<?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-3783323473351955355</id><updated>2011-09-22T11:57:30.168-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finding, Living, Learning</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ede-quate.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783323473351955355/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ede-quate.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>edelyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/TD5ZMWFr1KI/AAAAAAAABDQ/KECJ2nIoceU/S220/IMG_0557-1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>58</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783323473351955355.post-7382719025713406114</id><published>2011-07-15T04:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T04:05:31.929-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Life so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After losing a really close friend a few months ago, do not like that feeling. Met new friends. And life seemed to change drastically for me. I hang out with a bigger group of friends now.. people i didn't get a chance to hang with for a long while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bonded more with connie, grace and jeanne.. and realize life isn't just about that one friend. You can give your all to that one person and it takes not proof but suspicion to ruin it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relationship with the boyfriend is much more stable now. Learning to let him go ahead and do whatever he wants and knowing he'd come home when its done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not easy. couples who've been thru years of relationship will find it hard to go through what i went through as well. but it takes times, arguments, tears, pain to learn at the end of the day to let the strings loose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im at a peaceful place now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783323473351955355-7382719025713406114?l=ede-quate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ede-quate.blogspot.com/feeds/7382719025713406114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ede-quate.blogspot.com/2011/07/life-so-far.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783323473351955355/posts/default/7382719025713406114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783323473351955355/posts/default/7382719025713406114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ede-quate.blogspot.com/2011/07/life-so-far.html' title=''/><author><name>edelyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/TD5ZMWFr1KI/AAAAAAAABDQ/KECJ2nIoceU/S220/IMG_0557-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783323473351955355.post-5886325793397487380</id><published>2011-04-08T01:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T01:27:11.668-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>gave up on blogging..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;instead....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.milesandapart.tumblr.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783323473351955355-5886325793397487380?l=ede-quate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ede-quate.blogspot.com/feeds/5886325793397487380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ede-quate.blogspot.com/2011/04/gave-up-on-blogging.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783323473351955355/posts/default/5886325793397487380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783323473351955355/posts/default/5886325793397487380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ede-quate.blogspot.com/2011/04/gave-up-on-blogging.html' title=''/><author><name>edelyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/TD5ZMWFr1KI/AAAAAAAABDQ/KECJ2nIoceU/S220/IMG_0557-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783323473351955355.post-3682767899274414655</id><published>2011-03-22T13:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T13:31:23.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had an awesome 23rd birthday party!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ze boyfriend planned it all had arguments over it at first. I hate people lying to me even if it was a white lie . I mean come on i already knew he was planning the birthday, HE had to cause i asked for one.. basically instead of lying to me just tell me u were going out to plan the stuffs for my birthday! I wont know what u're planning and also will not be used against u in future&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G-Z4ID0fFzI/TYkEvo84rKI/AAAAAAAABIE/u1hhO82WU_s/s1600/IMG_2128-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G-Z4ID0fFzI/TYkEvo84rKI/AAAAAAAABIE/u1hhO82WU_s/s400/IMG_2128-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587002029222964386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cake cutting was at 12 when i was rudely awake from a short nap as i was feeling sick&lt;br /&gt;thus the half awake face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RXQkM_FnKFc/TYkEwutIosI/AAAAAAAABIc/k1geWp5IeCU/s1600/IMG_2154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RXQkM_FnKFc/TYkEwutIosI/AAAAAAAABIc/k1geWp5IeCU/s400/IMG_2154.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587002047947383490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok must better now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ucwv0_V-KR0/TYkExNcNM1I/AAAAAAAABIk/P10bVbRjVYc/s1600/IMG_2167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ucwv0_V-KR0/TYkExNcNM1I/AAAAAAAABIk/P10bVbRjVYc/s400/IMG_2167.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587002056197878610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cecilia and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0oTLxC31gnI/TYkEwVwzqWI/AAAAAAAABIU/1K8W-HnTfgY/s1600/IMG_2138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0oTLxC31gnI/TYkEwVwzqWI/AAAAAAAABIU/1K8W-HnTfgY/s400/IMG_2138.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587002041251899746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random picture was too cold i was wrapped like a dumpling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0igrgjcBQf8/TYkEwAyfCMI/AAAAAAAABIM/cUjhsctTO7s/s1600/IMG_2120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0igrgjcBQf8/TYkEwAyfCMI/AAAAAAAABIM/cUjhsctTO7s/s400/IMG_2120.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587002035621791938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boyfriend leading me out for some ultimate candle&lt;br /&gt;which were fireworks btw no videos or pictures with me all in his iphone4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hPAMDacRi1E/TYkF-JIBntI/AAAAAAAABIs/8GMgAiAkKRA/s1600/IMG_2157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hPAMDacRi1E/TYkF-JIBntI/AAAAAAAABIs/8GMgAiAkKRA/s400/IMG_2157.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587003377889418962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-g8kKaK2FdCE/TYkF-d4n75I/AAAAAAAABI0/E5Eos_g4MSg/s1600/IMG_2163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-g8kKaK2FdCE/TYkF-d4n75I/AAAAAAAABI0/E5Eos_g4MSg/s400/IMG_2163.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587003383461965714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAKE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CI5yokTA4lA/TYkF-5rY0zI/AAAAAAAABI8/AEc2vxEin6c/s1600/IMG_2177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CI5yokTA4lA/TYkF-5rY0zI/AAAAAAAABI8/AEc2vxEin6c/s400/IMG_2177.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587003390922642226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yynGLlvIHG8/TYkF_rt9VgI/AAAAAAAABJM/9SQ_FNUTMEE/s1600/IMG_2194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yynGLlvIHG8/TYkF_rt9VgI/AAAAAAAABJM/9SQ_FNUTMEE/s400/IMG_2194.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587003404355196418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;free champagne courtesy of shui li fang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fqFugTNwUHk/TYkF_de8aBI/AAAAAAAABJE/P3QuXcNNulw/s1600/IMG_2192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fqFugTNwUHk/TYkF_de8aBI/AAAAAAAABJE/P3QuXcNNulw/s400/IMG_2192.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587003400534124562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I appreciate the hard work my boyfriend has put in to planning although there were some cock ups and unhappiness its considered not bad already&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actual day was spent at coco park with a sick me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k8ngUSIVOLk/TYkG-QQ8KJI/AAAAAAAABJU/6mArUGblchU/s1600/IMG_2211.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k8ngUSIVOLk/TYkG-QQ8KJI/AAAAAAAABJU/6mArUGblchU/s400/IMG_2211.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587004479317485714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783323473351955355-3682767899274414655?l=ede-quate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ede-quate.blogspot.com/feeds/3682767899274414655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ede-quate.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-had-awesome-23rd-birthday-party-ze.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783323473351955355/posts/default/3682767899274414655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783323473351955355/posts/default/3682767899274414655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ede-quate.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-had-awesome-23rd-birthday-party-ze.html' title=''/><author><name>edelyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/TD5ZMWFr1KI/AAAAAAAABDQ/KECJ2nIoceU/S220/IMG_0557-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G-Z4ID0fFzI/TYkEvo84rKI/AAAAAAAABIE/u1hhO82WU_s/s72-c/IMG_2128-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783323473351955355.post-4014476796793138033</id><published>2011-03-05T00:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T00:08:58.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A few days ago I had a sort of like self learning period.. reflect on where i've done wrong or not done good enough..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realized I've alot of things in life people would give up their lifes for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not perfect but broken in the right places.. my dads effort of cooking every single day different dishes new dishes for us and im a bad daughter not being polishing them off everyday.. Now he's in Indonesia for only a day and I miss him so much I miss waking up with food all prepared fridge all stocked up .. My mum for washing all the clothes if not with my character i've already run out of clean clothes by the end of the week. My brother for always fixing anything IT around the house even after a very tiring day.. But me? I don't even have to do anything and all these is a blessing. I never had to wash my clothes prepare food for the family and stay up all night just to fix something broken...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Works so hard faces countless obstacles and recently something catastrophic has happened and he still puts on a smile and talk to me very nicely even when i know deep down inside he is suffering in pain couldn't cry because he's a man and never blamed me ... I may not have thank him enough for me to enjoy a life of luxury not having to worry about a single cent or any of my bills yes he has his short comings we've had countless arguments but it all comes down to if i just appreciate him more things would be so much better..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783323473351955355-4014476796793138033?l=ede-quate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ede-quate.blogspot.com/feeds/4014476796793138033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ede-quate.blogspot.com/2011/03/few-days-ago-i-had-sort-of-like-self.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783323473351955355/posts/default/4014476796793138033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783323473351955355/posts/default/4014476796793138033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ede-quate.blogspot.com/2011/03/few-days-ago-i-had-sort-of-like-self.html' title=''/><author><name>edelyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/TD5ZMWFr1KI/AAAAAAAABDQ/KECJ2nIoceU/S220/IMG_0557-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783323473351955355.post-263933812564416783</id><published>2011-02-15T05:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T05:39:59.275-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>last night i was still okay but a moment ago the beastly way you looked that slap across scared the shit out of me again and i feel like crying now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im not really okayy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783323473351955355-263933812564416783?l=ede-quate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ede-quate.blogspot.com/feeds/263933812564416783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ede-quate.blogspot.com/2011/02/last-night-i-was-still-okay-but-moment.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783323473351955355/posts/default/263933812564416783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783323473351955355/posts/default/263933812564416783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ede-quate.blogspot.com/2011/02/last-night-i-was-still-okay-but-moment.html' title=''/><author><name>edelyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/TD5ZMWFr1KI/AAAAAAAABDQ/KECJ2nIoceU/S220/IMG_0557-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783323473351955355.post-1454167641968893411</id><published>2011-01-20T12:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T08:31:23.400-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kristmus, New Years, CNY and everything summarized into 1 post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the boyfriend and I after the strike of midnight christmas 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/TTig5Z-E3GI/AAAAAAAABGU/VP7AsbbKPvI/s1600/IMG_1263.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/TTig5Z-E3GI/AAAAAAAABGU/VP7AsbbKPvI/s400/IMG_1263.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564374247700487266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is cecilia and I having a "who can peel longans faster contest"&lt;br /&gt;I was high and drunk after 5 cups of alcohol and she was pretty much gone!&lt;br /&gt;oh that robert behind such a cute boy u feel like mothering him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/TTig5y-CdZI/AAAAAAAABGc/-PtXzJqKWmw/s1600/IMG_1292.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/TTig5y-CdZI/AAAAAAAABGc/-PtXzJqKWmw/s400/IMG_1292.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564374254411216274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Cecilia, Danice and I&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class="" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_JustifyCenter" title="Align Center" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 11);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" alt="Align Center" class="gl_align_center" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danica is the girlfriend of yongsien he's a lucky asshole!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/TTig6X5GgeI/AAAAAAAABGk/Y3F-38RylCQ/s1600/IMG_1265.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/TTig6X5GgeI/AAAAAAAABGk/Y3F-38RylCQ/s400/IMG_1265.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564374264322621922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was our hotel in Shanghai called LAKE MEILAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/TTiiRFJqWkI/AAAAAAAABG8/MDitfgpcoBY/s1600/IMG_1247.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/TTiiRFJqWkI/AAAAAAAABG8/MDitfgpcoBY/s400/IMG_1247.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564375753940425282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/TTig7BQX19I/AAAAAAAABG0/bnI5E6x88Jo/s1600/IMG_1249.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/TTig7BQX19I/AAAAAAAABG0/bnI5E6x88Jo/s400/IMG_1249.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564374275426080722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shanghai Zunbid Event&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/TTiiRqLpi2I/AAAAAAAABHE/wHcGymI4i4w/s1600/IMG_1425.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/TTiiRqLpi2I/AAAAAAAABHE/wHcGymI4i4w/s400/IMG_1425.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564375763880872802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent the New year countdown on the road of shenzhen and @jackson's apartment after which the next day was our 2nd YEAR ANNIVERSARY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/TU13WScvp-I/AAAAAAAABHQ/2TKlJ8-G0SY/s1600/IMG_1673.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/TU13WScvp-I/AAAAAAAABHQ/2TKlJ8-G0SY/s400/IMG_1673.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570239538920400866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For our Second Anniversary we initially wanted  to head over to taiwan but his busy schedule didn't allow us to.. Never the less he brought me to Zhuhai for awesome cheap seafood and Macau after for some gambling and buffet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prayed at the Mazu temple before gambling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/TU15B0xQ-BI/AAAAAAAABHg/D2QY3yBbh6A/s1600/IMG_1716.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/TU15B0xQ-BI/AAAAAAAABHg/D2QY3yBbh6A/s400/IMG_1716.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570241386379278354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The venetian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/TU15CFWO1hI/AAAAAAAABHo/G8OmDWufqtA/s1600/IMG_1721.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/TU15CFWO1hI/AAAAAAAABHo/G8OmDWufqtA/s400/IMG_1721.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570241390829295122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minghao Joined us on our anniversary really glad he did it can get pretty boring just me and the boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/TU17CP7aODI/AAAAAAAABH4/V3qQ1p4keTc/s1600/IMG_1714.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/TU17CP7aODI/AAAAAAAABH4/V3qQ1p4keTc/s400/IMG_1714.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570243592692840498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some random day at pasir ris park with nut and brina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/TU13WqKhoMI/AAAAAAAABHY/y9ynuyF3-Eo/s1600/IMG_2027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/TU13WqKhoMI/AAAAAAAABHY/y9ynuyF3-Eo/s400/IMG_2027.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570239545286435010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see I've long abandoned this blog okehhh occasionally i log into blogger thinking of what to write and i give up 5 minutes later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway the boyfriend is back in singapore hopefully till after valentine's day! been spending every single day with him made me feel like we were back in old times ! not like in china where he is too busy to give a shit! feel good to have a slightly better tempered boyfriend ! I just wish he could stay in singapore and never ever leave my side!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I initially wanted to upload more photos but blogger is being a bitch again! takes like a thousand year to upload just 3 pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783323473351955355-1454167641968893411?l=ede-quate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ede-quate.blogspot.com/feeds/1454167641968893411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ede-quate.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-kristmus-new-years-cny-and-everything.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783323473351955355/posts/default/1454167641968893411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783323473351955355/posts/default/1454167641968893411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ede-quate.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-kristmus-new-years-cny-and-everything.html' title=''/><author><name>edelyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/TD5ZMWFr1KI/AAAAAAAABDQ/KECJ2nIoceU/S220/IMG_0557-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/TTig5Z-E3GI/AAAAAAAABGU/VP7AsbbKPvI/s72-c/IMG_1263.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783323473351955355.post-6889819187643192530</id><published>2010-12-07T12:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T12:58:32.659-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Im the kind of girlfriend who likes to keep perfecting the relationship keep the spark and work on the problems but i cannot do that because you always think there is nothing wrong to BEGIN WITH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how disappointment comes about.. You get together with this person and u say HECK i trust him 100% regardless or which situation im talking about. Den as the years months days hours seconds go by situations keep popping up with may have disappointed you. Saying he will do something and he didn't. saying he will do something but when he doesn't blame it on something else but the fact is he didn't! says he will do something just to please u and doesn't keep up the act and when the cover blows cover his ass by blaming on workloads or me or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate having expectations from the one i love because everytime he doesn't fulfil it or blames it on something someone else i get disappointment VERY BADLY and it affect our rs in situations you don't even see.. NOW u tell me u're bring me to taipei or come home for christmas I CANT BRING MYSELF TO BELIEVE U UNTIL I SEE YOU! ITS NOT THAT I DONT TRUST U ANYMORE I JUST DONT WANT TO BE DISAPPOINTED ANYMORE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH AND SHUT UP YOUR GIRLS for telling me i have to believe my boyfriend ASK YOURS TO STAY IN CHINA FOR MONTHS AND YEARS AND TELL ME IF U WILL STILL TRUST HIM COMPLETELY U IGNORANT FOOLS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783323473351955355-6889819187643192530?l=ede-quate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ede-quate.blogspot.com/feeds/6889819187643192530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ede-quate.blogspot.com/2010/12/im-kind-of-girlfriend-who-likes-to-keep.