us, each paying RM80. Considered cheap! Opp. is just a shopping center, went down for a walk. Didnt get anything. No one has the mood to shop. All was dead tired. Went back motel and Zzzz..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Next day....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Waking up at 8am, washed up and breakfast. Lost finding our way there. Took an hour to reach thou we should reahed in 30mins. It's our practice day! Hundreds of boats were already placed in line, waiting for practice. I stood there, loiter for an hour before I launch my Ivan down. I've named my boat Ivan! Practice was goood. Did alittle tuning here and there. Boat running perfectly well and is ready for the next day race!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Heat Day 1....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Waking up at 7am. Washed up and head down for breakfast. All the brunei and Sarawak racer are already at the race lake. Crazy! The left at 6am. The heat starts at 9am! Anyway, got all out barang up into the car. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Cant find any table. All the Brunei and Sarawak ppl took them all. They have almost hundreds of them. Really huge size with BIG engine. I'm not in their class. So, no worries. It's Heats today. Heats means... Top 10 will get into the actual race day finale. I was sooooo damn freaking nervous. All the boats were fast!! Singapore has 5 racer, including me, but with different class. Am racing with 2 of my team and the rest were from JB, KL, Brnei, Sarawak and etc. Basically, every city in M'sia, there's a team. It's a 5min race. Whoever got the most lap, will get into final. I've got a crew pit. That's Bi. Getting ready up in driver's stand. Right!! My race starts. Woooo! Heart pumping really fast! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Heat starts!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I started off with 1st. With the first few laps and in 'M' course. One boat caught up with me!! I was shivering! Steering really sentitive. The moment my hand shivers, the whole world can see. My boat will be running like a 'S' pattern. Indeed, a 'S' shape. I cant control my shiver. Holding my controller tight, i got back into straight line. 5mins up! I got into 2nd! I walked down the driver's stand steadily. Got back my boat, I was confused. Lotsa people taking photos with my boats. After all the photo taking of me, they turned their card around and show me where are they from. Guess wat! YouTube, Facebook, watever you name. Ha! I told them, u guys cheated me! Yeah! I was the only lady driver, the first RC lady driver, the youngest driver, the only top 3 lady driver. And, the only chinese lady driver. I AM THE LEGNED!! Wahahhaa! Ok! I got 2nd for my heat 1. People crowd ard and congrates me! I am blushed! Literally RED! Bi get 5th in the different class as me. After the heats, went back to hotel, get watever boat that need to fix, fixed up. Head down for dinner. Its raining... Went just opposit our motel and have dinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Race Day.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Waking up at 6am! Washed up and leave hotel. Reached Race lake at 7am. Heat 2 starting soon. All the top 10 had a friendly race. This time, am not pushing my boat fast. Racing gracefully and steadily, I got into 3rd. Yes!! I've get into final!! Cleaned up my boat and get her ready for the final.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Race starts!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Running with all the other 9boats, including me would be 10. Wow! My hands and legs were shivering. Bi was holding my hands and leg firmly. Lotsa spectators, lotsa camera man.. Who wont shiver. Shaking like nobody business, the race was help 10mins later. 10mins up! Up on the driver's stand. I was doing my breathing in and out. Telling myself, take it easy. No need to get so nervous. Horn starts, green flag flap! I started with race with 2nd in position. With lotsa boats catching up, I got in 4th... I told myself, nono.. I cant lose. If I win, I will get myself a title. I have to! Steadily, I over-took the boat infront of me. Got into 3rd position. That's top 3. I was satisfied. Out of suddenly, 1 boat crushed! I got into 2nd position! Ivan wasnt in her best performance during the race! But in 2nd position, I was really thrilled! Walked down the driver's stand steadily. I was still shivering. Wooohoooo!! I cant be any happier! Peoples congrates me, Brunei and Sarawak were cheering and singing for me!! I really made a named in M'sia Racing. And in other class, Bi got himself 1st and 3rd!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Prize Presentation....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;My turn up in the stage stand, HAHAHAHAHA!!! Camers, flashlights on! I cant smile naturally. Was really so nervous and tensed! Got a trophy and cash award. Am going to be sports celebrity in M'sia. Newspapers, reporters, am famous!! News travel fast! Boaters from Sing grates me! And that night, Bi's treat for dinner!! He got Champian!! 1st!!! Came back in Sing happily. But Bi was sick!! Fever with running nose and cough. The racing stress he got. Am alittle stronger than him! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;To Trust&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3256034104096233948-984669675796206984?l=aibilife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aibilife.blogspot.com/feeds/984669675796206984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3256034104096233948&amp;postID=984669675796206984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256034104096233948/posts/default/984669675796206984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256034104096233948/posts/default/984669675796206984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aibilife.blogspot.com/2009/01/legend.html' title='The Legend'/><author><name>Aibi</name><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-3256034104096233948.post-2806557057728758561</id><published>2009-01-09T23:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T00:41:58.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pain and exhausted</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;Thursday... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663366;"&gt;Waking up at 11am, got myself washed up and ready to Changi for BIG cleaning and washing of that 2 years stationary boat, collecting dust, dirt and insects. Reached there, I dunno where to start from. From top to bottom, the dust and amount of BIRD SHIT is damn, freaking disgusting. Without glove, I scrub off the shiiits, the reddish, I dunno wats that, the dust that sticks there for years. It's really alot of scrubbing and cleaning. 3 big pails of milky and chalky water changed. Finally, it's clean! Next, I became washing Auntie. Bending, Squading next to the drain, washing more than 20 paper trays. One by one, every tray, every corner, sponge soak with liquid soap and clean it. Washed and put into sun to dry. All the utensils, chairs and buoyss.. My hand and feet was soaked in the water for 5hours! Straight 5 hours!! Finger skins starts to tear, Palm peeling of dry skin and the softness of my fingernails after long hours of soaking in water. After everything cleaned and dried, time to carry all those into the boat. Bi is strong. I know.. We all know! But I'm not as strong as him! He carried the tub of buoy up, weighs rather heavy. With his side lifted up first, all the buoy starts smacking ONTO my face!! My thumb nail split. Red eyes, watery nose, tears starts to row down. I was squading down, crying in pain. Bi doesnt know I was bleeding.. Asking me why am I crying... Showed him my nails and he goes.... "Eeek! Dun show me! I'm fainting if I continue to see..." (----.----) I immediately took my hands off him and washed with water myself. What a man! But a least he took alcohol swap and plaster for me. Went back with aches and pain all over!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663366;"&gt;Friday....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663366;"&gt;No any better. Woke up at 11.30am, as usal, washing up and this time, I went down Changi myself. No being washing auntie today. but wiping the cabins inside. Guess wat I saw??? ALOT OF RED ANTS!!! **Faint** And I reliease, red ants doesnt crawl fast. No matter how u scare them, that speed means that speed. Slow ants. They dun bite. And today, cuts and bleed over my hands and leg. Am crying in pain~ Itchiness all over my tighs. Bcuz of the fireproof fibre. Am in bad mood today.. Bi treated me crab for dinner. Guess.. 2 Sri Langka crab cost?? $150 for 2!! Feels like being slaughter my em!! $150!! No joke! This is way far tooooo expensive. And when asked, they says that is their price. -.- In future, asked how much they charged per KG before ordering. Am superb tired now.. Time to turn in!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;To Trust&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3256034104096233948-2806557057728758561?l=aibilife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aibilife.blogspot.com/feeds/2806557057728758561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3256034104096233948&amp;postID=2806557057728758561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256034104096233948/posts/default/2806557057728758561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256034104096233948/posts/default/2806557057728758561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aibilife.blogspot.com/2009/01/pain-and-exhausted.html' title='Pain and exhausted'/><author><name>Aibi</name><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-3256034104096233948.post-5883323932865763652</id><published>2009-01-04T00:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T00:10:58.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nice dinner</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#663333;"&gt;Today, Saturday....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#663333;"&gt;Slept till 3pm.  Been feeling restless and tired lately. Waking up, doing my routine housechores and off to supermarket for groceries.  Cooking for Bi's gang this time. Tried a few new dishes. Not bad! Ha! **Thick Skin** Dinner was great! But the after dinner, the cleaning, washing, scrub-ing is the one tat I would surrender. Dead tired now and they are all in the living room watching The Mummy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#663333;"&gt;Sunday tml....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#663333;"&gt;My boating day. Gonna try out my racing boat!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;To Trust&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3256034104096233948-5883323932865763652?l=aibilife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aibilife.blogspot.com/feeds/5883323932865763652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3256034104096233948&amp;postID=5883323932865763652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256034104096233948/posts/default/5883323932865763652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256034104096233948/posts/default/5883323932865763652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aibilife.blogspot.com/2009/01/nice-dinner.html' title='Nice dinner'/><author><name>Aibi</name><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-3256034104096233948.post-32102350266547310</id><published>2009-01-02T17:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T18:03:59.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;Updating.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#660000;"&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR TO ALL! Celebrated my New Year by cooking for Dad and family to eat. My Awesome Porridge! Candy, you missed it. I saved a bowl for u, but............. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#660000;"&gt;Yesterday went JB with Bi and gang again. As the guys went Tanah Molek for RC boating, the ladies, went to cold storage, get food and prepare steamboat for the guys. THey bought a house there and stayed there onli on weekend. And so, we went Jalan Jalan at Jisco. 3 hours of shopping and we onli manage to finish the level one level!! Imagine how big is tt shopping centre. Bigger than Vivocity. And just level one, I've spend...... 350. Ringgit! Hahaha... Get back to the house, prepare steamboat. Squid, Prawns, pork meat and all kinds of balls. Fishball, meatball, cutttlefishball and blah blah blah... Too much for all 8 person to eat.  But still, all eat like ppl who haven eat for days.  We reached back home, the ladies asked me to sit down and watch TV while they prepare the food. I was stunned!! They thought I dunno how to do any cutting and housechores.  The guys came back at 7.30pm.  The ladies were all starving. So, we had egg quail and watermelon while waiting for the guys back home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#660000;"&gt;Guys back, whacking foood time! Dinner!! All of us eat and perspire like hell.  Cuz of the chilli the guy made. But, yummy!! The ladies told their beau said, "Ivy cut this! She marinade this!" Their first reaction was.. "REALLY!!? You look so xiao jie, didnt know u know how to do housechores and do cutting!" (-.-) I was so heartbreaking.. Ha! Do I look so Tai Tai? Hmmm?  After dinner, helped with the housechores.  And, MASSAGE TIME!! Booked appointment at 10.30 to have our massage. Onli Bi and I do leg massage.  The rest, full body. Waited for em for 30mins. Their massage was 2hours. Ordered Thai food while waiting and drive back to Sing. All 3 cars drive together in the dark pitch road to avoid being robbed.  Way back to Sing, suddenly 1 of the car gone missing!! The officer forgot to chopped their passport and they have to U-turn back. It's impt to check especially when you're in and out of M'sia.  Reached back home at 2am. Deeeeead Tired.  Packed stuff and shower. Whole body in pain and today, NO CLASS!! Skipped. Blood level super low.  Rested at home, cooked myself healthy porridge. Carrot, meatball, chai po, cabbage, baby corn. All put to boil.  Da..Dah~ My smell and taste nice porridge.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;To Trust&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3256034104096233948-32102350266547310?l=aibilife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aibilife.blogspot.com/feeds/32102350266547310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3256034104096233948&amp;postID=32102350266547310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256034104096233948/posts/default/32102350266547310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256034104096233948/posts/default/32102350266547310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aibilife.blogspot.com/2009/01/updating.html' title=''/><author><name>Aibi</name><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-3256034104096233948.post-8319616712477687139</id><published>2008-12-17T22:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T22:30:48.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sinner</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;It's the first day of my last year degree. 3rd year! Lecturer was quite nice. Though he looks abit like that Francis... But his way of teaching is totally different. A little joker though. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Last night, I had my lunch at 2pm and dinner at 10pm. Waiting for Bi to get food in from M'sia since he's there to attend a funeral. So, by the time he reached Sing, it's bout 10pm. I was waiting for him at the lift. Once lift open, I rushed to take the foood into the house and start eating. I ate like a barbarian. Both hand, without spoon, chopstick or fork. Bi was asking... "Did u always starved when u were young?" Whatever... There's curry meat, Chicken wing and sweet sauce fat prawns. I kept eating. No talking... Just eat. I was still saying.. Nice food! Fantastic!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Today, just few hours back, Bi told me last night meat was Rabbit meat. I dun believe. It taste like chicken and a little like pork with no special smell or taste like Lamb. I was eating very happily and very satisfied. Was saying... Few hours back, he told me i had rabbit meat. I called his fren who went with him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Ivy: Last night you ate with Bi, does that resturant serve Rabbit eat? And did he order Rabbit Meat and pack back?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Steve: Yala! I even ask him.. Ivy eat this kinda meat?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Ivy: Honestly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Steve: Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Ivy: If it's really really really Rabbit Meat, I'm not going to talk to him!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Steve called.... I cried!! I cant stop tearing... I cant stop blaming Bi and myself. I dunno how to forgive him and myself. I ATE RABBIT MEAT!! BASTARD ME!!!!! I dont mean it!! I really dont mean it! Am born in Rabbit year. I kept Rabbit once and cried for days when both died. I use spade and buried them when they passed away. I left flowers around place where I buried em. And now, I'm actually eating their species!!! **SLAP SLAP**  I ignore him. I show him attitude. I cried terribly. He said I've over-react.  Have it?? I just cant believe I ate that!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I"M SORRY, RABBIT!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;To Trust&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3256034104096233948-8319616712477687139?l=aibilife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aibilife.blogspot.com/feeds/8319616712477687139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3256034104096233948&amp;postID=8319616712477687139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256034104096233948/posts/default/8319616712477687139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256034104096233948/posts/default/8319616712477687139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aibilife.blogspot.com/2008/12/sinner.html' title='Sinner'/><author><name>Aibi</name><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-3256034104096233948.post-8384123121314635488</id><published>2008-12-09T22:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T22:16:31.821+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;Monday......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663366;"&gt;Supposed to be out having dinner with Giordano before he returns back to Italy. Flight at Midnight. Ended up calling me to whip some local food for him. Yes! So niceee of him. Went Ang Mo Kio Hub get some fresh food. Fish, with chilli, soy bean, chilli padi and fish sauce, Prawns, with tomato and sweet thai chilli sauce with onion, chicken, with chinese herb, baby kai lan with mince meat and baby corn, top shell with my own mixing.  AWESOME!! Before I can take any photo, both of em whack it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663366;"&gt;After dinner, all the photo taking, him showering, forgetting his pants and just came out with his boxer. Yes! I've asked him to signed on my boats. Hahhaaa.. That was a fun one. But..... I dun understand what does those words means. Will find it out later. He signed every damn thing. My dustbin! My Mirror and I was in time to stopped him. =) He got me a Gucci Perfume with Riva leather document folder for my schooling notes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663366;"&gt;The sweetest part of him, was to help me clear the table after dinner!! Nice huh!! He'll be back here next year in March. Am going to misss him! He is a real joker! With him around, the fun, the laughter. Nice!! =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;To Trust&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3256034104096233948-8384123121314635488?l=aibilife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aibilife.blogspot.com/feeds/8384123121314635488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3256034104096233948&amp;postID=8384123121314635488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256034104096233948/posts/default/8384123121314635488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256034104096233948/posts/default/8384123121314635488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aibilife.blogspot.com/2008/12/monday.html' title=''/><author><name>Aibi</name><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-3256034104096233948.post-9006734608457452034</id><published>2008-12-05T21:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T22:18:32.531+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;"&gt;Been a while.... Giordano is in town!! Yes! He's in Singapore for his Business trip.  Met up for dinner, roam ard his hotel with Bi.. Hahaha.. The toilet is all glasses. Romantic huh! He draw half way. Rushing to shower and out for event. Forgotten bout the curtain. Woooooo!! Bi and I was laughing alll the way. That loud laughter then make him reliease not drawing the curtain. Hahaha.. Everything seen! =x &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;"&gt;He's getting married in June or July. Inviting me over.. Yes! I'll be going. If not on June or July, will be next year Christmas. HE IS GETTING MARRIED!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;"&gt;During exam, I was freaking stress. Becuz it's exam week! After exam, I am freaking bored! Becuz it's holiday... Sighhh... Everyday, Bi asked me... What are you doing? Saying the same thing.. "Scrubing toilet, mopping floor, ironing clothing and tidying the house. -.- My poor life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;"&gt;KL is holding a R/C Boat race in Jan. A 3 day race. Top 10 with trophies, Winner with CASH!! I've got great boats. Just lack of skilllls and confidence.  Top!! I want Cash!! I've becoming cheap-skate now. Economic no good. Every buying, every spending seriously have to think twice! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;To Trust&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3256034104096233948-9006734608457452034?l=aibilife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aibilife.blogspot.com/feeds/9006734608457452034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3256034104096233948&amp;postID=9006734608457452034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256034104096233948/posts/default/9006734608457452034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256034104096233948/posts/default/9006734608457452034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aibilife.blogspot.com/2008/12/been-while.html' title=''/><author><name>Aibi</name><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-3256034104096233948.post-5064152766205793773</id><published>2008-11-29T23:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T23:46:48.471+08:00</updated><title type='text'>M'sia trip (a day)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;Yes, people!!! Mugging period is over! Exams over!! It's finally over!!! On the last day of the paper, i felt so so so much relax and felt as if I just jump into a cooling swimming pool. Dun ask me why this feeling... Ha! And today!!! My holiday and playing period before my 3rd year start. Went into JB early in the morning at 9am, having a friendly race with the Malaysia. The weather was... TERRIBLE!!! Am BURNED!!! All of us were burned! The weather there was worst than Singapore. Prolly its bcuz they have lesser trees there. I almost fainted. We were all looking for ICE!! ICE WATER! Went to find a little shop. Ice Kachang!!! Ha! Hoooot ar!!!! First time I can finish the ice kachang by myself in few minutes. Dun care bout teeth sharp pain, dun care bout the brain freeze. Just stuff everything into my mouth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#993399;"&gt;Toilet time. Malaysia toilet, no need to say more. But.... This is the first time I am soooo afraid of cat. Just one cat. **Imagine** The whole body of the cat was fine. The head, ear, eyes, nose. All looks like its going to rot. With the blood and sensitive skin. I dun dare to walk past her, which I have no choice. No other way to toilet route except to past by the cat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;To Trust&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3256034104096233948-5064152766205793773?l=aibilife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aibilife.blogspot.com/feeds/5064152766205793773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3256034104096233948&amp;postID=5064152766205793773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256034104096233948/posts/default/5064152766205793773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256034104096233948/posts/default/5064152766205793773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aibilife.blogspot.com/2008/11/msia-trip-day.html' title='M&apos;sia trip (a day)'/><author><name>Aibi</name><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-3256034104096233948.post-5266825283265156336</id><published>2008-11-17T21:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T22:03:35.488+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Delighted</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;Yes!! Ahbi is delighted that Bi came back from London. Was soooo damn happy that I can stand without a night sleep. Frenz were here to study with me till dawn. Jme accompany me to wet market at 6plus am! Wooo... First time I went wet market this early! Bi was craving for some local food. Get lunch ready after having his breakfast. As usual, I ransack both of his luggage after breakfast. I got the brands of bags and clothes. Thanks, Bi! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#993399;"&gt;Sunday! As usual... To Pungggol for boating. I was sooo tired.. Slept at 12 midnight.. 3am, Bi woke me up and drag me to have supper with him. Because of his Jet Lag. Reach back home at 5am. trying to get him back to sleep. I sleep at bout 5.15am. 7am, He woke me up by playing with my toes... -.- I woke up, get him drinks and trying to get him sleep again... Ha! My whole night.. Until 9am, he told me he wants to go office. I WAS SOO GLAD!! Hahaa.. Finally I can have some peace. Mum came.. Asked me why I looked like this. I told her everything. Mum said he's playful!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;To Trust&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3256034104096233948-5266825283265156336?l=aibilife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aibilife.blogspot.com/feeds/5266825283265156336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3256034104096233948&amp;postID=5266825283265156336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256034104096233948/posts/default/5266825283265156336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256034104096233948/posts/default/5266825283265156336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aibilife.blogspot.com/2008/11/delighted.html' title='Delighted'/><author><name>Aibi</name><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-3256034104096233948.post-3519245497887022438</id><published>2008-11-11T04:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T04:41:12.085+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Its Sunday... Can u believe I have class!?!?? School was soooo empty.  Only one or 2 classes were opened. Air-Con soooo freaking cold.. But this lecturer, was sooo much better than my module lec.  That previous lec was like.... having some mood disorder. (-.-)  1 and a half hour, lesson ended.  Rushed back to Jurong, get my little brother ready to my cousin's wedding!!! Yes!! This cousin who take care of me when I was little. Hmm... Went to York Hotel near Mount.E, up to 2nd level. Oooo! I saw my new wed cousin! He walked past me.. He dun recognized me.. Calling his name.. "Hey Will, rem me?? Your little cousin u used to carry and throw in the air??" Haha.. Yes! He used to throw me in the air, feeding me with porridge and get me into bed. Its been years since I last saw him. Ha! Missed him much!! He paused for a while and... "Hmm... Oh yes!!! Little Bi!" "Ha.. Yaya.. Finally u remember me!!"  Anyway, his wed dinner was nice.. Just that the MC alittle cock.. Hahha! Everything ends by 10.30pm.. Reached back home at 12.20.. **Dead Tired**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Today, they came to my place!  Doing some revisions and chit chatting.  Jme volunteer to feed my 3 evil goldfish.  This was the funny part.. She was.. "Oh my fucking god!! Oh man!!" Hahhaa!! Its like she's having goosebump. My super huge orange sucker fish was gone!!! Left just the bones! Where's the flesh? Goldfish ate it all up! Damn disgusting. These goldfish ALWAYS ate up whatever fish that's inside. They can eat up the bone as well if I left it another night! This afternoon, the sucker fish was till there when I feed em. In evening, GONE!! That is why I always call em evil fish. They were always in group of 3, eating other fishes.. (-.-) The gals helped me with cleaning up  the tank. And JME, she asked whether I've got toothpick.. She wanted to poke my fish, steam it or fried it... Hahhahaa... Giving the fish away soon. And the 2 gals, clump my hand with the fish tank cover. It swell! **Thanks, ladies**  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;To Trust&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3256034104096233948-3519245497887022438?l=aibilife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aibilife.blogspot.com/feeds/3519245497887022438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3256034104096233948&amp;postID=3519245497887022438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256034104096233948/posts/default/3519245497887022438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256034104096233948/posts/default/3519245497887022438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aibilife.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-sunday.html' title=''/><author><name>Aibi</name><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-3256034104096233948.post-4838807827450132473</id><published>2008-11-07T23:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T00:16:02.