<?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-956243184315768437</id><updated>2012-02-16T05:53:11.942-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love you, Xiaoyan</title><subtitle type='html'>WWW.UBERLYINLOVE.BLOGSPOT.COM</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uberlyinlove.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956243184315768437/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uberlyinlove.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Dylan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11654564097032579997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>26</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-956243184315768437.post-7949759826230661328</id><published>2009-09-22T07:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T07:18:29.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bon voyage</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Hey guys. I've changed my blog already. My new link is&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.lifeofmrblur.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.lifeofmrblur.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Sayonara!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/956243184315768437-7949759826230661328?l=uberlyinlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uberlyinlove.blogspot.com/feeds/7949759826230661328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=956243184315768437&amp;postID=7949759826230661328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956243184315768437/posts/default/7949759826230661328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956243184315768437/posts/default/7949759826230661328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uberlyinlove.blogspot.com/2009/09/bon-voyage.html' title='Bon voyage'/><author><name>Dylan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11654564097032579997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-956243184315768437.post-3144607992255411589</id><published>2009-07-12T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T08:37:44.329-07:00</updated><title type='text'>P.U.S.H Concert</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;1 word. Awesomeness. It was an amazing night.. But sadly only a few people from dj came.. It was held at the Subang University College yesterday night. Brandon, Han Jiang, Xiaoyan, Tze kwang and his sis were there. The band playing there was so cool man!! Hahaha. Not really much to say, but I got some pics though.. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G-bpI7DT_2o/SloCmFY-bOI/AAAAAAAAAIs/KbIYwmuSJ1s/s1600-h/DSC00123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357597560015842530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G-bpI7DT_2o/SloCmFY-bOI/AAAAAAAAAIs/KbIYwmuSJ1s/s320/DSC00123.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt; Xiaoyan.. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G-bpI7DT_2o/SloCKvp542I/AAAAAAAAAIk/OB65NLAM3W8/s1600-h/DSC00122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357597090324800354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G-bpI7DT_2o/SloCKvp542I/AAAAAAAAAIk/OB65NLAM3W8/s320/DSC00122.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Us.. Woots!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G-bpI7DT_2o/SloCEKsbwmI/AAAAAAAAAIc/ufpX2g_u0G4/s1600-h/DSC00121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357596977324081762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G-bpI7DT_2o/SloCEKsbwmI/AAAAAAAAAIc/ufpX2g_u0G4/s320/DSC00121.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Xiaoyan and Tze Lin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G-bpI7DT_2o/SloB_YY5vMI/AAAAAAAAAIU/fSgTDQgOy4A/s1600-h/DSC00116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357596895100910786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G-bpI7DT_2o/SloB_YY5vMI/AAAAAAAAAIU/fSgTDQgOy4A/s320/DSC00116.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Me and her again!! So cacat cuz I took the photo. XP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/956243184315768437-3144607992255411589?l=uberlyinlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uberlyinlove.blogspot.com/feeds/3144607992255411589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=956243184315768437&amp;postID=3144607992255411589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956243184315768437/posts/default/3144607992255411589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956243184315768437/posts/default/3144607992255411589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uberlyinlove.blogspot.com/2009/07/push-concert.html' title='P.U.S.H Concert'/><author><name>Dylan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11654564097032579997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G-bpI7DT_2o/SloCmFY-bOI/AAAAAAAAAIs/KbIYwmuSJ1s/s72-c/DSC00123.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-956243184315768437.post-8459511357573365601</id><published>2009-07-05T17:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T06:47:28.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Transformers 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G-bpI7DT_2o/SlFKgafZDvI/AAAAAAAAAHk/5OBqzUTQ4jM/s1600-h/OHD2_int1s.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355143352647487218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 216px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G-bpI7DT_2o/SlFKgafZDvI/AAAAAAAAAHk/5OBqzUTQ4jM/s320/OHD2_int1s.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;TRANSFORMERS 2 ROCKSS!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Went to watch transformers with my friends yesterday at 1u.. It was Azreena's bday so we were there to celebrate her bday. Damn that show is awesome!! I wanna go watch again. Hahaha.. Anyone going, please invite me k???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Anyway, this was what we did while we were there..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I reached 1u with my bro at 12.30.. We quickly rushed to buy Azreena's bday present cuz we thought she was already there. So while I was buying the present.. Weng Yan called and said he wanna share present. So ok la. All 3 of us share 1 gift. Swt man.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Then Xiaoyan called.. While talking to her and trying to find Weng Yan in F.O.S, I bumped into Yue Teng. And I took a few seconds before I realised I bumped into her. hahahaha. After we met up with W.Y, we went to CHILLIS.. hahahaha. But!!! We had to wait for like 15 minutes cuz no place to sit. So ok la, we went walking around. Then we passed Addidas and Nike.. My bro wanted a bottle, so he bought this quite tiny looking bottle from Addidas that costs like 25 bucks. I also wanted to buy another bottle cuz I lost mine, but I wanted the Nike wann. The old spraying wan. Sobsob. But they no stock liao. So ok la, forget about it. Continued our journey walking with no place in mind, then walked back.. Hahahaha. We reached the restaurant, sat down.. And I took some pics of the girls but malas wanna post cuz only got 2 or 3. Weng Yan and my bro too shy. Hahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Then..... Azreena came!!! Hahaha.. Started ordering asap. Hahahaha. While waiting for the food to come, W.Y was playing with the knives.. =.= It's so dangerous. But it seems to amuse him. hahaha. Ok. After eating, we went up to the cinema and we were right on time. Hahaha. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;When the show finished, my ass was numb. Hahaha. Btw, I hope the person sitting next to me wasnt bothered by me using my hp.. XDDD That show was worth it man. Worth getting ur ass numbed for. hahaha. So we started walking around again, this time looking for Xiaoyan's earrings. But instead, we went to dreamworld 1st. Hahaha. Its interestingg. Although everything was written in like japanese or something. Hahaha. Took damn alot of pics. XP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Once we were done, we went looking for the earringss. Hahaha. Went into so many shops till we found one 3 for 10 shop. XD I hope I chosed some nice ones for Xiaoyan though. Hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Then we went back to Addidas again. Cuz yeah, someone said Extreme got sell nike bottles wan. But when we were there, got nothing wan. Hahahaha. So yeah, I bought this ok ok bottle which is a bit bigger than my bro's wan but same price. Hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;That's mostly everything we did during that awesome day. Happy bday again Azreena!! Hope you had funn..