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783323473351955355/posts/default/6889819187643192530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783323473351955355/posts/default/6889819187643192530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ede-quate.blogspot.com/2010/12/im-kind-of-girlfriend-who-likes-to-keep.html' title=''/><author><name>edelyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/TD5ZMWFr1KI/AAAAAAAABDQ/KECJ2nIoceU/S220/IMG_0557-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783323473351955355.post-3335379327321527680</id><published>2010-12-01T10:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T10:01:51.738-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Been staying at brina's for the past 4 days mad awesome love her parents and I can just walk how anytime!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783323473351955355-3335379327321527680?l=ede-quate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ede-quate.blogspot.com/feeds/3335379327321527680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ede-quate.blogspot.com/2010/12/been-staying-at-brinas-for-past-4-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783323473351955355/posts/default/3335379327321527680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783323473351955355/posts/default/3335379327321527680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ede-quate.blogspot.com/2010/12/been-staying-at-brinas-for-past-4-days.html' title=''/><author><name>edelyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/TD5ZMWFr1KI/AAAAAAAABDQ/KECJ2nIoceU/S220/IMG_0557-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783323473351955355.post-1743628703946840353</id><published>2010-11-27T11:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-27T11:42:46.617-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have a love hate relationship with the boyfriend.. sometimes i love him to death sometimes i just wanna stab him with a fork!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783323473351955355-1743628703946840353?l=ede-quate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ede-quate.blogspot.com/feeds/1743628703946840353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ede-quate.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-have-love-hate-relationship-with.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783323473351955355/posts/default/1743628703946840353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783323473351955355/posts/default/1743628703946840353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ede-quate.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-have-love-hate-relationship-with.html' title=''/><author><name>edelyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/TD5ZMWFr1KI/AAAAAAAABDQ/KECJ2nIoceU/S220/IMG_0557-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783323473351955355.post-7629462853933205639</id><published>2010-11-24T18:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T18:09:59.834-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel devastated .. It's not easy for your bf to never be around no matter how much branded he can buy u it can never fill your heart it's not the bags that I want I just want u home with me not out there where there is temptations .. Why is my only assurance your words n you're not even gonna compromise to let me have the assurance I want? How come in this rs there is no talking about it always wrong time wrong place n I'm just being irritating n pushy?? I need someone who can carry my emotional baggage not just someone who buys me stuff n just wipe backside after...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783323473351955355-7629462853933205639?l=ede-quate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ede-quate.blogspot.com/feeds/7629462853933205639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ede-quate.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-feel-devastated.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783323473351955355/posts/default/7629462853933205639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783323473351955355/posts/default/7629462853933205639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ede-quate.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-feel-devastated.html' title=''/><author><name>edelyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/TD5ZMWFr1KI/AAAAAAAABDQ/KECJ2nIoceU/S220/IMG_0557-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783323473351955355.post-1807355238232306547</id><published>2010-11-22T20:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T20:43:02.391-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;pre&gt;On the first page of our story&lt;br /&gt;The future seemed so bright&lt;br /&gt;Then this thing turned out so evil&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I'm still surprised&lt;br /&gt;Even angels have their wicked schemes&lt;br /&gt;And you take that to new extremes&lt;br /&gt;But you'll always be my hero&lt;br /&gt;Even though you've lost your mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just gonna stand there and watch me burn&lt;br /&gt;But that's all right because I like the way it hurts&lt;br /&gt;Just gonna stand there and hear me cry&lt;br /&gt;But that's all right because I love the way you lie&lt;br /&gt;I love the way you lie&lt;br /&gt;Oohh, I love the way you lie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now there's gravel in our voices&lt;br /&gt;Glass is shattered from the fight&lt;br /&gt;In this tug of war, you'll always win&lt;br /&gt;Even when I'm right&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you feed me fables from your hand&lt;br /&gt;With violent words and empty threats&lt;br /&gt;And it's sick that all these battles&lt;br /&gt;Are what keeps me satisfied&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just gonna stand there and watch me burn&lt;br /&gt;But that's all right because I like the way it hurts&lt;br /&gt;Just gonna stand there and hear me cry&lt;br /&gt;But that's all right because I love the way you lie&lt;br /&gt;I love the way you lie&lt;br /&gt;Oohh, I love the way you lie, oohh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So maybe I'm a masochist&lt;br /&gt;I try to run but I don't wanna ever leave&lt;br /&gt;'Til the walls are goin' up&lt;br /&gt;In smoke with all our memories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, you wake, a sunray hits your face&lt;br /&gt;Smeared make-up as we lay in the wake of destruction&lt;br /&gt;Hush baby, speak softly, tell me you're been sorry&lt;br /&gt;That you pushed me into the coffee table last night&lt;br /&gt;So I can push you off me&lt;br /&gt;Try and touch me so I can scream at you not to touch me&lt;br /&gt;Run out the room and I'll follow you like a lost puppy&lt;br /&gt;Baby, without you, I'm nothing, I'm so lost, hug me&lt;br /&gt;Then tell me how ugly I am, but that you'll always love me&lt;br /&gt;Then after that, shove me, in the aftermath of the&lt;br /&gt;Destructive path that we're on, two psychopaths but we&lt;br /&gt;Know that no matter how many knives we put in each other's backs&lt;br /&gt;That we’ll have each other’s backs, 'cause we're that lucky&lt;br /&gt;Together, we move mountains, let's not make mountains out of molehills&lt;br /&gt;You hit me twice, yeah, but who’s countin'&lt;br /&gt;I may have hit you three times, I’m startin’ to lose count&lt;br /&gt;But together, we'll live forever, we found the youth fountain&lt;br /&gt;Our love is crazy, we're nuts, but I refused counsellin'&lt;br /&gt;This house is too huge, if you move out I’ll burn all two thousand&lt;br /&gt;Square feet of it to the ground, ain't shit you can do about it&lt;br /&gt;With you I’m in my fuckin' mind, without you, I'm out it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just gonna stand there and watch me burn&lt;br /&gt;But that's all right because I like the way it hurts&lt;br /&gt;Just gonna stand there and hear me cry&lt;br /&gt;But that's all right because I love the way you lie&lt;br /&gt;I love the way you lie&lt;br /&gt;I love the way you lie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love the way you lie&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783323473351955355-1807355238232306547?l=ede-quate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ede-quate.blogspot.com/feeds/1807355238232306547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ede-quate.blogspot.com/2010/11/on-first-page-of-our-story-future.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783323473351955355/posts/default/1807355238232306547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783323473351955355/posts/default/1807355238232306547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ede-quate.blogspot.com/2010/11/on-first-page-of-our-story-future.html' title=''/><author><name>edelyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/TD5ZMWFr1KI/AAAAAAAABDQ/KECJ2nIoceU/S220/IMG_0557-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783323473351955355.post-5771437849306747301</id><published>2010-11-22T20:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T20:17:21.443-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/TOs_SMrZm-I/AAAAAAAABFQ/Zl1WpM3aGKQ/s1600/11042009%2528009%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/TOs_SMrZm-I/AAAAAAAABFQ/Zl1WpM3aGKQ/s400/11042009%2528009%2529.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542593348282981346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy days.. why is it Im happier when you're not a rich as now. Shouldn't it be the other way round?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People think soulmates, success, money brings happiness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i think its actually the other way round&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783323473351955355-5771437849306747301?l=ede-quate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ede-quate.blogspot.com/feeds/5771437849306747301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ede-quate.blogspot.com/2010/11/happy-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783323473351955355/posts/default/5771437849306747301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783323473351955355/posts/default/5771437849306747301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ede-quate.blogspot.com/2010/11/happy-days.html' title=''/><author><name>edelyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/TD5ZMWFr1KI/AAAAAAAABDQ/KECJ2nIoceU/S220/IMG_0557-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/TOs_SMrZm-I/AAAAAAAABFQ/Zl1WpM3aGKQ/s72-c/11042009%2528009%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783323473351955355.post-4321421521137413239</id><published>2010-11-22T19:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T20:11:43.737-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I need to have a private blog where i can openly bitch about my boyfriend and friends and not have to get into a fight! awesome idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think you can feel when something is ending or when someone is leaving you... maybe they are just not meant to be..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want i love you to be a routine you know u have to say it at the end of a phone call.. Im trying to break out of the routine and only say it when i really mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im not being paranoid but i feel like if a relationship is going anywhere we should work on it and change i feel that changing to accomodate one another is very important..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are breaks allowed in a relationship?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783323473351955355-4321421521137413239?l=ede-quate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ede-quate.blogspot.com/feeds/4321421521137413239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ede-quate.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-need-to-have-private-blog-where-i-can.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783323473351955355/posts/default/4321421521137413239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783323473351955355/posts/default/4321421521137413239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ede-quate.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-need-to-have-private-blog-where-i-can.html' title=''/><author><name>edelyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/TD5ZMWFr1KI/AAAAAAAABDQ/KECJ2nIoceU/S220/IMG_0557-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783323473351955355.post-8280098347875370910</id><published>2010-11-21T17:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T18:13:20.251-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Friends forever how do you define that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when you thought you met a friend you can actually relate to be there for u, always make u wonder DAMN how did she get into my brain again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things change.. when there is  a dramatic change in her life she still included me in it! thank god! but she changed.. she doesn't seem as real anymore, white lies still lies. I felt that her piorities have changed.. she used to be alot more mature but now im afraid she'd become the person she was in the past, that i didn't want to hang out with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's happy now im really happy for her but the way she is acting... i hope its just the honeymoon phase.. I now realize why whenever i change a boyfriend jessilyn's attitude towards me and the mean things she say sometimes.. It's because i've changed in a disgusting ,always must include boyfriend in person. I'm no longer there for her alone.. I'm always there with my date or bf.. I was too happy to really give a shit about other peoples' feelings..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it sucks to see people sweet in a relationship always showing public display of affections when your friends are no longer in the same phase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always want to run away.. whenever my friends start having new guys in their life.. I don't want to be the lightbulb! I don't want to be sitting there looking at this big love bubble that I would very much like to burst with a needle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You used to be genuinely nice never lied.. Now u lie to over up your actions whatever happened to my baby is my priority? I was there the past 1 year I can very clearly see the differences in you now and in the past YES HAPPIER but LESS REAL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i should have just kept my mouth shut whenever my bf buys me things.. because it gets irritating always hearing OH MY BOYFRIEND IS BUYING ME THIS AND THAT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783323473351955355-8280098347875370910?l=ede-quate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ede-quate.blogspot.com/feeds/8280098347875370910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ede-quate.blogspot.com/2010/11/friends-forever-how-do-you-define-that.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783323473351955355/posts/default/8280098347875370910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783323473351955355/posts/default/8280098347875370910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ede-quate.blogspot.com/2010/11/friends-forever-how-do-you-define-that.html' title=''/><author><name>edelyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/TD5ZMWFr1KI/AAAAAAAABDQ/KECJ2nIoceU/S220/IMG_0557-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783323473351955355.post-2181195021996732764</id><published>2010-10-15T12:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T12:53:24.734-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>cozy? not so much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the temperature over here is dipping and its A-W-E-SOME! its usually around 24 degrees and the highest now would be hmm 29-30D?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel really different back in singapore and when Im up here. much more relaxed back home definitely. Here?? i face hypocritical pretentious people and yet I have to smile to them because they produce sales for us..... AHH the world of business where Dogs Eat Dogs... My temper is off the roof as well.. Can't stand being around people who only know how to spend other peoples money and bragging. I don't really get why there are such people in this world. I have such different opinions as my boyfriend to him all this is normal but to me this is inhuman.. or inhumane whatever.. I wish so badly brina was up here with me she would know how to handle these idiots ! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what the worse part is? I dont give a shit how bad you are as long as u dont cross my path but please don't teach my people bad as well! I mean come onnn if u want to fuck around and eat your own shit i don't give a fucking shit but can't u have the decency is leaving my ppl alone?? ROTTEN ASSHOLE! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope when bb comes back tomorrow all of them will get hell and fury from him!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783323473351955355-2181195021996732764?l=ede-quate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ede-quate.blogspot.com/feeds/2181195021996732764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ede-quate.blogspot.com/2010/10/cozy-not-so-much-well-temperature-over.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783323473351955355/posts/default/2181195021996732764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783323473351955355/posts/default/2181195021996732764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ede-quate.blogspot.com/2010/10/cozy-not-so-much-well-temperature-over.html' title=''/><author><name>edelyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/TD5ZMWFr1KI/AAAAAAAABDQ/KECJ2nIoceU/S220/IMG_0557-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783323473351955355.post-3646861306682247743</id><published>2010-10-06T10:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T10:36:25.975-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Flying off again on the 10th! Yongsien is joining me this trip up too.. gonna work with boyfriend !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok below are some pictures of the apartment which i found&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dedicated to u claire!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The view of the main door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/TKyvdsHNsgI/AAAAAAAABEo/Ms6eHBHah80/s1600/IMG_0721.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/TKyvdsHNsgI/AAAAAAAABEo/Ms6eHBHah80/s400/IMG_0721.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524983767469240834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;entering the house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/TKyvd2wU1iI/AAAAAAAABEw/3p3-r35EUec/s1600/IMG_0716.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/TKyvd2wU1iI/AAAAAAAABEw/3p3-r35EUec/s400/IMG_0716.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524983770326029858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dining table to the left&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/TKyveCelY6I/AAAAAAAABE4/pvm7tTvryC8/s1600/IMG_0717.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/TKyveCelY6I/AAAAAAAABE4/pvm7tTvryC8/s400/IMG_0717.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524983773472842658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living room Tivo andsofa on the right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/TKyveXwpxHI/AAAAAAAABFA/V6pL1EnqBE8/s1600/IMG_0719.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/TKyveXwpxHI/AAAAAAAABFA/V6pL1EnqBE8/s400/IMG_0719.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524983779185771634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/TKyvfQqiAtI/AAAAAAAABFI/LCCMSQn_oXc/s1600/IMG_0715.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/TKyvfQqiAtI/AAAAAAAABFI/LCCMSQn_oXc/s400/IMG_0715.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524983794460918482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boyfriend is AWESOME! stop spoiling me can! ... ok i take back the stop spoiling me part..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bf: " Im not worried because I know you can't find another boyfriend better than me"&lt;br /&gt;I like how my boyfriend has so much confidence in himself. A little arrogant thou! this is the thing about him i love so much. Im allowed to go out with whoever i want if it's a guy I just have to "ASK" him its almost actually like reporting strength!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok there are actually more pictures but blogger is being a bitch so GOODNIGHT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783323473351955355-3646861306682247743?l=ede-quate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ede-quate.blogspot.com/feeds/3646861306682247743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ede-quate.blogspot.com/2010/10/flying-off-again-on-10th-yongsien-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783323473351955355/posts/default/3646861306682247743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783323473351955355/posts/default/3646861306682247743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ede-quate.blogspot.com/2010/10/flying-off-again-on-10th-yongsien-is.html' title=''/><author><name>edelyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/TD5ZMWFr1KI/AAAAAAAABDQ/KECJ2nIoceU/S220/IMG_0557-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/TKyvdsHNsgI/AAAAAAAABEo/Ms6eHBHah80/s72-c/IMG_0721.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783323473351955355.post-3745880705388456577</id><published>2010-09-27T16:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T16:18:47.695-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay after reading my lastest 2 posts i realize i contradict but to clarify&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a love hate relationship with my bf... when he's wonderful he's wonderful but when he's being insensitive full of himself and not understanding i am not afraid to voice it out either but hey we can't all have the best of both worlds ey?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he's good i forget about what an ass he can be at times but when he's insensitive thats when i start picking on his flaws..