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;Arghhh! This feeling is terrible! Running in and out of toilet is ruining my day. But still, I went down to Bugis myself, to get things done which I promised I have to.  The pain in my tummy was unbearable. I have to sit on the floor just to reach my destination. Followed by not eating anything since I woke up, the gastric. I myself got confused too.. Where exactly is the pain?? After running my errands, rush back home. My whole body feels so soft.. Drilling upstairs has stopped.  I finally can have some peace in my sleep. I dreamt again.... The dream seems so real. I forced myself to wake up. **Those where dreamsss!!** Why him??? (-.-)!!! Physically unwell... Bi is not around. I got to crawl down to get my food. From 45 to 42.. Amazing huh! People trying so hard to go on diet. While I just have to eat wrong food. I didnt do it on purpose! Had rely on Bi too much. He's the one who'll say.... "Hmm... We'll eat.... blah blah blah tonight" All I say is... "OK!" And he'll drive me for meals.  I've lost all my appetite for these 3 weeks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000066;"&gt;No amount of sleeping pills can knock me out. So I watch show till 6am and wake up at 4pm everyday. Without Bi, I cant close my eyes... My imagination run wild! I have to call her to accompany me to toilet, on the phone! This is how wild my imagination are.. I know.. "Hopeless"  But this is me. I've lost all my confident and courage without him.  (-.-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;To Trust&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3256034104096233948-4838807827450132473?l=aibilife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aibilife.blogspot.com/feeds/4838807827450132473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3256034104096233948&amp;postID=4838807827450132473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256034104096233948/posts/default/4838807827450132473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256034104096233948/posts/default/4838807827450132473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aibilife.blogspot.com/2008/11/arghhh-this-feeling-is-terrible-running.html' title=''/><author><name>Aibi</name><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-3256034104096233948.post-5749333527272596732</id><published>2008-11-04T22:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T22:57:56.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The noisesss!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330099;"&gt;These few nights, I had a baaaad insomia. My eyes are still wide open even in the morning of 5am. Only manage to sleep at 6 or 7am.  This is not meeee! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330099;"&gt;Because am staying near a mosque, that's why there's quite a handful of malays staying at my block. So in my neighbour upstairs.  I dunno what is so wrong with their house. Every few months, they start drillings and hammering. What is soooo wrong with their house? They started at 9 in the morning... -.-  Sleeping at 7am, waking up at 9am with the knocking and drilling, I almost gone maaad!  I manage to find a pair of ear plug! The noise is so unbearable till I cant even go toilet without my ear plug!!! The toilet was vibrating... I cant stand noises.. I went upstairs and press e doorbell, no one open the door.  Carry on Zzz with my ear plug tightly stuck into my ears.. At that moment, how I wish my bestie stays near me. So I can pop by and sleeep! it stops at 5pm everyday! Everyday!!!! How to concentrate studying with this noise?? All I can do is to mug thru the night, till I feel Zzz and afternoon, leave the house till evening....   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;To Trust&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3256034104096233948-5749333527272596732?l=aibilife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aibilife.blogspot.com/feeds/5749333527272596732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3256034104096233948&amp;postID=5749333527272596732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256034104096233948/posts/default/5749333527272596732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256034104096233948/posts/default/5749333527272596732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aibilife.blogspot.com/2008/11/noisesss.html' title='The noisesss!'/><author><name>Aibi</name><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-3256034104096233948.post-8173059479588089590</id><published>2008-11-01T20:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T20:56:11.997+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The old maan</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;Locking myself up at home feels so retard.. I decided to leave house and get some fresh air after a day of runing in and out from toilet. So, I went down and helped Bi with warming up his car engine. Guess wat! I saw an old man, sleeping in that multi-storey carpark, just 1 level above Bi's car. Guess he was sleeping. I was standing next to Bi's car, eye starring at him, hopefully he dun wake up till i get e engine warmed up. But nope! He woke up! I hide inside Bi's car, quietly closing the door up. He doesnt know I was there. No one was in the carpark except me and that old man. He looks like a pervert. Though I was in the car, my eyes was still on him. Looking what is he doing, where is he. And to my surrrrprised, he unzipped his pants and PEEEEE!! If I want, I am able to see EVERYTHING! But I choose not to. I quickly get the engine off, car locked and went down to take a lift back home. Ha! I was quick! This area was well known for all the hooligansss. Police are alway seen in the middle of the night. That hour when I start car, was suppose to have police in e carpark, patrolling. But where are they today??? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#993399;"&gt;Stomach still don't feel well. Guess too much junk food instead of proper meal. Am seriously on diet. A meal a day with plenty of water. Body not asorbing. Today, got my blood pressure checked, it was pretty low. Guess more pig liver is needed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;To Trust&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3256034104096233948-8173059479588089590?l=aibilife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aibilife.blogspot.com/feeds/8173059479588089590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3256034104096233948&amp;postID=8173059479588089590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256034104096233948/posts/default/8173059479588089590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256034104096233948/posts/default/8173059479588089590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aibilife.blogspot.com/2008/11/old-maan.html' title='The old maan'/><author><name>Aibi</name><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-3256034104096233948.post-3065529388826425675</id><published>2008-10-30T21:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T21:47:30.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Great day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Woke up pretty early today, got back to Jurong house, settle some stuff and off to my event @ Multi-Loving Center. What am I doing there? There's an event to bring the kids for a cycle from Jurong all the way to Jap garden. Kids were obedient when they just know us and when we distribute bikes and helmets to them. The moment they hop onto the bike, ha! Need not say more.. They were all over, cluster to each another, and very stubborn. There 4 volunteers altogether with the management and the team there. So in all there's 120 of us. Trainers and sec sch teachers were there to guide. Yes! The sec sch, the girls there, Super ah lian.. sec 1!! And she talked back to me when she is not in the right lane. HOT!! I've thru this stage before. And I know how to handle them. But the kids, sooo stubborn. Riding bikes with many stuns. Funny and naughty kids. Hot and sunny day. We went bak at 5.30pm. After settling the kids, went for a short meeting and I went back home. Shower and time to hit central. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Met ppl whom Im suppose to meet, finished everything at 2.30am. Went Geylang for supper. Hahhaa... The tour was nice.. Thanks, dude! Reached back almost 5am. Thanksss to the 2, sending me back till my doorsteps. The day was fun! I felt so much better. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;And guess wat?? Someone was bitching again!! Ahhh! Acting and gaining sympathy from frienz. Trying tooooooo hard to please ppl ard, trying even harder to loooook rich, maybe is, but i dunno.. Don't u find it extreeeeemely tired to do all these? Just be yourself, Bitch! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;To Trust&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3256034104096233948-3065529388826425675?l=aibilife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aibilife.blogspot.com/feeds/3065529388826425675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3256034104096233948&amp;postID=3065529388826425675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256034104096233948/posts/default/3065529388826425675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256034104096233948/posts/default/3065529388826425675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aibilife.blogspot.com/2008/10/great-day.html' title='Great day'/><author><name>Aibi</name><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-3256034104096233948.post-6357025372571574596</id><published>2008-10-17T00:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T00:27:32.118+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bitches Bitch</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Yessss! Today, I ride my new electric bike out to hawker center and eat! Damnnnnn cool! People thought its a bike that can ride at walking pavement. Hahhaa.. Bi accompanied me. He ride his bike too. We're going to do this almost everynight, as an exercise.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;I think I am handling my temper pretty good these few days and this time, compared to few years back. This kinda hypocrites if were to let me meet up few years back, i wont be treating it so cool and relax. But now, I am taking things normal. Hmm.. Not VERY normal, but, at least normal then before! I think I am handling my emotion and control pretty well. But if these continue, am going to blast out everything!  I've never met such a person before! Life in sch can be enjoyable and fun. But with this kinda of bitch around who go round bitching about their own friends, it's a disaster. Why cant they just find some work to do, do more voluntery work, or, go out for shopping. Have a good and enjoyable life and stop doing things that bitches do! Will it kills if she stops for a day? Human! Complicated creatures.. Since its so complicated, why not lead a peaceful and simpler life? She is smart when comes to tricks. But I think she is dumb when it comes to logical theory and thinking. Hopeless!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;To Trust&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3256034104096233948-6357025372571574596?l=aibilife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aibilife.blogspot.com/feeds/6357025372571574596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3256034104096233948&amp;postID=6357025372571574596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256034104096233948/posts/default/6357025372571574596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256034104096233948/posts/default/6357025372571574596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aibilife.blogspot.com/2008/10/bitches-bitch.html' title='Bitches Bitch'/><author><name>Aibi</name><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-3256034104096233948.post-7492308970781570009</id><published>2008-10-14T23:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T00:24:50.199+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Am back blogging once again. Things had happened recently. Suddenly I feel myself so short-tempered. Dont ask me why. It just happened. Over small little things. Am watching TV and when Bi asked me to take things for him, am already not happy. When I said "Stop talking! Stop bringing up e issue I hate!" And when he continues, am really fierce to him. That's e first time I got so fed up with him, other than throwing missy air.   I haven't laugh out loud for a very very long time. And today, I did!!! The guys were funny when we had our lunch and comes to money payment. That was a gooood laugh! I felt my whole body so damn relax after that.  I need some relaxation. Someone, somebody, cheer me up, please! I feel so terrible. Everyday life just so sucks. Not even shopping heals me. Not even a new toy or a new handbag. I need some fun, some entertainment, more jokes that can make me laugh till i burst into tears. Am deprieved of laughter! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Today, Uncle Oma came! He got me a new toy. And electric bike that looks and operates exactly like a scooter. With head light, horn and signals. Damn cool! I tried at the carpark. It can goes up to 35km/hr! In future, if I need to go somewhere slightly further than my house hawker, I can ride that! Cool! But its freaking heavy! Weigh tons! I cant even lift that buger up! If I fall, that's it! Haha! Had asked Bi to buy 1 more insurance for me. (Touchwood!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;And recently, I found some hypocrites ard me. Thats the someone who gossip about me, wearing a mask on her face. It just happened that I manage to see thru that thick mask on her!!! HYPOCRITES!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Alright! Time for me to shower, dry my hair and turn-in. These few days had been waking up pretty early for sch!! YAWN~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;To Trust&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3256034104096233948-7492308970781570009?l=aibilife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aibilife.blogspot.com/feeds/7492308970781570009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3256034104096233948&amp;postID=7492308970781570009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256034104096233948/posts/default/7492308970781570009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256034104096233948/posts/default/7492308970781570009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aibilife.blogspot.com/2008/10/am-back-blogging-once-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Aibi</name><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-3256034104096233948.post-9084931954022317134</id><published>2008-10-02T23:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T01:05:14.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Ha! After few day of resting at hm, I finally get up and get housechores done!  The place is damnnn messy onli after 1 day of absent from the house.  Woke up, get things tidied and wash. Went down for grocery and get ready Bi's dinner!! Whats for dinner? Fried fish with black sauce and lime. Honey with ginger drumstick. Salted fish with vinegar and chilli padi. Fried eggs. Onion with lime, chilli padi and chinchalok to go along with my steam fish. Yummy!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Bi was enjoying his dinner, I ate alittle. Stomach still feel not right. So, woke up and cook cold soba to fill my stomach. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Today, wake up, do alittle of revision and meet candy for dinner. Yes! She told me what'd happen to me during my day night. And some nice interesting storieeeesss.. Heex! This whole week got to study hard. No play play!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;To Trust&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3256034104096233948-9084931954022317134?l=aibilife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aibilife.blogspot.com/feeds/9084931954022317134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3256034104096233948&amp;postID=9084931954022317134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256034104096233948/posts/default/9084931954022317134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256034104096233948/posts/default/9084931954022317134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aibilife.blogspot.com/2008/10/finally.html' title='Finally!'/><author><name>Aibi</name><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-3256034104096233948.post-7791542979515646281</id><published>2008-10-01T16:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T16:20:12.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'>21st B'day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000066;"&gt;Yes yes! My 21st B'day party is over!!! That was a great ones.Thanks, Friends!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000066;"&gt;Specially: Wei Siang, Jamie, Raychel, Mimi, Yee Sheng, Benjamine, Rock, Candy, Nicole, Kenneth, Huayu, Danny, Richard, Yihang, Jonathan, sandy, yuan, jin, Mum, little bro and moreeee! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#000066;"&gt;Thanks for the day and sorry that I've create a disaster tt night! Srry if I did puke all over u gals!!! Photos up in Jamie's Chow facebook.. Part I. PartII, guess with Rac! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;To Trust&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3256034104096233948-7791542979515646281?l=aibilife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aibilife.blogspot.com/feeds/7791542979515646281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3256034104096233948&amp;postID=7791542979515646281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256034104096233948/posts/default/7791542979515646281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256034104096233948/posts/default/7791542979515646281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aibilife.blogspot.com/2008/10/21st-bday.html' title='21st B&apos;day'/><author><name>Aibi</name><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-3256034104096233948.post-4134698599981699779</id><published>2008-09-24T23:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T23:18:31.568+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling unsecure</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Yes yes.. Ahbi, me wasnt in a good mood these few days. Dun ask me why. Prolly PMS. Sighhh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Last night I was alone in the house, ironing mountains of clothes. Suddenly, door bell rang, followed by loud knock knock. I've got a habit of peeping thru the door of who is it before I open the door. To avoid those sales person, talking non-stop just to sell 1 product. When I heard door bell, I walked quietly to the door, looking thru the hole for almost 10mins. NO ONE! Bell rang alot of times. Door knocked really hard! I started to feel uneasy. Not to get paranoid, I get back to iron my clothes. 2nd time, Door bell rang. I stood infront of my ironing board, stoning there and quietly walked to the door. Same thing! No one was at the door. I'm trying to lock the main door. The lock spoiled. Anyone could just bang in with the lock at the gate. Cuz it's not secured. I keep having the feeling that there was someone outside. I msged Bi. Really feeling so afraid. He asked me to stay calm (I was) and call police if in doubt. Police?? No-one was outside.. Even if police come, wat can they do? I locked myself in the room and landlord came home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#6633ff;"&gt;And now, I am in the house alone again. Me Scared! Bi is having dinner with the team. Again, I dun feel secure. Sighh..  Results out. Dissappointed! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;To Trust&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3256034104096233948-4134698599981699779?l=aibilife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aibilife.blogspot.com/feeds/4134698599981699779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3256034104096233948&amp;postID=4134698599981699779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256034104096233948/posts/default/4134698599981699779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256034104096233948/posts/default/4134698599981699779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aibilife.blogspot.com/2008/09/feeling-unsecure.html' title='Feeling unsecure'/><author><name>Aibi</name><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-3256034104096233948.post-5579779157370749270</id><published>2008-09-18T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T19:03:03.389+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Am I?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#663333;"&gt;He asked me to study hard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#663333;"&gt;He asked me to clean up the house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#663333;"&gt;He asked me to tidy up messes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#663333;"&gt;He asked me to fixed the fax&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#663333;"&gt;He asked me to hand wash his clothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#663333;"&gt;He asked me to be good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#663333;"&gt;He asked me to pack his luagge neatly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#663333;"&gt;He asked me to carry 29" TV &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#663333;"&gt;He asked me to fixed his computer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#663333;"&gt;He asked me to cook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#663333;"&gt;He asked me to think of ways to put his stuff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#663333;"&gt;Do I Look Like A Superwomen???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;To Trust&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3256034104096233948-5579779157370749270?l=aibilife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aibilife.blogspot.com/feeds/5579779157370749270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3256034104096233948&amp;postID=5579779157370749270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256034104096233948/posts/default/5579779157370749270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256034104096233948/posts/default/5579779157370749270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aibilife.blogspot.com/2008/09/who-am-i.html' title='Who Am I?'/><author><name>Aibi</name><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-3256034104096233948.post-889237747669042212</id><published>2008-09-15T22:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T23:02:02.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Langkawi Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;Hello! Am back from my Langkawi trip! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Here's my advantures..  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Check-in airport at 4.15pm, shop ard and board the plane at 6.40pm. Bi got for me a small laptop at $700 at the airport. Duty-Free and its worth buying. That's my 21st gift! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Fly fly fly... Reached Langkawi at bout 8pm. Bi hired a guide and Chauffeur. Wa! Damn shiok! Where-ever you go, he's there waiting. We rented bike tooo.. Short journey, we use bike. It was fun! Onli night time when weather turns cold.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Next morning, we went out for island hopping, eagle feeding, visiting of crocodile cave and I saw the super rare brown king fisher, with shining coat at their back! Damn beautiful! After which, fish feeding.. Well, all my video and photos are in my facebook! Go view there. Hahhaa.. Night time, we roam ard the town. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Saturday: Suppose to go for a dive trip. BUT.... THUNDER!! So, we cancelled the trip and continue our sleeeeep. Waking up in the afternoon, head for lunch, visiting snake San (Boring) and next, swimming!!! It's damn nice there with poolside bar. Damn cooool. Lotsa Russian.. Haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Sunday: Woke up super early, just to buy my galfrenz gift... Jme, u know how stress I am to get you giftsssss... Hahaha! Went for Para Sailing!!! Wooooo! Video up in facebook tooooo. =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Tooo much to say bout e trip. Hahhaa.. Anyway, I would say this is a good place for relaxing.. A island that has no pressure at all! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;To Trust&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3256034104096233948-889237747669042212?l=aibilife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aibilife.blogspot.com/feeds/889237747669042212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3256034104096233948&amp;postID=889237747669042212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256034104096233948/posts/default/889237747669042212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256034104096233948/posts/default/889237747669042212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aibilife.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-langkawi-trip.html' title='My Langkawi Trip'/><author><name>Aibi</name><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-3256034104096233948.post-8760316386150324530</id><published>2008-09-06T23:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T23:52:19.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday, am coming!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;Am updating blog now.. Hmm.. Wat have I been busying with? Having badminton game with jme, whole body ache for 3days. Stayed back home, and followed by meeting my 10 over yrs galfrenz... Sighhh! Triangle relationship and yesterday, went Orchard NPC with her to make police report. The whole stations are Malays.. The one who attend to us was really nice and caring. Giving her advise and comfort words.  After which, we had dinner and head to Heeren Balcony for drinks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Hmm.. This coming weekend, am flying to Langkawi! So ladies, am attending half day class on Thurs and not going to sch on Fri! U gals, be attentive in class, yes?? =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;To Trust&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3256034104096233948-8760316386150324530?l=aibilife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aibilife.blogspot.com/feeds/8760316386150324530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3256034104096233948&amp;postID=8760316386150324530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256034104096233948/posts/default/8760316386150324530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256034104096233948/posts/default/8760316386150324530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aibilife.blogspot.com/2008/09/holiday-am-coming.html' title='Holiday, am coming!'/><author><name>Aibi</name><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-3256034104096233948.post-619004511050765672</id><published>2008-08-29T23:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T23:29:21.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;Hello, people!! Time for me to update and update! Past few days, was watching Taiwanese Drama, recommended by Jme and Sugi. Title: Fated to love you. It's a great show! And because of this show, I looked like a Zombie when am in sch. Just cant stop watching. Almost done with the show, but not yet. Ha!! Will finish it up this weekend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330099;"&gt;Today, lesson was PMS (Practice of Management Skills) I love this lesson. So much better then Marketing research when the lecturer just went thru slides and tutorial. Thats it. But for PMS, he jokes, he allow us to talk (Part of lesson topic) and he is the first lecturer who has his unique way of teaching. And so, I was "Sabo" by jme, to go to e front and "act". Yes... Me and sugi.. It's bout conversation and posture. This lesson kinda teaches us Phychology. Hmm.. Anyway, the topic starts with... Whats your favourite color.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330099;"&gt;Ivy: "Whats your fav. color?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330099;"&gt;Sugi: "Silver"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330099;"&gt;Ivy: "Why do you like silver so much?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330099;"&gt;Sugi: "Cuz it's a bright color"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330099;"&gt;Ivy: " Any other colors are also bright. But why silver?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330099;"&gt;Sugi: "Cuz I like" "Can u stop probing such qnz?" (Whisper)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330099;"&gt;Ivy: " Your turn to ask me.. I dunno wat to ask anymore" (Whisper)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330099;"&gt;Sugi: " What's your fav. color then?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330099;"&gt;Ivy: "Purple"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330099;"&gt;Sugii: "Why do you like purple? Is it u horny?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330099;"&gt;Ivy: **Taking a deeeep breathe and...** " Does it mean that I like purple means am horny?" (Yes.. The front students can hear me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330099;"&gt;Conversation stops here and lec talks... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330099;"&gt;Lec: " Why do you prefer sitting in a cross manner to talk and not face to face?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330099;"&gt;Ivy: "Cuz I feel comfortable in this way"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330099;"&gt;Sugi: "Cuz I can touch her." !!!! (Lesbianss) I've given up on guys.. Wanna be with Sugi.. Haha! "Can I, Sugi??" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330099;"&gt;Anyway, today lesson was really fun. Just that I dun like Theatre table. So damn freaking small. Prefer classrooms. =)  After lesson, went lunch and shopping with gals. Wasnt intend to buy anything. **Saving** But..... My disease, my habit.. Just made me... BUY THINGS AGAIN!!! Yes! I've spent hundreds over in Bodyshop. Intending to be Bi's beauty consultant or watever. Bought foot srub for him, foot file, face mask and scrub, hand and feet moisturizer, deep sleep spray.  