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/956243184315768437-8459511357573365601?l=uberlyinlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uberlyinlove.blogspot.com/feeds/8459511357573365601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=956243184315768437&amp;postID=8459511357573365601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956243184315768437/posts/default/8459511357573365601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956243184315768437/posts/default/8459511357573365601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uberlyinlove.blogspot.com/2009/07/transformers-2.html' title='Transformers 2'/><author><name>Dylan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11654564097032579997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G-bpI7DT_2o/SlFKgafZDvI/AAAAAAAAAHk/5OBqzUTQ4jM/s72-c/OHD2_int1s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-956243184315768437.post-1842024200463142043</id><published>2009-06-28T07:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T07:36:43.219-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Picss</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G-bpI7DT_2o/Skd97Q8QmEI/AAAAAAAAAGo/hUOEWq2CxOQ/s1600-h/DSC00116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352385139266590786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G-bpI7DT_2o/Skd97Q8QmEI/AAAAAAAAAGo/hUOEWq2CxOQ/s320/DSC00116.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt; Can you see that?? He won. Hahaha. Amazingg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G-bpI7DT_2o/Skd9u1HcmjI/AAAAAAAAAGg/MMs1fCCdMYk/s1600-h/DSC00115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352384925638892082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G-bpI7DT_2o/Skd9u1HcmjI/AAAAAAAAAGg/MMs1fCCdMYk/s320/DSC00115.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt; Weng Yan playing Sudden Attack. hahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G-bpI7DT_2o/Skd9K0hv8hI/AAAAAAAAAGY/3vBOaFCNmOc/s1600-h/DSC00106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352384307005485586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G-bpI7DT_2o/Skd9K0hv8hI/AAAAAAAAAGY/3vBOaFCNmOc/s320/DSC00106.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt; Can you see me?? Hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G-bpI7DT_2o/Skd81NB9_cI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/tuFCRDu7G1U/s1600-h/DSC00104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352383935625952706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G-bpI7DT_2o/Skd81NB9_cI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/tuFCRDu7G1U/s320/DSC00104.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt; I think Haris was dancing after beating Jaspreet. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G-bpI7DT_2o/Skd8jAQbygI/AAAAAAAAAGI/4V2XjWyPAOc/s1600-h/DSC00105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352383622959319554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G-bpI7DT_2o/Skd8jAQbygI/AAAAAAAAAGI/4V2XjWyPAOc/s320/DSC00105.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt; Douche bag and Jaspreet playing Wii. Hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G-bpI7DT_2o/Skd8W1qG1eI/AAAAAAAAAGA/fAdjn877Ngw/s1600-h/DSC00108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352383413955778018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G-bpI7DT_2o/Skd8W1qG1eI/AAAAAAAAAGA/fAdjn877Ngw/s320/DSC00108.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt; The gay bastard!! XP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G-bpI7DT_2o/Skd796yss_I/AAAAAAAAAF4/VO63mHwilRk/s1600-h/DSC00109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352382985837261810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G-bpI7DT_2o/Skd796yss_I/AAAAAAAAAF4/VO63mHwilRk/s320/DSC00109.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt; What is Alicia looking at?? Hahaha. Tsk tsk tsk. Never pose for camera. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G-bpI7DT_2o/Skd7BcImbTI/AAAAAAAAAFw/hneYSqbt-u4/s1600-h/DSC00110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352381946815474994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G-bpI7DT_2o/Skd7BcImbTI/AAAAAAAAAFw/hneYSqbt-u4/s320/DSC00110.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt; Azreena looking so boredd. Maybe cuz Yue Teng was boring??? XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G-bpI7DT_2o/Skd6XseJshI/AAAAAAAAAFo/nGzypKp9WaA/s1600-h/DSC00112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352381229646328338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G-bpI7DT_2o/Skd6XseJshI/AAAAAAAAAFo/nGzypKp9WaA/s320/DSC00112.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt; Smilessssss.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G-bpI7DT_2o/Skd6Bc-XeMI/AAAAAAAAAFg/_5VW9NOL4sU/s1600-h/DSC00111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352380847529359554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G-bpI7DT_2o/Skd6Bc-XeMI/AAAAAAAAAFg/_5VW9NOL4sU/s320/DSC00111.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Yue Teng, Alicia and Azreena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G-bpI7DT_2o/Skd5kME57jI/AAAAAAAAAFY/hUiNm7tO0ck/s1600-h/DSC00113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352380344777174578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G-bpI7DT_2o/Skd5kME57jI/AAAAAAAAAFY/hUiNm7tO0ck/s320/DSC00113.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt; Blue:Yue Teng  Red:Azreena  Orange:Me!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G-bpI7DT_2o/Skd5R2sLLkI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/Wu2guupfUsI/s1600-h/best+friends.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352380029798657602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G-bpI7DT_2o/Skd5R2sLLkI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/Wu2guupfUsI/s320/best+friends.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt; Me and the girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&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/956243184315768437-1842024200463142043?l=uberlyinlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uberlyinlove.blogspot.com/feeds/1842024200463142043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=956243184315768437&amp;postID=1842024200463142043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956243184315768437/posts/default/1842024200463142043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956243184315768437/posts/default/1842024200463142043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uberlyinlove.blogspot.com/2009/06/picss.html' title='Picss'/><author><name>Dylan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11654564097032579997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G-bpI7DT_2o/Skd97Q8QmEI/AAAAAAAAAGo/hUOEWq2CxOQ/s72-c/DSC00116.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-956243184315768437.post-7661571816539366213</id><published>2009-06-28T04:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T07:37:23.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hangout at my house</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G-bpI7DT_2o/SkdTwZp9KCI/AAAAAAAAAEw/jcBU2UaIZhE/s1600-h/DSC00108%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Today was funnnnnn!!! Hahaha. I had Jaspreet, Weng Yan, Haris, Azreena, Yue Teng and Alicia over to my house today.. Lets see what I did today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Weng Yan reached my house at around 10. Yeah, damn early. Actually he was the earliest. The rest came around 12 or 1. Hahaha. We planned to go out for bah kut teh for lunch. But since my grandmother and mum were still busy dressing up, I took him up to the computer room and we played SUDDEN ATTACK!!!! Hahaha. He was surprisingly damn pro for a person who never played before. By the way, thanks again weng yan for the VERY-belated present. Hahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;After a few games, my family got in the car and started shouting and calling us down. So we quickly rushed down and we began our journey. We took almost an hour drive to that restaurant. No doubt it was boring in the car cuz everyone was silent but luckily for me, I was listening to music. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;The moment we reached, we ordered our food and then!!! I sms-ed cherish to disturb Weng Yan by telling her he still likes her. Hahaha. *Cant tell you any more than that*.. hahaha. The food there was absolutely delicious. Hahaha. After eating, we got back in the car and this time, it wasnt so boring anymore. There was laughter, well mostly from Weng Yan and my bro cuz they were trying to snatch my hp away. Then I smsed Yue Teng and Haris to ask them to come now.