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm such a bad girlfriend... fuck my boyfriend's life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So those who are thinking WTF is wrong with her one minute say he's damn good one minute he sucks she's such a fake .. well don't tell me u don't have days where u want to rip your boyfriend into pieces?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK im gonna go to the doctor now hands been itching the past few days lets hope its not hand foot mouth disease or something wrong with my blood =( -_-"!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783323473351955355-3745880705388456577?l=ede-quate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ede-quate.blogspot.com/feeds/3745880705388456577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ede-quate.blogspot.com/2010/09/okay-after-reading-my-lastest-2-posts-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783323473351955355/posts/default/3745880705388456577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783323473351955355/posts/default/3745880705388456577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ede-quate.blogspot.com/2010/09/okay-after-reading-my-lastest-2-posts-i.html' title=''/><author><name>edelyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/TD5ZMWFr1KI/AAAAAAAABDQ/KECJ2nIoceU/S220/IMG_0557-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783323473351955355.post-529597213349415485</id><published>2010-09-24T16:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T16:16:19.762-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So i've heard ... girls using boyfriend's money or boyfriend supporting them is a very degrading thing, like selling their body for cash but the only difference is its to one guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well... FUCK YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I first dated ze boyfriend he had some cash yes... but we went through penniless months after that to the extend of surviving on 1000k or less a month.. tell me if i was selling myself for cash would I stick with him through those months which turned into a year?? NO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am realistic not materialistic.... can we survive on love? NO! I found a guy i love who loves me back and yet taking up the responsibilities of supporting me even when he's not even my husband! Even though he doesn't agree with me not getting a job, he accepts it and doesn't like it when I suffer at work!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what nonsense is it when people say : " BUT HE'S NOT HER TYPE!" well fuck u the other guys i dated who were my type weren't man enough to handle me or taking the responsibilities!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't find a problem in my lifestyle except for the fact that i piled on a few pounds which instead made me alot healthier than when i was 48kg!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead on gossiping behind people's back why don't you take a good look at your lifestyle of your boyfriends? Still taking money from parents, using their subcard branded head to toe BUT WALLET NOT EVEN THEIR OWN FUCKING MONEY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am proud to say my boyfriend is fucking capable! tell me which guy at the age of 23 can buy a first hand BMW 3 series which his OWN MONEY??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes even if he sold it last year when times were bad at least now he don't even have a problem BUYING A FUCKING BMW 6 SERIES! FUCK U!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guy can not only shower me with love, he can give me a home, security, loyalty .. He can give me not only the wedding i dream of but the marriage lifestyle afterwards!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please turn take a good look at your boyfriend.. been with him for years?? brings u on holidays?? so god damn handsome?? PLEASE before u get so proud of them go make sure he's not initiating sex with some other girls!!!! FUCK U!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes so what If im not rich? so what if my boyfriend supports me and gives me money every month and supports my family sometimes too!! SO WHAT!?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't get it we're all girls but we're killing each other for the opposite sex.. turning against our own kind for dicks..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would never do that for my own kind unless they betray me.. Im not longer in the phase where backstabbing in a trend! Im happy with my life now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes go ahead tell everyone im fat now BOOHOO! like i give a shit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IM FUCKING 55KG AND IM LOVING IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now go suck your thumb and cry to your boyfriends thank u very much&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783323473351955355-529597213349415485?l=ede-quate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ede-quate.blogspot.com/feeds/529597213349415485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ede-quate.blogspot.com/2010/09/so-ive-heard.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783323473351955355/posts/default/529597213349415485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783323473351955355/posts/default/529597213349415485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ede-quate.blogspot.com/2010/09/so-ive-heard.html' title=''/><author><name>edelyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/TD5ZMWFr1KI/AAAAAAAABDQ/KECJ2nIoceU/S220/IMG_0557-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783323473351955355.post-6984191437511168160</id><published>2010-09-20T01:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T01:58:00.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>CLAIRE if u're reading this let jessilyn know that i cannot make it to the F1 job! im still stuck in china with my line cut off !!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im suffering from serious cramps in the womb right now! its as if im suffering from contractions about to give birth but only gushing blood -_-"! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is this one thing i have to live with... GUYS will never be sensitive or understanding to how much pain u have to suffer every month! Selfishly I secretly wish they suffer from balls spinning syndroms every month that way they will stop being so insensitive to a girl when they have their periods! Im not asking alot loh, just for days when im suffering from immense pain i can just whine, throw temper cry without guys asking me THEN WHAT U WANT ME TO DO! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When guys injure themselves they cringe like as if their balls are dropping off and when u act insensitive to them they fuck u up but do they know how it feels like to have cramps in your womb so bad that you can't sleep can't even and even cry when u're eating? NO! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no wonder god let women give birth because they have a higher threshold of pain !! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To find a guy who fills a tub of warm water for u to soak in or cuddle u ,constantly showing u affection when u're in pain is like finding a needle in a haysack pretty pointless and impossible! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when guys don't show u extra concern when u're in pain makes u wonder if one day when u get pregnant will u get indifferent treatment as well.. i think one day im going to give birth to a very sad baby cause the mommy is always going to suffer in silence so as not to affect daddy's work or whatsoever! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do u know what it takes to be a real man? not just bringing bread and bacon to the table but also attentive to their partners needs even if u don't know what they want or have to do just act all concern and understanding!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need sabrina now... so badly!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783323473351955355-6984191437511168160?l=ede-quate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ede-quate.blogspot.com/feeds/6984191437511168160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ede-quate.blogspot.com/2010/09/claire-if-ure-reading-this-let-jessilyn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783323473351955355/posts/default/6984191437511168160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783323473351955355/posts/default/6984191437511168160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ede-quate.blogspot.com/2010/09/claire-if-ure-reading-this-let-jessilyn.html' title=''/><author><name>edelyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/TD5ZMWFr1KI/AAAAAAAABDQ/KECJ2nIoceU/S220/IMG_0557-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783323473351955355.post-7164674244517894135</id><published>2010-09-08T04:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T04:54:53.625-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLO DARLINGS! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is going to be a very rare short update because I am still in Shenzhen and the government is too afraid of people sharing their thoughts and realizing how f-ed their goverment is they banned FB TWITTER and BLOG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had to go through Btunnel to blog this FML!..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i've been here for 3 weeks nao and finally we got an apartment ITS AWESOME! 2 living rooms, 1 balcony, 1 kitchen, 3 bedrooms and 2 toilets! awesome possum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously Mj and I gets the master bed room with attached toiletwith built in jacuzzi! Im living the life nao at half the price i spent in singapore! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MJ is becoming a china man soon!! says i spend too much cause he's earning in RMBS NAO NOT SINGAPORE DOLLARS! whatever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my understanding He got me a 0.33 carat diamong ring! its not huge but its ok comfortable not bad! but because we got this apartment my prada bag and salvatore ferragamo shoes have to wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually we went shopping for them tried on some jimmy choos and Christian Louboutins but they hurt my fucking feet! but the ferragamos are fucking comfortable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay digressing a little .. A fucking cheap slut who likes to go around seducing peoples boyfriend might be coming up here to work.. i hope her fucking plane crushes and only she dies of brain damage!!! I could only wish for the worst things to happen to her.. and i wont even give her face when i meet her. piece of shit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow i really miss my dad alot and sabrina and her baby!! i hate missing out on r'selcia's growing up process!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783323473351955355-7164674244517894135?l=ede-quate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ede-quate.blogspot.com/feeds/7164674244517894135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ede-quate.blogspot.com/2010/09/hello-darlings-this-is-going-to-be-very.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783323473351955355/posts/default/7164674244517894135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783323473351955355/posts/default/7164674244517894135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ede-quate.blogspot.com/2010/09/hello-darlings-this-is-going-to-be-very.html' title=''/><author><name>edelyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/TD5ZMWFr1KI/AAAAAAAABDQ/KECJ2nIoceU/S220/IMG_0557-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783323473351955355.post-1286576610896717575</id><published>2010-08-07T03:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T03:02:45.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Period</title><content type='html'>Everytime before my period arrives, my body start showing symptoms of pregnancy -_-" wtffml! ... I get nauseas, huge appetites, giddiness, and my cigarette taste like shit!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783323473351955355-1286576610896717575?l=ede-quate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ede-quate.blogspot.com/feeds/1286576610896717575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ede-quate.blogspot.com/2010/08/period.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783323473351955355/posts/default/1286576610896717575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783323473351955355/posts/default/1286576610896717575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ede-quate.blogspot.com/2010/08/period.html' title='Period'/><author><name>edelyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/TD5ZMWFr1KI/AAAAAAAABDQ/KECJ2nIoceU/S220/IMG_0557-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783323473351955355.post-7903381470836541837</id><published>2010-08-04T10:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T11:08:00.332-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Only words coming out of the one you love can affect you so bad so bad that it erases off all the happiness,peace,transquility over the past few days ... It's because of how much you give a shit about them that will subsequently ruin your mood for the next few days too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's seriously not easy to be apart from the one u love for so many months there is only long that you can keep telling yourself he's doing it for our future.. Presence is needed in a rs ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is just that amount of ppl I'm close to can talk to .... It may be very stressful for you to be in the battlefield but the one waiting for you back home is also restricted with the things she can do&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783323473351955355-7903381470836541837?l=ede-quate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ede-quate.blogspot.com/feeds/7903381470836541837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ede-quate.blogspot.com/2010/08/only-words-coming-out-of-one-you-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783323473351955355/posts/default/7903381470836541837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783323473351955355/posts/default/7903381470836541837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ede-quate.blogspot.com/2010/08/only-words-coming-out-of-one-you-love.html' title=''/><author><name>edelyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/TD5ZMWFr1KI/AAAAAAAABDQ/KECJ2nIoceU/S220/IMG_0557-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783323473351955355.post-4761530951547582516</id><published>2010-07-26T01:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T18:05:00.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Day5- My dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you noticed it's been 5 days since i wrote this... I've been struggling with this subject for a really long time, I kept watching all sorts of shows/movies for the past 5 days trying to get in touch with myself.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I typed a whole chunk but bottomline.. I have no dreams. FML!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783323473351955355-4761530951547582516?l=ede-quate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ede-quate.blogspot.com/feeds/4761530951547582516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ede-quate.blogspot.com/2010/07/day5-my-dreams.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783323473351955355/posts/default/4761530951547582516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783323473351955355/posts/default/4761530951547582516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ede-quate.blogspot.com/2010/07/day5-my-dreams.html' title=''/><author><name>edelyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/TD5ZMWFr1KI/AAAAAAAABDQ/KECJ2nIoceU/S220/IMG_0557-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783323473351955355.post-192490294483084116</id><published>2010-07-25T09:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T09:55:17.919-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 4- Your Sibling(s)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 years..... thats how big our age gap is. My brother had always been protective of me. Strict , maybe because daddy spoils me so much. I was always afraid of him. I remember him saying that he would break my legs if i ever smoke but now he comes and take mine when he's out. We've been closer this year , we even went out a few times together just the both of us. Didn't happen when we were young, he always locked me out of his room, always complaining that i'm soooo whiney!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think he's been trying to be my friend but it is just so weird , such different generations, such different beliefs . Even though his methods of teaching me is abit weird and off, i appreciate them..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i really do....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783323473351955355-192490294483084116?l=ede-quate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ede-quate.blogspot.com/feeds/192490294483084116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ede-quate.blogspot.com/2010/07/day-4-your-siblings-12-years.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783323473351955355/posts/default/192490294483084116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783323473351955355/posts/default/192490294483084116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ede-quate.blogspot.com/2010/07/day-4-your-siblings-12-years.html' title=''/><author><name>edelyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/TD5ZMWFr1KI/AAAAAAAABDQ/KECJ2nIoceU/S220/IMG_0557-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783323473351955355.post-5343994103924785614</id><published>2010-07-23T00:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T00:30:49.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Day3 - My Parents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole world knows, I'm a daddy's girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't live without daddy, 3 years ago when daddy had a heart attack one morning after sending me to work, I could feel my world crumbling down on the way to the hospital. I'm not even half this close with my mother. Whatever my dad says he is always right even when I know he's wrong. He is one person who makes a difference in my life, everyone around me could see that I'm his world too. He would cook only if I'm home, he would give me money to spend and have nothing left on him, he was always there. Even though he don't talk much , we had this connection, this bond so indescribable. I grew up knowing this is the kind of man I would want to marry in future. A man who makes me feel safe and protected, who would never bear to scold me even when I do something wrong, HECK I don't think i've done anything wrong when it comes to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY mother on the other hand,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always arguing with her, We both wouldn't give in to each other and I have to admit I'm bloody biased towards my dad and If she picks on my dad I would hate her for it. Growing up I never really had a good relationship with her, we just couldn't talk and if she's in the living room I would be in the room, wasn't even willing to start a conversation with her anymore because it always ends up with her complaining and nagging about how I'm never doing enough. Maybe her style of disciplining her kids just isn't the way I would get it. In recent years thou, we've a slight improvement I'm actually more willing to try and talk to her and not try to defy her every word anymore. I know my mum works very hard for the family , I've seen her cry but I just don't know why it never hurts me the way if it happened to daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the bottomline is that If I can choose who my family in the next life would be, I would love to be their daughter again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our family is not how a perfect family acts, may even considered broken to some but to me it's broken in just the right places, ITS PERFECT to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783323473351955355-5343994103924785614?l=ede-quate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ede-quate.blogspot.com/feeds/5343994103924785614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ede-quate.blogspot.com/2010/07/day3-my-parents.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783323473351955355/posts/default/5343994103924785614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783323473351955355/posts/default/5343994103924785614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ede-quate.blogspot.com/2010/07/day3-my-parents.html' title=''/><author><name>edelyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/TD5ZMWFr1KI/AAAAAAAABDQ/KECJ2nIoceU/S220/IMG_0557-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783323473351955355.post-6721975056637792831</id><published>2010-07-23T00:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T00:17:53.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Day 2- My crush.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crushes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay so technically a boyfriend isn't considered a crush........ &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;right??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a massive crush on WILBER PAN! sooooo cute, sooooo pretty, soooo smart, soooo creative, soooooo hot..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Im being really superficial, isn't that what crushes are suppose to be about?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH WAIT I also have a crush on cristiano ronaldo, david beckham, brad pitt, and of course JOHNNY DEPP! if only i was built like vanessa paradize !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783323473351955355-6721975056637792831?l=ede-quate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ede-quate.blogspot.com/feeds/6721975056637792831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ede-quate.blogspot.com/2010/07/day-2-my-crush.