A good relaxing massage when he's back! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330099;"&gt;Alright! Its almost 12mid.. Time for me to Zzz! Will update soon! (When interesting things happen) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;To Trust&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3256034104096233948-619004511050765672?l=aibilife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aibilife.blogspot.com/feeds/619004511050765672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3256034104096233948&amp;postID=619004511050765672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256034104096233948/posts/default/619004511050765672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256034104096233948/posts/default/619004511050765672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aibilife.blogspot.com/2008/08/good-day.html' title='Good day!'/><author><name>Aibi</name><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-3256034104096233948.post-2827245925663866931</id><published>2008-08-24T13:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T14:18:00.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jealousy</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-75b09a678b435b0b" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D75b09a678b435b0b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331686696%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1B7BCF17FE5DE5EFE3B37F7359AA811FDCDE2FF3.4BC9DF13BC90A4FEBEA6CC0FBB06AC434FD649F5%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D75b09a678b435b0b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dl-R3dC_EWsjBk3aKZbgmMV86amg&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D75b09a678b435b0b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331686696%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1B7BCF17FE5DE5EFE3B37F7359AA811FDCDE2FF3.4BC9DF13BC90A4FEBEA6CC0FBB06AC434FD649F5%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D75b09a678b435b0b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dl-R3dC_EWsjBk3aKZbgmMV86amg&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I attend the online lesson about Jealousy on why women get jealous. The expertise said: "Jealousy is a weapon for women to defend their territory for their relationship. It can happen when they feel that their relationship is being threatened. Jealousy usually lead from insecurity and often comes hand in hand. Why women feel insecurity? Because they dont feel good about themself. Sometimes, women need some complement from their guys. That makes em feel good. There's Justified and Unjustified jealousy. Justified is when the women imagine that their guy having affair outside when they are not. Unjustified is when they see his texts, e-mail, telling em that something is going on and when your guy is flirting openly infront of you. You starts to feel that your r/s is being threaten. Therefore, you got jealous! Jealous is a nature for women. It's a weapon to protect themselves from being threaten. But of cause, not too much. Just like when you play with fire, it starts with small flame. It wont burn down your whole house. When the fire gets bigger, it'll burn everything down in your house. Which means, you'll lose everything. Same as Jealously. A little jealous is fine. But if you get over too much, you'll lose the relationship."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This video is funny on How to maintain relationship. By Chris Rock. It's really funny. He's talking about.. Women loves to talk. And all they want men to do is to listen. (I agree) All women just want a sentence of "How was your day" from men. And the conversation can lasted for 45mins. (I agree too) Enjoy watching the video!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;To Trust&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3256034104096233948-2827245925663866931?l=aibilife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=75b09a678b435b0b&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aibilife.blogspot.com/feeds/2827245925663866931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3256034104096233948&amp;postID=2827245925663866931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256034104096233948/posts/default/2827245925663866931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256034104096233948/posts/default/2827245925663866931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aibilife.blogspot.com/2008/08/jealousy.html' title='Jealousy'/><author><name>Aibi</name><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-3256034104096233948.post-1534017451305432442</id><published>2008-08-18T13:34:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T14:50:49.469+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VwVXw6RzmGY/SKkOcvKVxII/AAAAAAAAAEY/pjJjePh94Z8/s1600-h/P1000308.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235731928653874306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VwVXw6RzmGY/SKkOcvKVxII/AAAAAAAAAEY/pjJjePh94Z8/s200/P1000308.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Woke up at 8.45am when we are suppose to meet the rest of the guys at 9am! Hahahha!! Yes... We're late! Had our lunch at JB for Dim Sum. Keep ordering. All of us were starving! Get our money changed and our boating day starts. The purpose of this trip is to test the pond for my actually coming race. But cant go and lucky, I cant race. Hahaha! The pond, so small, with alot of bobo trap and expect us to race in "M" shape! How?? With 20 over boats racing together in this kinda pond? My boat go in with full engine and nicely done up, return back, I bet! Everything will fall apart. Guess what? I'm the onli lady driver there! Hahaha! And this weekend, there's a press holding there, at the pond. I cant attend! Cuz Bi's not in town! Yeah.. This is the pond..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VwVXw6RzmGY/SKkTbrSaA2I/AAAAAAAAAEo/eGwY1kYfAD8/s1600-h/P1000306.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235737407992234850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 78px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 121px" height="164" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VwVXw6RzmGY/SKkTbrSaA2I/AAAAAAAAAEo/eGwY1kYfAD8/s200/P1000306.JPG" width="112" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Played till 4pm when we heard thunder roaring, lighting striking. M'sia, no play play. Pack up everything, placed em back into the car and went into the office to have a looked at the house model. Enquired about the properties there. IT IS FREAKING CHEAP! Look at the Semi-D. Price at half a million. In RM!! U built a fence and hire guard to guard your house. Haha... Just like Indo.. U can be a King there! Like wat Jme's bro said. I agree. THey have an unlimited land. Unfinished land to build. The moment u see empty soil, that will be used to built houses! Singapore should fight for more land!!! We don't even have enough land for ourself. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VwVXw6RzmGY/SKkTbSW11qI/AAAAAAAAAEg/rL4EMrpZeJI/s1600-h/P1000321.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235737401299949218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 116px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 69px" height="80" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VwVXw6RzmGY/SKkTbSW11qI/AAAAAAAAAEg/rL4EMrpZeJI/s200/P1000321.JPG" width="144" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And... That kinda house, if were to buy in Singapore, that will be more than 2million!!! Our fren has a house there. We went to his house for shower and rest after whole afternoon playing boat. BIG house! Worth buying. And when we had nothing to do, we can get into M'sia for holiday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Enough of rest! We head down for Thai massage! Half body and Foot therapy for only RM39! It's painful though. The rest of the guys fell asleep while massaging. Its full! So, booked at 8pm and while waiting, we went for shopping!! Hahaha.. Bi hand me all his RM and I shopped! 3 pants and 2 pair of shoe. No time for shirts! Hmpf! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Shopping done, massage done. Now, Dinner!!! The BEST seafood I had there, near by the seaside. Dinner at 9plus. I had 2 big bowl of rice. Went back to his fren place, enjoying rambutans and watching Olympics. And we head back to Sing! Though its a day trip. But an enjoyable one!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VwVXw6RzmGY/SKkUGW3kXBI/AAAAAAAAAE4/XKLBWxSZPg0/s1600-h/P1000325.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VwVXw6RzmGY/SKkUGW3kXBI/AAAAAAAAAE4/XKLBWxSZPg0/s1600-h/P1000325.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VwVXw6RzmGY/SKkUGAnpwaI/AAAAAAAAAEw/pZs_EqMn024/s1600-h/P1000323.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235738135272997282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="115" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VwVXw6RzmGY/SKkUGAnpwaI/AAAAAAAAAEw/pZs_EqMn024/s200/P1000323.JPG" width="168" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VwVXw6RzmGY/SKkUGW3kXBI/AAAAAAAAAE4/XKLBWxSZPg0/s1600-h/P1000325.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VwVXw6RzmGY/SKkUGW3kXBI/AAAAAAAAAE4/XKLBWxSZPg0/s1600-h/P1000325.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VwVXw6RzmGY/SKkUGW3kXBI/AAAAAAAAAE4/XKLBWxSZPg0/s1600-h/P1000325.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;To Trust&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3256034104096233948-1534017451305432442?l=aibilife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aibilife.blogspot.com/feeds/1534017451305432442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3256034104096233948&amp;postID=1534017451305432442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256034104096233948/posts/default/1534017451305432442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256034104096233948/posts/default/1534017451305432442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aibilife.blogspot.com/2008/08/woke-up-at-8.html' title=''/><author><name>Aibi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VwVXw6RzmGY/SKkOcvKVxII/AAAAAAAAAEY/pjJjePh94Z8/s72-c/P1000308.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256034104096233948.post-764956797913817885</id><published>2008-08-15T19:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T19:38:25.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New God-mother!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Yes.. Time for me to write something for my blog. Yesterday morning, Bi called me, saying I can join him for his U.S trip for next 2 weeks. I was soooooooo happy! Yet vexed. Because my class will be starting next monday. After making decision and asking my 2 angels, decided to choose for U.S and dad is willing to pay for my flight!! Hurray!!!!!!  Imagine~ Flying to Miami, FLorida, L.A, Maryland, Germany just within 2 week! My heart keep pounding.. I cant wait!!  Things cock up later.  He went to Paragon Singapore Airlines Counter, wanting to booked my ticket for me. He told me ticket's full and waiting list closed!!!!!!!!!!! I dun believe! Passed the phone to the counter man and he told me, that's true. Your husband didnt lie to you! Ha!! Who knows if he got that man to lie to me too. Video call next. He showed me he was really in Paragon. Man said flight to new york has onli 1 flight in a day!! WTF!! And the next available flight will be on the 23rd! He doesnt want me to fly alone and go to places that am never familiar with. And thus, my Malaysia raced is cancelled too. All man! I cant be staying with them. My race............. GONE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;But not worrying.. We can always arrange another holiday soon! =) Anyway, met Sugi in the afternoon. Jme cant make it. And so, both of us met for late lunch, shop ard and almost fell off the escalator. Thanks, Sugi!!!! She grabbed me! Hahahaha! Yes! Almost twisted her arm. Walking round the town and Paragon! We went for Aji-Tea. Jme, I ate the pork something that u also like.. Did they add coke in the sauce? It taste like it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Her mum called. Hahaha! I've got a god-mother! That's Sugi's mum! Sugi: Tell ur mama i'll visit her soon! Yes... I blushed! I've never called anyone "Gan ma" before. Hmm... It's bout time for me to attend frenz B'day celebration! Will update soon!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;To Trust&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3256034104096233948-764956797913817885?l=aibilife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aibilife.blogspot.com/feeds/764956797913817885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3256034104096233948&amp;postID=764956797913817885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256034104096233948/posts/default/764956797913817885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256034104096233948/posts/default/764956797913817885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aibilife.blogspot.com/2008/08/new-god-mother.html' title='New God-mother!'/><author><name>Aibi</name><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-3256034104096233948.post-6478736696367324222</id><published>2008-08-12T16:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T17:14:17.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No lessonsss!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;This week, supposed to start our term 3 class. But because our lecturer, Lim was sick! So, this one whole week, no class!!! Last night I was still telling Bi, how I wish I have a longer holiday. And now, indeed, I have a longer holiday. It 5 in the afternoon. Sky was in a pitch dark. Wind so strong. It's going to rain like cats and dogs. Nice time to take a short nap.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Last night, went Geylang for frog leg porridge. The extra and extra spiciness. Yummy!! Both of us eat till we perspire like nobody business. After which, we went Mustafa for shopping! Bi got for me the baby-G watch. Am really into watches for these few months. Past few months got 4 watches frm town and last week, an Aigner watch. This disease will last for months.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Lesson starting next week. Makes me think of the exam coming soon and... =x I hate it!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;To Trust&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3256034104096233948-6478736696367324222?l=aibilife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aibilife.blogspot.com/feeds/6478736696367324222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3256034104096233948&amp;postID=6478736696367324222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256034104096233948/posts/default/6478736696367324222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256034104096233948/posts/default/6478736696367324222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aibilife.blogspot.com/2008/08/no-lessonsss.html' title='No lessonsss!'/><author><name>Aibi</name><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-3256034104096233948.post-1161544546987506320</id><published>2008-08-08T02:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T03:03:11.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Belated B'day + Dinner</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;It's my darling's B'day! Who Who?? Of cuz, its Sugi! Met Sugi earlier for shopping at Plaza Sing. Hmm.. Laterssss.. Haha.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Waited for our Princess, Jamie and off we go to Paradize Center.  Went to the Actor steamboat place, named Hey Hey Steamboat. Consist of some Hong Kong snackz. The soup base was nice. Apple broth.. Tried it bfore? Guess that's the onli place that has this soup base. Well, Terence Cao wasnt there. Missed it! The food there was excellent except the fishball. Jme, I dun like their fishball. Of cuz, their service was EXCELLENT!! Really good.. Especially the waiter there, just one particular waiter. We were thinking, he might be interested in Jme?  Here is how he approach...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;**Clear Throat** &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Waiter: Hi, anything else to add on?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Jme: Yes! Can I have, this.. this.. that.. that... (All snacks) What is the filling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Waiter: Explain whats the filling... The milk, coconut, bla bla bla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Jme: Ok.. We'll try these both (Golden something and the Fried Green Tea balls)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Waiter: Ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;**After a few minutes** Food Served. Finished eating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Waiter: Anything else to add on? How's the snacks?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Jme: Oh! The golden something is nice. But I prefer the Fried Green Tea Balls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;**3minutes later**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Waiter: Here's another Fried Green Tea ball. U can have it, since you like it **Stunt!**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Jme*Giggling*: Oh nonono.. It's ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Waiter*Smiling*: It's our treat. U can have it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Jme: Oh nono.. It's ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Waiter: Nono.. U can have it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Jme: Nono.. It's ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Ivy: -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Sugi: Laughing.. Haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Ivy: Erm.. U can leave it on the table. We eat it later&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Jamie Blushed!!! Hahaha.. Hey! Why reject the waiter when he is so nice to you? Hmm? It's rude to reject ppl when they serve u niceeeee food! Hahha.. Anyway, it was a fun and enjoyable dinner!! We'll have it again soon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;To Trust&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3256034104096233948-1161544546987506320?l=aibilife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aibilife.blogspot.com/feeds/1161544546987506320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3256034104096233948&amp;postID=1161544546987506320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256034104096233948/posts/default/1161544546987506320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256034104096233948/posts/default/1161544546987506320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aibilife.blogspot.com/2008/08/happy-belated-bday-dinner.html' title='Happy Belated B&apos;day + Dinner'/><author><name>Aibi</name><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-3256034104096233948.post-7320439870445880475</id><published>2008-08-05T00:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T01:07:44.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fresh updates!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Ha! Time for updates! Today was awesome! After 2 days of game-ing and rotting at home. Met Jamie at Orchard and she was late, again! Haha.. Had lunch and shopped ard at Far East. Booked our Pedicure at Nailbar. They provide excellent service and it's not expensive. The chair they have, it's OTO WITH MASSAGE!! The scrubbing, Wooo... I'm going to get the honey sugar scrub. Soon! And never to our expect, Jamie met her playmate! In primary 1. She happen to be the boss of the nailbar! She remembered Jme. This means, "Jme, u haven change! I mean ur look. And u have a bad memory that u dun recognised her!" Even so, no discount given too. Haha.. And we'll be going back there soon! I strongly recommend ppl to go ur nails or spa or waxing there. They're really friendly and funny. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nailsbar.com.sg/"&gt;www.nailsbar.com.sg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Both of us tried the 3-D nail art. Am satisfied with the design! =) Oh! I saw Jun Sheng and Gab, my ITE frenz at Far East and we met twice! Been yrs seen I see em. They look the same. No changes in them. Haha.. Heard from em that they're upgrading themself in SMA. Singapore of Management sch. I saw Commercial Law in their modules! Haha.. A yr Dip course, cost 9k! Isnt it ex? Guys, study hard and good luck! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#6600cc;"&gt;After which, went for the Vinegar Fish and chip. It taste awesome! But.... Hahha! Never eat that walking ard. If you want, you can use that to walk towards the crowd. They'll let u through. Haha.. That's how yucky the smell is! Sat down at aside with the fish&amp;amp;chips and ice milk tea. Yummy~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#6600cc;"&gt;And then, jme head back home and I went Clementi to meet up with Simon. My divemaster who dotes me lots. Bought the Open Water book and stuff from him and he rides me home! So much to update each other! Thanks, simon. And I heard more about the dive trip, the young guy who was killed by propeller. It was just a min to the jetty where all the rescue team were ready, the guy gave up. Understand that he fought really hard. Cuz his heartbeat stopped on the way to Mersing n after rescue, he's back breathing again! And the 2nd time, he's gone. They were doing night dives at the Jetty. He didnt know tt there's a boat on top of him and neither does the pilot knows that there's a diver just below him, he starts the engine. 2 of his arteries were cut. Causing him to lose tooo much blood. Really a tragic plight. That is why, I dun like doing night dives. First, its so damn dark and scary. U have 1 torch light that shines only where u're shining. Whatever's ard u, u don't know. Cuz it's pitch dark. 2nd, the danger of the propellers. After this incident, no way am going to do any single night dives. NO WAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;To Trust&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3256034104096233948-7320439870445880475?l=aibilife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aibilife.blogspot.com/feeds/7320439870445880475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3256034104096233948&amp;postID=7320439870445880475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256034104096233948/posts/default/7320439870445880475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256034104096233948/posts/default/7320439870445880475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aibilife.blogspot.com/2008/08/fresh-updates.html' title='Fresh updates!'/><author><name>Aibi</name><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-3256034104096233948.post-2120872108806066252</id><published>2008-08-02T21:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T21:57:37.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's weekend!! Everyone must be out, shopping, movie-ing, gathering, wat-so-ever. And me, playing game whole of today and I guess tml too. Had nothing to do at home. Woke up at 12noon, start gaming till 3pm, went down IMM for lunch, shop for more game again and get my stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day before yesterday, Bi bought for me the Aeroplane stimulator. Not that fun, though. And yesterdat, we went and play the real toy plane. Bi doesnt allow me to play, until I've learned how to play with my glider. Ha! Still waiting to be fixed. And there's one guy, Don, he was trying to show off playing some stunt in the air. Guess wat? At the fullest speed, 90Deg down and POP!! Crashed!! The whole engine went into the ground. Can u imagine how great the impact was? Haha.. Show off la!! Everything just break into pieces. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the weekend with him. Always had fun. Went Opp. Bedok Reservoir for boating. Trying to catch some fresh prawns. No luck.. Haha.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arghhh!!! Bored!! Bored! Bored!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;To Trust&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3256034104096233948-2120872108806066252?l=aibilife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aibilife.blogspot.com/feeds/2120872108806066252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3256034104096233948&amp;postID=2120872108806066252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256034104096233948/posts/default/2120872108806066252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256034104096233948/posts/default/2120872108806066252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aibilife.blogspot.com/2008/08/its-weekend-everyone-must-be-out.html' title=''/><author><name>Aibi</name><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-3256034104096233948.post-6295860037587984526</id><published>2008-07-29T00:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T00:48:25.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'>X'am Over!</title><content type='html'>Guess what, people! I've finished my exam! ALL my 5 modules!! ALL 5!! Today, this paper totally sucks! Whatever the lecturer gave us, teach us for the supp-paper, NOTHING came out. Assshole Francis! Went in exam hall later than anyone. Moment I walked past Sugi, She immediately Sigh... Hai... Oh! Knew its going to be a baaad paper. Sat down and think of 1 qnz for 15mins! Thinking how am I going to start. FRANCIS!!! Asshole!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AFter exam, went Habourfront with gals foe lunch and shopping. Lunch at Thai accent. Gals has no appetite. But I have! Because for the past few days, I've been having instant noodle. After lunch, shopping!! Bought croc shoe for my boating, 2 shirt, 3 scarf and a ring. Been a month plus since I shop! Went Petlover center see puppy. Corgi!! I love Corgi! Sooo cute! Ahhh!! Anyway, Bi is not going to let me have it. He says it's a burden. Hmpf~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went Arcade played. Wahaha! That was real fun! Especially that crazy sugi! SHE IS INSANE!! We played the throwing of balls to the big screen. And she was.. "Stupid Francis.." ANd keep throwing. That was really tiring! Played with the basketball. Wo... No Way! Arm is aching. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamie has to go off and Sugi and I continue our shopping and went Asian Kitchen for dinner. And guess what, I rubbed my eyes and suddenly, my eyes hurts like hell and had blur vision. Ran out to the Better Vision for check up. Yes! My lenses is hidden under-neth my eye-lid. Eeeks! And they says it'll fall out either later or maybe tml. Lucky I bought mjy spec along. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wa... Today is the best day I've ever had in the past 1 mth! Thanks ladies! Like I've said, you gals are my angel! Muackzzzz!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;To Trust&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3256034104096233948-6295860037587984526?l=aibilife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aibilife.blogspot.com/feeds/6295860037587984526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3256034104096233948&amp;postID=6295860037587984526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256034104096233948/posts/default/6295860037587984526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256034104096233948/posts/default/6295860037587984526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aibilife.blogspot.com/2008/07/xam-over.html' title='X&apos;am Over!'/><author><name>Aibi</name><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-3256034104096233948.post-5552435541610546338</id><published>2008-07-23T16:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T16:50:11.572+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The exam period</title><content type='html'>It's Wednesday! Had cleared my 4 module out of 5!! One more to go next Monday. After that paper, I'll be free!! Talking bout yesterday paper. I've really tried my best! But when I got out of the exam hall, my heart dun feel good. Seems like I'm not going to make it thru for this paper. TW was still fine. Just OD not doing good. Yes, dense me! It's a 3hr paper. I went off after 2hr. Ass cant sit long. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went International Plaza collected Bi pants and head down to Bugis. I've been craving for the Aji-Tei for very very long time. All so busy to go with me. So, I sat down there and dine Alone... Until 5.15pm, the gals called me. "Sugi, when I told u I was eating alone, you sounds like me so pitiful" Haha.. Of cuz, am very happy u gals came, joined and shopped with me. "Jme, you said you got the shopping mood. But wat have you got?? Hmm??" Hahha... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We found out something during exam period and students sitting in the exam hall. All kinda pattern and action. Like the pervert, just stare blank and can sit for hours. Another Pervert, Mike who sat beside me, cant stop taking off and putting his spec. Say hundred times of sorry to me becuz he pushed the table so many times!! It's roller table. His is not locked. So, it slides... Once 2 time, I said it's ok. After that, I dun care! Where to find time to keep saying.. "It's Ok.. It's Ok..?" -.- And he was talking to himself!! Worst of all, he keep sighning. It's very distractive! 2 time!! 2 time he was next to me. Yesterday was another indian mix with I dunno wat..  HE IS......... Cant I cross my leg!?!?! -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been throwing lotsa temper and cried so much for these 1 mth preparation. It's really stressful when you have to study everything, memorised it and apply it during exam. Tues, Wed, Thurs. 