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;We reached the house, and a few moments later, Yue Teng arrived. During that time, I was trashing Weng Yan in pool. Hahaha. You should've seen it man.. Total ownage. Hahaha. Then Yue Teng joined the game. 2 vs 1.. Certainly I was the one who solo-ed. Hehe. And well yeah, in the middle of the game, Haris came and while I was greeting him, Yue Teng and Weng Yan pushed all their balls into the holes. Hahaha. Seeming as if they won. XP &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;So this time, we played again with Yue Teng on my side and Haris with Weng Yan. WE totally owned them. Hahaha. I shot 5 balls in, in a row!! Including an AWESOME jump shot. Hahaha. Then, we went out to play basketball.. Man, it was tiring. Haha. Considering Haris(the tall bastard) playing with Weng Yan. It was so tiring to get the ball from them. Hahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Then while playing, Azreena came!! Hahaha. She came in and joined us playing basketball. Boy, we sweated like hell.. Especially Weng Yan. Hahaha. He was like a monkey.. Jumping up and down. So we stopped, and they went to the pool room again. This time they didnt let me play.. =.= Hahaha. And I had to go up and down to get drinks for everyone. Luckily Azreena and Alicia helped me. Or else I'll die standing man.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;After playing, they went all the way up to the dance room. Me and Haris played pokemon cards while the rest were playing Wii. Hahaha. I owned Haris like mad man.. Then after playing a few rounds with him.. We went back down again to play basketball cuz Jaspreet came. Hahaha. Man that guy is violent. So scary playing with him. Like before, everyone was tired and soon went back up to the dance room again. This time the girls went down to the karaoke room, Weng Yan and my bro went to the computer room, and Haris and Jaspreet stayed at the dance room to play Wii. Hahaha. And I was so bored so I went taking pics of everyone. Hahaha. Plus I had to check up on everyone every once and awhile to make sure everything's ok. Imagine going up and down SO many times. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Then, I went down to the karaoke room and the 'suasana' there was crazy man. Especially cuz of Yue Teng. Hahaha. And the worst part was, I can never escape. Hahaha. The girls were like pulling me and blocking the door so I was stuck. Hahaha. They forced me to sing 'Breaking free' with Yue Teng and I didnt. So yeah, she emo-ed. Hahaha. The only way out of there was to sing a song with her. sobs. So I sang 'bye bye bye' with her. XP And I suck like crap man. Hahaha.. And of course, took some picsss. Hahaha.. (pics in the next post)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/956243184315768437-7661571816539366213?l=uberlyinlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uberlyinlove.blogspot.com/feeds/7661571816539366213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=956243184315768437&amp;postID=7661571816539366213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956243184315768437/posts/default/7661571816539366213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956243184315768437/posts/default/7661571816539366213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uberlyinlove.blogspot.com/2009/06/hangout-at-my-house.html' title='Hangout at my house'/><author><name>Dylan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11654564097032579997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-956243184315768437.post-7206467043437635865</id><published>2009-06-15T18:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T06:52:44.285-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is there another meaning underneath every word?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;If you love someone, would you hurt them?&lt;br /&gt;Even if they hurt you so badly, would you have the heart to take revenge?&lt;br /&gt;Would you rather stand the pain eventhough its hurting you so much?&lt;br /&gt;If you cared, could you still sleep at night knowing you hurt them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess love isn't something fun. It's something amazing only when you look at it every point of view. Love hurts so bad. Yet everyone still wants them. The feeling that you like someone will definetely bring you someday to 'love'.. But you can never stop. You can't stop liking a person. Its so weird. Eventhough you know the consequences, you still take that jump.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To her:&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what's wrong, why you're treating me this way.. We fought and eventually we got back but, why does it seem like you never came back? Like you're still avoiding me. I'm 110% sure this time I didn't do anything wrong. I never did anything to hurt you. So why are you hurting me? Why are you still being that way? Shouldn't it be over by now? The holidays ended, and I don't think you even missed me. You told me you hated playboys and bitches. Why are you trying to be one? Am I a toy to you? For you to play around? If not, why are you treating me like one? Don't you think it hurts me? Don't you even care?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/956243184315768437-7206467043437635865?l=uberlyinlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uberlyinlove.blogspot.com/feeds/7206467043437635865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=956243184315768437&amp;postID=7206467043437635865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956243184315768437/posts/default/7206467043437635865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956243184315768437/posts/default/7206467043437635865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uberlyinlove.blogspot.com/2009/06/is-there-another-meaning-underneath.html' title='Is there another meaning underneath every word?'/><author><name>Dylan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11654564097032579997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-956243184315768437.post-1008839071829826180</id><published>2009-06-09T06:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T07:10:23.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What do I say when there's nothing to be said</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I love you&lt;/span&gt; Xiaoyan. How do I tell you that I need you? I've been looking and searching through dictionaries, everywhere. But no word seem to be able to describe how uberly in love I am with you and that I need you so much. If there was a word that could relate to that particular feeling, I could swear I'd use it everyday. Because not even &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;'I love you'&lt;/span&gt; can tell you how much I miss you right now. Its just so hard to believe that you'd actually give up. I know you wouldn't no matter what. But I just can't believe you don't love me anymore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're not happy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Call me a liar, but you're too easy to read. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can understand what you feel right now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I understand that you're not happy. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know when you're lying. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know when you tell the truth. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know you love me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So why are you still avoiding me ? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/956243184315768437-1008839071829826180?l=uberlyinlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uberlyinlove.blogspot.com/feeds/1008839071829826180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=956243184315768437&amp;postID=1008839071829826180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956243184315768437/posts/default/1008839071829826180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956243184315768437/posts/default/1008839071829826180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uberlyinlove.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-do-i-say-when-theres-nothing-to-be.html' title='What do I say when there&apos;s nothing to be said'/><author><name>Dylan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11654564097032579997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-956243184315768437.post-2021804123159926824</id><published>2009-05-05T05:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T05:23:22.