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783323473351955355/posts/default/6721975056637792831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783323473351955355/posts/default/6721975056637792831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ede-quate.blogspot.com/2010/07/day-2-my-crush.html' title=''/><author><name>edelyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/TD5ZMWFr1KI/AAAAAAAABDQ/KECJ2nIoceU/S220/IMG_0557-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783323473351955355.post-8752625607132450324</id><published>2010-07-20T07:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T07:47:48.944-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Day 1 - Your Best Friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a lucky woman for I have 2 best friends now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;stella&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im sure if u look through all my old blogs or old post you would know who she is, since secondary 1 till now. What can I say.... 2 words FOR LIFE! even though u're so busy with damien now, you know in our hearts we've never drifted apart. When we catch up it feels like we've just met each other the day before! Even though u're not around me as much now as I wish, just to let you know I'm just a phone call and taxi away. You can count on me to wipe your tears or cushion your fall ANYTIME!..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Sabrina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's the one you see in most of my recent post, the mother of my god daughter, my company every other day, my neighbor who is just half a stick of cigarette away. She makes me take care of my health, goes shopping with me, cooks tonic food for me, always there to listen to me nag, always giving me advices*though not always good* WTF. For a period of time we drifted apart but now we're closer than before!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;You see I'm not very good with words but I really am very thankful for the both of them. They show me that true friends do exist, Friends who don't make use of each other, friends who genuine give a shit about each other. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Thank you... so much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783323473351955355-8752625607132450324?l=ede-quate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ede-quate.blogspot.com/feeds/8752625607132450324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ede-quate.blogspot.com/2010/07/day-1-your-best-friend-i-am-lucky-woman.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783323473351955355/posts/default/8752625607132450324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783323473351955355/posts/default/8752625607132450324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ede-quate.blogspot.com/2010/07/day-1-your-best-friend-i-am-lucky-woman.html' title=''/><author><name>edelyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/TD5ZMWFr1KI/AAAAAAAABDQ/KECJ2nIoceU/S220/IMG_0557-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783323473351955355.post-6857571395632957796</id><published>2010-07-20T07:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T07:32:13.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All my technologies are failing on me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay daddy dearest just fixed our scv! max love I'm such a daddy's girl I run to him regardless of what goes wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that just leaves my Iphone and laptop in dire straits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 最好的我- Jaycee Chan &amp;amp; Serene koong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GZ4-Nk3yKho&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GZ4-Nk3yKho&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783323473351955355-6857571395632957796?l=ede-quate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ede-quate.blogspot.com/feeds/6857571395632957796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ede-quate.blogspot.com/2010/07/mvhq-jaycee-chan-serene-koong-zui-hao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783323473351955355/posts/default/6857571395632957796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783323473351955355/posts/default/6857571395632957796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ede-quate.blogspot.com/2010/07/mvhq-jaycee-chan-serene-koong-zui-hao.html' title=''/><author><name>edelyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/TD5ZMWFr1KI/AAAAAAAABDQ/KECJ2nIoceU/S220/IMG_0557-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783323473351955355.post-3718126072078022035</id><published>2010-07-20T05:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T07:33:23.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;30 days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so HB asked me to try this out! wtf i didn't know it was popular until I went blog hopping and found like 5 of my friends are doing this damn quiz! wonder who came up with it??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1 — Your Best Friend&lt;br /&gt;Day 2 — Your Crush&lt;br /&gt;Day 3 — Your parents&lt;br /&gt;Day 4 — Your sibling (or closest relative)&lt;br /&gt;Day 5 — Your dreams&lt;br /&gt;Day 6 — A stranger&lt;br /&gt;Day 7 — Your Ex-boyfriend/girlfriend/love/crush&lt;br /&gt;Day 8 — Your favorite internet friend&lt;br /&gt;Day 9 — Someone you wish you could meet&lt;br /&gt;Day 10 — Someone you don’t talk to as much as you’d like to&lt;br /&gt;Day 11 — A Deceased person you wish you could talk to&lt;br /&gt;Day 12 — The person you hate most/caused you a lot of pain&lt;br /&gt;Day 13 — Someone you wish could forgive you&lt;br /&gt;Day 14 — Someone you’ve drifted away from&lt;br /&gt;Day 15 — The person you miss the most&lt;br /&gt;Day 16 — Someone that’s not in your state/country&lt;br /&gt;Day 17 — Someone from your childhood&lt;br /&gt;Day 18 — The person that you wish you could be&lt;br /&gt;Day 19 — Someone that pesters your mind—good or bad&lt;br /&gt;Day 20 — The one that broke your heart the hardest&lt;br /&gt;Day 21 — Someone you judged by their first impression&lt;br /&gt;Day 22 — Someone you want to give a second chance to&lt;br /&gt;Day 23 — The last person you kissed&lt;br /&gt;Day 24 — The person that gave you your favorite memory&lt;br /&gt;Day 25 — The person you know that is going through the worst of times&lt;br /&gt;Day 26 — The last person you made a pinky promise to&lt;br /&gt;Day 27 — The friendliest person you knew for only one day&lt;br /&gt;Day 28 — Someone that changed your life&lt;br /&gt;Day 29 — The person that you want tell everything to, but too afraid to&lt;br /&gt;Day 30 — Your reflection in the mirror&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783323473351955355-3718126072078022035?l=ede-quate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ede-quate.blogspot.com/feeds/3718126072078022035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ede-quate.blogspot.com/2010/07/30-days-okay-so-hb-asked-me-to-try-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783323473351955355/posts/default/3718126072078022035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783323473351955355/posts/default/3718126072078022035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ede-quate.blogspot.com/2010/07/30-days-okay-so-hb-asked-me-to-try-this.html' title=''/><author><name>edelyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/TD5ZMWFr1KI/AAAAAAAABDQ/KECJ2nIoceU/S220/IMG_0557-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783323473351955355.post-5479390560499872314</id><published>2010-07-14T17:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T18:06:37.944-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I CAN HAZ NEW HAIR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before Unruly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/TD5dvMdL5DI/AAAAAAAABEY/Ns0ZjHwI2TM/s1600/PICT0205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/TD5dvMdL5DI/AAAAAAAABEY/Ns0ZjHwI2TM/s400/PICT0205.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493931660817458226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AFTER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/TD5ZswlK7DI/AAAAAAAABDw/-OLgolFIRV8/s1600/IMG_0557-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/TD5ZswlK7DI/AAAAAAAABDw/-OLgolFIRV8/s400/IMG_0557-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493927220928506930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worth every 78 dollars I paid for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calvin has such a magical touch , every single haircut he had done for me was FUCKING AMAZING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the hairstyle he had ever cut for me.&lt;br /&gt;not gonna share which salon thou I don't want all of you to find him later he got no time for me HOW? and now while cutting mine he had to run around settling others NO TIME!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/TD5cGx8_8YI/AAAAAAAABEI/hRKonzNuY3s/s1600/CIMG1681.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/TD5cGx8_8YI/AAAAAAAABEI/hRKonzNuY3s/s400/CIMG1681.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493929866996740482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/TD5cGPGxfFI/AAAAAAAABD4/clM1z9fh5mQ/s1600/Photo0149y.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/TD5cGPGxfFI/AAAAAAAABD4/clM1z9fh5mQ/s400/Photo0149y.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493929857642495058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/TD5cHahFjKI/AAAAAAAABEQ/O00mznl3_Ak/s1600/PICT0303he-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/TD5cHahFjKI/AAAAAAAABEQ/O00mznl3_Ak/s400/PICT0303he-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493929877885521058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/TD5cGXU8bnI/AAAAAAAABEA/yRo2WXUIuM8/s1600/SP_A2723-1fd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/TD5cGXU8bnI/AAAAAAAABEA/yRo2WXUIuM8/s400/SP_A2723-1fd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493929859849416306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always wait till my hair grows all long and unruly before I run to him that was he can make bigger changes to them then just a normal trim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also suggested I dye my hair Jet black because it suits me best..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sighhhh I LOVE HIM MAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cannot stop staring at myself in the mirror *self obsessed*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783323473351955355-5479390560499872314?l=ede-quate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ede-quate.blogspot.com/feeds/5479390560499872314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ede-quate.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-can-haz-new-hair-before-unruly-after.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783323473351955355/posts/default/5479390560499872314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783323473351955355/posts/default/5479390560499872314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ede-quate.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-can-haz-new-hair-before-unruly-after.html' title=''/><author><name>edelyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/TD5ZMWFr1KI/AAAAAAAABDQ/KECJ2nIoceU/S220/IMG_0557-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/TD5dvMdL5DI/AAAAAAAABEY/Ns0ZjHwI2TM/s72-c/PICT0205.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783323473351955355.post-1387543989423033694</id><published>2010-06-23T09:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T09:38:44.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>R'selcia 乐轩 First Birthday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The birthday girl, my darling goddaughter. From 1st month to the 1st year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/TCIyD3PyGiI/AAAAAAAABAY/sc_dGrVmvdw/s1600/PICT0187-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 363px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/TCIyD3PyGiI/AAAAAAAABAY/sc_dGrVmvdw/s400/PICT0187-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486002338041829922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Some pictures of her growing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd/3rd month&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/TCIzsYmt0AI/AAAAAAAABAg/0zlGrkaBuvw/s1600/Picture+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/TCIzsYmt0AI/AAAAAAAABAg/0zlGrkaBuvw/s400/Picture+017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486004133702782978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/TCIzs_inM5I/AAAAAAAABAo/38LJb3rfttc/s1600/IMG_0092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/TCIzs_inM5I/AAAAAAAABAo/38LJb3rfttc/s400/IMG_0092.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486004144154555282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/TCIztCCgp0I/AAAAAAAABAw/zi796dzIkhM/s1600/IMG_0066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/TCIztCCgp0I/AAAAAAAABAw/zi796dzIkhM/s400/IMG_0066.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486004144825214786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/TCIztgRepoI/AAAAAAAABA4/D437IbxrbTg/s1600/IMG_0199.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/TCIztgRepoI/AAAAAAAABA4/D437IbxrbTg/s400/IMG_0199.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486004152941061762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;definitely jeffrey's daughter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/TCI1ltTrbaI/AAAAAAAABBA/SZhM8eDd5-Y/s1600/IMG_0022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/TCI1ltTrbaI/AAAAAAAABBA/SZhM8eDd5-Y/s400/IMG_0022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486006218024250786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This baby girl's temper is so bad even her bad tempered mummy gives in to her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;轩轩 and mummy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/TCI1m6dXNII/AAAAAAAABBQ/G3DHO4sQ9E8/s1600/PICT0169.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/TCI1m6dXNII/AAAAAAAABBQ/G3DHO4sQ9E8/s400/PICT0169.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486006238734398594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/TCI1oOJQglI/AAAAAAAABBg/Q7KUIJ_jNMI/s1600/PICT0170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/TCI1oOJQglI/AAAAAAAABBg/Q7KUIJ_jNMI/s400/PICT0170.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486006261198651986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/TCI1nOCEayI/AAAAAAAABBY/l-CYTUIfLlo/s1600/PICT0256.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/TCI1nOCEayI/AAAAAAAABBY/l-CYTUIfLlo/s400/PICT0256.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486006243988630306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/TCI1mA1CtYI/AAAAAAAABBI/V7Jme2BG0TQ/s1600/PICT0152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/TCI1mA1CtYI/AAAAAAAABBI/V7Jme2BG0TQ/s400/PICT0152.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486006223264462210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Godma and Mummy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many has commented we look like sisters! and I mean MANY! heck one cleaning aunty thought we were twins . WTF how is it even possible she's like a bamboo stick and Im like the panda that eats it -_-" fmlmax&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/TCI2qf0E73I/AAAAAAAABBo/vJnLsl9spJA/s1600/PICT0205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/TCI2qf0E73I/AAAAAAAABBo/vJnLsl9spJA/s400/PICT0205.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486007399813017458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://queen-of-no-marriage.blogspot.com"&gt;Jeanne&lt;/a&gt; and 轩轩&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/TCI2rhad94I/AAAAAAAABCA/ElSQBHSzbm4/s1600/PICT0210.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/TCI2rhad94I/AAAAAAAABCA/ElSQBHSzbm4/s400/PICT0210.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486007417422346114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zhenyao and yvonne!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/TCI2rx-CxmI/AAAAAAAABCI/hqzGXbqaNrc/s1600/PICT0232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/TCI2rx-CxmI/AAAAAAAABCI/hqzGXbqaNrc/s400/PICT0232.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486007421866526306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/TCI2rIzhJDI/AAAAAAAABB4/EU1Cy6qVXAY/s1600/PICT0260.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/TCI2rIzhJDI/AAAAAAAABB4/EU1Cy6qVXAY/s400/PICT0260.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486007410816525362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/TCI2qrcGFTI/AAAAAAAABBw/DhxmXS7eoa8/s1600/PICT0259.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/TCI2qrcGFTI/AAAAAAAABBw/DhxmXS7eoa8/s400/PICT0259.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486007402933654834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Its been amazing , watching her grow up. Even though she isn't my kid I practically treat her like my own. Hurts me when she falls, change diapers when she's wet, dress her up, put her to sleep, I enjoyed every single process of it. Makes me want to become a mother NOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spending this one whole year with sabrina and her family, really taught me alot. No drama, no catfight just simple daily family life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definitely ready to be a mother. Boyfriend will be so glad to hear that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783323473351955355-1387543989423033694?l=ede-quate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ede-quate.blogspot.com/feeds/1387543989423033694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ede-quate.blogspot.com/2010/06/rselcia-first-birthday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783323473351955355/posts/default/1387543989423033694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783323473351955355/posts/default/1387543989423033694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ede-quate.blogspot.com/2010/06/rselcia-first-birthday.html' title='R&apos;selcia 乐轩 First Birthday.'/><author><name>edelyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/TD5ZMWFr1KI/AAAAAAAABDQ/KECJ2nIoceU/S220/IMG_0557-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/TCIyD3PyGiI/AAAAAAAABAY/sc_dGrVmvdw/s72-c/PICT0187-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783323473351955355.post-5831182129286714215</id><published>2010-06-14T10:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T10:25:25.108-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Escorts</title><content type='html'>Firstly Nothing against SOME of them....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have friends who've been through that road. Some with reasons. Some walked out from it faced it really go ahead fall in love and not bring their partner diseases or at least inform them of your past or take precaution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a human don't be so selfish to go around spreading your filthy diseases ! don't you know HIV is on the rise? WHY SO SELFISH? why can't you just use protection or get yourselves checked? Why can't you just face up to the problem and not run away or go around *cheating* other peoples feelings? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you are not sure/ or sure you have some weird disease, you go ahead meet guys fall in love, fuck them and oh wait U DIDN'T TELL THEM ABOUT YOUR PAST! break up and one day the guy met some other girl fell in love wants to marry her only to realize he had gotten diseases FROM YOU?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SELFISH CHEEBYES! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before any of you go around bitching about me . I WOULD DARE TO SAY I'VE GONE FOR many tests to make sure i'm clean and the most recent one is only months ago BECAUSE I CARE ABOUT MY BOYFRIEND. I have gotten myself checked before we got together but hey, there is a window period! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I care because I love the people around me , I care because I love myself, I care because I refuse to let idiots like you go around spreading diseases to POOR INNOCENT PEOPLE! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE USE A FUCKING CONDOM UNLESS U'RE SURE U'RE GONNA MARRY THAT GUY . AND IF YES YOU'RE GONNA MARRY THAT GUY, YOU WOULD HAVE GOTTEN YOURSELF CHECKED NO? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these are the kind of people i detest the most!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the reason why I don't have much friends not because I'm not sociable but I don't like keeping friends who bring me nothing but trouble and stress. I don't like having superficial friends where I have to say things that please and not because its the truth! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW OLD ALREADY? MONOGAMY PEOPLE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783323473351955355-5831182129286714215?l=ede-quate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ede-quate.blogspot.com/feeds/5831182129286714215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ede-quate.blogspot.com/2010/06/escorts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783323473351955355/posts/default/5831182129286714215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783323473351955355/posts/default/5831182129286714215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ede-quate.blogspot.com/2010/06/escorts.html' title='Escorts'/><author><name>edelyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/TD5ZMWFr1KI/AAAAAAAABDQ/KECJ2nIoceU/S220/IMG_0557-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783323473351955355.post-7480323910501888827</id><published>2010-06-13T01:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T01:36:05.839-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yes I know... My blog's dead... So is my brain....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just got back from Shenzhen/Hongkong awhile ago, Its was my 4th time there and IM not sick of that place yet! Its almost cheap shopping paradise! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this time round I tried the luxury spa, went to the clubs there and visited a nightclub! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met 2 influential people that boyfriend said I would only have a 0.1% chance of meeting BUT.. In that 10 days I was there I met both! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really hope boyfriend would be deciding to stay there for a short while, get an apartment and all so that I could stay up there with him! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No pictures Im too lazy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783323473351955355-7480323910501888827?l=ede-quate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ede-quate.blogspot.com/feeds/7480323910501888827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ede-quate.blogspot.com/2010/06/yes-i-know.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783323473351955355/posts/default/7480323910501888827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783323473351955355/posts/default/7480323910501888827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ede-quate.blogspot.com/2010/06/yes-i-know.html' title=''/><author><name>edelyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/TD5ZMWFr1KI/AAAAAAAABDQ/KECJ2nIoceU/S220/IMG_0557-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783323473351955355.post-4526813291233166249</id><published>2010-05-16T19:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T19:53:54.534-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Overdrive</title><content type='html'>Hello darlings ! Its been 12 hours since I woke up, usually by this time I would be dead asleep !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Messed around with my SLR awhile ago , I hate self timer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heres one not so bad looking picture of me, Had to crop my cupboard and photoshop my bedsheets away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alot of people have been telling me that im pretty photogenic..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats such an insult cause I know I look better on cameras compared to reality! FML MAX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/S_CvDTcU2_I/AAAAAAAABAQ/QOvBUFMnxBo/s1600/PICT015145-133.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 273px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/S_CvDTcU2_I/AAAAAAAABAQ/QOvBUFMnxBo/s400/PICT015145-133.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472066018548702194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay sabrina is finally up! gonna head over to her place and head out in awhile! SHOPPING!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783323473351955355-4526813291233166249?l=ede-quate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ede-quate.blogspot.com/feeds/4526813291233166249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ede-quate.blogspot.com/2010/05/overdrive.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783323473351955355/posts/default/4526813291233166249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783323473351955355/posts/default/4526813291233166249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ede-quate.blogspot.com/2010/05/overdrive.html' title='Overdrive'/><author><name>edelyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/TD5ZMWFr1KI/AAAAAAAABDQ/KECJ2nIoceU/S220/IMG_0557-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/S_CvDTcU2_I/AAAAAAAABAQ/QOvBUFMnxBo/s72-c/PICT015145-133.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783323473351955355.post-1673052340722399991</id><published>2010-05-16T09:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T09:48:38.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello so its pretty much confirmed that i'll be flying up to shenzhen and meet up with the bf there next week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY ARE THE TICKETS SO EXPENSIVE?!?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone knows which travel agency is cheaper?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783323473351955355-1673052340722399991?l=ede-quate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ede-quate.blogspot.com/feeds/1673052340722399991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ede-quate.blogspot.com/2010/05/hello-so-its-pretty-much-confirmed-that.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783323473351955355/posts/default/1673052340722399991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783323473351955355/posts/default/1673052340722399991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ede-quate.blogspot.com/2010/05/hello-so-its-pretty-much-confirmed-that.html' title=''/><author><name>edelyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/TD5ZMWFr1KI/AAAAAAAABDQ/KECJ2nIoceU/S220/IMG_0557-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783323473351955355.post-2303118212229268225</id><published>2010-05-04T23:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T23:44:06.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To Infinity And Beyond</title><content type='html'>Me: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;okay... alright... Maybe my title is not totally appropriate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me2myself: YOU THINK???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just spent my wednesday cleaning up the BF's Room changing his god forsaken bedsheets, magic clean-ed his room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Boyfriend is one walking contradiction sometimes and it annoys him .... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: So we're driving up to KL again this weekend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eviltwin: oh gawd nooooooo are you serious? why WHY would you want me to suffer WHY DO YOU HATE ME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Confused"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eviltwin: THE CAR ITS SOOOOO uncomfortable! soooo not stable! ITS NOT THE BMW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: ITS STILL A FREAKING CAR! and it gets one from one point to another! quit whining or i'd throw you to melt in the scorching sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eviltwin: But but butt its trueeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: *tosses Eviltwin out of the shade into the burning sunlight*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eviltwin: NoooOoOoOooO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: DIE BITCH DIE..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesnt it show you how bored I am? The sun is melting what is left of my pea brain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kkthxbye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783323473351955355-2303118212229268225?l=ede-quate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ede-quate.blogspot.com/feeds/2303118212229268225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ede-quate.blogspot.com/2010/05/to-infinity-and-beyond.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783323473351955355/posts/default/2303118212229268225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783323473351955355/posts/default/2303118212229268225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ede-quate.blogspot.com/2010/05/to-infinity-and-beyond.html' title='To Infinity And Beyond'/><author><name>edelyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/TD5ZMWFr1KI/AAAAAAAABDQ/KECJ2nIoceU/S220/IMG_0557-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783323473351955355.post-1318368362742362719</id><published>2010-04-12T08:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T09:59:46.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Totally inspired by&lt;a href="http://www.claireching.blogspot.com/"&gt; claire&lt;/a&gt; to blog about things I love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;I love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1.Brown Paper Bag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;sometimes I suspect claire and I are sisters separated at young age.&lt;br /&gt;I love the feeling or receiving food or drinks packed in these brown paper bags, the crisp sound of it and how it actually saves the planet one way or another!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/S8NDZw-SW2I/AAAAAAAAA-Y/ujT8KhwYliE/s1600/lunch1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 262px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/S8NDZw-SW2I/AAAAAAAAA-Y/ujT8KhwYliE/s400/lunch1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459281283225115490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Big Houses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially those in suburb areas, the kinds with houses side by side with a huge lawn, unlike those in singapore gated!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/S8NE_oKbMCI/AAAAAAAAA-g/ryHkX6nhYrg/s1600/mail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/S8NE_oKbMCI/AAAAAAAAA-g/ryHkX6nhYrg/s400/mail.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459283033206763554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;3. Snow&lt;br /&gt;I don't see how it's possible for anyone to not like snow? Its so beautiful, so natural and Ohhh soooo white&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/S8NGXA1CIzI/AAAAAAAAA-w/yqE0aliTuEE/s1600/2175588121_473db230ba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/S8NGXA1CIzI/AAAAAAAAA-w/yqE0aliTuEE/s400/2175588121_473db230ba.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459284534476546866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/S8NFpGZ4mvI/AAAAAAAAA-o/qcRvhi1kF10/s1600/3319204965_d36c4e2f40.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/S8NFpGZ4mvI/AAAAAAAAA-o/qcRvhi1kF10/s400/3319204965_d36c4e2f40.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459283745699306226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. sleeping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to sleep at least 12 hours a day, sleeping is the only time I feel at peace, leaving everything behind and enjoy my slumber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/S8NHAphlmFI/AAAAAAAAA_A/VwWzyiTQNbs/s1600/sleepig.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 324px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/S8NHAphlmFI/AAAAAAAAA_A/VwWzyiTQNbs/s400/sleepig.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459285249775474770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. Family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After going through all the rebellious phase, I start to love my family more and see things through their point of view. I can't stand being away from home too long, daddy and mummy are no longer young kills me sometimes when I realize how old they look. Shifting to a small house has indeed made my family alot closer and I thank who evers up there for blessing me with such great parents and brother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/S8NJVSPrurI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/Uu_x04ktdb0/s1600/P1270603.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/S8NJVSPrurI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/Uu_x04ktdb0/s400/P1270603.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459287803326872242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/S8NJU-YfE8I/AAAAAAAAA_I/iVdIH_VZMCg/s1600/CIMG2244.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/S8NJU-YfE8I/AAAAAAAAA_I/iVdIH_VZMCg/s400/CIMG2244.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459287797995082690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. Friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the people who have been there in the important stages of life, whether or not they left or stayed behind I am truly grateful for every lesson they have taught me in life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/S8NMjxnh0rI/AAAAAAAAA_g/LN6IH7SBZIA/s1600/PICT0300.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/S8NMjxnh0rI/AAAAAAAAA_g/LN6IH7SBZIA/s400/PICT0300.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459291350801437362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/S8NMjWqiGZI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/ice3o2OuV5I/s1600/P3120020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/S8NMjWqiGZI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/ice3o2OuV5I/s400/P3120020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459291343566281106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/S8NNkNwpnJI/AAAAAAAAA_w/zWfZi6kcvIo/s1600/CIMG2254.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/S8NNkNwpnJI/AAAAAAAAA_w/zWfZi6kcvIo/s400/CIMG2254.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459292457867517074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/S8NNjRPcAXI/AAAAAAAAA_o/EhCbZHJqbh4/s1600/CIMG2255.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/S8NNjRPcAXI/AAAAAAAAA_o/EhCbZHJqbh4/s400/CIMG2255.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459292441622086002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. Ja3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These girls are my love. we're like sex in the city in the real world! Except not as pretty and rich. FOL! 4 different girls with 4 different characters and path in lives but somehow can't do without one another. Even though we hardly hang out as much any more, you know they will be where home is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/S8NN4DTUznI/AAAAAAAAA_4/hAyH0APr_iA/s1600/n732360383_2598665_6862.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/S8NN4DTUznI/AAAAAAAAA_4/hAyH0APr_iA/s400/n732360383_2598665_6862.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459292798657547890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8. The Boyfriend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have so much to say about you, both good and bad. But obviously I choose to focus on the good stuffs. We have never been apart in the time we have been together unless when he had to go for business trips and I couldn't tag along, otherwise he brings me everywhere he goes. He loves me. how much? Try loving someone opposite of you, someone totally different. Its always easier to love somebody similar but he loves me more than he loves himself. All the things he has done for me can no longer be put into words but seen by everyone around us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have wrote a post about us because there isn't an end to this story. He's not exactly prince charming but he has more than the prince charming I always dream of...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/S8NOfpn1poI/AAAAAAAABAA/CeKgPKYbJ6o/s1600/10052009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/S8NOfpn1poI/AAAAAAAABAA/CeKgPKYbJ6o/s400/10052009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459293478959031938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before you go all awww, owwww and ahhhh on me! we do quarrel too! so bad somethings we feel like killing ourselves , pack our stuffs and go, bang things throw things, faint and whats not. There are times we feel so tired we question ourselves if this is the right one and whether or not we want to continue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We always choose to not let go NOT because we're afraid of losing the time wasted on this relationship but because we see a future in one another and if we try and work hard we will see the results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't easy but we made it 469 days and counting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Now i know what love really is. &lt;/span&gt;Family, friends, love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783323473351955355-1318368362742362719?l=ede-quate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ede-quate.blogspot.com/feeds/1318368362742362719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ede-quate.blogspot.com/2010/04/totally-inspired-by-claire-to-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783323473351955355/posts/default/1318368362742362719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783323473351955355/posts/default/1318368362742362719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ede-quate.blogspot.com/2010/04/totally-inspired-by-claire-to-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>edelyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/TD5ZMWFr1KI/AAAAAAAABDQ/KECJ2nIoceU/S220/IMG_0557-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/S8NDZw-SW2I/AAAAAAAAA-Y/ujT8KhwYliE/s72-c/lunch1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783323473351955355.post-394042516129184066</id><published>2010-03-08T19:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T19:47:27.638-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>3 more days to my 22nd birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;old&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783323473351955355-394042516129184066?l=ede-quate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ede-quate.blogspot.com/feeds/394042516129184066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ede-quate.blogspot.com/2010/03/3-more-days-to-my-22nd-birthday-old.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783323473351955355/posts/default/394042516129184066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783323473351955355/posts/default/394042516129184066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ede-quate.blogspot.com/2010/03/3-more-days-to-my-22nd-birthday-old.html' title=''/><author><name>edelyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/TD5ZMWFr1KI/AAAAAAAABDQ/KECJ2nIoceU/S220/IMG_0557-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783323473351955355.post-2495050836488356786</id><published>2010-03-03T21:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T21:30:48.538-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/S49ElixsiXI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/6sPwCALBjxc/s1600-h/CIMG2998.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 500px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/S49ElixsiXI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/6sPwCALBjxc/s400/CIMG2998.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444645886295312754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just close your eyes, each loving day and know this feeling won't go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783323473351955355-2495050836488356786?l=ede-quate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ede-quate.blogspot.com/feeds/2495050836488356786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ede-quate.blogspot.com/2010/03/just-close-your-eyes-each-loving-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783323473351955355/posts/default/2495050836488356786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783323473351955355/posts/default/2495050836488356786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ede-quate.blogspot.com/2010/03/just-close-your-eyes-each-loving-day.html' title=''/><author><name>edelyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/TD5ZMWFr1KI/AAAAAAAABDQ/KECJ2nIoceU/S220/IMG_0557-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/S49ElixsiXI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/6sPwCALBjxc/s72-c/CIMG2998.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783323473351955355.post-6651273748670443411</id><published>2010-03-03T20:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T20:32:22.207-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zhng My Face!</title><content type='html'>Plastic Surgery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is it with girls who refuse to admit they had their faces, bodies done?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who are you actually deceiving? The guys whom you're afraid won't love you because you're fake? The girls calling you names? Or youself? If you don't love yourself no one will! If that guy leaves you because of that or botched surgery he ain't worth your love, If you friends calls you name get new ones! people are gonna keep talking about you behind your back unless you come out and admit ! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't born pretty , Make up helped somehow But I would love to get my nose and eyes done! And I would be so proud after that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK FLAT NOSES and SWOLLEN ASIAN EYES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the boyfriend agreed to let me get my nose/ eyes done !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of course Im not gonna run to thailand and let them ruin my face! I wouldn't mind paying more for Dr Martin Huang or Dr Woffles Wu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't come and tell me how thai transvestite are oh so hot and pretty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have seen friends who got their surgery done in Thailand and it ain't pretty! It's too much! I mean come on do not go overboard ! Too much silicone up your nose until the skin tone between your nose and face is uneven?? WHO ARE YOU TRYING TO KID?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to improve my looks not make myself look like a whole different person and to make it worse UGLIER THAN BEFORE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bottom line appropriate amount of surgery is fine but going over board its just .... trying too hard!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783323473351955355-6651273748670443411?l=ede-quate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ede-quate.blogspot.com/feeds/6651273748670443411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ede-quate.blogspot.com/2010/03/zhng-my-face.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783323473351955355/posts/default/6651273748670443411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783323473351955355/posts/default/6651273748670443411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ede-quate.blogspot.com/2010/03/zhng-my-face.html' title='Zhng My Face!'/><author><name>edelyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/TD5ZMWFr1KI/AAAAAAAABDQ/KECJ2nIoceU/S220/IMG_0557-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783323473351955355.post-7476397357412706828</id><published>2010-03-02T05:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T05:40:33.502-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Call me noob;</title><content type='html'>Sunset Grill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gave up finding it after 40 minutes the first time round, Finding it in less than 5 minutes the second time round. vast improvement!