3 paper in a straight row. That was the worst!! I cried till 6am in the morning and finally get to sleep. Woke up 10am in the morning to laze around. I was truly into depression. The feeling was.... I feel throwing my laptop, breaking my dining table, jumping down from the 9th storey and thats it. I DIDNT! At least, I can control my way of doing things. But am better now! Thanks Bi.. He was there all the while, allowing me to throw tantrum. But not tooo much and he says, no more next time. I almost finish my relaxing pills! That is how scary it is when it comes to exam. I'm not the study kind.. But I have no choice. Yes! MBA! I still wan to take MBA with this kinda attitude? Maybe I need a Pychologies. Anyone can intro me a goooood one? Otherwise, that might be the end of ME! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok... Time to prepare for another paper. The last and final one of this month! After next week, am going to play full week! No one is going to stop me. Sugi and Jme, make urself free!!! Am coming to disturb u galsssss...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;To Trust&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3256034104096233948-5552435541610546338?l=aibilife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aibilife.blogspot.com/feeds/5552435541610546338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3256034104096233948&amp;postID=5552435541610546338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256034104096233948/posts/default/5552435541610546338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256034104096233948/posts/default/5552435541610546338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aibilife.blogspot.com/2008/07/exam-period.html' title='The exam period'/><author><name>Aibi</name><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-3256034104096233948.post-3095543428015783916</id><published>2008-07-13T01:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T01:31:19.975+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Him</title><content type='html'>There's something in my mind, some words i would like to say and lotsa question i would like to ask him. What had happened to our friendship 4yrs ago? Thought we're always e best buddy being together? Always spending weekends together, doing things that we like? I've not remembered anything that happened to us. Or just... Everything happened too quickly? But there's one word i remembered very very clearly is that he said i'm a xiao mei mei. Of cuz! That was when i'm 17! Am going on 21. Entering into adulthood.. I wish that i could talk to him. Talked bout wat had happened at Jervois Road..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;To Trust&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3256034104096233948-3095543428015783916?l=aibilife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aibilife.blogspot.com/feeds/3095543428015783916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3256034104096233948&amp;postID=3095543428015783916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256034104096233948/posts/default/3095543428015783916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256034104096233948/posts/default/3095543428015783916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aibilife.blogspot.com/2008/07/him.html' title='Him'/><author><name>Aibi</name><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-3256034104096233948.post-3908964417695445807</id><published>2008-07-10T14:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T14:36:13.417+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Man in ladies toilet</title><content type='html'>Yes, exam is less than a week!! This time round, i'm taking things slow and easy. Not as anxious, as stressful as previous exam. Cuz i know i cant take stress any longer! Last night, went school for my tutorial. I was in e toilet. And guess wat? Suddenly, i hear man's voice! From e tone and language, i guess he's from Thai. I paused from watever i'm doing in e cubicle. Was thinking, did i enter into e wrong toilet? No! My surrounding was pink! Not blue! This is so freaking scary. Pee half way, heard man's voice! Heard frm jme, it's a guy in our toilet and he's with a ponytail tied up. Transsexual? Ha! Even if he is, 'he' is still not allowed to be in ladies toilet!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;To Trust&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3256034104096233948-3908964417695445807?l=aibilife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aibilife.blogspot.com/feeds/3908964417695445807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3256034104096233948&amp;postID=3908964417695445807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256034104096233948/posts/default/3908964417695445807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256034104096233948/posts/default/3908964417695445807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aibilife.blogspot.com/2008/07/man-in-ladies-toilet.html' title='Man in ladies toilet'/><author><name>Aibi</name><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-3256034104096233948.post-838692560954765080</id><published>2008-07-07T01:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T01:51:46.678+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A new place</title><content type='html'>It's sunday! My boating day. Yes! We've changed a place to play with our babies. It's at tampiness, e small forrest with no toilet, no proper walking path with slopes. Pee in e bushes, defini mosquito, antsie.. But e scenery was great! And guess wat? E water there is as clear as place i used to dive. It's a pond, actually. Just opposite e little forrest, there's i bunch of guys playing with heli and planes. Nice!! I'm so tempted to get one myself. This place is a totally relaxing place for me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;To Trust&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3256034104096233948-838692560954765080?l=aibilife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aibilife.blogspot.com/feeds/838692560954765080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3256034104096233948&amp;postID=838692560954765080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256034104096233948/posts/default/838692560954765080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256034104096233948/posts/default/838692560954765080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aibilife.blogspot.com/2008/07/new-place.html' title='A new place'/><author><name>Aibi</name><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-3256034104096233948.post-1095896648416819798</id><published>2008-06-28T15:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T15:59:09.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Total disappointment!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I've been having nighmares these few nights. The nightmare makes me perspire after waking up and makes me dun like sleeping. I love sleeping. I need at least, 10hrs of sleep to be fully energetic thru the day. But not these few nights. Slept at 3am and waking up at 7am, for no reason. Shower, iron clothing, tidy kitchen. The day before yesterday, I throw temper at Bi. He left me home and do watever I want. I teared my notes, burn em all, keep crying, ate 2 relaxing pills and a sleeping pill. It dun help! I cant sleep! Someone, somebody, who... Stole my soul and smile away. I'm not myself, not the happy Ahbi like I used to be. What's happening? I tried to keep myself occupied by doing housechores and not touching any of my books for straight 3days. Just yesterday, I played my Racing game at home the whole day with the loudest volume I can go. I dun care! I dun care who complain. I just need something to vent my anger and stress out of me. Imagine u're at home and nobody to talk to. He's working in the day time, came back evening and do his boat. Night, surf his net. And Zzz!!! It's a routine for him. I tried to talk to him and he just give me.. Hmm.. Huh.. Orgh.. -.-  Is this a conversation?? A person who stays at home for many days and weeks, with no one to talk to, what will the person become?? INSANE!!! Just like me! Galfrenz are busy with their own activities. My Da Ge's have their beloved galfren and doesnt care abt their xiao mei anymore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Sat morning, he went Malacca, dumping me at home, by myself again. What will u do when ur beloved ones becomes emotionally unstable? Spent more time with her, yes?? NO! He dump me at home! I'm stepping back. In terms of relationship, friendship, family kinship and life. Totally Disappointed!   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;To Trust&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3256034104096233948-1095896648416819798?l=aibilife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aibilife.blogspot.com/feeds/1095896648416819798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3256034104096233948&amp;postID=1095896648416819798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256034104096233948/posts/default/1095896648416819798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256034104096233948/posts/default/1095896648416819798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aibilife.blogspot.com/2008/06/total-disappointment.html' title='Total disappointment!'/><author><name>Aibi</name><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-3256034104096233948.post-4208264062629031159</id><published>2008-06-20T12:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T12:48:07.141+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I dunno.....</title><content type='html'>Lesson's over. Exam coming in 3 weeks time. I have 5 modules to take in 2 weeks. Thanks to my dense brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday after class, went Serene Center to have our lunch. Yes, with the gals. Jme insist of eating Mac! Fast Foooood. People who know me well knows that I dun eat fast food. UNLESS.... Foodstalls are close, no instant noodle,  super hungry and had no choice, but to bite 2 mouthful of burger and thats it. Jme, u still dun understand me well enough. =)  We ended up eating some shitty Jap food. Srry Jme.. Went and had pur dessert at Island Cremeary. Jme, buying a tub back home is nice!! Watching TV, holding the tub of ice-cream, BEST!! It's a small tube. I ate up half a tub yesterday while watching show. It's not alot and not sweet.. You might want to get 1!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.. Here is something I dun understand. Jme had been saying I'm a hot-tempered person. FIRST TIME! First time ppl close to me said I'm a hot-tempered person. Am I, people??? Tell meeeee.... I dun like hot-tempered ppl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These few days had weird dreams.. The people who appeared in my life, but disappeared because of some misunderstanding. Why are they in my dream?? Haha! Rather to see them in person than to be in my dream when there's nothing I can do, nothing I can say. Lots to tell em.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.. Dunno wat shit I'm talking.. Brain not functioning well again. Time to return to books.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;To Trust&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3256034104096233948-4208264062629031159?l=aibilife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aibilife.blogspot.com/feeds/4208264062629031159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3256034104096233948&amp;postID=4208264062629031159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256034104096233948/posts/default/4208264062629031159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256034104096233948/posts/default/4208264062629031159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aibilife.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-dunno.html' title='I dunno.....'/><author><name>Aibi</name><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-3256034104096233948.post-3791601230309060436</id><published>2008-06-12T13:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T13:57:30.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The bad things always happen all in 1 day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Every morning, dragged myself up to school. But not recently. Every end of the term, I'll drag myself to sch. Cuz I already have that study at home mood. Haha.. Exam cominggggg...  My stress cells activating soon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Things happened yesterday, all on the same time. First, electricity got cut off bcuz of the tupid landlord who doesnt pay his bills.  Second, I received a call, speaking very very anxiously.. "Hey! Ivy! You know what happened to Uncle Oma? He's in the hospital now! You dunno?" And the previous night, he was in my house fixing boats and I was playing with his grandson. Ha!! I thought something happened on his way back home. Nahz.. He was fixing our big boat. Doing some demo to my another fren and........ The punch gun just punch the nail thru his hand!! I cannot imagine his reaction. He's that kinda uncle who is afraid of pain. Ooo... Scary. 2 days hospitalized. Bi went and visited him. The 3rd matter is that our friend, went into jail today for taking drugs. We knew him for quite sometimes and doesnt know that he actually took drug. And he dun look like he's on drugs. 5years. W'll see him in 5 years time.  At night, the boating Esmond came up with his handsome son. We dun talk, but often race in Punggol, wanting to beat each other.  Freaking rich man. Came and bought some boats from Bi. Ha! Everytime when he comes up, he'll spend money here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Didnt go sch today. Skipped school.  Waking up at 9am. Haha! No time.. Muz well sleep thru the morning. Woke up at 12noon. Always get scolding when I skip sch. This time, Bi asked me... " Why didnt go sch again?" I SAY ITS HOLIDAY!! Haha.. No scolding.... But of cuz have to attend class tml. Alright! Time to start my research again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;To Trust&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3256034104096233948-3791601230309060436?l=aibilife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aibilife.blogspot.com/feeds/3791601230309060436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3256034104096233948&amp;postID=3791601230309060436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256034104096233948/posts/default/3791601230309060436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256034104096233948/posts/default/3791601230309060436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aibilife.blogspot.com/2008/06/bad-things-always-happen-all-in-1-day.html' title='The bad things always happen all in 1 day'/><author><name>Aibi</name><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-3256034104096233948.post-9077546333698846815</id><published>2008-06-10T21:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T22:13:23.879+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Condolence to the Family of the diver</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Exam cominggggg... I AM STARTING TO FEEL VERY STRESS!!! Especially when I have so many module to deal with in few weeks time. Depression, soon, it'll hit me! And yesterday, my big brother from Sunnycove updated me about Dayang stuff which he usually do. He's like my... Reporter from Dayang. Haha.. Yes, he updated me saying there's a diver who died there, cut by the boat propeller!! Cut throat!! My next question was... Is his head still attached to his body? Propeller cut! No joke.. The blade is really sharp! Even when I got cut by Nitro boat propeller, my flesh can split open! That is only 1% of what the real actual propeller size. Of cuz, the scar will be there forever.. Horrible! Imagine you dive half way and suddenly blood in the water, infront of u? What will u do? I'll faint underwater. Hahaha! Unconscience diver. This is the reason why Bi doesnt allow me to dive without his presence. A yr since I dive. Really miss diving! Am so desperate for compressed air! I need that!! It's addictive!! Soon! I'll go again. Missed Dayang so damn much! The memories there, the sand, the water, the hills, the pomelo tree, the Nemo, the trigger fish that I like to disturb but will never attack me! Ha!! Those were the great time I had with all my Da Ge. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;To Trust&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3256034104096233948-9077546333698846815?l=aibilife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aibilife.blogspot.com/feeds/9077546333698846815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3256034104096233948&amp;postID=9077546333698846815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256034104096233948/posts/default/9077546333698846815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256034104096233948/posts/default/9077546333698846815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aibilife.blogspot.com/2008/06/exam-cominggggg.html' title='Condolence to the Family of the diver'/><author><name>Aibi</name><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-3256034104096233948.post-3712526550945603061</id><published>2008-06-06T23:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T23:25:58.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's over</title><content type='html'>Yes.. Finally got the time to update my blog. Fri went dating with Sugi. That was a nice date at Kbox! =)  Thanks gal! Where's jme?? MIA! Haha... Thurs and Fri is grandpa's first yr death anniversary. And so, Thurs morning went back home, get myself ready and head down to start the praying. Stand kneel, stand kneel and kneel. These are wat we are doing for these 2 days. Today was a little early @ 8am. I am so dead tired! Shag!!! Went up and down the block, carrying things and especially my grandpa is the most important person in our family, we spend alot of time folding the paper money, tons and tons of it! Wasnt feeling well today too. Had nothing in my stomach!! Nothing! Am going to order Mac now. Haha! Went old Jurong road and get everything burned. The fire, the paper money. Allllllll over! Went back home and had to climb stairs with dad. All the way up to 11 storey. Now, am going up to YS and guess wat, Bi is going to massage for me!! First time! Muz buy 4-D.. Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Ladies, see you gals when sch re-open! Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;To Trust&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3256034104096233948-3712526550945603061?l=aibilife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aibilife.blogspot.com/feeds/3712526550945603061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3256034104096233948&amp;postID=3712526550945603061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256034104096233948/posts/default/3712526550945603061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256034104096233948/posts/default/3712526550945603061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aibilife.blogspot.com/2008/06/its-over.html' title='It&apos;s over'/><author><name>Aibi</name><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-3256034104096233948.post-4528272691588506947</id><published>2008-05-25T15:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T15:24:15.031+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ruby, my little hammie</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Another weekend passing. Bi is coming back soon!!! Real soon! Cant wait though. Haha! Anyway, me went Anchor point Pet Lover Shop and get some stuff for Ruby. SHE IS SO DAMN ADORABLE!! And so damn fat too! Sugi mum was asking, that's rat or a hamster? It's actually a dwarf hamster. Bought her the hamster rolling ball. Haha! Let her out for an hour plus. Didnt realise until suddenly house so quiet. No running balls sound. Went and search for it. She lie down flat!! Eyes opened so damn big! I thought she's dead! Scare the hell of my life! I thought I killed another animal. I shake it and she wake up. Think she's really exhasted. Haha.. Moment i put her in, she went for sand bathing. So long! She's a clean gal. And the cutest part of her is that she walked on 2 hind leg more often than she walked on 4 leg. She also do pull up! Haha!! That is so funny! And after a while, she fell. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Usually hamsters love to have cotton wool in their house. She is different. She'll first use the cotton wool to cover her doors, peep thru the tiny window and she scratch herself. After which, she'll drag the cotton wool down to the ground floor. A hamster with attitude and character. She'll stone! lying down in the wheel with eyes so bright big and stone. No matter how I call, she'll just stone down there. Till I shake the cage.  Even with food. Messing up all the food and slowly choose what she want. Those that she dun eat, will leave it there till I change her cage. They said I've pampered her too much?? Nono.. She's born to be so fussy with food. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I've made the right choose by buying her over from the pet shop. Next, will upgrade her house! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;To Trust&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3256034104096233948-4528272691588506947?l=aibilife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aibilife.blogspot.com/feeds/4528272691588506947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3256034104096233948&amp;postID=4528272691588506947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256034104096233948/posts/default/4528272691588506947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256034104096233948/posts/default/4528272691588506947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aibilife.blogspot.com/2008/05/ruby-my-little-hammie.html' title='Ruby, my little hammie'/><author><name>Aibi</name><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-3256034104096233948.post-7431763741554120035</id><published>2008-05-22T23:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T23:58:10.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>I suddenly realise, I need my 2 galfren so much! They're really my angel. Who are there when I need them. Especially Sugi. Haha.. Me so afraid to shower at night and I dunno who to call. Called her. Suprisingly, she ans my call! Hahhaa. Cuz she always dont!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went and bought webcam at Vivo challenger. Wat a stupid webcam. Though it;s very clear, it keep disconnected from my computer!!! Angry!! Tml have to call the technical support.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tml lesson in the morning. Daaaaaamn boring!!! I cant force myself to love ODTW module. I JUST CANT!! And I simply hate that module. Dun ask me why. Just disliked like THAT much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its going 12mid.  Zzzz! Nites, guys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;To Trust&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3256034104096233948-7431763741554120035?l=aibilife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aibilife.blogspot.com/feeds/7431763741554120035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3256034104096233948&amp;postID=7431763741554120035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256034104096233948/posts/default/7431763741554120035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256034104096233948/posts/default/7431763741554120035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aibilife.blogspot.com/2008/05/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Aibi</name><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-3256034104096233948.post-3733475217134284755</id><published>2008-05-18T00:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T00:43:59.594+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Past few days was in a very down mood. Though met my 2 angel for movie, lunch, dinner and shopping. Still dont feel good. Been having alot of Negative thoughts. **BAD**  Went back home after meeting the gals. House so dark, not a single soul. People who know me well will know am afraid of dark and loneliness. All lights, TV on.  Went shower after returning back from Marina. S. Just bout to finish shower, heard some noises. Veyr near me but cant figure out where's tt sound coming from. Cant call Bi. Thought of Sugi! My angel!!! Hahaha.. Chat with her for an hour. Thank you, lady!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;These 2 days had been webcam-ming with her.  That was fun! Especially her mum and her brother. Hahah! Just missed her dad and she'll be showing me her whole family! Hahah.. Talking thru webcam feels better then just typing, talking in MSN. At least after webcam-ming, I feel as if I've just met her and after a long talk.  I cannot imagine these period without Bi and Sugi. It'll be a hell life torture for me.  Maybe in Mental Hospital, diagnose with Depression. Maybe I've already have. Haha!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And jme, put our plane huh! Say wanna online. Sugi and I waited for you for 2days!! Hahaha! Where have you gone to?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;To Trust&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3256034104096233948-3733475217134284755?l=aibilife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aibilife.blogspot.com/feeds/3733475217134284755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3256034104096233948&amp;postID=3733475217134284755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256034104096233948/posts/default/3733475217134284755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256034104096233948/posts/default/3733475217134284755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aibilife.blogspot.com/2008/05/past-few-days-was-in-very-down-mood.html' title=''/><author><name>Aibi</name><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-3256034104096233948.post-1078322551917497276</id><published>2008-05-14T20:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T21:23:14.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What goin-on with the world?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Right! Jme has the right saying.. "What is going-on with this world??" Mynmar flood, China and Indonesian Earthquakes, World selling fake and dangerous illegal pills and Tsunami in 2004. Last night channel 8 news, the showed what happened in China after the earthquake. The dead, the ones struggling to survive, those still trapped, those parents crying, desperately looking for their children. Man! I feel like crying!!! Mostly are kids. This morning, when I was reading Newspaper, I was asking myself, why kids?? Why those innocent kids who knows nothing bout this world yet?? Why not those evil man who did lotsa harm to human and to the world?? Why not those terrorist; those idiotic bastards! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Yesterday morning, a heavy vehicle carrying cement over-turned in the middle of the road, causes big jam. This afternoon after having lunch with jme, went back, a cargo heavy vehicle over-turned. -.- What is wrong with Singapore's heavy vehicle?? Is there problems with the vehicle or is the driver who are reckless?? From what I've seen how those driver driving heavy vehicles, ITS THE DRIVERS FAULT. There was once, Bi was driving 110km/h. And the cement heavy vehicle just Zooom! Passed by us. Which means, it drove more than 110km/h! The whole vehicle was bouncing. Dangerous! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Hopefully people who got trapped under concrete will be saved soon! God Bless em!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;To Trust&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3256034104096233948-1078322551917497276?l=aibilife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aibilife.blogspot.com/feeds/1078322551917497276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3256034104096233948&amp;postID=1078322551917497276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256034104096233948/posts/default/1078322551917497276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256034104096233948/posts/default/1078322551917497276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aibilife.blogspot.com/2008/05/what-goin-on-with-world.html' title='What goin-on with the world?'/><author><name>Aibi</name><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-3256034104096233948.post-954795704674132511</id><published>2008-05-11T01:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T01:08:29.654+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coin purse</title><content type='html'>Ahhhh!!!!!! SHIT ME!!!! Lost my coin purse in Giant!!! Bought a B'day cake for my first brother. Ended up with 10 over dollar lost. Dunno wats going on with me. Keep forgetting things and cant concentrate or focus doing on one thing. -.-  Going to bang wall soon!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Treat it as donation bah! -.-  Bought the purse recently with Jme. Not fated with the purse! Hmpf~ 1am now. Time to take my sleeping pillZzzz...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;To Trust&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3256034104096233948-954795704674132511?l=aibilife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aibilife.blogspot.com/feeds/954795704674132511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3256034104096233948&amp;postID=954795704674132511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256034104096233948/posts/default/954795704674132511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256034104096233948/posts/default/954795704674132511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aibilife.blogspot.com/2008/05/coin-purse.html' title='Coin purse'/><author><name>Aibi</name><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-3256034104096233948.post-598949449139314258</id><published>2008-04-22T23:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T23:43:26.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Italian Romeo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Hey people!!! =)  Time for me to update!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Last weekend went for ADEX.  It's not as interesting or as crowded as 3yrs back.  Things change alot!! The hall looks so empty, but still met few familiar faces. All my Big brothers from Sunnycove!!  Lester, who always take great care of my wounds whenever I injuried during the trip.  