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Last Wish</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;"Because I love you, That's why I'm leaving you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought she'd stay, I thought after everything we've been through, she would understand what I'm feeling inside. She always told me to spill out my problems to her and never keep it inside, but everytime I do, she gets all sad or mad at me. I wish I never told her. Bcuz then, at least I'll still have her with me. But its so hard right now, she seemed so sure when I asked her if she was really happy with this. She said "YES!! VERY VERY HAPPY !!!" For some reasons, I knew she was lying to me again. Bcuz her smile can never hide her frown. It never did, even after 11 months with her, she still sucked at that. But maybe she really is telling the truth, maybe after 11 months, I suck at that now. Ting Xiao Yan, the girl I loved so much IS(not was) the most beautiful, most loving, most caring girl I've ever known. Yeah, I know I suck at being a bf. But I had the time of my life being with you. The way you sing ALMOST 24/7, the way you called me till late at night or VERY early in the morning, the way that you get jealous over something little I do, the way you become a monkey when you're hyper.. I'm gonna miss all this. Guess I never appreciated it enough when I had it. I promise I'll help you to move on. Eventhough you know I suck at it. I'll try not to look at you. At least then you won't have to see me cry. =D I'm here for you no matter what. You know I'll always love ya. Even if you don't anymore. Da da love baby.. Hope you'll be happier now that you're free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/956243184315768437-2021804123159926824?l=uberlyinlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uberlyinlove.blogspot.com/feeds/2021804123159926824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=956243184315768437&amp;postID=2021804123159926824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956243184315768437/posts/default/2021804123159926824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956243184315768437/posts/default/2021804123159926824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uberlyinlove.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-last-wish.html' title='My Last Wish'/><author><name>Dylan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11654564097032579997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-956243184315768437.post-3840398850483490237</id><published>2009-04-11T16:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T17:41:29.462-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged by Xiaoyan &amp; Joey.. XD</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;1. Last beverage→ A glass of water&lt;br /&gt;2. Last phone call → My xiaoyan! XP&lt;br /&gt;3. Last text message→ Xiaoyan also. haha&lt;br /&gt;4. Last song you listened to→ Its not over by Chris Daughtry.&lt;br /&gt;5. Last time you cried → Tuesday (7/04/09). Believe me, if you were me, you'd kill yourself..&lt;br /&gt;6.Dated someone twice → Yeah, guess so.&lt;br /&gt;7. Been cheated on?&lt;br /&gt;Nope. Hoping it won't happen though. haha&lt;br /&gt;8. Kissed someone &amp;amp; regretted it?&lt;br /&gt;Nope. hehe&lt;br /&gt;9. Lost someone special?&lt;br /&gt;Dunno XP&lt;br /&gt;10. Been depressed?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. Eversince that stupid day.&lt;br /&gt;11. Been drunk?&lt;br /&gt;Nahh...hate the taste of beer or wine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIST THREE FAVORITE COLOURS:&lt;br /&gt;12. Black&lt;br /&gt;13. Red&lt;br /&gt;14. White&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU:&lt;br /&gt;15. Made new friends → Yeah. They're awesome man !!&lt;br /&gt;16. Fallen out of love → Yeap&lt;br /&gt;17. Laughed until you cried → haha. yeah. damn yue teng and christopher man !! haha. i don't know wad they did, but i couldn't stop laughing. ^^&lt;br /&gt;18. Met someone who changed you→ Yeah...&lt;br /&gt;19. Found out who your true friends were→ Hopefully..&lt;br /&gt;20. Found out someone was talking about you→Um...wo pu che dao. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;21. Kissed anyone on your friend's list→ Nope. Haha&lt;br /&gt;23. How many kids do you want to have→ 2. 1 girl 1 boy.&lt;br /&gt;24. Do you have any pets → Yeap. Millions of dogs. Haha. For people who've been to my, you'll understand what I'm saying la. Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;25. Do you want to change your name→ Nah, love it just the way it is. Hehe&lt;br /&gt;26. What did you do for your last birthday→ Nothing. Just played ps2 for the whole day till my eyes burned. Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;27. What time did you wake up today? 7am. My darling woke me up. haha&lt;br /&gt;28. What were you doing at midnight last night→ Sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;29. Name something you CANNOT wait for → To go on another date with xiaoyan. XDXDXD. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;30. Last time you saw your father→ 2 weeks ago..&lt;br /&gt;31. What is one thing you wish you could change about your life → To be smarter. No wait, less lazier. haha&lt;br /&gt;32. What are you listening to right now → The sound of birds chirping. Haha. They're damn loud you know !!&lt;br /&gt;33. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom → Nope.&lt;br /&gt;34. What's getting on your nerves right now? → My stupid fringe. Haha&lt;br /&gt;36. What's your real name → Dylan la of course..&lt;br /&gt;37. Relationship Status → Taken. And happy with it. haha&lt;br /&gt;38. Zodiac sign → Tauros&lt;br /&gt;39. Male or female→ male la. swt&lt;br /&gt;40. Elementary→ SKDJ(2)&lt;br /&gt;41. Middle School → SMK Damansara Jaya&lt;br /&gt;42. High school → Wo pu che dao&lt;br /&gt;43. Hair color → Black.&lt;br /&gt;44. Long or short → Short but long fringe. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;45. Height → Not sure&lt;br /&gt;47. What do you like about yourself?&lt;br /&gt;That I have someone very special with me&lt;br /&gt;48. Piercings → Nope&lt;br /&gt;49. Tattoos → Nope.&lt;br /&gt;50. Righty or lefty →Lefty. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIRSTS :&lt;br /&gt;51. First surgery → never had one before.&lt;br /&gt;52. First piercing → No piercing. hehe&lt;br /&gt;53. First tattoo → Nope&lt;br /&gt;54. First best friend → Mistika I think. I've known her since Tadika. haha&lt;br /&gt;55. First sport you joined → Badminton.&lt;br /&gt;56. First pet → Dog.&lt;br /&gt;57. First vacation→ Pulau Pinang. haha&lt;br /&gt;58. First concert → Don't know what it was called. But i know Elliot Yamin was there.&lt;br /&gt;59. First crush → haha. surprisingly it was Mistika.&lt;br /&gt;60. First alcohol drink → None.&lt;br /&gt;61. Eating →Forgot liao.&lt;br /&gt;62. Drinking → Dunno&lt;br /&gt;63. I'm about to → finish posting this blog. haha&lt;br /&gt;64. Listening to → nothing.&lt;br /&gt;65. Waiting for → her to call me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOUR FUTURE :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;66. Want kids? Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;67. Want to get married? duhh. haha. who doesn't. its interesting, hehe&lt;br /&gt;68. Careers in mind? None YET.. XP&lt;br /&gt;69. Lips or eyes → Eyes.&lt;br /&gt;70. Hugs or kisses → Hugs.&lt;br /&gt;71. Shorter or taller → Taller.&lt;br /&gt;72. Older or Younger → Don't wanna grow old only. haha&lt;br /&gt;73. Romantic or spontaneous → both&lt;br /&gt;74. Nice stomach or nice arms → Er...both will be the best. hehe&lt;br /&gt;75. Tattoos or piercings→ Neither.&lt;br /&gt;76. Sensitive or loud → Sensitive I guess.&lt;br /&gt;77. Hook-up or relationship → Relationship.&lt;br /&gt;78. Trouble maker or hesitant→ Hesitant.&lt;br /&gt;79. Kissed a stranger → Nope.&lt;br /&gt;80. Drank hard liquor → Nope.&lt;br /&gt;81. Lost glasses/contacts → I don't wear glasses. ^^&lt;br /&gt;82. Sex on first date → Nope&lt;br /&gt;83. Broken someone's heart? I dunno. Sobs&lt;br /&gt;84. Had your own heart broken → Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;85. Been arrested? Nah. Kena from teacher got la.&lt;br /&gt;86. Turned someone down → I guess so.&lt;br /&gt;87. Cried when someone died → yeah. of course la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU BELIEVE IN :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;89. Yourself → Of course.&lt;br /&gt;90. Miracles → Actually, I do.&lt;br /&gt;91. Love at first sight → Used to. Till she came along. ^^&lt;br /&gt;92. Heaven → Yeah&lt;br /&gt;93. Santa Claus → Used to&lt;br /&gt;94. Kissing on the first date? → Depends.&lt;br /&gt;95. Angels → Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANSWER TRUTHFULLY:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;96. Is there one person you want to be with right now? → Yeah. Absolutely.&lt;br /&gt;97. Had more than one boyfriend/girlfriend at one time? → nope. Just one.&lt;br /&gt;98. Do you believe it's possible to remain faithful forever?&lt;br /&gt;Its only if you want to. So yeah, of course you can..&lt;br /&gt;99. What's the one thing you cannot live without? Friends, family and my darling. hehe&lt;br /&gt;100.Tag 10 ppl?&lt;br /&gt;Anyone. Woots. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/956243184315768437-3840398850483490237?l=uberlyinlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uberlyinlove.blogspot.com/feeds/3840398850483490237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=956243184315768437&amp;postID=3840398850483490237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956243184315768437/posts/default/3840398850483490237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956243184315768437/posts/default/3840398850483490237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uberlyinlove.blogspot.com/2009/04/tagged-by-xiaoyan-joey-xd.html' title='Tagged by Xiaoyan &amp; Joey.. XD'/><author><name>Dylan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11654564097032579997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-956243184315768437.post-8344916684597086089</id><published>2009-04-04T20:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T20:55:34.981-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Xiao Yan, I love you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;No matter what, we can't seem to break up. We're meant to be together, so much that no one and nothing could ever break us apart. Sure we fight alot, but in the end, we'll always apologize and be happy again. That's what couples do right ?? I hope you'll believe in this relationship like you used to. You used to always stop me when I even get close to thinking about giving up. I know you care about me, about us. But I hope that you know that I need you. Even no matter how desperate I should be just to be with you, I'll do it becuz I really do wanna be with you. No doubt. I'm sorry for not giving you freedom like you said. I love you da. I really mean it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I hope you won't give up. I know you don't want to. I love you, You love me. What else is there to a perfect relationship ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/956243184315768437-8344916684597086089?l=uberlyinlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uberlyinlove.blogspot.com/feeds/8344916684597086089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=956243184315768437&amp;postID=8344916684597086089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956243184315768437/posts/default/8344916684597086089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956243184315768437/posts/default/8344916684597086089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uberlyinlove.blogspot.com/2009/04/xiao-yan-i-love-you.html' title='Xiao Yan, I love you.'/><author><name>Dylan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11654564097032579997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-956243184315768437.post-210507984138540219</id><published>2009-02-21T20:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T21:06:13.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merentas Desa..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Hey !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Long time never update. But yeah, I finally know how to post pics from my hp. Hahaha. This are some pics that I took with my da on that day la. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305482710616270690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G-bpI7DT_2o/SaDcamhCZ2I/AAAAAAAAADE/pJ_mGo43vUc/s320/xiaoyan+and+i.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;                                                         My hair looks damn sakai..XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305482712812980706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G-bpI7DT_2o/SaDcausxieI/AAAAAAAAAC8/wGEPBvaqMAE/s320/me+and+xiaoyan.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                                                  &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;This is a nice pic. But its too bright. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305483270720816882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G-bpI7DT_2o/SaDc7NEXhvI/AAAAAAAAADM/53xID9Kg9bY/s320/DSC000791.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;                                                                      Lame huh ?? Lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/956243184315768437-210507984138540219?l=uberlyinlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uberlyinlove.blogspot.com/feeds/210507984138540219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=956243184315768437&amp;postID=210507984138540219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956243184315768437/posts/default/210507984138540219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956243184315768437/posts/default/210507984138540219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uberlyinlove.blogspot.com/2009/02/merentas-desa.html' title='Merentas Desa..'/><author><name>Dylan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11654564097032579997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G-bpI7DT_2o/SaDcamhCZ2I/AAAAAAAAADE/pJ_mGo43vUc/s72-c/xiaoyan+and+i.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-956243184315768437.post-2563661551497012239</id><published>2009-02-14T04:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T04:32:25.074-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The sweetest to day to remember</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Hey..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Happy valentine's day everybody!!! Hope you guys had a wonderful day today. Its damn lucky for me that today was a school day le. Anyway, just wanted to thank my best gf for everything she's done today. I had a wonderful 1st valentine's day. So lame hor ?? haha. Well, this is the 1st time I actually received presents for valentine's day le. Hahaha. Thank you so much da !!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;She gave me this very cute telescope thinggi that's written " i love you" when you look through it. It was seriously damn sweet weiyhh. And another thing she gave me was this VERY cute teddy bear. Although now i have two d. Hahaha. I'm like a girl weiyh. Sobsob. But still, its damn sweet le. Imagine a cute bear with "i love you" on its chest. hehe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;And thanks again for the sweets Azreena. Haha. It was really funny when me and weng yan got the blue coloured bags and christopher, yue teng and alicia had yellow bags. Its like azreena trying to tell christopher that he's a girl. hahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;One more thingggg !!! GOOD LUCK HARIS !! you know wad i mean la. hahahaha. Thanks again xiaoyan. For the best valentine's ever. I wish everyday could be valentine's. I love you baby !! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wanna spend forever with you. Thanks for all the love you've given me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; I hope you'll never take it away one day. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I need you, I miss you, but most of all, I LOVE YOU!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/956243184315768437-2563661551497012239?l=uberlyinlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uberlyinlove.blogspot.com/feeds/2563661551497012239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=956243184315768437&amp;postID=2563661551497012239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956243184315768437/posts/default/2563661551497012239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956243184315768437/posts/default/2563661551497012239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uberlyinlove.blogspot.com/2009/02/sweetest-to-day-to-remember.html' title='The sweetest to day to remember'/><author><name>Dylan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11654564097032579997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-956243184315768437.post-884685413285433671</id><published>2009-01-20T18:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T05:04:51.844-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Live today and never regret it</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;To you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sad or unhappy because of you la. I just miss all the times we get to hang out with each other. Our love isn't history. We're still loving each other.. We're holding on cuz we love each other alot. I just want my da to spend all her time with me like she used to la. If cannot then never mind la. All i wanna know is that you're TRYING to spend time with me. You used to try so hard wan.. Now its like whatever lorr. Can then can, cannot then cannot lorr. I miss you da. I really wish i could go back juz a few months before. But i can't. Besides, I love where i am now. I've never had anyone stay with me for this long before. No one understood my feelings before you.. I just hope you won't let it all end just becuz of me missing you.. I just want you to try again. Not to be the 'old' you.. But to be someone that keeps trying to show me how much you love me everyday.. I hope you'll understand what i'm trying to say..