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reviews for this place varies, from delicious to incredibly horrendous !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ambiance: 2.5 hates the flies, love the location oh how windy it was!&lt;br /&gt;Food: 2 Overrated Buffalo Wings, they earn money from customers who keeps coming back for the challenge instead of the taste of the food!&lt;br /&gt;Price: 2.5 can be rather steep especially when the food doesn't taste that great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall: Won't be going back there again anytime soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half a dozen of Level 3&lt;br /&gt;Tasted too much of lemon or lime instead of chilli , Totally ruins the taste !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/S40S2KTNTJI/AAAAAAAAA94/bHusMrDlfwE/s1600-h/PICT0271.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/S40S2KTNTJI/AAAAAAAAA94/bHusMrDlfwE/s400/PICT0271.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444028246247951506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/S40S2lnzzUI/AAAAAAAAA-A/6td8LsPyaEU/s1600-h/PICT0283.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/S40S2lnzzUI/AAAAAAAAA-A/6td8LsPyaEU/s400/PICT0283.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444028253582118210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fatty Ho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/S40U2CNQQjI/AAAAAAAAA-I/4OeokPKfhy0/s1600-h/PICT0296.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/S40U2CNQQjI/AAAAAAAAA-I/4OeokPKfhy0/s400/PICT0296.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444030443098751538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;March&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 birthday this month including mine, Cannot believed that I'm actually turning 22. Not in the mood for emotional speech yet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s happy 14th month-sary fatty ho!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783323473351955355-7476397357412706828?l=ede-quate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ede-quate.blogspot.com/feeds/7476397357412706828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ede-quate.blogspot.com/2010/03/call-me-noob.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783323473351955355/posts/default/7476397357412706828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783323473351955355/posts/default/7476397357412706828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ede-quate.blogspot.com/2010/03/call-me-noob.html' title='Call me noob;'/><author><name>edelyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/TD5ZMWFr1KI/AAAAAAAABDQ/KECJ2nIoceU/S220/IMG_0557-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/S40S2KTNTJI/AAAAAAAAA94/bHusMrDlfwE/s72-c/PICT0271.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783323473351955355.post-8103112095155540096</id><published>2010-02-24T04:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T01:44:37.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beating Heart;</title><content type='html'>First, I've gotten my Antique SLR back from ICU, I thought It suffered from Liver cancer and had to do a transplant ALAS a compatible match and it's finally back into my arms . wtf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy may not be able to afford giving me the best anymore, but whatever he gives to me is priceless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How was your Valentine's day and Chinese New year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mine wasn't too bad even though we visited alot lesser this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent the other days gambling and losing money FML!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And usual days with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/S4UcRgGVXQI/AAAAAAAAA9k/4y39RlFOmIs/s1600-h/PICT0178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/S4UcRgGVXQI/AAAAAAAAA9k/4y39RlFOmIs/s400/PICT0178.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441786811746966786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*insert no life jokes here*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/S4UcSccL20I/AAAAAAAAA9s/ayDDZakCz5o/s1600-h/PICT0143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/S4UcSccL20I/AAAAAAAAA9s/ayDDZakCz5o/s400/PICT0143.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441786827944745794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay only 2 pictures because I am too lazy to haul the big ass camera around and never really a fan of taking pictures of every single details!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2ndly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boyfriend and I have been arguing more this year and we both hope its a passing phase. He's been an amazing boyfriend way much better than the usual loseurs I've dated. BUT we know in a relationship as time goes by we expect more and more from one another and thus nitpicking on little stuffs and even thou we have changed IT never feels good enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But im pretty determined to work things out with Mr Ho!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK SHOW's Loading on Funshion gonna end here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783323473351955355-8103112095155540096?l=ede-quate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ede-quate.blogspot.com/feeds/8103112095155540096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ede-quate.blogspot.com/2010/02/beating-heart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783323473351955355/posts/default/8103112095155540096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783323473351955355/posts/default/8103112095155540096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ede-quate.blogspot.com/2010/02/beating-heart.html' title='Beating Heart;'/><author><name>edelyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/TD5ZMWFr1KI/AAAAAAAABDQ/KECJ2nIoceU/S220/IMG_0557-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/S4UcRgGVXQI/AAAAAAAAA9k/4y39RlFOmIs/s72-c/PICT0178.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783323473351955355.post-4579126658846418682</id><published>2010-02-22T06:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T07:28:37.215-08:00</updated><title type='text'>indefinite</title><content type='html'>It doesn't matter how much you love each other, Its whats we're doing that stopping the love from flowing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This isn't sensitivity or illogical Its what my heart is saying. My heart has never stopped the love, it just prevented it from growing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If one person tells me from your point of view and I understand without arguing I can say its coincidence. If More than ONE has spoken from your point of view to make me understand without me flaring up, saying sarcasm remarks or even words out to kill , then I will just take it as you're saying it the wrong way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY ARE GUYS LIKE THIS. WHY MUST THEY GIVE EACH OTHER STUPID NONCONSTRUCTIVE IDEAS TO SAVE THEIR FACE? DON'T THEY KNOW JUST TO SAVE THEIR FACE THEY CAUSE COUPLES TO BREAK UP? THEY'RE GUYS FOR GOODNESS SAKE ASK A GIRL ASK YOUR GF'S FRIENDS ! READ MORE NOVELS AND YOU WILL LEARN GOD GIVE US SENSITIVITY AND TEARS FOR A REASON. THATS WHY WE'RE GIVING BIRTH NOT THEM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet you behind you their balls belongs to the gf!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the best boyfriend in the world, is suppose to be one who gives endlessly who never ever ever flares up and trusting the gf who loves them to understand and not ask for the world. One who understands what time of the month means, one who not only provides food shelter but also warmth and love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want a person who only buys the ice and transport it to the eskimo and say ok here i buy for you already byebye. the eskimo feels alone too at the arctic! they want someone who doesn't count spending time as being in the same igloo together but not communicating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try giving a plant water and a natural weather but not talking to it, nurturing it that plant will still die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not that you're not doing it good enough, you're just trying too hard to do it the wrong way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why guys like this one ah? why can't they do it right once they never have to do it again? why something so simple they must complicate it? why must everything be have a reason and logic? women is not made up of logic and reasons. we are made of tears, blood, love, warmth, emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Branded bags and high fly life doesn't make a women stay faithful and true. What makes they stay is the fact you understand them , you're sensitive to their feelings and you always know when and what to do at the right time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783323473351955355-4579126658846418682?l=ede-quate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ede-quate.blogspot.com/feeds/4579126658846418682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ede-quate.blogspot.com/2010/02/indefinite.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783323473351955355/posts/default/4579126658846418682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783323473351955355/posts/default/4579126658846418682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ede-quate.blogspot.com/2010/02/indefinite.html' title='indefinite'/><author><name>edelyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/TD5ZMWFr1KI/AAAAAAAABDQ/KECJ2nIoceU/S220/IMG_0557-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783323473351955355.post-4973442966223972960</id><published>2010-02-22T01:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T01:48:10.588-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I read. It could go either way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I prayed for it to go right, but it went left instead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you let your guard down and gave all your pride, ego , dignity and went from a domineering person to one who has no say at all even when you gave yourself until you recognise the girl in the mirror no more you're fucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incapable after 1 year imaging how long he's been thinking of that word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something i definitely learnt from the past relationship. If now it doesnt work out and it doesnt make you happy unless both changed totally if not its never gonna work out anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783323473351955355-4973442966223972960?l=ede-quate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ede-quate.blogspot.com/feeds/4973442966223972960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ede-quate.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-read.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783323473351955355/posts/default/4973442966223972960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783323473351955355/posts/default/4973442966223972960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ede-quate.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-read.html' title=''/><author><name>edelyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/TD5ZMWFr1KI/AAAAAAAABDQ/KECJ2nIoceU/S220/IMG_0557-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783323473351955355.post-1702988649865097012</id><published>2010-02-10T15:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T16:00:03.512-08:00</updated><title type='text'>changes;</title><content type='html'>Applied for a job yesterday, Which I really really like and major hoping I would get it!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I refuse to bow down to reality, forcing myself to work for companies that I am not happy with, Its like I can't unleash my full potentials and I definitely can't give my best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always believe in earning lesser and having fun at the same time, than having a job which pays more but drains my soul again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't been taking much pictures lately, still trying to lose the weight i've gained and almost there just 4 more kgs to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its true how once we get older, it takes forever to lose that weight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This maybe my last post before CNY and Valentines day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all lovers out there, Have a great valentine's day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GONGXI GONGXI&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783323473351955355-1702988649865097012?l=ede-quate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ede-quate.blogspot.com/feeds/1702988649865097012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ede-quate.blogspot.com/2010/02/changes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783323473351955355/posts/default/1702988649865097012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783323473351955355/posts/default/1702988649865097012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ede-quate.blogspot.com/2010/02/changes.html' title='changes;'/><author><name>edelyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/TD5ZMWFr1KI/AAAAAAAABDQ/KECJ2nIoceU/S220/IMG_0557-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783323473351955355.post-3525783967224739224</id><published>2010-02-03T04:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T04:17:01.227-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Chinese New Year is approaching&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Have Not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought my new years clothes and shoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have no done my hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have no done my nails&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But definitely Losing weight TEEHEE =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783323473351955355-3525783967224739224?l=ede-quate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ede-quate.blogspot.com/feeds/3525783967224739224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ede-quate.blogspot.com/2010/02/chinese-new-year-is-approaching-i-have.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783323473351955355/posts/default/3525783967224739224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783323473351955355/posts/default/3525783967224739224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ede-quate.blogspot.com/2010/02/chinese-new-year-is-approaching-i-have.html' title=''/><author><name>edelyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/TD5ZMWFr1KI/AAAAAAAABDQ/KECJ2nIoceU/S220/IMG_0557-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783323473351955355.post-3345355635381343569</id><published>2010-02-01T15:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T15:18:37.079-08:00</updated><title type='text'>; brilliance</title><content type='html'>It's days like this talking to complete strangers who happen to be complete morons that makes me appreciate the fact I no longer have to go out meet new people and fall in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously cannot be bothered to make new friends or even see the need to entertain people I have no connections or no use for, WHICH I need to change .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all my network is fresh and could be of use to love's business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong, I am still very sociable when I meet people out there but the following up process I can't be arsed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having too much free time to notice and observe human behaviors I actually get a kick out of imitating them after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea where this conversation is leading to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baking pineapple tarts with my love later, I cannot wait.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783323473351955355-3345355635381343569?l=ede-quate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ede-quate.blogspot.com/feeds/3345355635381343569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ede-quate.blogspot.com/2010/02/brilliance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783323473351955355/posts/default/3345355635381343569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783323473351955355/posts/default/3345355635381343569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ede-quate.blogspot.com/2010/02/brilliance.html' title='; brilliance'/><author><name>edelyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/TD5ZMWFr1KI/AAAAAAAABDQ/KECJ2nIoceU/S220/IMG_0557-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783323473351955355.post-1872645292546989336</id><published>2010-01-30T02:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T02:31:20.283-08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Dollars</title><content type='html'>Bloody Ice Cream Uncle Bluffed my 10 Dollar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual heard the bells rang down before brushing my teeth WTF! ( dad was in the toilet baking cake) Told the uncle Usual 4 and I placed my money on the tin, when its done realized money is missing and uncle said probably because I didn't bring it down WTF! Checked surroundings, went up to get mum came back to tell him that I did bring the money down! checked the surroundings and he told us not to waste his time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ASSHOLE! confirm he took it! bloody hell talk so much to me today more than usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM SWEARING OFF HIS ICE CREAM FROM TODAY ONWARDS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pcb&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783323473351955355-1872645292546989336?l=ede-quate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ede-quate.blogspot.com/feeds/1872645292546989336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ede-quate.blogspot.com/2010/01/10-dollars.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783323473351955355/posts/default/1872645292546989336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783323473351955355/posts/default/1872645292546989336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ede-quate.blogspot.com/2010/01/10-dollars.html' title='10 Dollars'/><author><name>edelyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/TD5ZMWFr1KI/AAAAAAAABDQ/KECJ2nIoceU/S220/IMG_0557-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783323473351955355.post-1680920080345150434</id><published>2010-01-27T02:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T02:54:39.480-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Proud of love</title><content type='html'>Growing up I had nothing to worry about.. I started working since I turned 16 because I always thought working was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember daddy used to send me to work every single day no matter how far or how early it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy told me before if it's too far or if I didn't like it , I didn't have to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was always happier staying at home being around my family and not have to work.(spoilt)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before you interrupt me telling me : WHO LIKES TO WORK and how spoilt i am? Well it so happens that I know a HUGE bunch of friends who prefer working than enjoying life, Boyfriend was one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to care about what others would think when they find out that my boyfriend literally PAYS for everything . Heck he himself couldn't name a thing on me that wasn't paid by him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Clothes, Bags, Shoes, Contact lens, Furnitures, Toys, Make up, Toiletries oh and my bills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year I would say I work for him (working as in Does his bills, iron his clothes, wash his clothes, clean up his plates like a housewife)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now whenever people asked me what am I working as or What do I do, Id proudly tell them My boyfriend owns me from head to toe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the first day of our relationship till now he has never expected me to pay for a single thing and yet very willingly pay for everything I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think any other guy can accept a girlfriend like me, they would probably find them a liability or a burden , But not my boyfriend apparently he's more than willing to do so!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everywhere we go now people would assume without asking that we were husband and wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is pretty true cause we're basically living a married life already! Just short of Kids and A certificate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always wanted a guy exactly like daddy, because Daddy to me was the Best in the whole wide world and Im starting to think I found him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday Lying on bed, Love asked me who I would invite to our wedding and we were busying trying to name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before telling me : But you guys have only dated for a year! well let me tell you something.&lt;br /&gt;Couples who dated for 5 to 6 to 10 years can still break up or even after dating for years and few months into the marriage its KAPUT! over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never wanted more a family and kids of my own then now. I am actually looking forward to the next phase of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOOOOO this doesn't mean Love has already proposed and we're getting married T_T"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783323473351955355-1680920080345150434?l=ede-quate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ede-quate.blogspot.com/feeds/1680920080345150434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ede-quate.blogspot.com/2010/01/proud-of-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783323473351955355/posts/default/1680920080345150434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783323473351955355/posts/default/1680920080345150434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ede-quate.blogspot.com/2010/01/proud-of-love.html' title='Proud of love'/><author><name>edelyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/TD5ZMWFr1KI/AAAAAAAABDQ/KECJ2nIoceU/S220/IMG_0557-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783323473351955355.post-5876015100379457635</id><published>2010-01-21T10:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T11:08:28.