Honestly, I missed the days and times spent in Dayang, at the pool with those big brother. Those are the places that brings me great memories.. I was...... 18yrs old!! Times flies huh.. Am going 21 soon. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Today!!! The most exciting day! I  MET GIORDANO!!! Haha.. My Italian Romeo!  Met him for dinner at St. Julien.  Private room, facing the nice scenery with candle, Lobster soup with Squid all the way from Britain, Lobster with Avocado, the main course of medium well beef steak with the best of the best wine! Wooooo... This is soooo great!!! Awesome!!! Ha! Met him there and ops! A great big, warm and cozy hug from him! Nice, sweet, wonderful guy. Yes, Jamie, he is indeed a good catch.  But one cost. HE FLIES WRONG THE WORLD!! Hahhaa.. How to get a boyfriend who flies round the world?? Hmm.. This weekend, he wants to meet my bestie! So, Jme and Sugi, try to make yourself available either on Sat night, St. James or Sunday, Sentosa.  =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Tml, going to DB and visit my brother. Ah... Always create so much trouble in the camp. -.-  Cant let me have a peace of mind whenever he's posted to new camp.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;To Trust&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3256034104096233948-598949449139314258?l=aibilife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aibilife.blogspot.com/feeds/598949449139314258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3256034104096233948&amp;postID=598949449139314258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256034104096233948/posts/default/598949449139314258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256034104096233948/posts/default/598949449139314258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aibilife.blogspot.com/2008/04/italian-romeo.html' title='Italian Romeo'/><author><name>Aibi</name><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-3256034104096233948.post-8316748909536029466</id><published>2008-04-15T18:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T18:21:36.677+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love you!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;This morning, waking up at 9plus, get myself washed up and head down to Anchor Point, had lunch with my crazy gals in the HK Cafe.  Again, was late. Ha! Great time together!! Now, I cant imagine my life without em.  THe two of them are just sooooo crazy, sooooo funny, sooo enthu.  Whenever I'm with em, I've no worries, no trouble. Thank you, ladies!!! Sounds so les! Haha...  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Am planning more outing, more oversea's trip, more advanturous activity.  Jme, here is it.  Trekking/Hiking during our 1 week break, cycling on the weekend, chill-out on weekdays, going HK at end of the year, and Dayang (malaysia) in June.  Cool?? Sugi and I dun have any problem with these. Haha.. It's you, my lady. So feminine. Can take all these sporty stuff??? Cant wait to spend days and time with you gals. Crazy nights!!! Can talk all night long. Hahaha.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Yesterday, we spent.... 10hrs together!!!! Hahaha... Our conversation has no ending. I dun spent  my time like this with my family outside. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Gotta pack bag and off to Yishun!! See you gals tml! Muackz!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;To Trust&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3256034104096233948-8316748909536029466?l=aibilife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aibilife.blogspot.com/feeds/8316748909536029466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3256034104096233948&amp;postID=8316748909536029466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256034104096233948/posts/default/8316748909536029466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256034104096233948/posts/default/8316748909536029466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aibilife.blogspot.com/2008/04/love-you.html' title='Love you!'/><author><name>Aibi</name><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-3256034104096233948.post-5177061349973369505</id><published>2008-04-14T23:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T00:16:16.665+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The update/guest/sch/my gals</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;It's time for me to update again..  Right after exam till Mon, I've been slacking. Sleep, eat, shit.  This is a damn great life after a month plus of mugging.  That kills!! And on Sat, Bi brought me to Buona Vista for Shabu Shabu house to taste 'Black Pig' .  That is the onli place that has black pork and it's really ex cuz onli Japan has that breed of pig! Aw...... Breed more la... The taste is Awesome!! Totally different from those normal pork.  And I had 2 freaking large plate of that.  I'll be back there again to have it! Ha...  And so, on sunday, another quarrel.  Hate quarrelling. None stop of his preaching. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Oh yes!!! Last night, my landlord brought his guest up to his place and stay.  Suddenly I return back home, a guy from German, open the door!  Stunned! He looked at me and I stare at him.  That was funny.  Paused for 3min and I asked, looking for....? And he said, your fren and asked, so, may I enter? Hahaha... Me laugh and... of cuz!!! His father was there too. Of cuz, son looks better la. Blue eyes, tall with beautiful feature.  I was told with NO short shorts, NO wearing of just T-shirt to sleep! With room always locked. -.-  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;And today, sch resumed. We have a funny lecturer.  He dun call us, student, pay attention but he literally Hweeet! So loud to get our attention. And he's rather polite to ladies. He was looking at my essay and.. "Can I, or May I look at your essay?" Haha..  Right after sch, went and have lunch with gals at Sunplaza, shop around Bugis, chilled out.  The most interesting part is when we were in Food Court, a couple, looks like 17, 18yrs old, sat in one corner, not eating, no food on the table.  THEY ARE THERE JUST FOR KISS, HUGZ!! Godness!!! There're 2 level of foodcourt. We were upstairs and is able to look down. Freaking gross la! Even the tongue...... Eeeew! Haha... Cant stand Sugi.. Bout 7plus, they stood up and walk off. -.-  These youngsters have basically nothing to do but to sit in FoodCourt and kiss! -.-  Cant they do it at home!!!? Or in the park? (Sugi suggested)  Talk abt Sugi, SHE IS IN LOVE!!! With the Ang Mo we saw at Bugis Junction! Hahha!  Yes, he's cute, tall, well-built, neat, clean, handsome, wat else? Hahaha... She need a blue-eyes man badly! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Yes, I got $500 from Government.  But its installement kind.   Am trying hard to save money when I'm actually not working. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;To Trust&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3256034104096233948-5177061349973369505?l=aibilife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aibilife.blogspot.com/feeds/5177061349973369505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3256034104096233948&amp;postID=5177061349973369505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256034104096233948/posts/default/5177061349973369505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256034104096233948/posts/default/5177061349973369505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aibilife.blogspot.com/2008/04/updateguestschmy-gals.html' title='The update/guest/sch/my gals'/><author><name>Aibi</name><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-3256034104096233948.post-6455359247978089914</id><published>2008-04-07T14:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T19:09:07.625+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anger!</title><content type='html'>Here's my update.  On sat, woke up at 2pm. Bi is already awake at 12nn. Woke me up but I am sooo dead tired! He's angry! Cuz he's hungry! Hahhaa.. Went Serangoon had the black chicken soup. Wa... Best!! Went Steven house, chit chat with me and His gf, Joanna, go shopping! ha! Told him I dreamt about the nice Pendent on Fri. Went North Point to get a pendent. Juuuuuust... happen to see a nice ring. Haha... Know me.. I cant resist any shinning things. Bought it!  Slept at 4am. Tidying up the whole place, cleaning and washing...  **Dead Tired**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on sunday, I was awaken at 9am by the door bell. It my landloard's Wedding!!!  The food catering came at 9am. -.- Freaking early when we told em everything starts at 10.30am.  Wake up, shower, guest came at 9.30am. Got to serve em with drinks, blah blah blah.... Waiting for the priest, Solomizer. Dunno if I spelled it correctly. While waiting, there was a big quarrel in the house, with the bride (China lady) and the landlord's Best fren! How can a lady, before marrying to the husband to be, asking for the slip to show that this house is yours and how much you earn per month?? -.-   The bride came out from the room after whole day hiding in the room, and the solomize began. There's 1 photographer, 1 video taker and the bride's fren. Talk about the bride's fren, I almost strangle her!!! I dun understanderstand, why is she so "Gan Jiong" in taking the photograph??? She keep... Excuse me.. Excuse me and pushing us at the same time! Pushed Bi's boat, pushed Bi and me!!! Without apologising!!! I purposely stand there! So what if I blocked her??? Cant she say Excuse me and take?? Why muz she pushed and say Excuse me at the same time. The bride and herself, is a 'PROFESSIONAL' singer in KTV.  Singer means Singer la... Still.. Professional singer! She was singing IN THE HOUSE when no one asked her to sing!!! The moment she sing, I walked out of the house. Go find food eat. -.-  When taking food, SHE IS SO DAMN BLOODY RUDE!!! Yes, Bi ordered Shark Fin. She's told her frenz... "Hey! Got shark fin.. Take the shark fin first!!" -.-  Never eat shark fin in their whole life???? I feel like chasing her away. "Sorry! Dun welcome this kinda rude PROFESSIONAL singer here... You may go back to your KTV and sing!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finished my food, as usual, every sunday, we'll go to Punggol park to play our boat.  Weather freaking hot!! Played till 6pm.  Am really tired. After waking up at 9am, under the sun till 6pm, perspiring, walking here and there. Reached back home, buy dinner form Bi, the landlord and the wife. Here comes another part where I am pissed!!! Bought half a roasted duck with Char Siew and rice. Everything set properly, before I can ask anyone to come out eat, the couple came out from their room, sit down and eat!! Didnt even say... Hey.. we eat first huh.. Sit, and eat! Know what this call?? "Bu Zi Dong"  After eating, both of em stand up and walk off!!! THEY WALK OFF!!! I have to clear their messs!!!!! MY GODNESS!! I was freaking angry! I'm not their maid!! His wedding, I tidy the whole damn house, even helped him to wash his bed sheet, tidy up his room and cleaned everything without dust or dirt. And now, I even got to help him with his left over food and his wife's!!!  This is going to be the Very last time I helped him with the mess. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks God that his wife is not staying with us!!! Otherwise, dun tell me I have to serve her?? Pwee!!!  Today went sch submit tutorial fee. Another bunch of china gals, cutting into my queue number. -.-  My hatred to china gals seems to becoming deeper and deeper!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;To Trust&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3256034104096233948-6455359247978089914?l=aibilife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aibilife.blogspot.com/feeds/6455359247978089914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3256034104096233948&amp;postID=6455359247978089914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256034104096233948/posts/default/6455359247978089914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256034104096233948/posts/default/6455359247978089914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aibilife.blogspot.com/2008/04/anger.html' title='Anger!'/><author><name>Aibi</name><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-3256034104096233948.post-2575522471184115573</id><published>2008-04-02T17:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T17:25:30.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's over!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;It's Tuesday today.  A day after my last, 4th paper.  Finally, a month of mugging ends today.  Right afrer exam, went vivo with sugi. Oh.. Thanks gal! I've say every trouble out with some tears and felt so much better now. Thanks for the lecturing! And sorry bout the movie. We bought a pair of movie ticket to watch Step Up 2 at 9.10pm.  Bi wasnt very happy bout it and we have to cancel.  Gave the pair of ticket to a couple. Yes, its a couple and I keep saying.... HE IS SO COOL LOOKING AND SWEET!! Looks bout 24, 25yrs old? Ha! When giving em the ticket, I just ignore the gal next to him! Talking and looking at him all the way. Ha.. The gal mux be cursing and swearing! Who cares! Hahaha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Woke up at 4pm today after a call from Jas.  Sending me a BIG news of her ex. Ha... Hmm... Recently, health don't seems too good for me. Making appointment with my Doc on Fri and see how's everything. Every since mum moved out, no one make me tonic soup. Everyday outside food, Instant noodle.  Sugi, me envy you sooo much! Your mum is like your friend!!! Haha. Looks like it. Everything, regardless small or big, you can share it with her. No wonder all you need is your family and frenz. No need any guys. Ha!  My mum, went MIA. Called me once a mth asking for her letter. So sad..... Recently went back home, saw dad and he told me outside must get myself more tonic. Haha!! So sweet of dad huh.  Again, this weekend landlord's wedding. Got to help him with cleaning up the house. -.-  **Free maid** &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;To Trust&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3256034104096233948-2575522471184115573?l=aibilife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aibilife.blogspot.com/feeds/2575522471184115573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3256034104096233948&amp;postID=2575522471184115573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256034104096233948/posts/default/2575522471184115573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256034104096233948/posts/default/2575522471184115573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aibilife.blogspot.com/2008/04/its-over.html' title='It&apos;s over!!'/><author><name>Aibi</name><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-3256034104096233948.post-7235925833312344293</id><published>2008-03-29T18:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T19:09:43.564+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My god... My exam...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;saturday. Tml, Sunday. Suppose to be my boating day.  But because of Monday's morning exam!!! =x  I got to stay at home and mug. -.-  Past few night had been feeding on sleeping pills to sleep. That pill is awesome!! Half a small tiny pills, I slept for straight 9hrs.  Time's up, I'll wake up very automatically, dunno what happen in the middle of the night. Hmm... Bi said if I ate this pill and knock out, anyone, anybody do anything to me, I wont feel a thing. Hahhaa.. Thats quite true la.. Cuz I'd no dream, no wake up go pee pee, nothing. Just sleep for 9hrs. It's addictive! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Waking up in the morning, found an ulcer on my tongue and throat feels very painful. Sugi,  last night me dreamt about you gals. All of us were in Malaysia, a school where we had our Marketing lesson. The lecturer was giving us exam tips. But that school, is spooky. Seems like all the other classmates are not human. Things dun feel right there. Woke up from tt dream when the bell rang and said class dismiss. Hahaha... Weird dream. Maybe study too much. Going to ga-ga soon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;To Trust&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3256034104096233948-7235925833312344293?l=aibilife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aibilife.blogspot.com/feeds/7235925833312344293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3256034104096233948&amp;postID=7235925833312344293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256034104096233948/posts/default/7235925833312344293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256034104096233948/posts/default/7235925833312344293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aibilife.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-god-my-exam.html' title='My god... My exam...'/><author><name>Aibi</name><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-3256034104096233948.post-2692863579738216486</id><published>2008-03-28T16:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T16:29:25.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Madness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;2 more days to my 3rd paper follow by the 4th paper. I'm still not prepared yet. Totally no mood to study. Verge of giving up everything. Ha! Yet forcing myself to memorise the notes. Everyday without fail, a hot tea on my table to boost my tiredness. NO AFTERNOON NAP.  How I wish I can watch TV everyday without fliping my notes. *Dreaming*  Bi had been coaching me with my work every night. Great tutor (Knowledgable), but he doesnt have the patient! Awww.. Everyday naggin to understand my notes well. Questioning me what did i study. But had forgotten! Really a dumb-ass..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Yesterday had an appointment for basic check-up at Women's clinic.  Hmm.. Not to feel ashame here, I went and had my Pap's done. And before any other appointment, called the NTUC health, they told me its going to be a male Gynaecologist. I asked, do I have another choice since your clinic dont have a female Gyn? The Nurse actually asked me how old am I. Of cuz I said going on 21 and she says, its not very good to get a male Gyn since you're still young. And she recommend me a women's clinic 2 doors away from them which I dunno there's 2 there!  After all the procedure done, I was so glad that she recommend me a lady Gyn. I dont dare to imagine if its a male Gyn. =x  Inside the room, everything was SOOO funny! Including the doctor who attended me. This is my first time doing Paps and of cuz she will be my Permernant Doc to do all these check up for me in future. =)  Going for a full-body check up with her too.  Nice Doc in AMK Hub.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;To Trust&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3256034104096233948-2692863579738216486?l=aibilife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aibilife.blogspot.com/feeds/2692863579738216486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3256034104096233948&amp;postID=2692863579738216486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256034104096233948/posts/default/2692863579738216486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256034104096233948/posts/default/2692863579738216486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aibilife.blogspot.com/2008/03/madness.html' title='Madness'/><author><name>Aibi</name><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-3256034104096233948.post-5384672851679100252</id><published>2008-03-25T01:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T01:47:23.148+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another week</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Another week had gone. 2 stressful's paper down. Coming 2 more to go. These 2 paper requires lotsa brain storage, which I always dont have enough.  And no need to say more, I am facing lotsa stress!! Right after the 2nd paper, I dun have the mood of going back to my books. Just wan to relax, play and have fun. Ha! And today, I just started my research.  Defi not enough time for me. This is onli the first 4 paper of my 2nd yr Deg and I feel like giving up! Ha!! Marketing... Not much tips, not much focus area given. I AM IN DEAD SHIT!!   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;The landlord, Bi's 30 over yrs fren is getting married!!! Yes.. On the first week of April with China gal, I never meet before. Ha! And she is not going to stay with him!!! Dunno what are they both thinking. Hmm... Actually, I prefer this way. Imagine she staying here, not doing anything and I have to wash their clothes? My godness!! I'll become the maid of the house! Ha.. No way!! Still, Congratez to him..  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Its 2am now. Time for me to get back to my books! Not to bed.... Research not done yet. Like I said, I am in dead shit!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;To Trust&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3256034104096233948-5384672851679100252?l=aibilife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aibilife.blogspot.com/feeds/5384672851679100252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3256034104096233948&amp;postID=5384672851679100252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256034104096233948/posts/default/5384672851679100252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256034104096233948/posts/default/5384672851679100252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aibilife.blogspot.com/2008/03/another-week.html' title='Another week'/><author><name>Aibi</name><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-3256034104096233948.post-6913407070592000793</id><published>2008-03-17T18:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T20:05:39.969+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exam month</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#663300;"&gt;Been a week since I update again. In yishun, usually dun touch computer. Better huh.. Strictly on words, notes and books. Studying so hard for past 2 weeks. But not smart enough. So, I screwed my first paper today. This is the first time we had exam in the Samtas Hall with all the other class student, the part-time students taking the same paper. First time before exam I feel like crying. My brain is blank. I am shivering and Perspiring. I dunno wat to do but called Bi. Chat with him for 5mins before I went in. I totally forgot about the notes in the file, in my hand. Bring in together with me when I sit down. Examiner walked past me and asked me what's that. THATS MY NOTES!!! Thanks god that she didnt accused me for cheating. Guess my face can tell and the file was actually on the table. Not hidden in my jacket. So, no trouble. After exam, I feel like jumping the bridge. Am actually on the verge of jumping down. It's so damn freaking stressful before exam and right after the paper. Next paper, a day after. No time to prepare. No time.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#663300;"&gt;Yesterday, Sunday. Went Punggol park and play with boats. Damn good nice weather. But a bad day for me. I got cut by propeller! At that moment, I dun feel anything. I guess my hand is numb. Blood flowing out fast.. Dripping.. Bi almost fainted. Hahahhaa.. I have to help myself with washing wounds trying to keep it clean. Prop is so dirty and rusty. Reached back home, he forced me to spray that New Skin spray. That spray is "wonderful".  One spray even if its ants bite, you'll scream like hell. But that is good! Water proof. during showering, you wont feel any pain. And so, I was forced to apply that. Both of us, struggling. First time I kneel down and beg him with tears in my eyes that I dun want to apply that. But he was afraid I got infection. BANG! My head and his forhead knocked onto each other sooo hard that I fell and his forhead has a BIG blue-black. Haha.. Hard-boiled egg rubbed with it. I tried that before when I was diving. With cuts all over my leg. Havent tried that before and since I'm going for another dive, and can reduce my pain when I enter into sea water. Hoho... Screamed till the whole Island! No more 2nd applying if tt. I will die of pain if that New Skin lotion apply on this wound! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;To Trust&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3256034104096233948-6913407070592000793?l=aibilife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aibilife.blogspot.com/feeds/6913407070592000793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3256034104096233948&amp;postID=6913407070592000793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256034104096233948/posts/default/6913407070592000793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256034104096233948/posts/default/6913407070592000793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aibilife.blogspot.com/2008/03/exam-month.html' title='Exam month'/><author><name>Aibi</name><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-3256034104096233948.post-3504749877492781182</id><published>2008-03-11T00:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T01:01:45.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Sunday, cooked Sukiyaki.  Sugi, I've succeeded!!!!!!! Correct soup base.  Best thing is, no MSG!! And the soup is.... Awesome!!! Gal, you and Jme muz try one day. Oh! With my special made chilli. Hahaha.. =)  Let think whose house to go after exam. Cook for you gals. Celebrate exam over! Stress over! Till July.... -.-  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;For the past 1 week, I almost become a murderer.  I was suppose to give Bi his Choles pills everynight. End up, I gave him sleeping pills everynight. I dun mean to give him the wrong pills. You see, I placed the Choles pills next to my bed. Suddenly, it becomes the slping pill and I didnt notice it. Both pills are the same size. Just 1 is white, another is baby blue.  He didnt know that he's actually taking sleeping pill and not choles pill. Until last night, he looked at the pill closely and asked me, " Why are you give me sleeping pills?"  Opps!!! =x  Wrong pills! He asked how long have I been feeding him. Ha! 1 week. Thanks god, nothing happen. Otherwise, I'll knock myself to die.  And he, keep saying my murderer. Me so damn blur. How can I take the wrong pill and feed him!? And he said, no wonder I have been sleeping soooo well at night and in the morning, still feel so grogy. =x  My mistake.. He didnt blame me.. Just keep saying me muderer. Glad that he's alright and he spotted my mistake early. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Past few nights, I've been dreaming bout ants. Lotsa lotsa ants. So scary. Kill ants is like this. -.-  How can I allow ants crawling ard my house and dun kill em? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;To Trust&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3256034104096233948-3504749877492781182?l=aibilife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aibilife.blogspot.com/feeds/3504749877492781182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3256034104096233948&amp;postID=3504749877492781182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256034104096233948/posts/default/3504749877492781182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256034104096233948/posts/default/3504749877492781182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aibilife.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-weekend.html' title='My weekend'/><author><name>Aibi</name><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-3256034104096233948.post-6023735000347391625</id><published>2008-03-07T19:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T20:06:03.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ants / Dinner</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Ants.. Say alot of ants crawling in the house.  Followed the ants and guess what I found?? ANTS NEST!! Gosh!! Took the vacuume cleaner and suck them all up. Whole body chills. The amount of ants hiding under my shoe box. EEEK! Haha! Really whole-body shaking. I hate ants. I dun understand why ants are always around me. Even in my room. It crawl in from outside the window!!! I've cleaned the house, mopped it, wipped it every week. But there's still ants! I've sillicon all the small holes I can find near the window, so they cant crawl in. Time to get the Pest Controllers here.  I think ants are coming to get revenge soon. Ha! I've killed really zillions of ants in my life. Even when I sleep, I dreamt of ants all over my face. I dun wan to be a sinful person by killing ants. But they are just so damn irritating!!! And right now, there's a flying ant, flying around my lappie. I think I'll have that killed in a while more if its still ard here! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;It's 8pm now. Havent had my dinner yet. Bi's said he wants to packedt Beef hor fun for me. But... Dun really take beef nowadays. Beef horfun, onli Geylang ones are famous. So, I'm right! He's at Geylang. Asked him to packed Bak kut tea for me. Know what he says? " DUn ask me to pack anything that has soup. It spills."  -.-  I replied... Nvm.. I'll cook for myself. And he actually said, OK! You go cook and eat now. What the shit la! Every night instant noodle, when I'm hungry, ask him to buy for me, he make noise. No wonder getting weaker and weaker each yr la.. Low on sugar, low blood pressure, bla bla bla... Sugi, I think me and you can pair up to be couple le.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;To Trust&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3256034104096233948-6023735000347391625?l=aibilife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aibilife.blogspot.com/feeds/6023735000347391625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3256034104096233948&amp;postID=6023735000347391625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256034104096233948/posts/default/6023735000347391625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256034104096233948/posts/default/6023735000347391625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aibilife.blogspot.com/2008/03/ants-dinner.html' title='Ants / Dinner'/><author><name>Aibi</name><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-3256034104096233948.post-3400895381262192704</id><published>2008-03-06T15:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T16:07:50.