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;P/s: I love you.. And I'm sorry for everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/956243184315768437-884685413285433671?l=uberlyinlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uberlyinlove.blogspot.com/feeds/884685413285433671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=956243184315768437&amp;postID=884685413285433671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956243184315768437/posts/default/884685413285433671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956243184315768437/posts/default/884685413285433671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uberlyinlove.blogspot.com/2009/01/live-today-and-never-regret-it.html' title='Live today and never regret it'/><author><name>Dylan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11654564097032579997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-956243184315768437.post-6157554366492821673</id><published>2008-12-31T16:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T06:31:00.487-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Happy New Year to EVERYONE.. 2008 is now officially HISTORY... sobsob!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I kinda miss 2008 already. Well 2008 was the best year.. I met alot of friends,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;found a great gf and had loads of fun with my family.., and a million reasons more la..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;haha.. I can't believe 2008 passed by me so fast. Its like 1 minute you're living it, and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;the next minute.. its GONE !! so sad.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Anyway.. My bro and I had to baby-sit (not baby-sit, juz something like baby-sitting, only for 10 year old kids) Honestly, when they 1st arrive, it was extremely troublesome to take care of them. Ok let me see.. There were four girls and two guys.. I'll list down their name n age. Hehe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;1. Ashley (10)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;2. Ashley (5)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;3. Chloe (10)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;4. Liesl (10)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;5. Isaac (5)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;6. Liam (5)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;The only thing I had to do was make sure they stay at the dancing room and play the Wii. Hahaha. So yeah, when they 1st came, i thought i wanted to die d. But then ashley said she knew how to play. So dun have to teach lorr. Senang for me. hahaha. But she's quite bitchy though. My 1st impression of her la. (if you can read this, sorry.. haha. juz telling the truth)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;So yeah, they played the Wii for about 1 hour. Then the troubles start. Chloe and ashley TOO smart d. So they went to my grandmother's room to play with the chihuahuas. But guess what.. While they were playing, one of the chihuahuas shit on chloe's leg. HAHAHA. That was damn funny. But she was damn smart. She ran around the house with shit on her leg instead of washing it off.. Imagine how yuck-ish it'll be. Hahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Then yeah, they don't feel embarassed or anything wan. Directly after that, they came down to the computer room. And I had to follow them EVERYWHERE they went. So yeah. Hello computer room !! hehe. So yeah, ashley kept printing out hannah montanah's songs or something.. And chloe was checking her friendster or hotmail or wtv la. hahaha. Liesl was damn quiet (or shy).. So yeah. She juz watched them doing wad they're doing la. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;After awhile, my grandmother came up and marah me cuz i brought them down to the office. So byebye office.. We went back to the dancing room to watch those small guys playing the Wii. hahaha. Then being stubborn, they went back down to the office again. And yeah, I was dragged down too.. sobsob. But yeah this time, we got to know each other better. So yeah, at least its easier to chat with them once they settled down becuz they like to scream and shout wan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;They're actually quite friendly.. And ashley didnt really sound like a bitch anymore after awhile la. Its juz that she's born talking lyk an english person. And she has a very high voice. So u can imagine why I said she sounded bitchy la. Hahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Then 5 minutes before 12 o'clock. My grandmother shouted here and there saying "get down to the living room!!!!", "get down, get down !!!!" So yeah, we all rushed down to the living room and there was a cake there. Hahaha. Sooo.. We sat down on the floor and waited for my grandmother. She brought ALL her friends to the living room. So imagine how crowded it is la. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Anyway they took alot of pics. I'll try upload the pics if I can get it from my grandmother la..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;After cutting the cake, we went up to the dancing room to watch the fireworks. Then chloe asked me something. "Don't you wish your girlfriend was right next to you watching the fireworks ?? So I rushed down to the computer room, and &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;she&lt;/span&gt; was online.. But those kids followed me down. So yeah, they were lyk all around me watching my conversation with &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt;. But yeah, after awhile, they got bored and went up to the dancing room again. But only 1 kepo monkey stayed back and watched everything. hahahahaha. Then &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;she&lt;/span&gt; wanted to sleep, sooo ok lorr. I'm forced to say goodbye to &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt;.. I just yeah, missed &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt; alot yesterday. Imagine spending your new year with a bunch of kids than spending it with the one you love. It hurts alot la. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Then, all the girls came running back down to the computer room again. They wanted to play monopoly (the credit card version) cuz they never played it before..The monopoly idea came from my bro's overly sized brain. So yeah, I'm forced to go ALL the way up to my room and take down the monopoly AND set it up for them.. No one won cuz after awhile, ashley got bored of it and quit. hahahaha. So yeah, they went down to eat the leftover food cuz they were damn bored d. Then yeah, we were chatting about our schools and all of us found out that ashley can't speak malay. Hahaha. She always gets all A's for her exams and F's for her BM subjects. She hardly understands malay. So yeah, the only thing she understands is &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;"kamu seorang yang bodoh"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;.. &lt;/span&gt;Hahahaha. So after eating, they went up to play the Wii again. Played a few games, then it was time for them to chao d. It was like almost 3 in the morning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;So yeah, escorted them and their parents to their car. Said goodnight, blah blah blah.. The yeah, my bro and I went up to the computer room and the dancing room to clean up the mess. Then its was time to finally catch some ZZzzzz's. hahahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Ok people. That's mostly all about my new year day yesterday.. Hope you enjoyed yours too..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy New Year !!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/956243184315768437-6157554366492821673?l=uberlyinlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uberlyinlove.blogspot.com/feeds/6157554366492821673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=956243184315768437&amp;postID=6157554366492821673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956243184315768437/posts/default/6157554366492821673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956243184315768437/posts/default/6157554366492821673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uberlyinlove.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-new-year-to-everyone.html' title='Happy New Year'/><author><name>Dylan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11654564097032579997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-956243184315768437.post-3787538155271894482</id><published>2008-12-24T05:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T03:18:41.703-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't want any happy ending. B'cuz I never want it to end..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;We got back together.. Haha. Finally weiyh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;To &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;someone&lt;/span&gt;: Haha. I got her back le. I'm so lucky I didn't let her go.. But still yeah. Thanks for the advise though..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The longest girl I've been with..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The hardest girl for me to keep..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The girl I gave up everything for..