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jerlin &amp; Cavan's Wedding</title><content type='html'>First One Together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the first wedding, love and I went together. I'm coming to an age where it's no longer about "sweet 16s" and "Finally 21". Everyone Around me is either in serious relationships or married and some even with a child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember just a mere 4 years ago, My friends and I were still at a stage where we would like to try dating all sorts of guys, not really caring even if we were to be single the next day. Looking forward to getting our license and turning 21. I remembering thinking about this back then. What happens next? All our life's back then was about getting a license, partying and wishing we were 21 and after that? It was that simple!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know almost every girl dreams about their *perfect wedding* since we were little girls but as days goes by, the influences of people around us made a group of my friends not wanting to ever get married. I too was one of them, cynical about marriage and how it was nothing but a piece of paper and that love doesn't need one of those to prove it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now 4 Years later, I take back all those words I've ever said. Hanging out &lt;a href="http://connie-and-giselle.blogspot.com/"&gt;Connie and Giselle&lt;/a&gt;  a year ago , Sabrina and R'selcia every other day now makes me want to have a family too. I use not have patience with kids and I find them ridiculously annoying .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;........................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for Digressing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I present to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Newly Weds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/S1ib6SXce8I/AAAAAAAAA8M/7r7ioZnsZrw/s1600-h/cavnjer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/S1ib6SXce8I/AAAAAAAAA8M/7r7ioZnsZrw/s400/cavnjer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429260776460024770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/S1icCpgiJsI/AAAAAAAAA8U/ZT8C2kWzGNU/s1600-h/cavnjer2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/S1icCpgiJsI/AAAAAAAAA8U/ZT8C2kWzGNU/s400/cavnjer2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429260920111113922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/S1ieH9j8lsI/AAAAAAAAA8c/hivpaWDqSvM/s1600-h/IMG_0237.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/S1ieH9j8lsI/AAAAAAAAA8c/hivpaWDqSvM/s400/IMG_0237.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429263210416740034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr and Mrs Jeffrey Koh&lt;br /&gt;Had so much fun teasing sabrina about how she looks so much older than her husband&lt;br /&gt;Recalls the story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabrina: you know ah At the hospital the nurse asking for my baby's father's IC and jeffrey gave his the nurse told him : I want the father's not the brother's and he gave his IC again and the nurse repeated the same thing! FHL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/S1ieIeQrXFI/AAAAAAAAA8k/TlRhmpe0MRU/s1600-h/IMG_0241.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/S1ieIeQrXFI/AAAAAAAAA8k/TlRhmpe0MRU/s400/IMG_0241.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429263219194289234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My secondary school mates&lt;br /&gt;Chakyin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/S1ieJNbNgcI/AAAAAAAAA8s/33k0qsntPh0/s1600-h/IMG_0239.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/S1ieJNbNgcI/AAAAAAAAA8s/33k0qsntPh0/s400/IMG_0239.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429263231854936514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah gao *kunsiong* and his girlfriend Xiao Fang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/S1ieJgZa6TI/AAAAAAAAA80/qAb8s5KdTEc/s1600-h/IMG_0240.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/S1ieJgZa6TI/AAAAAAAAA80/qAb8s5KdTEc/s400/IMG_0240.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429263236947700018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Guy on the right is Junjie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/S1ieKNKB3SI/AAAAAAAAA88/cBXtzSbryc4/s1600-h/IMG_0244.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/S1ieKNKB3SI/AAAAAAAAA88/cBXtzSbryc4/s400/IMG_0244.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429263248962739490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please take a look at how hard Cavan was trying to get the COCK to pop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/S1ifZk2Rm-I/AAAAAAAAA9E/OqSOEpbDniA/s1600-h/IMG_0253.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/S1ifZk2Rm-I/AAAAAAAAA9E/OqSOEpbDniA/s400/IMG_0253.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429264612532001762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIKE FINALLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/S1ifaBTqGrI/AAAAAAAAA9M/rX-pmdqekUs/s1600-h/IMG_0255.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/S1ifaBTqGrI/AAAAAAAAA9M/rX-pmdqekUs/s400/IMG_0255.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429264620171434674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were called on stage to do the traditional YAMSENG! No pictures because bf ran off to the toilet and no one took pictures for us!&lt;br /&gt;Our Messy Table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/S1ifadUA3RI/AAAAAAAAA9U/3SYqot1pU40/s1600-h/IMG_0259.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/S1ifadUA3RI/AAAAAAAAA9U/3SYqot1pU40/s400/IMG_0259.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429264627689118994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Drink specially Concocted by us for the groom&lt;br /&gt;One was Stout with raw eggs and the other was wine, beer, eggs, prawn head, chilli and I can't remember what else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/S1ifbJJDTII/AAAAAAAAA9c/pC27Z4gBX_s/s1600-h/IMG_0258.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/S1ifbJJDTII/AAAAAAAAA9c/pC27Z4gBX_s/s400/IMG_0258.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429264639454301314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After A very very filling and delicious 9 course meal of which we devoured without taking any pictures, we headed out to the corridor where everyone took their smoke break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took a number of shots there but APPARENTLY NO ONE IS SENDING ME THE PICTURES! Screams sabrina, alicia and yvonne!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall update those pictures when I receive them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omfg I'm finally done, /me checks time ITS PAST MY BEDTIME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;edelyn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783323473351955355-5876015100379457635?l=ede-quate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ede-quate.blogspot.com/feeds/5876015100379457635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ede-quate.blogspot.com/2010/01/jerlin-cavans-wedding.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783323473351955355/posts/default/5876015100379457635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783323473351955355/posts/default/5876015100379457635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ede-quate.blogspot.com/2010/01/jerlin-cavans-wedding.html' title='Jerlin &amp; Cavan&apos;s Wedding'/><author><name>edelyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/TD5ZMWFr1KI/AAAAAAAABDQ/KECJ2nIoceU/S220/IMG_0557-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/S1ib6SXce8I/AAAAAAAAA8M/7r7ioZnsZrw/s72-c/cavnjer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783323473351955355.post-4868833600602560156</id><published>2010-01-19T07:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T07:29:14.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Will be back tomorrow! for now CLICK ON MY ADVERTISMENT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KKTHXBYE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;edelyn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783323473351955355-4868833600602560156?l=ede-quate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ede-quate.blogspot.com/feeds/4868833600602560156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ede-quate.blogspot.com/2010/01/will-be-back-tomorrow-for-now-click-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783323473351955355/posts/default/4868833600602560156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783323473351955355/posts/default/4868833600602560156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ede-quate.blogspot.com/2010/01/will-be-back-tomorrow-for-now-click-on.html' title=''/><author><name>edelyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/TD5ZMWFr1KI/AAAAAAAABDQ/KECJ2nIoceU/S220/IMG_0557-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783323473351955355.post-9066875834911490730</id><published>2010-01-14T04:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T23:41:25.059-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The day I hated my dogs</title><content type='html'>One Bright Sunny Afternoon, I was feeling all hot and sweaty, It got so bad that I had to shower without the heater on . For those of you who knows me well, I can't bath without hot water and I do mean HOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my bath I heard my mum screaming at the top of her lungs and both my dog growling, without thinking i wrapped myself with a towel and rushed out with dripping wet hair, and slippery slippers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THOSE BUGGERS WERE FUCKING FIGHTING with each other, which is a common sight every other day. My bigger dog looks like he was gonna rip my smaller one apart and that small one was barking and trying to bite him back *what an idiot how can he possibly win the bigger one which was 10-20 times his size* I admired his courage and stupidity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for digressing,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AS I was saying I ran out with a cane about to wallop the both of them I slipped and fell onto my ass which at the same time hit my tail bone, It hurt so bad I was screaming like a baby to my mother , who very gently rubbed ointment for me and at the same time telling me how stupid I was to run out with slippers T_T" fml!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called love to rant and cry to him on the phone and thank god he ended work early to come see how I was, I being all baby made him pat me to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I refuse to play with both of them the rest of the day and ignored them till this morning , I was this close to slaughtering them and cook their meat for my steamboat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its the 2nd day now and I am still suffering in pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE END. kkthxbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;edelyn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783323473351955355-9066875834911490730?l=ede-quate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ede-quate.blogspot.com/feeds/9066875834911490730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ede-quate.blogspot.com/2010/01/day-i-hated-my-dogs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783323473351955355/posts/default/9066875834911490730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783323473351955355/posts/default/9066875834911490730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ede-quate.blogspot.com/2010/01/day-i-hated-my-dogs.html' title='The day I hated my dogs'/><author><name>edelyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/TD5ZMWFr1KI/AAAAAAAABDQ/KECJ2nIoceU/S220/IMG_0557-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783323473351955355.post-8214881768038173725</id><published>2010-01-12T19:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T20:11:36.699-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love's Off Day</title><content type='html'>Virgin Time to 313, Went there only for the 3 Leveled &lt;a href="http://forever21.com/"&gt;Forever 21&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After shopping there I told boyfriend okay Im done let's go, Couldn't even be bothered about the rest of the shops&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/S01BmnATOXI/AAAAAAAAA68/uCVOA6ZhQy4/s1600-h/IMG_0181.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/S01BmnATOXI/AAAAAAAAA68/uCVOA6ZhQy4/s400/IMG_0181.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426065257612392818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/S01Bm3qjLdI/AAAAAAAAA7E/5NSJv41QsWY/s1600-h/IMG_0183.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/S01Bm3qjLdI/AAAAAAAAA7E/5NSJv41QsWY/s400/IMG_0183.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426065262084566482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotten myself 2 tops&lt;br /&gt;1. A corset like Floral Top&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/S01DYD3s1HI/AAAAAAAAA7M/dot6mVn9qi8/s1600-h/IMG_0212.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/S01DYD3s1HI/AAAAAAAAA7M/dot6mVn9qi8/s400/IMG_0212.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426067206686168178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. A long top with sequins at the collar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/S01DYhl6bzI/AAAAAAAAA7U/SJxWQx2u1aA/s1600-h/IMG_0214.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/S01DYhl6bzI/AAAAAAAAA7U/SJxWQx2u1aA/s400/IMG_0214.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426067214664625970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Third Piece that I liked which boyfriend thought looks flat on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/S01Dz_yrfaI/AAAAAAAAA7c/89mKuvCJKQo/s1600-h/IMG_0176.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/S01Dz_yrfaI/AAAAAAAAA7c/89mKuvCJKQo/s400/IMG_0176.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426067686627704226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boyfriend And I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/S01EjayJaYI/AAAAAAAAA7k/syXpjhiIr_E/s1600-h/IMG_0180.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/S01EjayJaYI/AAAAAAAAA7k/syXpjhiIr_E/s400/IMG_0180.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426068501327079810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had KFC for Dinner , Was so stuffed after, Gawd it's been long since We ate KFC and somehow I felt that the skin had too much fats YUCKS. Was Mad Grossed Out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/S01EjtAtrOI/AAAAAAAAA7s/jzCZvxWpqaE/s1600-h/IMG_0184.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/S01EjtAtrOI/AAAAAAAAA7s/jzCZvxWpqaE/s400/IMG_0184.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426068506220014818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed Over to Sabrina's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XuanXuan , She's growing bigger and bigger much more well behaved now, She used to turn away when Love went close to her but now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/S01GQlAM4FI/AAAAAAAAA70/NSl5ghd7DwQ/s1600-h/IMG_0199.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/S01GQlAM4FI/AAAAAAAAA70/NSl5ghd7DwQ/s400/IMG_0199.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426070376676122706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHE FELL ASLEEP on his tummy, How cute is that??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/S01GRUfR2MI/AAAAAAAAA78/e2Wg_nam_6s/s1600-h/IMG_0203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/S01GRUfR2MI/AAAAAAAAA78/e2Wg_nam_6s/s400/IMG_0203.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426070389422938306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am Carrying her in that I have no idea what it's called&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/S01GRqbb3QI/AAAAAAAAA8E/6B_grto4PsI/s1600-h/IMG_0207.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/S01GRqbb3QI/AAAAAAAAA8E/6B_grto4PsI/s400/IMG_0207.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426070395312397570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't had any inspiration to blog, So I shall End here and Try to blog about something more interesting another time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xoxo&lt;br /&gt;Edelyn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783323473351955355-8214881768038173725?l=ede-quate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ede-quate.blogspot.com/feeds/8214881768038173725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ede-quate.blogspot.com/2010/01/loves-off-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783323473351955355/posts/default/8214881768038173725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783323473351955355/posts/default/8214881768038173725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ede-quate.blogspot.com/2010/01/loves-off-day.html' title='Love&apos;s Off Day'/><author><name>edelyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/TD5ZMWFr1KI/AAAAAAAABDQ/KECJ2nIoceU/S220/IMG_0557-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/S01BmnATOXI/AAAAAAAAA68/uCVOA6ZhQy4/s72-c/IMG_0181.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783323473351955355.post-1940308418077455514</id><published>2010-01-08T17:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T17:26:55.928-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prawning</title><content type='html'>Prawning with shalyn, andre, stan, xiaoping , bobby and my love on our first year anniversary!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures stolen from lyn's blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/S0fZAm-nf3I/AAAAAAAAA60/Vk8JZyf-Qzo/s1600-h/DSC04784.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/S0fZAm-nf3I/AAAAAAAAA60/Vk8JZyf-Qzo/s400/DSC04784.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424542880677461874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It had been years since I last met up with bobby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;such a funny and all around nice guy. okay fineeee he's usually nicer to shalyn and pretty mean to me online! But a sweet heart in real life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/S0fYaakAl0I/AAAAAAAAA6c/0ke-U4px3qM/s1600-h/20161_106075189409285_100000204144030_168474_6346358_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/S0fYaakAl0I/AAAAAAAAA6c/0ke-U4px3qM/s400/20161_106075189409285_100000204144030_168474_6346358_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424542224509605698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/S0fYWaO2STI/AAAAAAAAA6U/AUbEIuC7oDw/s1600-h/CIMG3846.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/S0fYWaO2STI/AAAAAAAAA6U/AUbEIuC7oDw/s400/CIMG3846.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424542155701373234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shalyn and Andre&lt;br /&gt;How can a couple be dating for years and still be so sweet? Please just get married soon!&lt;br /&gt;Second time meeting Andre, Nice guy am so happy for my cousin *sobs wipe tears*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/S0fZAWwwOOI/AAAAAAAAA6s/cKyDana_y8k/s1600-h/DSC04787.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/S0fZAWwwOOI/AAAAAAAAA6s/cKyDana_y8k/s400/DSC04787.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424542876324346082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cousin and I&lt;br /&gt;Yes I know I look alot older than her FML&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/S0fZABuGN8I/AAAAAAAAA6k/F2jlfHaxCpY/s1600-h/DSC04789.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/S0fZABuGN8I/AAAAAAAAA6k/F2jlfHaxCpY/s400/DSC04789.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424542870676060098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually love and I catch about 20 - 30 prawns but that day I was having so much fun talking and hanging with them I can't be arsed to catch prawns! Well stan and xiaoping caught the most prawns!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would love to go outsea with them one day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783323473351955355-1940308418077455514?l=ede-quate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ede-quate.blogspot.com/feeds/1940308418077455514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ede-quate.blogspot.com/2010/01/prawning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783323473351955355/posts/default/1940308418077455514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783323473351955355/posts/default/1940308418077455514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ede-quate.blogspot.com/2010/01/prawning.html' title='Prawning'/><author><name>edelyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/TD5ZMWFr1KI/AAAAAAAABDQ/KECJ2nIoceU/S220/IMG_0557-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/S0fZAm-nf3I/AAAAAAAAA60/Vk8JZyf-Qzo/s72-c/DSC04784.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783323473351955355.post-1068996062737171461</id><published>2010-01-04T10:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T10:32:29.