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My day</title><content type='html'>What have I been busy with nowdays??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WITH EXAMZZZ!!! Just too much to read and memorise, I dunno which to study. Ha!! No longer taking 2 or 3 paper in a semester exam. This round, its 4!! And the dates are soooo close. -.-  I feel like telling Dad I wanna drop out. Hahaha.. Sugi, I think I'm at your side now.  I've got my next semester's time-table. Dun even know what are those modules about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's weather quite nice to sleep. Slept thru the whooole morning and wake up in the afternoon. Thought Bi is going to work. NO!! He was at home, disturbing me.. Making those crow voices and disturb me.  Following how slow lorries walks.  And I chased him out to work. So, bout now, 3pm, I can start with me revision again.  There'll be 2 weeks break before 2nd semester starts again. I AM GOING OUT OF SINGAPORE TO PLAY!!! Before I start peeling off all my hairs.  OoooK! Back to books again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;To Trust&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3256034104096233948-3400895381262192704?l=aibilife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aibilife.blogspot.com/feeds/3400895381262192704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3256034104096233948&amp;postID=3400895381262192704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256034104096233948/posts/default/3400895381262192704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256034104096233948/posts/default/3400895381262192704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aibilife.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-day.html' title='My day'/><author><name>Aibi</name><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-3256034104096233948.post-7826533074402818608</id><published>2008-03-03T11:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T11:40:12.695+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My analysis</title><content type='html'>Hey... Been a week since I update my blog. Here is what I'm doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bi came back from his world tour and I am soooo busy with his stuff. A month clothing to be washed, 3 large luggage to be unpacked and to settle his things properly.  Housechores in Ys is no-ending. And that Adrien is doing nothing!!! That is his house!! For 1 week! He just lie on his bed with TV and air-con on after his shower. -.-  And before I come back, I purposely throw ALL his damn socks in the wasing machine and asked him to be the laundry. If he dun do it, he has got no socks to wear. And I think there's like... 30pairs of sock? Ha! Asked his slowly pair the socks up. Everything in the house is bought by Bi or Me. Nothing from him. If we were to move, I'll move and carry ALL our things. Including my bowl, utensils, soap, Cabinate, drawers, lamp, Bed w/ bed frame, EVERYTHING! His house will be a empty house! Lazy cow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes! The terrorist guy, I've analysis come logical and prolly facts bout it. He was caught by Indonesia police and was send to Singapore for jail. Maybe in future, Hang. Terrorist, of cuz hang la. But he ran away! Look! Singapore security of keeping this dangerous, wanted man should be super tight. And he ran away when he goes to toilet. DUN  MAKE ANY SENSE! First, he was limping. 2nd, he is the most dangerous man in Singapore and the world. How could he ran OUT from the detention place with lotsa police with rifle??? What Bi and mi said. First, he's the terrorist. Singapore got threaten by the rest of the terrorist, saying... You take my man, I bomb your country. In 2yrs time, Youth Olympic will be held in Singapore. September, F1 racing. If there's any bomb (touchwood) Nobody tourist will come anymore. Economics will drop.  So, they let the suspect go and put out notice to the whole world. Whoever catch him, he'll be in that country prison.  And it was after 48hrs after he ran off, police then tells the public tt dangerous suspect ran out of the prison! HE IS LIMPING. A limping man can run faster than the police?? Phillipine had this situation too. The terrorsit was caught. They phone the president and said if you dun let me man go, I'll bomb part of your country. And they let the man off. After letting the man off, they tell the whole world that this suspect ran off. -.-   Am I thinking tooooo much? Haha.. This is what I think la.  Sugi, you agree? lolx! ok.. Back to books..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;To Trust&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3256034104096233948-7826533074402818608?l=aibilife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aibilife.blogspot.com/feeds/7826533074402818608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3256034104096233948&amp;postID=7826533074402818608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256034104096233948/posts/default/7826533074402818608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256034104096233948/posts/default/7826533074402818608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aibilife.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-analysis.html' title='My analysis'/><author><name>Aibi</name><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-3256034104096233948.post-2798569260463199194</id><published>2008-02-24T22:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T22:17:28.514+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#330033;"&gt;Ha! Woke up at 11.30am when I smelled dad's cooking in the kitchen. His food always smell so nice. Maybe that the onli way I can wake up early during weekend. Hahaha. After having lunch, dad drove me to clementi to get my ankle and bad bruises done. The massage and the therapy. Hahhaha.. The feeling is....  BEST! Long time since I have this super pain feeling on my leg. The young guy, looked at my ankle and bruises and said this fall was exactly 3 days ago. YES! It is!! While doing the massage, he was talking to me. Talk and Talk and Talk.. Half way, I asked him y u talk so much. He said to make me feel less pain. Haha.. I didnt think of this. Me so pai sei after that. During the massage, the little boy next door, was screaming like nobody business. He was shouting and crying and screaming! And suddenly, no sound. =x Me ask the guy if he fainted. He said he dislocated his arm badly n cant stand the pain. If you guys where to be there and hear from scream, your heart will drop. If that's my son, I'll ask em to stop! It's so torturing.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#330033;"&gt;After the massage and the bandaging, Da Ge and yuan called me said wan to meet for high tea. Both came and picked me. So, Sat in Da Ge's car, drove to NUS there and had Roti prata. Missed the cheese with Egg prata. Hahah.. Had a bowl of noodle too. We ordered like.. Each person 3 glasses of drinks. Weather so damn hot! After that, acc yuan to his gf house and get his 'Ai xin Smashed potato" Hahha.. Got into Yuan's car after meeting his gf (Afraid gf misunderstood both of us) Wa... Smashed potato with Shrimp. Smell so nice. Hahhaa.. Cannot eat. Cuz it's from his gf! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#330033;"&gt;Drove to my house downstair Mac, chit chat, had apple pie and drinks. Wooo.. This Sun ate alot. Thanks to my both Da Ge for the meals and for the time spent on Sun. =)  Love you guysss!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;To Trust&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3256034104096233948-2798569260463199194?l=aibilife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aibilife.blogspot.com/feeds/2798569260463199194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3256034104096233948&amp;postID=2798569260463199194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256034104096233948/posts/default/2798569260463199194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256034104096233948/posts/default/2798569260463199194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aibilife.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-sunday.html' title='My Sunday'/><author><name>Aibi</name><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-3256034104096233948.post-5981891996523071924</id><published>2008-02-21T20:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T21:01:41.681+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ice-Skating</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663300;"&gt;4 gals... Went Ice-Skating after class today. With Sugi, Jme, Rac and myself. Hmm.. Paying 18 for unlimited hrs and a red glove and Sugi and Jme wasnt playing much. Soo... It starts with Rac. She knows how to skate. Holdin my hand and guide me along. Slowly, I'm pickin up. Yes.. Picking up things fast when comes to playing stuff. But not studies. Skate thru whole of 3hr.  Sugi and jme are busy eating, drinking milo there. Hmmm... Sugi, 18bucks, wear the shoe, not heart pain ar? Haha.. Beginner. Of cuz will fall. Bad fall. Right? All we need is to stand up, and skate!! Sugi afraid to fall. Jme is cool in skating too. Really tired after skating. Bruises all over. Sprain ankle.  But still, it's a fun day! Tonight, will be able to sleep really sweet. Results out! NOt doing very well. Ha! Same old me. Got to strive harder!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;To Trust&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3256034104096233948-5981891996523071924?l=aibilife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aibilife.blogspot.com/feeds/5981891996523071924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3256034104096233948&amp;postID=5981891996523071924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256034104096233948/posts/default/5981891996523071924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256034104096233948/posts/default/5981891996523071924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aibilife.blogspot.com/2008/02/ice-skating.html' title='Ice-Skating'/><author><name>Aibi</name><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-3256034104096233948.post-496284995139130909</id><published>2008-02-20T22:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T23:12:54.814+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy frenz!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Morning wake up. Head spinning... For this 2days. Maybe after 2weeks of sleeping late, waking up late, suddenly waking up so early with not enough sleep. But since school start, I've got nice sleep at night. This proves, studying is really tiring. Hahah..  This afternoon, went sunshine plaza, had the wantan mee there. Its soo nice! The wantan la.. Hahha.. Followed by Bugis, to get my facial done. God!! The lady who is doing my face, is hurting me!!! I feel like whacking ppl when he/she hurts me. Whether its physically or mentally. Told her its painful and she keep doing it. After facial, haha.. hair messy.. Redish face. Went and bought a pair of shoeee. =)  Thanks jme and sugi. Both of them waited 2hr for me. Thanks Thanks! Oh.. Jme brought me to buy Chewy Junior. Itsssss nice!!! Get the original flavour. =)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;And suddenly, I realise, I need Jme and Sugi. Haha.. Without em, I cant live happily!! THey really brighten up my life. Not just my day. Haha.. 3 Insane gals together, perfect match! Haha. Tml, Ice-skating with em and Rac. Will update more with photos.. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;To Trust&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3256034104096233948-496284995139130909?l=aibilife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aibilife.blogspot.com/feeds/496284995139130909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3256034104096233948&amp;postID=496284995139130909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256034104096233948/posts/default/496284995139130909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256034104096233948/posts/default/496284995139130909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aibilife.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-frenz.html' title='Happy frenz!'/><author><name>Aibi</name><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-3256034104096233948.post-1284634021363825828</id><published>2008-02-18T16:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T17:06:17.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NUS guys</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Monday.  Class resumed. Whoooole of today, Accounting lesson.  Lucky Dr. Desti's not a boring lecturer. Haha.. Alot of writting. But poor thing the lec. Keeeeep talking and talking. On my way back from school, bus stopped infront of NUS. Groups of NUS and ITE guys board the bus. There's seats on my right and left. So, 2 verrrry handsome guy came and sit at my both side. Just they doesnt know each other. Else they'll be talking. So the one sitting on my right was sleeping like a pig!!! Leaning to my side. Hmm.. Another guy, still alert, talking on to phone. Dunno wat to do when he lean on my. So, just pushed him alittle hard and he wakes up. Hahah.. And he went off to sleep again!!! Until time for me to alight, I pushed him again and he wakes up. Allowing me to get out from my seats. 2 guys squeezing me.  Bad journey back home. Hmm.. Is studying in NUS THAT tired??? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;To Trust&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3256034104096233948-1284634021363825828?l=aibilife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aibilife.blogspot.com/feeds/1284634021363825828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3256034104096233948&amp;postID=1284634021363825828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256034104096233948/posts/default/1284634021363825828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256034104096233948/posts/default/1284634021363825828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aibilife.blogspot.com/2008/02/nus-guys.html' title='NUS guys'/><author><name>Aibi</name><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-3256034104096233948.post-9023799181517811210</id><published>2008-02-16T23:48:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T00:37:33.292+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sentosa Trip with Sugi!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VwVXw6RzmGY/R7cG9cskAuI/AAAAAAAAADQ/qobBD4pq-RQ/s1600-h/Whipsnake.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167606750175822562" style="WIDTH: 145px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 117px" height="117" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VwVXw6RzmGY/R7cG9cskAuI/AAAAAAAAADQ/qobBD4pq-RQ/s200/Whipsnake.JPG" width="165" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VwVXw6RzmGY/R7cG-MskAwI/AAAAAAAAADg/bEKA_1JfOMM/s1600-h/Redbridge.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167606763060724482" style="WIDTH: 155px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 117px" height="131" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VwVXw6RzmGY/R7cG-MskAwI/AAAAAAAAADg/bEKA_1JfOMM/s200/Redbridge.JPG" width="167" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VwVXw6RzmGY/R7cG9sskAvI/AAAAAAAAADY/TZfP3-Q0DqY/s1600-h/snake2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167606754470789874" style="WIDTH: 152px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 117px" height="117" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VwVXw6RzmGY/R7cG9sskAvI/AAAAAAAAADY/TZfP3-Q0DqY/s200/snake2.JPG" width="146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VwVXw6RzmGY/R7cHlMskAxI/AAAAAAAAADo/D-pX6fKgCas/s1600-h/butt2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167607433075622674" style="WIDTH: 146px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 115px" height="115" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VwVXw6RzmGY/R7cHlMskAxI/AAAAAAAAADo/D-pX6fKgCas/s200/butt2.JPG" width="165" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VwVXw6RzmGY/R7cGS8skApI/AAAAAAAAACo/J2BnpZ6ycAw/s1600-h/Butt.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167606020031382162" style="CURSOR: hand" height="157" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VwVXw6RzmGY/R7cGS8skApI/AAAAAAAAACo/J2BnpZ6ycAw/s200/Butt.JPG" width="113" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VwVXw6RzmGY/R7cGTcskAqI/AAAAAAAAACw/vtDbsVQZ2mo/s1600-h/Aibibird.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167606028621316770" style="WIDTH: 112px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 156px" height="156" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VwVXw6RzmGY/R7cGTcskAqI/AAAAAAAAACw/vtDbsVQZ2mo/s200/Aibibird.JPG" width="105" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VwVXw6RzmGY/R7cGT8skArI/AAAAAAAAAC4/bSv_XRQIeow/s1600-h/musem.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167606037211251378" style="WIDTH: 136px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 113px" height="97" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VwVXw6RzmGY/R7cGT8skArI/AAAAAAAAAC4/bSv_XRQIeow/s200/musem.JPG" width="136" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VwVXw6RzmGY/R7cGUcskAsI/AAAAAAAAADA/KCUeDOIo0_E/s1600-h/sughunk.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167606045801185986" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 122px" height="130" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VwVXw6RzmGY/R7cGUcskAsI/AAAAAAAAADA/KCUeDOIo0_E/s200/sughunk.JPG" width="165" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VwVXw6RzmGY/R7cGVMskAtI/AAAAAAAAADI/yAM4yk05N10/s1600-h/Sugbi.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167606058686087890" style="CURSOR: hand" height="119" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VwVXw6RzmGY/R7cGVMskAtI/AAAAAAAAADI/yAM4yk05N10/s200/Sugbi.JPG" width="157" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;Haha.. I had a very great time today with Sugi. Went vivo to have our lunch and she suggested to go Sentosa and see Flowers. When we reached there, saw lots more activities than just Flower Gallery. So we get a package of 4D Pirates show, The Merlion, The Insects and Butterfly world and The Image of Singapore. Both of us act as if we are foreigner. Haha... Took cable car instead of Sky Train. Sugi, I must say you're the best entertainer to me! Haha!! I will nv nv ever forget the way you open the Image of Singapore's toilet and how u scare yourself! Haha.. I told her that there's a wax man inside. She dun believe me and BOOO! She scare herself.. Jump really high and I cant stop laughing!! Hahahaa.. Snake!! Really wonderful creature. Soft and sweet. When it dun attack la! Haha... I'm just in loved with snakes. People, whoever, whoever wants to give me a gift, snake is an excellent gift for me. hahaa! 4D Pirates, Wooo... Scary! The crab, the bees.. And you'll get yourself wet too. Physically. Straight mind, pls.. Hahaha.. The Merlion alittle bored. Maybe cuz I'm tired already. We walked a big round just to find The Merlion. Though it's a huge status there. Trying to find the main entrance is nv easy. The best station is the Insects and Butterfly world. I love those butterflies. Really beautiful and not scared of human. Really nice... I realise.. Butterfly is always chasing each another. Why?? And sugi.. Hahaha.. Scared of these kinda things. Am I'm still asking her to go in with me. Butterflies there flies ard freely. SHE, Hahaha.. Joker in there. Keep screaming. More photos in &lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/viewphotos.php?a=0&amp;amp;uid=3779081"&gt;Friendster&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#990000;"&gt;Thanks gal, you really brighten up my day! Love ya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;To Trust&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3256034104096233948-9023799181517811210?l=aibilife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aibilife.blogspot.com/feeds/9023799181517811210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3256034104096233948&amp;postID=9023799181517811210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256034104096233948/posts/default/9023799181517811210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256034104096233948/posts/default/9023799181517811210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aibilife.blogspot.com/2008/02/sentosa-trip-with-sugi.html' title='Sentosa Trip with Sugi!'/><author><name>Aibi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VwVXw6RzmGY/R7cG9cskAuI/AAAAAAAAADQ/qobBD4pq-RQ/s72-c/Whipsnake.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256034104096233948.post-8035974883624000930</id><published>2008-02-14T23:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T00:02:23.342+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My V. Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993300;"&gt;One whole night. Totally cant sleep. Middle of the night, called to Italy. Woke up at 6am and surf net. Most of the night I'm like this. I need smth to make me sleep real well. My pillow and bed seems fine. Hmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#993300;"&gt;Went for my Volunteery work this afternoon. We made alot of flower pen for the big charity event this coming March. This Sat another work for those kids. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#993300;"&gt;Went off slightly earlier and meet Jamie! My Valentine's Partner. Haha.. She went for her hair cut in Bugis while I go to my temple bai bai. Meet up somewhere for dinner. Seoul garden!! Long long long time since both of us had that. Saw alot of couples.. A guy hiding the bunch of roses behind him.  Gal appeared. A kiss to the gal and she hand the flower over to her. Soooo sweet!!! It's like.. Love in the fairytale. She muz have felt very fortunate at that moment. Haha.. And some gals with a stalk of rose or lily. Hmm.. Jamie and I both felt tat their bf muz be very stingy. =x Agree? V Day with onli a stalk of flower. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#993300;"&gt;Had 3 hrs of buffet dinner and we went back. So.. My V Day.. Was with my dear dear Jamie.. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;To Trust&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3256034104096233948-8035974883624000930?l=aibilife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aibilife.blogspot.com/feeds/8035974883624000930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3256034104096233948&amp;postID=8035974883624000930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256034104096233948/posts/default/8035974883624000930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256034104096233948/posts/default/8035974883624000930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aibilife.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-v-day.html' title='My V. Day'/><author><name>Aibi</name><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-3256034104096233948.post-5383391192512186988</id><published>2008-02-13T22:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T22:57:38.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;It was Tues... I'd make arrangement to go out with Jamie..  Was suppose to meet her 1pm at Somerset and she was late for an hour.  And I was standing infront of the control station for 1hr with my heels on.. There's a guy next to me. He was there earlier than me and when Jamie reached, he's still standing there waiting. Looks like he's waiting for a gal. Haha.. Ok.. Went to Cineleisure to have Jap lunch. She misses her cold noodle. Haha.. We had a great time chatting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Walked over to Heeren. Get our Privilage card. So... When we buy anything from Heeren, we got discount! Haha.. Not much la.. 10%.  Went Espirit and get an outfit. With my discount card which I should take it last yr.  Shop around and head down to Paragon and Far East. Shop again, get both our nails done, dinner and shop... Basically, SHOPPING! Hmm.. She didnt get herself anything. Cuz she didnt see anything that she likes.  I have to be like her. Know how to save. :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Sugi.. You missed the good time!! Next sat.. We'll have great time in East Coast.. No put plane!! Hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;To Trust&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3256034104096233948-5383391192512186988?l=aibilife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aibilife.blogspot.com/feeds/5383391192512186988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3256034104096233948&amp;postID=5383391192512186988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256034104096233948/posts/default/5383391192512186988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256034104096233948/posts/default/5383391192512186988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aibilife.blogspot.com/2008/02/shopping.html' title='Shopping!!'/><author><name>Aibi</name><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-3256034104096233948.post-6938164671147821774</id><published>2008-02-09T20:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T20:34:20.164+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-.-</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;It's saturday.. And I'm actually at home rotting. I cant stand my life without Bi.  I AM GOING NUTS! Sunday tml.. Da ge cancel tml's outing. Someone tell me.. What can I do at home other than watching TV, sleeping, surfing website. Sugiiiiii..... I'm already crazy.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Chocolate doesnt seems to have any help in my mood.  I need some fun.. Some entertainment.  Someone to talk to meeee! Everyone is out everyday.  It's just me.... Just me at home.  It will be nice if I can sleep for 1 month. And when I wake up, Bi will be back. -.- Someone... Put me to sleep for a monthhhhh!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;To Trust&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3256034104096233948-6938164671147821774?l=aibilife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aibilife.blogspot.com/feeds/6938164671147821774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3256034104096233948&amp;postID=6938164671147821774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256034104096233948/posts/default/6938164671147821774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256034104096233948/posts/default/6938164671147821774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aibilife.blogspot.com/2008/02/blog-post.html' title='-.-'/><author><name>Aibi</name><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-3256034104096233948.post-4342333800342654398</id><published>2008-02-09T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T00:19:54.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CNY Day 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;2nd day of CNY.. Woke up in the afternoon, washed up, has my breakfast and lunch together. Yummy~ Dad cooked fresh prawns, vege, steam-fish, roasted pork, chicken herbal soup. Nice lunch.. Rot at home till 4plus.. Cant stand staying at home. Went to Bi's place and warm up his car. After 15mins, went to IMM and shop for tibits. Most of the shop are still close. Intend to get more Junior pillow from Coz'y. The Junior pillow really nice to sleep with.  Bout alot of nonsense tibits. Haha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Reached back home, Auntie, uncle, cousins were at my house. Saw lotsa tibits.  I didnt do anything.. Stepped into the house and say... I'm back!! And auntie start to look wats inside those plastic bags. TIBITSSS!! She said... "Aiyo... Gals cannot eat so much tibits.. " And she start distributing to all my cousins. Didnt even bother to ask which can be given, which cannot.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Whole week staying at home.. -.-  Save meeee!!! I'm rotting...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;To Trust&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3256034104096233948-4342333800342654398?l=aibilife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aibilife.blogspot.com/feeds/4342333800342654398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3256034104096233948&amp;postID=4342333800342654398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256034104096233948/posts/default/4342333800342654398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256034104096233948/posts/default/4342333800342654398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aibilife.blogspot.com/2008/02/cny-day-2.html' title='CNY Day 2'/><author><name>Aibi</name><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-3256034104096233948.post-4923285020690514494</id><published>2008-02-07T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T22:58:07.037+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CNY Day 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;First day of Chinese New Year. Woke up pretty late today. Cuz of that selfish sista!! Who doesnt know how to differentiate when's morning, when's afternoon and when's midnight. Talking and laughin loud on the phone in the room when I'm asleep! Till 5am.. -.- Sleeping with this kinda person, will get myself with 2 huge eye-bag.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got myself washed up, ahhh... Didnt bother to dress up cuz my grandpa's place is just 4 level below mine. Went and have my lunch, sit down and rot abit with snacks and drinks to entertain me. Till 2plus and went off. This yr dad side no Ang Bao. Cuz my grandpa passed away not long ago.  New born cousin, soooo damn cute!! Hahaha.. Look exactly like a little kitten. He is soooo damn blur!!!! lolx!! See le also wan to give birth to one. Hahaa.. Got to waiiiiit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came back home, watched La Bi xiao xin thru youtube till 4plus. Head down to mum's side. Eat again!! Mum side can take Ang bao.. Hahhaa.. Not alot though. But its ok la.. Hmm.. Found CNY actually very boring.  