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The girl who has my heart..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The girl I love so damn much..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The girl who means everything to me..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I got her back in my life again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;And I'm hoping I'll never have to lose her again..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/956243184315768437-3787538155271894482?l=uberlyinlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uberlyinlove.blogspot.com/feeds/3787538155271894482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=956243184315768437&amp;postID=3787538155271894482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956243184315768437/posts/default/3787538155271894482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956243184315768437/posts/default/3787538155271894482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uberlyinlove.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-dont-want-any-happy-ending-bcuz-i_24.html' title='I don&apos;t want any happy ending. B&apos;cuz I never want it to end..'/><author><name>Dylan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11654564097032579997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-956243184315768437.post-5597027061650265156</id><published>2008-12-07T04:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T04:24:59.155-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I need you back. I just can't take it any longer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I don't want a lot for Christmas&lt;br /&gt;There is just one thing I need&lt;br /&gt;I don't care about the presents&lt;br /&gt;Underneath the Christmas tree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I just want you for my own&lt;br /&gt;More than you could ever know&lt;br /&gt;Make my wish come true&lt;br /&gt;All I want for Christmas is you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I don't want a lot for Christmas&lt;br /&gt;There is just one thing I need&lt;br /&gt;And I don't care about the presents&lt;br /&gt;Underneath the Christmas tree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I don't need to hang my stocking&lt;br /&gt;There upon the fireplace&lt;br /&gt;Santa Claus won't make me happy&lt;br /&gt;With a toy on Christmas day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I just want you for my own&lt;br /&gt;More than you could ever know&lt;br /&gt;Make my wish come true&lt;br /&gt;All I want for Christmas is you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I won't ask for much this Christmas&lt;br /&gt;I won't even wish for snow&lt;br /&gt;And I, I just wanna keep on waiting&lt;br /&gt;Underneath the mistletoe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I won't make a list and send it&lt;br /&gt;To the North Pole for St. Nick&lt;br /&gt;I won't even stay awake&lt;br /&gt;To hear those magic reindeer click&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Cause I just want you here tonight&lt;br /&gt;Holding onto me so tight&lt;br /&gt;What more can I do&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby, all I want for Christmas is you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;All the lights are shining&lt;br /&gt;So brightly everywhere&lt;br /&gt;And the sound of childrens'&lt;br /&gt;Laughter fills the air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;And everyone is singing&lt;br /&gt;I hear those sleigh bells ringing&lt;br /&gt;Santa won't you bring me&lt;br /&gt;The one I really need&lt;br /&gt;Won't you please bring my baby to me, quickly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I don't want a lot for Christmas&lt;br /&gt;This is all I'm asking for&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna see my baby&lt;br /&gt;Standing right outside my door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I just want you for my own&lt;br /&gt;More than you could ever know&lt;br /&gt;Make my wish come true&lt;br /&gt;Baby, all I want for Christmas is you&lt;br /&gt;All I want for Christmas is you, baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Xiaoyan,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't handle life without you. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm missing you so much.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm still wishing you'd come back to me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I still love you very much.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just wondering if we could start over again..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/956243184315768437-5597027061650265156?l=uberlyinlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uberlyinlove.blogspot.com/feeds/5597027061650265156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=956243184315768437&amp;postID=5597027061650265156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956243184315768437/posts/default/5597027061650265156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956243184315768437/posts/default/5597027061650265156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uberlyinlove.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-need-you-back-i-just-cant-take-it-any.html' title='I need you back. I just can&apos;t take it any longer'/><author><name>Dylan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11654564097032579997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-956243184315768437.post-7970371997992513569</id><published>2008-12-05T01:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T01:30:25.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Desperate-ness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Why must everything be so difficult ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Why can't I just let go of her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;She can forget and let go of me THAT easily. Why can't I ??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Why is it everytime she breaks up with me, I'm the one begging her back ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Why can't I just handle life without her ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Why should I cry everytime she says goodbye ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Why should I be the one who's so weak ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I'm just like a lifeless shadow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Everything I do, its for her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Why can't I live my own life like any other ??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Why is it no matter how true the fact that my amazing girlfriend just broke up with me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I doubt it ??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Why can't I stop thinking about her ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;She's not mine anymore. But my heart won't let her go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Its killing me to know someone I've waited for all my life has just slipped out of my hands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Why can't I move on with life just as she has done ??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because I love her&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because I know no other girl can ever take her place&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because I had everything I ever wanted when she was with me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/956243184315768437-7970371997992513569?l=uberlyinlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uberlyinlove.blogspot.com/feeds/7970371997992513569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=956243184315768437&amp;postID=7970371997992513569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956243184315768437/posts/default/7970371997992513569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956243184315768437/posts/default/7970371997992513569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uberlyinlove.blogspot.com/2008/12/desperate-ness.html' title='Desperate-ness'/><author><name>Dylan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11654564097032579997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-956243184315768437.post-3909327661253271332</id><published>2008-11-30T00:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T01:09:08.680-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If you love her, let her go</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Hey..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long time never update this blog for damn long d weiyhh. Hahaha. Damn sien le.