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Our First Year Anniversary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I lay in bed looking at you sleeping soundly beside me, have been for the past 1 year. I felt so blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have never been a fan of long term relationships, have always felt like I was meant to love every guy who swept me off my feet.. For the first 4 years since I've start dating, I kept changing Boyfriends with the seasons, running away from all responsibilities and problems , staying only during the good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I had my first long term relationship which sadly, lasted only 2 years. well I'd leave that story for another day perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meeting you 1 year ago had changed my life since, I've learnt so much more, taking steps out of my bubble. Cried so much after every disagreement/arguments/fights but knowing in the end neither of us wanted to walk away. Shared so many ups and downs.&lt;br /&gt;I love your family too, something that was definitely still new to me(all along I thought it was my problem).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Us at Jumbo on Uncle's Birthday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*i was still so slim.. sighhhh look at those ARMS*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/S0EiBb7FiGI/AAAAAAAAA48/05XsV55armE/s1600-h/CIMG1257-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/S0EiBb7FiGI/AAAAAAAAA48/05XsV55armE/s400/CIMG1257-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422652834401585250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;First Official Picture as a couple with my sucky samsung&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;1 month after you changed an iphone for me *touched* at that point 3G was ridiculously expensive, I felt like I could rule the world at that moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/S0Ebz1RGDHI/AAAAAAAAA4k/byHZVgN6OQY/s1600-h/Photo0064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/S0Ebz1RGDHI/AAAAAAAAA4k/byHZVgN6OQY/s400/Photo0064.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422646003616844914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Valentine's day in Batam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/S0EiA7MuMZI/AAAAAAAAA40/CcMB4DwOqFs/s1600-h/CIMG1694.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/S0EiA7MuMZI/AAAAAAAAA40/CcMB4DwOqFs/s400/CIMG1694.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422652825617183122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;First Chinese New Year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/S0Egw1RpyiI/AAAAAAAAA4s/akNtPr6d80k/s1600-h/Photo0147.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/S0Egw1RpyiI/AAAAAAAAA4s/akNtPr6d80k/s400/Photo0147.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422651449637718562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My 21st birthday party and Hongkong straight after the party ends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/S0EiCarr8dI/AAAAAAAAA5M/guf1QOFvZZM/s1600-h/CIMG2256.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/S0EiCarr8dI/AAAAAAAAA5M/guf1QOFvZZM/s400/CIMG2256.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422652851248427474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/S0IdDrna5uI/AAAAAAAAA5k/7XeRH94jPDw/s1600-h/CIMG2568.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/S0IdDrna5uI/AAAAAAAAA5k/7XeRH94jPDw/s400/CIMG2568.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422928850392377058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/S0IdDNy3YVI/AAAAAAAAA5c/8hHYQP6GVtM/s1600-h/CIMG2523.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/S0IdDNy3YVI/AAAAAAAAA5c/8hHYQP6GVtM/s400/CIMG2523.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422928842387317074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/S0IdDxys1wI/AAAAAAAAA5s/lwr4lm0aMAU/s1600-h/CIMG2574.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/S0IdDxys1wI/AAAAAAAAA5s/lwr4lm0aMAU/s400/CIMG2574.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422928852050302722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sentosa when I lost the job I wanted so badly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/S0EiB7qCWmI/AAAAAAAAA5E/AcfkF0qtoEc/s1600-h/CIMG1136-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/S0EiB7qCWmI/AAAAAAAAA5E/AcfkF0qtoEc/s400/CIMG1136-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422652842920008290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;So much memories, Every Single Occasion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/S0IeLSkCeGI/AAAAAAAAA6M/ylUZHVG5v8U/s1600-h/CIMG2998.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/S0IeLSkCeGI/AAAAAAAAA6M/ylUZHVG5v8U/s400/CIMG2998.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422930080617887842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/S0IeLLf6X1I/AAAAAAAAA6E/dqyT0MmUylo/s1600-h/23052009%28049%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/S0IeLLf6X1I/AAAAAAAAA6E/dqyT0MmUylo/s400/23052009%28049%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422930078721531730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/S0IeK4UBc1I/AAAAAAAAA58/i3FVveYjR3I/s1600-h/10052009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/S0IeK4UBc1I/AAAAAAAAA58/i3FVveYjR3I/s400/10052009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422930073571390290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/S0IeKj53K3I/AAAAAAAAA50/fjbPkBALKwU/s1600-h/10042009%28005%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/S0IeKj53K3I/AAAAAAAAA50/fjbPkBALKwU/s400/10042009%28005%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422930068092955506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post had been edited 5 times , because i can't seem to put all my feelings down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I'm trying to say is that...&lt;br /&gt;I just want to be everywhere with you, do every thing with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year will be harder for you, Working hard every single day trying to give us a better future and still having to tolerate my nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through Fat, Thin, Poor , Rich&lt;br /&gt;edelyn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783323473351955355-1068996062737171461?l=ede-quate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ede-quate.blogspot.com/feeds/1068996062737171461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ede-quate.blogspot.com/2010/01/our-first-year-anniversary_04.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783323473351955355/posts/default/1068996062737171461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783323473351955355/posts/default/1068996062737171461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ede-quate.blogspot.com/2010/01/our-first-year-anniversary_04.html' title=''/><author><name>edelyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/TD5ZMWFr1KI/AAAAAAAABDQ/KECJ2nIoceU/S220/IMG_0557-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/S0EiBb7FiGI/AAAAAAAAA48/05XsV55armE/s72-c/CIMG1257-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783323473351955355.post-4778374996984598564</id><published>2010-01-01T06:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T07:08:03.683-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hello Darlings,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First and Foremost I wish all of you out there, A &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR&lt;/span&gt; and may the year of the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TIGER&lt;/span&gt; bring you guys nothing but good luck , health and prosperity*cliche*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did you spend the New Years Eve?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent mine at B's home with Nicholas and Jane . Chef Nicholas and Co Chef Ian cooked up a simple yet d-e-l-i cious spread for us. Credits to Jane for her salad which I didn't eat ! i hate salads !! I think in my past life I was T-Rex ..&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; i love my meat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The recipes were learnt by Chef Nicholas from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Food 911&lt;/span&gt;!!!! omfg i love that channel now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/Sz4J4V111cI/AAAAAAAAA3c/IneMPOrhK04/s1600-h/CIMG3740-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/Sz4J4V111cI/AAAAAAAAA3c/IneMPOrhK04/s400/CIMG3740-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421781864940950978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dvd of the day = X-MEN Origins of Wolverine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/Sz4L2pKFG4I/AAAAAAAAA38/rM46N16_ORk/s1600-h/x-men-origins-wolverine-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/Sz4L2pKFG4I/AAAAAAAAA38/rM46N16_ORk/s400/x-men-origins-wolverine-poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421784034789628802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Review: I give it 3.5 out of 5 popcorns. I missed this show twice . Once in Malacca and the other at Marina Square. I hated how the show ended and I can't wait/hope that there is a sequal coming out soon? Loved the part where &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wade&lt;/span&gt; played by Ryan Reynolds swirls his swords around dodging bullets!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Group Photo Time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/Sz4ItejCbyI/AAAAAAAAA3U/ZP4hz-k5Fxk/s1600-h/16967_1238922987662_1666890086_554186_1555132_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/Sz4ItejCbyI/AAAAAAAAA3U/ZP4hz-k5Fxk/s400/16967_1238922987662_1666890086_554186_1555132_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421780578787815202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am looking STUFF-ED&lt;br /&gt;yeah i know fat ugly whatever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/Sz4KzEwyKLI/AAAAAAAAA3s/X36ayjpRtlY/s1600-h/CIMG3751.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/Sz4KzEwyKLI/AAAAAAAAA3s/X36ayjpRtlY/s400/CIMG3751.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421782873968617650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Boys are so nicee, after cooking a spread for us they even cleaned and wash up the place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/Sz4LfWTGjCI/AAAAAAAAA30/l78PEAwgCOA/s1600-h/CIMG3738.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/Sz4LfWTGjCI/AAAAAAAAA30/l78PEAwgCOA/s400/CIMG3738.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421783634590207010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 11.55 We set off trying to catch a glimpse of the fireworks at Tanjong Rhu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which we missed.... and got caught in a jam but thanks to B's great driving skills and Nicholas's guidance we managed to maneuver out of the traffic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T.I.M.E C.H.E.C.K&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/Sz4Kyl5VKyI/AAAAAAAAA3k/yMcROoHShzA/s1600-h/CIMG3771.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/Sz4Kyl5VKyI/AAAAAAAAA3k/yMcROoHShzA/s400/CIMG3771.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421782865682967330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed Over to Some Pub near St james for a drink .&lt;br /&gt;(from Left - Right)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicholas, Jane,Sze Yee&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (who works there)&lt;/span&gt;, Weile, B and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/Sz4Mt2p6iEI/AAAAAAAAA4E/YgAPhonHlBs/s1600-h/CIMG3776-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/Sz4Mt2p6iEI/AAAAAAAAA4E/YgAPhonHlBs/s400/CIMG3776-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421784983305619522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was the driver of the night as you can see with that Non Alcoholic Drink in my hand. Yeah that and the fact I can't drink for nuts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/Sz4N3dPdnHI/AAAAAAAAA4M/z55n27Rlo48/s1600-h/16967_1238923267669_1666890086_554193_8302660_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/Sz4N3dPdnHI/AAAAAAAAA4M/z55n27Rlo48/s400/16967_1238923267669_1666890086_554193_8302660_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421786247794105458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Drink.. That was the first bottle left over from the 28th dec 09. They opened another to celebrate 2010!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W.I.N stands for Weile, Ian and Nicholas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/Sz4OLlXGLVI/AAAAAAAAA4U/ITXtu2Ws29M/s1600-h/CIMG3784.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/Sz4OLlXGLVI/AAAAAAAAA4U/ITXtu2Ws29M/s400/CIMG3784.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421786593570991442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/Sz4Oi3DJ67I/AAAAAAAAA4c/BqYCHDWRchw/s1600-h/CIMG3790.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/Sz4Oi3DJ67I/AAAAAAAAA4c/BqYCHDWRchw/s400/CIMG3790.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421786993456180146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played Dice , sang 1 song and 4 hours later we headed off to see the FIRST LIGHT&lt;br /&gt;Was a tradition for the boys to see the first light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed over to Pasir Ris Beach talked cock sing songs and talked about our goals and resolution for this year! No pictures I was dead tired by then , boyfriend had to piggy back me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783323473351955355-4778374996984598564?l=ede-quate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ede-quate.blogspot.com/feeds/4778374996984598564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ede-quate.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-new-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783323473351955355/posts/default/4778374996984598564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783323473351955355/posts/default/4778374996984598564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ede-quate.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year'/><author><name>edelyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/TD5ZMWFr1KI/AAAAAAAABDQ/KECJ2nIoceU/S220/IMG_0557-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/Sz4J4V111cI/AAAAAAAAA3c/IneMPOrhK04/s72-c/CIMG3740-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783323473351955355.post-2612253322089903228</id><published>2009-12-28T04:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T11:04:12.732-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year's Resolution</title><content type='html'>In 2009 my resolution was to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;li&gt; Reconnect with my family. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Have already managed to done so, Moving house really made us closer. Even though dad cooks alot lesser now.... I've finally gotten my own room after wishing for one , for the past 21 years. Mum and I argue a lot lesser now, when I was young I didn't know how to appreciate my mother and the things she had done for me. Its hard when both of us are equally stubborn and out to win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in Loyang the house was so big that everyone had their corner, doing their own stuffs. Now that the house is smaller i feel as if everyone is closer to one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always knew i was a family kinda girl, but only now do I enjoy more being home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Told myself to pick someone who sees a future with me, and work through all the problems we may face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Agreeing to meet a friend for supper 1 year ago, turned out to be my best decision I've made in 2008, that 9 days after was the happiest time for me in 2008 and the reason why I enjoyed my 2009 thoroughly. Our relationship isn't exactly always honey sweet but there is really nothing more i can ask for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first after breaking up with my previous boyfriend, I thought I was doomed and that I would never meet another guy who will treat me like a precious gem and then he appeared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Come 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lose all the 5kg gained in the past 1 year. fml&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Live a healthy lifestyle&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;I must make it a point to sleep early and wake up early, my health was abso-lutely terrible in 2009 . Have seen at least 20-25 times of doctor. Starting 2010 I've to pay more attention to my health , after all i am getting older by the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Take up dancing lessons&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;I was thinking of learning pole dancing (do not laugh) or maybe belly dancing, I know my B would totally agree to that *anything to kill my time*, and maybe lose my pot belly by constantly shaking it like shakira T_T!!!wtf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Yoga lessons / Taking up a course&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;I read about how yoga can improve one's health and clear your mind. OR I could take up baking/cooking lessons? I've yet to decide what I would like to learn atm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Speak / Write better English&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;I actually scored A1 in my english back in secondary school but it seems that i've given it all back to Miss Anita... After secondary school I spoke more chinese and Vulgarities . FML.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Constantly updating this blog and doing more advertorials for NuffNang. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Seeing how some of my friend's have fun doing advertorials with new products to try out and earn some money at the same time, Makes me want to give it a try and we'll see how that turns out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783323473351955355-2612253322089903228?l=ede-quate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ede-quate.blogspot.com/feeds/2612253322089903228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ede-quate.blogspot.com/2009/12/new-years-resolution.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783323473351955355/posts/default/2612253322089903228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783323473351955355/posts/default/2612253322089903228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ede-quate.blogspot.com/2009/12/new-years-resolution.html' title='New Year&apos;s Resolution'/><author><name>edelyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/TD5ZMWFr1KI/AAAAAAAABDQ/KECJ2nIoceU/S220/IMG_0557-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783323473351955355.post-5597412830521345590</id><published>2009-12-28T04:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T04:33:50.290-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Making Of The Blog.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Today's the day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Headed over to &lt;a href="http://www.claireching.blogspot.com/"&gt;Claire's&lt;/a&gt; In the early Afternoon .&lt;br /&gt;Setting up the computer ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/SzihNemQkjI/AAAAAAAAA2k/5qEds_DuOPM/s1600-h/Picture+079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/SzihNemQkjI/AAAAAAAAA2k/5qEds_DuOPM/s400/Picture+079.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420259404464296498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Model Of The Day&lt;br /&gt;Pretty right. This Picture isn't Edited in any way.&lt;br /&gt;Credits to my Antique DSLR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/Sziho4wSQXI/AAAAAAAAA2s/5SHMn5LOvmI/s1600-h/Picture+043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/Sziho4wSQXI/AAAAAAAAA2s/5SHMn5LOvmI/s400/Picture+043.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420259875342139762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the pictures she took of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/SziiGj7Hq9I/AAAAAAAAA20/Tv16l6BXhJs/s1600-h/Picture+055-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/SziiGj7Hq9I/AAAAAAAAA20/Tv16l6BXhJs/s400/Picture+055-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420260385146514386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Raoul Babies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/Szii1i9yr-I/AAAAAAAAA28/6PlncFbHFxc/s1600-h/Picture+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/Szii1i9yr-I/AAAAAAAAA28/6PlncFbHFxc/s400/Picture+035.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420261192343138274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/SzijGnyRNAI/AAAAAAAAA3E/UHTL5mn_J3M/s1600-h/Picture+048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/SzijGnyRNAI/AAAAAAAAA3E/UHTL5mn_J3M/s400/Picture+048.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420261485694759938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claire's&lt;br /&gt;i hate her now.. shes sooo photogenic&lt;br /&gt;/me stabs myself in the heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/Szij3wOoxzI/AAAAAAAAA3M/zkag2D-ji4Y/s1600-h/Picture+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/Szij3wOoxzI/AAAAAAAAA3M/zkag2D-ji4Y/s400/Picture+021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420262329774819122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My poor antique hanged on me like 5 fucking times!.!.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a total of 100 pictures and most of them are of her!! wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can i say? I love taking beautiful pictures of beautiful people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783323473351955355-5597412830521345590?l=ede-quate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ede-quate.blogspot.com/feeds/5597412830521345590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ede-quate.blogspot.com/2009/12/making-of-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783323473351955355/posts/default/5597412830521345590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783323473351955355/posts/default/5597412830521345590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ede-quate.blogspot.com/2009/12/making-of-blog.html' title='Making Of The Blog.'/><author><name>edelyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/TD5ZMWFr1KI/AAAAAAAABDQ/KECJ2nIoceU/S220/IMG_0557-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tIIGW3da_dU/SzihNemQkjI/AAAAAAAAA2k/5qEds_DuOPM/s72-c/Picture+079.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