If possible, next yr New Year, I dun want to be in Singapore. Hmpf~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tml Friday. Do wat?? lolx.... sleep all the way thru like wat I did in the past? Haha... Brain damage.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;To Trust&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3256034104096233948-4923285020690514494?l=aibilife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aibilife.blogspot.com/feeds/4923285020690514494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3256034104096233948&amp;postID=4923285020690514494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256034104096233948/posts/default/4923285020690514494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256034104096233948/posts/default/4923285020690514494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aibilife.blogspot.com/2008/02/cny-day-1.html' title='CNY Day 1'/><author><name>Aibi</name><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-3256034104096233948.post-6554209288513738829</id><published>2008-02-05T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T23:16:35.391+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moron in youtube!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Woke up early in the market and went to wet market to get steamboat stuff. Aunties there are all so fierce. Things arent cheap! Actually, more ex compare to wat hypermarket is selling. Did my own chilli taught by Bi. Dad loves it!! hahaa... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Whole day watching youtube la bi xiao xin and yesterday, I actually watched the maid abuse a 2month old child. It's shown in the news and out of curiosity, I watched the Animal Slaughter in China. People, dun you ever watch it! It's freaking gross! Less than 3min and I close it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I've left a short comments there as "This video is freaking gross!!! Dogs are the best companion for human and they actually do that to them. Heartless man-kind!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Someone replied to my comment. Guess wat he/she wrote? Real shocking! Here is it.. "then don't watch the video! Horse and cows do more for humans than those fucking dogs, but people eat them just the same. Why don't bitch about them, too, hah?Where do you think babies get their milk from, hah?In Asia and Africa, many villages would not survive without their horses, cows or oxen helping them cultivate and transport their subsistence crops or equipments... "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;This person is a real Moron!! Why? Cuz the rest of his comments, he actually pray satan for more death.  He nicked himself &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/chapsroc" rel="nofollow"&gt;chapsroc&lt;/a&gt; in the youtube. Fucking bastard!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;To Trust&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3256034104096233948-6554209288513738829?l=aibilife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aibilife.blogspot.com/feeds/6554209288513738829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3256034104096233948&amp;postID=6554209288513738829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256034104096233948/posts/default/6554209288513738829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256034104096233948/posts/default/6554209288513738829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aibilife.blogspot.com/2008/02/moron-in-youtube.html' title='Moron in youtube!'/><author><name>Aibi</name><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-3256034104096233948.post-7847759555130839477</id><published>2008-02-04T20:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T20:29:01.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ouch!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Slept at 11.30pm last night, woke up at 3am, get back to Zzz at 6am and woke up at 10am when Jamie called me. She cant do nail with me... So, skip it. Went for a nap at 12noon till 2pm. Looks like I won be sleeping well for this whole month. Sugi, you'll understand. Hahah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Went for a dental appointment, 3.30pm at Jurong Central. Eeew! It's soooo freaking painful, freaking ex! Young lady attended to me. Ha!! The drilling, scrapping off my outer layer of teeth is.... lolx.. Dunno how to describe and she scolded me for pushing her drill. -.- Cuz its damn painful. Cant stand tt pain. Worst than plucking my tooth when putting braces. So everything, lasted 30mins. And it cost me $300!! Sugi, I've got my wisdom tooth! Hahaha.. Will have to pluck out in-future bcause it's growing side ways. But I try not to. Unless it swell. Haha... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Reached back home, found all my food got eaten by my asshole brother. And my sanitary pads, all used up by my bitchy sis! She is forever using mine!! Got to buy a lock and locked everything up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;First day without Bi by my side. And this will continue till end of the month. This time, Sugi, we got to buy the right Sukiyaki. lolx.. Let me do more reseach on that. Haha.. So, I'll wait for you to return from Indo and will first, have Cycling at East Coast. Maybe... Chalet? Haha.. A 2 day chalet for we gals? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;To Trust&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3256034104096233948-7847759555130839477?l=aibilife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aibilife.blogspot.com/feeds/7847759555130839477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3256034104096233948&amp;postID=7847759555130839477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256034104096233948/posts/default/7847759555130839477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256034104096233948/posts/default/7847759555130839477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aibilife.blogspot.com/2008/02/ouch.html' title='Ouch!'/><author><name>Aibi</name><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-3256034104096233948.post-1252576606428694662</id><published>2008-02-02T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T22:53:50.112+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time to be independant</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#663333;"&gt;Hey.. Sometime since I update my blog. Guess sugi waiting for my life story. Here it goesssss.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#663333;"&gt;Past few days, had a presentaion in class. Thanks Rac who volunteer to present with me. lolx! And on that day, guess too nervous, too stressed-out, ate took much chilli, causes me to have a bad mood. And had a small problem with sugi. =x Class ended at 4pm that day and so Bi had the time to pick me up frm sch. The moment I'm in car, me burst into tears and... HE WAS LAUGHING AND SINGING!!! -.- Anytime when I cried, he'll laugh and sing! Cheering me up? First time crying so hard after a quarrel with my fren. That prove?? That prove... Sugi, you mean alot to me too! Hahhaa.. Sounds so les. :p  Msged her and everything is OK nowww. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#663333;"&gt;Went The Central and Liang Court on the next day. Central, the western food. Toilet bowl bowl with portion of shit in there. But the good thing is they serve pasta in soup base. Spag calm in nice. Ah!! Forgotten wats the resturant's name. Went Liang Court to get Jap food. Going to cook Sukiyaki on that night. Jamie and Sugi went with me. A mature, 20yrs old gal, Jamie, 22yrs old, Sugi suddenly become to be like a kid in there! lolx! Keep playing in there. Things there are pretty ex! Few stuff and cost $50. Cuz it's Jap food. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#663333;"&gt;Went back, started with my Sukiyaki and found out the soup base wa actually Shabo Shabo. -.-  Tupid saleslady. Intro the wrong product to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#663333;"&gt;It sat today. Was suppose to have a good great time with me. Nope. Woke up at 12pm, went to have Ampang yong tao hu, he dropped me at Jurong Point and head to his office. Came and pick me up, went Beauty world to get his boat spare part. Stayed there for 3hr.. -.- He bought me a toy racing car. Bought 2 so we can race! And a canon printer. Thanks Bi.. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#663333;"&gt;Tml will be Sun. The day when he's departing to U.S.A. Again, he's going for a month! Ahhh!! Tupid boss! On Chinese New Year and on V.Day!! Is the boss on purpose? Every yr, when there's festival, like... Christmas, CNY, V.Day, he is always not in town.  As for me, I'll be accompanied by Jme and Sugi. Hahaha!! Cycling, Ice-skating, steamboat, shopping, Zoo!! Hahaha.. I wanted to go Zoo for sometimes. Just no one acc me. Hmm.. I'll organise tt, galsss.. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;To Trust&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3256034104096233948-1252576606428694662?l=aibilife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aibilife.blogspot.com/feeds/1252576606428694662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3256034104096233948&amp;postID=1252576606428694662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256034104096233948/posts/default/1252576606428694662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256034104096233948/posts/default/1252576606428694662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aibilife.blogspot.com/2008/02/time-to-be-independant.html' title='Time to be independant'/><author><name>Aibi</name><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-3256034104096233948.post-1441799498574804465</id><published>2008-01-24T12:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T13:09:29.481+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993399;"&gt;Yesterday, had a niceeee date with sugi. Hahaha.. After class, eat in school with Jamie, waiting for heavy rain to stop. Head down to Vivo after the rain for a movie, One Missed Call. This kinda movie, Bi wont watch with me. Before the show starts, phone have to switch it to silent mode. Me cant find my mobile phone!! Sugi called my phone and... its off..  Me scared to death. Afraid Bi will kill me. Sugi so damn stress. Haha.. Found my phone hiding beneath my bag. Cinema no signal.. Hahaha... Scare both of us almost to death. Sugi, first time you scold me F you!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#993399;"&gt;V.Day on the 14 Feb. No date for me.. Bi's at all round world tour with his boss. Anyway, he got me a V.Day gift. Everyday, keep saying I want a nice camera. And he got it for me!! And so, he wants me to take photo everyday of what am doing, write diary everyday, so he can read when he's back. =)  Soooo sweeeet. Hahaa.. Me got him some stuff for his trip as gift. Ha!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#993399;"&gt;Tml, friday. No school, no class. Another date with Sugi again. Steamboat!!! Hahaa... Sugi, happy? Hahaha... Me turning into les soon! =x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;To Trust&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3256034104096233948-1441799498574804465?l=aibilife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aibilife.blogspot.com/feeds/1441799498574804465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3256034104096233948&amp;postID=1441799498574804465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256034104096233948/posts/default/1441799498574804465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256034104096233948/posts/default/1441799498574804465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aibilife.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-day.html' title='My day'/><author><name>Aibi</name><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-3256034104096233948.post-5728106961455210922</id><published>2008-01-22T17:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T17:39:14.599+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad mood</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663333;"&gt;I'm in a super super bad mood the whole of today. Went school, missed 2 bus because its so fucking cramp. Took taxi instead. Cost me $20. Reached sch, got myself 2 hotdog for breakfast, went up to class, sit down and stone. Till the lecture starts.  Sugi came... Chat Chat and laugh with Jamie.. Gals, noisy.. lolx.. Me, sitting down, listening.. Ignoring both of them we were playing beside me. Behind me, china groups.... Talk and talk. The gal voice, rough and loud. -.-  I feel like smacking her face! My class china ppl, fucking rude!!! Not all but most! Feel like having a anti-china grp with my frenz.. They hate em too! Hahaha.. Ya.. My grandma come from china and so...? Hmm.. I dun even know my grandma. Nv see her before.  So, whole day shut up and listen to lec. After sch, sugi wants to go cycling, movie, me too tired. Srry sugi, next time, ya?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663333;"&gt;And in the early afternoon, a call from Bi.. That call is enough to sentence me to death!! He'll be away for a month again!!! Bad so fucking bad. Thanks Sugi.. Chatting with me the whole afternoon. Love you soooo much! But, rem to be there for tt whole of 1 mth.. I need you!! Badly!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663333;"&gt;Chinese New Year coming. No celebration for me. Grandpa passed away not long. Hmm... Staying at home and study. Exam coming soon. And now, packing bag and going to ys!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;To Trust&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3256034104096233948-5728106961455210922?l=aibilife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aibilife.blogspot.com/feeds/5728106961455210922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3256034104096233948&amp;postID=5728106961455210922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256034104096233948/posts/default/5728106961455210922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256034104096233948/posts/default/5728106961455210922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aibilife.blogspot.com/2008/01/bad-mood.html' title='Bad mood'/><author><name>Aibi</name><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-3256034104096233948.post-7275798253830860641</id><published>2008-01-15T13:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T13:45:02.145+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Am out!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#996633;"&gt;Hmm... What a 'nice' weekend I had. Saturday, met Bi's Japanese frenz for lunch at River Valley. He really really impressed me! He can speak almost all the language in the world!! Thai, Viet, Italy, chinese, France...... Just... Amazing! He talk non-stop. Not a min or sec he can shut his mouth. lolx! Rented a car for him, guide him how to go Singapore Zoo with his girlfren and we went back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#996633;"&gt;On sat, Headache.. Had pills and slp. At night, went Geylang lor. 9 to have the beef hor fan. Not that fantastic though. Dunno why ppl love to eat the food there. At night, stomach pain like hell. Eat pills, and sleep. Next morning, all sorts of nonsense came.. Vomitting, Diarr.. See doc, gave me pills, still no good. Dunno wats worng with the doc. First, I said Giddy. He didnt check my pressure. 2nd, I said I got flu, for months, he didnt give me pills. 3rd, I said gastric pain, he gave me stomach pain pills. -.- And it cost me $35. Went back, took my pills and slept. Went back, Bi bought some bread for me. Forcing me to eat. After eating, puke again. Hahah.. Wats the point of eating? Woke up, found myself feeling worst than before. High fever, totally cant walk to get water and thanks god I rem to put I plastic bag beside me. lolx.. Called Bi to come back and look after me. And so, he came at 7pm. So.. From 1pm - 7pm, totally no drinks for me. Suddenly feel like drinking Coke. Crawl to the kitchen to get coke. I have to crawl!!! -.-"  Tempreture getting higer and higher. Reaching 40deg. When he reached, again, forced me to eat. Haha.. First time ppl ask me to eat, I actually cry. Cant swollow, nothing. 9pm, body totally cannot take it. Went for another clinic. This doctor, damn proud. The moment I went in, he asked me "What's your problem?" And I tell him giddy, vomitting, bla bla bla.. He checked my pressure and first thing he said. "OK! No need to check or do or eat anything" Go hospital.. -.-  Of cuz Bi acc me. lolx.. See the way I walk, Am dragging myself down. That moment, how I wish there's wheel chair for me. Ok.. went TTSH. This will be my first and the last time I go to TTS. A&amp;amp;E department is so damn far in! No signboard, nothing. So, went down basement, went into the wrong lift and got ourself in the morturey!!! Scary!! My eyes close as I walk. No guts. Haha.. Bi sooo scared. Got into another lift, thats the right lift. register for A&amp;amp;E. This time, is make payment before you see Doc. No payment, no money, no need to talk. Singapore.. So practical. Name called, went for first check-up. Blood pressure low again. Dehydration. Took 2 pills frm them. Bi asked if they can check his pressure too. lolx! Normal. Haha.. He has alot alot alot of qnz for e nurse. Finish his qnz, continue waiting. Name called again. This time, went in and see Doc. Laid on the bed, check pressure again, check my body, press here and there, where pain, poke into my ass to see if there's bleeding. Haha.. No need to say la.. Shouting like hell! But lucky the Doc is a lady. Same name as me Dr. Ivy Ong. Haha.. Gave me injection, put me on 2 packet of drip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#996633;"&gt;Alot of things happening. The patient beside me is a faaat indian lady. She snores so damn loud!! When she woke up, there's alot of blood dripping from her needle that is attached to her drip. The way she sleep, too rough. Pulled the needle and... Gosh! I really almost fainted. Fresh red blood dripping infront of me!!! She was then moved out of that ward to another ward. Great that she shifted. Cuz her snore... Terrible! Next, the auntie next to me, she isssss talkative!! All I want to do is SLEEP!!! She asked me alot of qnz.. "Why are you here? Who come with you? What happened to you?" Lotsa of qnz. Think she got problem with bladder. Keep asking to go toilet. But she has pamper on her. So the nurse asked her just pee. And the next 1 hr, a guy was pushed in. He was handcuffed and escort by 4 policemen. He was making noise saying.. He was locked up till this hour, the policemen dun allow him to make a call to let his wife and children know that he's actually locked up and is at the hospital! I agreed with him! How can the policeman locked him up, send him to hospital and dun allow his family members to know that he's actually there? Its mid-night! Wife and children will get worried! After making the scene for 30mins, he was pushed out from the ward. Disturbing us. And next, I went toilet. The nurse, a malay guy, ask me to go toilet with the my packet of drips along.. -.- When the drip is not straight, and when its turn off, it'll suck my blood back. So, instead of I receiving water from the drip, the packet of water is sucking my blood. So, whole tube is full of my blood!! Scary.. Until I went back to my bed, they turn it on and everything back to normal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#996633;"&gt;I prefer Changi Hospital. They're fast and they do things in order. Seriously, the drips are amazing! 1 day of drip, fever, vomitting, everything gone. Another problem. Urine infection!!! -.- On medication again. Going back for another check up a week later. Discharged in the morning, afternoon went back to school. Thought am well. Went back home, gastric hurts like hell! Drink warm water, take a nap. And now, am better. Still feel weak cuz of the medicine but believe in no time, I'll be jumping again! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#996633;"&gt;LOLX!! Writing Essay!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;To Trust&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3256034104096233948-7275798253830860641?l=aibilife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aibilife.blogspot.com/feeds/7275798253830860641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3256034104096233948&amp;postID=7275798253830860641' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256034104096233948/posts/default/7275798253830860641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256034104096233948/posts/default/7275798253830860641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aibilife.blogspot.com/2008/01/am-out.html' title='Am out!!'/><author><name>Aibi</name><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-3256034104096233948.post-5628522148994886150</id><published>2008-01-10T12:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T12:43:59.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not well</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#330033;"&gt;Ha!! Me at home now when I'm suppose to be in school listening to Marketing lecture. Dun feel well when I woke up in the morning. Bi asked me rest at home. Ladies problem. Soooo troublesome. And heard today Marketing very very busy. Busy with notes. Gosh! I'm missing alot!!! Economies of Industries... Got lotsa research to do, presentation coming up. Financial Management and and Accounts and Corporate Governance, lotsa formulas to memorise. GOD!! I'm stressing!! Exams in 2 months time. Not enough time for me to prepare. -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#330033;"&gt;And I agreed with wat Rac said. Our class "Jereld", looks more handsome but shorter then the real Jereld. Lolx... And Mimi said, Jereld looks like the Asia Idol, Hardy. Dont know if I spell his name correctly. Lolx... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#330033;"&gt;REVISION TIME!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;To Trust&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3256034104096233948-5628522148994886150?l=aibilife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aibilife.blogspot.com/feeds/5628522148994886150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3256034104096233948&amp;postID=5628522148994886150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256034104096233948/posts/default/5628522148994886150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256034104096233948/posts/default/5628522148994886150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aibilife.blogspot.com/2008/01/not-well.html' title='Not well'/><author><name>Aibi</name><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-3256034104096233948.post-6893683444926497358</id><published>2008-01-08T20:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T21:07:44.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>08/01/08</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;Economies of Industry first lesson starts today. The lecturer, blur and has a habit of fliping her hair and using hand force when teaching. The funny part is... Sugi had been noticing her doing this for 3hrs during her Lec!!! lolx! Lecturer Philipine, but has a good pronounciation of the letter F... If you guys notice, all Philipines people dont know how to prononce the letter F.. Like.. French Fries, they prononce it as Prench Pries. Lolx... Hmm... A blur lecturer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663333;"&gt;Morning went to class, first thing Rac told me is.... This guy is cute... This guy looks like Jereld. And mimi was saying..... YES!!!! Looks like him!!! "Jereld", your impression left to my frenzzz are great!!!" Hahha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663333;"&gt;After lesson, went down town, grab lunch (damn hungry) with Sugi and Rac. Sugi.... Really knows how to crack jokes. After lunch, Rac the chipmunk went for her dental appointment and Sugi and me went Wistma then Heeren and back to Wistma again then head down to IKEA to get some stuff. When we alight at the bus-stop, walking passed the bridge, a crazy guy, came near and said... "Hello mei" but not in local language. Haha... Me pinch sugi and she is so stiff! Both of us keep walking and turn back to see if he follow us, he onli stare and smile.  Eeeew! Got pillow, bedsheet, some fragrance candle.. And off we goooo.. Back home!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;To Trust&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3256034104096233948-6893683444926497358?l=aibilife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aibilife.blogspot.com/feeds/6893683444926497358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3256034104096233948&amp;postID=6893683444926497358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256034104096233948/posts/default/6893683444926497358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256034104096233948/posts/default/6893683444926497358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aibilife.blogspot.com/2008/01/080108.html' title='08/01/08'/><author><name>Aibi</name><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-3256034104096233948.post-8634908740604917910</id><published>2008-01-04T16:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T16:42:26.711+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Jamie back from L.A!  Meet her and Sugi at Vivo and let her copy all our notes. Lolx.. Not an easy job for her who'd missed 2 weeks of lesson. Oh! She got me Victoria's Secret bag and  a wallet for sugi. Thanks, gal.. She's there copying all the notes, me and sugi were playing there. Lolx... Photoooos.. Where's those photos gal?? lolx..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff9966;"&gt;FM... Not easy to deal with. Answering lame question for the theory and elogical practical.  Why elogic? Cuz I dun understand!!!! Sighhh... Investment.... Oh!! Tml go diving! Diving at Southen Island with a private boat. Haha...  Diving Diving... Southern island ar.. Lolx.. Dunno still dare to jump anot. Haha.. Inside there died ppl bfore..  =x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Chinese New Year coming. My Abalone...... Think after eating at my grandma house, will stay at home alllllll the way and read up my notes. 2 more months to our exam. 4 modules in 2 weeks. -.-"  My tupid slow brain. Got to work hard, gals!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;To Trust&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3256034104096233948-8634908740604917910?l=aibilife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aibilife.blogspot.com/feeds/8634908740604917910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3256034104096233948&amp;postID=8634908740604917910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256034104096233948/posts/default/8634908740604917910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256034104096233948/posts/default/8634908740604917910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aibilife.blogspot.com/2008/01/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Aibi</name><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-3256034104096233948.post-6002538405139528024</id><published>2007-12-31T16:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T16:16:06.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fire!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Bi is back from SOuth Africa!! Finally!! That night we had a grilling session at home. With Steven , Joanna, Steven, Eric and Nancy. The girl Nancy, first time I met her. She is...... -.-!! No need me to say more. Grilling almost done! Joanna put 1 chicken in and..... Vooom! Fire!!! Both of us were shouting like hell. Till the guys came and blew the firs off. Haha! Such a big fire.. Dunno wat to do with it. Onli know how to shout. New Year coming. FM.... Alot of homework!!! Practice makes perfect! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Went boating again on Sunday..... Sun, super super super hot!! Past few days been raining. NO wonder the sun so glaring! So hot hot... lolx...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Weds meeting our babe, Jamieeee!! Long time didnt see her and she just came back from her holiday trip at L.A. Haha... Weds me going to stressie her.. lolx...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Got to buy food eat.. Hungry looooo....  Update soon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;To Trust&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3256034104096233948-6002538405139528024?l=aibilife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aibilife.blogspot.com/feeds/6002538405139528024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3256034104096233948&amp;postID=6002538405139528024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256034104096233948/posts/default/6002538405139528024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256034104096233948/posts/default/6002538405139528024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aibilife.blogspot.com/2007/12/fire.html' title='Fire!'/><author><name>Aibi</name><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-3256034104096233948.post-1792675279424377792</id><published>2007-12-24T20:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T20:18:33.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Eve</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Merry Christmas, Everyone.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Woke up at 2pm, showered and Eric called me. Nothing to do and we went CCK to have our lunch, followed by shopping. Got some stuff for Ruby. SHe seems to like her new home very much! =) Reach back home at 4plus, Rock called asked me to acc him to vivo to get his gf-to-be some stuff. Hahaha... Went there and get chocolate for her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ah.. Dun like Vivo that much. Faster buy, faster head back home. HE!! Almost killed me! Lorry, its either he didnt see us or he purposely did it. Almost knocked onto my frenz bike. And Eric, always like the Ah Beng's driving. Almost knocked into the front car. -.-"  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Dun like spending christmas in Orchard or anywhere. Home is still the best! No one squeeze me, no one trying to molest me, no spending of money too! Me saving $$.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;To Trust&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3256034104096233948-1792675279424377792?l=aibilife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aibilife.blogspot.com/feeds/1792675279424377792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3256034104096233948&amp;postID=1792675279424377792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256034104096233948/posts/default/1792675279424377792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256034104096233948/posts/default/1792675279424377792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aibilife.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmas-eve.html' title='Christmas Eve'/><author><name>Aibi</name><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-3256034104096233948.post-972961644144095652</id><published>2007-12-23T13:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T14:46:24.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Guys, mean and untrust - Sugi&lt;br /&gt;Guys who make gal tears are guys who dun deserve your love&lt;br /&gt;Unfaithful guys should deserve retribution&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Everyone says you're nice to me&lt;br /&gt;But why dun I feel it myself&lt;br /&gt;You hides everything&lt;br /&gt;And expect me to know anything&lt;br /&gt;One moment you gives me hope&lt;br /&gt;Another moment, you dash my hope&lt;br /&gt;You says you love me&lt;br /&gt;Yet you're showing nothing&lt;br /&gt;I'm ready.....&lt;br /&gt;Ready to be hurt once again by you&lt;br /&gt;Guys&lt;br /&gt;Why are you out to smash our heart&lt;br /&gt;Am I not good enough to you&lt;br /&gt;Or have I done anything wrong&lt;br /&gt;I need an answer&lt;br /&gt;Not just waiting&lt;br /&gt;Waiting kills&lt;br /&gt;Its a real torture to human&lt;br /&gt;It hurts&lt;br /&gt;It's bleed&lt;br /&gt;But I know I have to be strong&lt;br /&gt;You'll soon be my history&lt;br /&gt;With all the memories I'll cherish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;- Ivy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;To Trust&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3256034104096233948-972961644144095652?l=aibilife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aibilife.blogspot.com/feeds/972961644144095652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3256034104096233948&amp;postID=972961644144095652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256034104096233948/posts/default/972961644144095652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256034104096233948/posts/default/972961644144095652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aibilife.blogspot.com/2007/12/my-love.html' title='My Love'/><author><name>Aibi</name><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-3256034104096233948.post-2431483039628680633</id><published>2007-12-21T13:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T20:03:56.317+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lonely christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;I'm back home after class in Finance Management. This lesson, quite interesting. Teaches you when to invest, how to invest and when to sell the share. But... The lecturer is going tooooo fast!! 1 question, 2 - 3mins of answering. -.-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;His lesson, simply cannot be late or talk in class. Otherwise, we'll missed alot of things. He's very sensitive! Sensitive when people is standing behind him.. I was standing behind him today, wanna ask him some calculation qnz. Infront of him are people who wants to sign the attendance. So, no space and I stand behind him. He was fierce!! "DON'T STAND BEHIND ME!" -.-"" Me walk off and ask other ppl how to do instead. Other than these, he was a good lec. Explained everyword and calculation in detail. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Ruby been sleeping the whole day. Lazy to exercise!! Was talking to jas in the afternoon. She makes me think alot now. Jas, your fault.. Makes me think so much now... Mood just not right. Dunno wat I want too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Hmm... Christmas, no celebration for me. Bi out of town, family, no need to say more. Frenz, had program with their love ones and I cant be there to be a light bulb. So.... Left meeee!! =( Sugi, my bestie, have been dating a guy recently and had totally no time for me. So sad!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Anyway.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;To Trust&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3256034104096233948-2431483039628680633?l=aibilife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aibilife.blogspot.com/feeds/2431483039628680633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3256034104096233948&amp;postID=2431483039628680633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256034104096233948/posts/default/2431483039628680633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256034104096233948/posts/default/2431483039628680633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aibilife.blogspot.com/2007/12/lonely-christmas.html' title='Lonely christmas'/><author><name>Aibi</name><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-3256034104096233948.post-4995868548366883715</id><published>2007-12-20T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T23:16:19.751+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ruby</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;Ha! Ruby is back! She's been away from me on the first day I bought her. Due to some problem with me and Bi bcause of her. And now, she's back! Thanks to Jas, her nanny for taking good care of her for the past few weeks. She is growing fatter and fatter!! Lazy to excercise? Btw, Ruby is my hamster. Named by Kris, guy who works in Pet Lovers Center. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000066;"&gt;Bi went to South Africa. So damn bored at home after school. Sighhhh... Entertainment... I need some life man!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;To Trust&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3256034104096233948-4995868548366883715?l=aibilife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aibilife.blogspot.com/feeds/4995868548366883715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3256034104096233948&amp;postID=4995868548366883715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256034104096233948/posts/default/4995868548366883715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256034104096233948/posts/default/4995868548366883715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aibilife.blogspot.com/2007/12/ruby.html' title='Ruby'/><author><name>Aibi</name><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-3256034104096233948.post-1141801533347360544</id><published>2007-12-18T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T23:16:33.797+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dead cat, reckless drivers</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#006600;"&gt;Last night on my way back home after going to Mustafa to get some stuff, 2 stupid Mit Lancer with the exhast changed (so loud), were racing!!! At bout 11pm, there's still lotsa cars on the road and they drive like a snake. Cutting all the cars infront of them. RACING!!! WTF!! Race at 11pm when there's still lotsa cars on the road? They are fucking selfish! This way of driving will kill people! Especially motocyclist. And I think they're youngsters who just pass their license. STUPID, SELFISH GUY! I hate this kinda of reckless drivers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Reached my house downstair, been carrying the cat treats ard with me where-ever I go. See cats, will give them abit. Saw a beautiful cat, we call tiger cat. Cuz their fur looks like tiger strip. Thought it's sleeping. But... How can a cat be sleeping with its eyes open? Went and have a closer look, it's dead!! So scary! Eyes open, mouth opened with blood flowing out from its mouth and at the tail area, is a puddle of water. Looks like its urine. Cuz there's stain on the floor. IT IS SO SCARY! So near the lift. Why nobody sees anything? Went back home and told my brother about it. He said 8 plus, the cat is still sitting there, moving, still walking.. and at 10plus, its dead! Did someone kill the cat? Otherwise, how does a cat died with its mouth open with blood? This morning at 8, left house for school, cat is gone. Blood and urine still there. Poor cat! Who could have killed a cat near the lift? If the cat died by itself, why there's urine and blood on the floor?? This really puzzle me and had been thinking since last night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;To Trust&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3256034104096233948-1141801533347360544?l=aibilife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aibilife.blogspot.com/feeds/1141801533347360544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3256034104096233948&amp;postID=1141801533347360544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256034104096233948/posts/default/1141801533347360544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256034104096233948/posts/default/1141801533347360544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aibilife.blogspot.com/2007/12/dead-cat-reckless-drivers.html' title='Dead cat, reckless drivers'/><author><name>Aibi</name><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-3256034104096233948.post-2579685566406632756</id><published>2007-12-17T20:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T20:43:31.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"&gt;Back to my own house. Been staying ys since I return back from Phuket.  Last night had dinner with Gior at East Coast. He came from Syney, going back to Italy and have a stop in Sing.  A very very fun dinner! Guess our table is the noisiest and scary amount of food. Hmm.. 1 steam-crab, 1 chilli crab, bun, steam prawns, fried squid, BBQ squid and beef hotplate. Yummy... The food there is nice! Its.... Red House seafood resturant. You should try.. Send him to airport to catch his flight and off to Giant for shopping! Went back ys, got to pack his bag, my bag and tidy up the place. Bought a griller with king prawns, Bacon and stuff. Cooked italian dish. Haha.. Impressive huh! Taught by Bi too.  With Moscato wine... Mmm Mmmmmm... Excellent! Left 1 more bottle of Moscato. Will do another dish when he's back again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;School starts today. See a few familiar faces from Diploma and Advance Dip. Not even exam yet and I'm stressing again. Some modules will be combined with Accts student. While we're here studying, Jamie is in US having great time!!!! Haha.. She's still having her holiday and will join us end of this yr.  Sugi was late for class today. Oh... The moment she reached the class, something caught my eyes. Her sparkling ring. Guess how much is her 1 ring? 13K!!!! She...... is....... fuckingggg rich!!! Her dad got it for her. Daddy gonna marry you.. =x I guess you're the world most luckiest girl!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Tonight got to slp really early. Slept at 5am last night. Not enough slp.. Fainting soon. Alright... Update when I have interesting stuff to write.  Ciao!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;To Trust&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3256034104096233948-2579685566406632756?l=aibilife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aibilife.blogspot.com/feeds/2579685566406632756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3256034104096233948&amp;postID=2579685566406632756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256034104096233948/posts/default/2579685566406632756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256034104096233948/posts/default/2579685566406632756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aibilife.blogspot.com/2007/12/1st-day.html' title='1st Day'/><author><name>Aibi</name><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-3256034104096233948.post-7915219874668518409</id><published>2007-12-11T01:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T02:00:32.298+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Phuket trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"&gt;Hi Everyone!! I'm back from Phuket happily!! =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Reached the Airport, met Giordano, the Italian guy, who is... adorable, humorous and caring chap. Nice to meet him. =) He's joining me for this Phuket trip. Reached airport, checked in luggage, went for duty-free shopping. Ooo.. Prada bag.. I saw 1 that I love it alot! 2K plus.. Hahha.. Went and have a nice meal at resturant and head in to wait for our flight. Forgotten to put my shower cream in my luggage. Checked in with my hand-carried bag and yes, the officer threw it away. And the first word that came out from my mouth when he threw my shower cream away is.. "I hate you"... Sleep thru the 1hr30mins flight. Reached Thai, first thing I do is to buy shower cream. lolx.. Dun want to go to hotel without shower cream. we stayed at Layan Beacg Resort and Spa village. Was suppose to stayed at Patong beach. Dunno how we ended up there. 45mins ride to Patong beach for our dinner. So damn far! But the resort is nice! Up in the mountain, cooling, nice scenary with the whole sea view. Problem is.... The toilet, everything is transparent. So when I shower, no one can be in the room! Haha.. Dinner was great! With all the seafood and the hottest chilli Thai could ever produce. lolx.. Smooth white wine along. That makes the whole combination. After dinner, head back to resort and thats another 45 mins back. Shower, settle our stuff and... Slp! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Woke up next morning at 9am (-1hr) Totally forgotten tat I was in Phuket. When I woke up, still wondering where am I.. Hahah.. Too tired, maybe. Took cab down to Patong again and went to look for Dive Center. Went for a dive in Patong Beach. 9months since I dive. Me so scared! First, the current was really really strong. 2nd, I wasnt familar with the dive sites there. 3rd, the visibility was bad and 4th, I know the instructor is not experience!!! So... After a dive, I give up. Relax and enjoyed my tibits.. Hahah.. Rinsed myself and wear back my bikini.. WET!! Forgotten to bring my stuff. Shopping time again!! Hahha.. Giordana cant stand my shopping style. Cuz I bought alot alot alot of stuff and he has to carry em all for me. Poor guy. Shop and eat till12am and head back resort.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;3rd Day, woke up pretty early, had great breakfast at the resort and again, took taxi out. This time, we went for the International Boat Show Thai 2008. He's a boat designer and boat enginners. Soooo, he has to attend the show. Went in and look at those boats.. Woow!! If were to buy those big boats, I dun think we have to buy house! Cuz it looks nicer than a house! lolx... Evening, was invited by Italina to go for a party at Blue Lagoon. The welcome drink... Got to thanks to the waitress. It white wine. Half bottle and I feel dizzy. Very dizzy. Seems to be on drug kind. Rested for an hour, down to Patong for shopping again!! Hahha.. Bought stuff for dad and mum this time. Went and have my hair and Hanna done.. Together with Foot massage. Ooo.. Shiok! lolx.. No time for full body massage. Sad though. Next time then. Night life there is great!!! So fun!! You'll see those photos in my &lt;a href="http://profiles.friendster.com/user.php"&gt;Friendster&lt;/a&gt;. The ladies-men there.. Hahhaa!! Prettier than me! Bigger than me! =x Things that scare me off is the thai guys there.. So near to me and so scary by forcing me to look at the poster or something. Thought I'm dead.. Going to be kidnapped... Just happened, Giordana came and look for me and 1 sec, all stood so far away from me! Lucky me and Thanks Gior..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;This time, we shopped till 3am and went back to resort. Dead Dead Dead tired. Next morning, 10.15am flight. Gior has to go back to Italy while I head back to Sing. Ha!! Really nice and fun trip! In any chance, I would like to go again!!! Hahha.. School starting in Dec.. I'm soon back to student once again.. =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;To Trust&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3256034104096233948-7915219874668518409?l=aibilife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aibilife.blogspot.com/feeds/7915219874668518409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3256034104096233948&amp;postID=7915219874668518409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256034104096233948/posts/default/7915219874668518409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256034104096233948/posts/default/7915219874668518409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aibilife.blogspot.com/2007/12/my-phuket-trip.html' title='My Phuket trip'/><author><name>Aibi</name><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-3256034104096233948.post-8874192740706970082</id><published>2007-12-02T01:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T01:22:02.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I have nothing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Share my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Take me for what I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Cuz I'll never change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6600cc;"&gt;All my colors for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Take my love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I'll never ask for too much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Just all that you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6600cc;"&gt;And everything that you do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I don't really need to look&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Very much farther&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I don't wanna go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Where you don't follow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I don't hold it back again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6600cc;"&gt;This passion inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Can't run from myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6600cc;"&gt;There's nowhere to hide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Don't make me close one more door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I don't wanna hurt anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Stay in my arms if you dare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Must I imagine you there?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Don't walk away from me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I Have Nothing Nothing Nothing, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6600cc;"&gt;if i don't have you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6600cc;"&gt;You see through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Right to the heart of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6600cc;"&gt;You break down my walls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6600cc;"&gt;With the strength of your love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I never knew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Love like I known it's with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Will the memories survive?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6600cc;"&gt;One I can hold on to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I don't really need to look&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Very much further&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I don't wanna go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Where you don't follow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I don't hold it back again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6600cc;"&gt;This passion inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Can't run from myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6600cc;"&gt;There's nowhere to hide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6600cc;"&gt;You're the love I remember forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Don't walk away from me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Don't walk away from me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Don't you dare walk away from me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I have nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Nothing Nothing, if I don't have you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6600cc;"&gt;You, if I don't have you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;To Trust&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3256034104096233948-8874192740706970082?l=aibilife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aibilife.blogspot.com/feeds/8874192740706970082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3256034104096233948&amp;postID=8874192740706970082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256034104096233948/posts/default/8874192740706970082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256034104096233948/posts/default/8874192740706970082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aibilife.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-have-nothing.html' title='I have nothing'/><author><name>Aibi</name><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-3256034104096233948.post-7835438835018320135</id><published>2007-11-30T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T00:12:57.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy &amp; shag week</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Yesterday and today was a real busy day. Taking hundreds of stocks, arranging stocks and getting those barcodes.  Sounds easy. But at outlets that are big, its not a simple job to do. Heavy big pack of pets food, finding the expired date. You have to follow the pace there. Itssss fast!! Everything, chop chop and next... Everyday, there bounds to be something for you to be busy with. Really tired. And for me this clumsy gal, got hurt everywhere. Cuts over my fingers, strained back and elbow. Next Thurs go phuket, MASSAGE AND SPAAA!! hahaa..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Today wasnt a happy day for me to work. Whole day, me looked so tired. Didnt bother to talk or smile, which I am suppose to. Head is pounding since I work up this morning. Dreamt of taking exam in school and doesnt know how to answer those question. Exam really freaks me out. So, had decided to start my course in April instead of Dec. Actually, I prefer lots and lotsa work to be done in work. It makes time flies fast. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Oh... Yesterday, one of my collegue got scolded so badly because of scanning the wrong item in the computer system. Supervisor was so damn angry and asked her not to go home until she finds out what is the item she just sold. Hoho.. She looks like she's about to burst into tears!! So scared she'll really cry.. Asked her to call the customer back. Lucky she leave down her number. Ai yo... Careless.. And I told my supervisor, I dun wan to be cashier. So dangerous. I rather arrange all the stocks, carry all the heavy stuff. Short of money I got to top up  on that day or key in wrong data, I got to take out the stock and count all over again. I'll die there!! And prolly I'll tell this to the supervisor, "This is what happen when you pay your employees peanuts. Monkeys get peanuts. So, since you pay me peanuts, I'll work what monkey usually does." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Its 12am.. Time to sleep!! Working tml again. My life.... Other than working, still working.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;To Trust&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3256034104096233948-7835438835018320135?l=aibilife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aibilife.blogspot.com/feeds/7835438835018320135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3256034104096233948&amp;postID=7835438835018320135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256034104096233948/posts/default/7835438835018320135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256034104096233948/posts/default/7835438835018320135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aibilife.blogspot.com/2007/11/busy-shag-week.html' title='Busy &amp; shag week'/><author><name>Aibi</name><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-3256034104096233948.post-4392891436789009680</id><published>2007-11-28T11:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T12:20:59.172+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dead Tired</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Been a time since I update my blog. Past few days working at Holland Village, Pet Lover Center. Job recommended by Jas. She's working at plaza sing and her guy, Adrien at Anchor Point. Mine is the shop with Dogs. There's Vet clinic. But... Not often we can go to the dog station and look at the dogs. Unless no supervisor. Haha.. People there are nice. Though they look fierce. But once get along with them, they can be crazy! Tiring job.. Everyday 9hrs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#6666cc;"&gt;The tiring part is arranging the stock and getting the barcode. Got to walk here and there, read those small codes carefully. Customers are real rich! Most are foreigners.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Going off for Basic Theory exam in a while. Today, me lied to manager my theory exam last 2hrs. But its actually 15mins. Hahhaa.. Take time to rest. I need moreeee sleep!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Next Thursday going to Phuket!! Hahaha.. Shopping time! But if there's time and I'm allowed, I'll go for a dive! Missed breathing compressed air. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;To Trust&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3256034104096233948-4392891436789009680?l=aibilife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aibilife.blogspot.com/feeds/4392891436789009680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3256034104096233948&amp;postID=4392891436789009680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256034104096233948/posts/default/4392891436789009680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256034104096233948/posts/default/4392891436789009680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aibilife.blogspot.com/2007/11/dead-tired.html' title='Dead Tired'/><author><name>Aibi</name><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-3256034104096233948.post-1861407495040194540</id><published>2007-11-24T00:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T00:16:22.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update and updates</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Here's my updates.. Went for interview 2days ago. N I'll start work next Monday at Holland Village at the Pet lovers centre. Ok... Not alot of people believed that I actually went for interview and will be working soon! Working with pets!! Pets, guysss.. Some support pls.. Instead of saying all the pets will die! Hmpf~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Just came back from a chalet at Jurong. Da Ge's B'day! HAPPY 20th B'DAY!! Haha.. He's really a lousy drinker. =x The throwing him into the pool, the cake cream on his face, the drinking part! Great chalet! And I have to get back before 12am. Sad! Yuan kor came back with me.. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And now, i got to shower, wake up early and go ys tml to get place pack as Bi coming back on Sunday!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;To Trust&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3256034104096233948-1861407495040194540?l=aibilife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aibilife.blogspot.com/feeds/1861407495040194540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3256034104096233948&amp;postID=1861407495040194540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256034104096233948/posts/default/1861407495040194540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256034104096233948/posts/default/1861407495040194540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aibilife.blogspot.com/2007/11/update-and-updates.html' title='Update and updates'/><author><name>Aibi</name><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-3256034104096233948.post-5883406896414036711</id><published>2007-11-20T00:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T00:41:27.809+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lifeless</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993300;"&gt;Exam over.. Feels great! Really felt so much relaxing and no more of straining of my brain's cells. But.. Other than renting DVD to watch, what else can I do?? Frenz were all so busy with work, going back to their country. House is always me and my dad. Soooo damn bored. Tml got to go down changi to watch the princess. Hmm.. Suppose to have a helper. This morning told me tt he have to work, help his dad with the boat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#993300;"&gt;Ok.. Looks like other than sleeping, i have nth else to do. After washing boats, i'll move over to ys again and sleep for 3 days 3 night... DO NOT DISTURB!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;To Trust&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3256034104096233948-5883406896414036711?l=aibilife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aibilife.blogspot.com/feeds/5883406896414036711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3256034104096233948&amp;postID=5883406896414036711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256034104096233948/posts/default/5883406896414036711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256034104096233948/posts/default/5883406896414036711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aibilife.blogspot.com/2007/11/lifeless.html' title='Lifeless'/><author><name>Aibi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