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we're breaking up. I bet you all know d la. But yea, its just so hard &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to think about her la. I want her back so badly, but i'm trying my best not to beg her back cuz she wants to finally be free. And as &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; told me, "if you love her, let her go". I'm trying but I just can't. I can't even stop thinking about her. And she's not even mine anymore le.. T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do I get her back ?? It seems so impossible. I'm trying to do this for her so that she'll be happy. But what about me ?? When we were together, putting her priority 1st was always something I would do. But its different now, if I put her 1st, I'll be killing myself becuz I love her. And I'm like standing still letting her go. And if I put myself before her, I'll be killing her cuz she doesn't want to be with me anymore. She wants to be free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I didn't give you any freedom or wtv. I just love you damn much. And now u ask me to couple with you but dun take u seriously ? That's lyk playing you d weiyh. So I just dunno wad to do anymore. I need her. But I want her to be happy too. That's why I'm torn between two choices. I juz wish everything would go back to normal. But its too far d. We've broken up. Its lyk impossible now. So all I can do now is hope that 1 day she'll come back..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/956243184315768437-3909327661253271332?l=uberlyinlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uberlyinlove.blogspot.com/feeds/3909327661253271332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=956243184315768437&amp;postID=3909327661253271332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956243184315768437/posts/default/3909327661253271332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956243184315768437/posts/default/3909327661253271332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uberlyinlove.blogspot.com/2008/11/if-you-love-her-let-her-go.html' title='If you love her, let her go'/><author><name>Dylan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11654564097032579997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-956243184315768437.post-5036709802628722981</id><published>2008-11-24T18:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T01:30:27.549-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Madly in love with her</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Its been 5 months, 2 weeks and 3 days that we've been together d weiyh !! I honestly didn't think &lt;em&gt;we &lt;/em&gt;would make it this far le. Lets see, if I'm not mistaken, we broke up at least 5 or more times d. But its juz so shocking that we coupled back again n again n again without getting bored of each other or anything. I love her so damn much la. I don't know why but even no matter how emotional or bossy she &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;may&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; be. I just don't care. In fact she's unique becuz I've never seen anyone in my life that "blows up" that often like she does. Hahahaha. I just wish she would be mine forever, but it just seems impossible becuz I screw up her life so much. I seriously don't know how I do it. But yea, it always happens wan. I'm SO hoping we would last till we're older cuz we both have something planned horr ?? hahaha. She's the best thing that ever happened in my life. And i hope that I'm the same in her life too.. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/956243184315768437-5036709802628722981?l=uberlyinlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uberlyinlove.blogspot.com/feeds/5036709802628722981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=956243184315768437&amp;postID=5036709802628722981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956243184315768437/posts/default/5036709802628722981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956243184315768437/posts/default/5036709802628722981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uberlyinlove.blogspot.com/2008/11/madly-in-love-with-her.html' title='Madly in love with her'/><author><name>Dylan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11654564097032579997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-956243184315768437.post-4350122999055466020</id><published>2008-11-18T06:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T01:32:49.667-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kena tagged by jitty. :P</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Instructions: Bold the statements that are true to you.&lt;br /&gt;Italicize the statements that you wish were true.&lt;br /&gt;Leave the fibs alone.&lt;br /&gt;Then, stab 5 people to do the same test.-------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m 170cm tall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don’t know what I want at the moment.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I’m not happy.&lt;br /&gt;I hate my friends.&lt;br /&gt;I hate my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I hate my grades.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;He drives.&lt;br /&gt;I’m bored of driving.&lt;br /&gt;I have a white handbag.&lt;br /&gt;I love dancing&lt;br /&gt;.I go clubbing every week.&lt;br /&gt;Shopping is bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;I have a tatoo of a star.&lt;br /&gt;I got my navel pierced.&lt;br /&gt;I have friends that take drugs.&lt;br /&gt;90% of my friends smoke.&lt;br /&gt;I still hang out with my ex, even though our break up was rather nasty.&lt;br /&gt;I'm studying fashion.&lt;br /&gt;I have a business running.&lt;br /&gt;I hate cartoons.&lt;br /&gt;I hate someone.&lt;br /&gt;I have 10 Guess handbags.&lt;br /&gt;I buy CLEO every month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My parents don't know about my blog.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have an iPod.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t have faith in the current “one”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My school mates know about my blog.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I wanted to be a fashion designer.&lt;br /&gt;I love rock emo bands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I hate it when people cancel last minute meet ups.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I’m a rebel.&lt;br /&gt;I’m starting to like wearing dresses.&lt;br /&gt;I don’t believe in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;High school's filled with drama.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;My parents have faith in me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve bought shoes this month.&lt;br /&gt;A blogger bitched about me before.&lt;br /&gt;I hate sports.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I heart Italian food.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I hate meeting new people.&lt;br /&gt;I hate nail polish.&lt;br /&gt;The mother bear gives me hugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;People should start appreciating me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;High school was the worst time of my life.&lt;br /&gt;I have red hair.&lt;br /&gt;One Utama is my second home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’m a guy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I’m scared of my Biology exam.&lt;br /&gt;I hate vacations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We’ll last.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I believe in long distance relationships.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I’m going to get high and smoke weed one day soon.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve robbed an old lady.&lt;br /&gt;I’m starting to like applying make-up.&lt;br /&gt;I was a tomboy.&lt;br /&gt;At times I think I still am a tomboy.&lt;br /&gt;I love bitching about people behind their backs.&lt;br /&gt;I still have a best friend.&lt;br /&gt;I have a cat.&lt;br /&gt;I hate surprise parties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I hate planning parties.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I’m hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I’m a sinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve got a DS light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have a Wii.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I can live without music.&lt;br /&gt;Video games are a waste of time.&lt;br /&gt;I miss the father bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love being in love.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I know how to cook.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have 100% freedom.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boys are assholes.&lt;br /&gt;I hate Math.&lt;br /&gt;I love horror films.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’m happy with what I have.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I slept in my parents’ room for 3 days after watching Scream when I was a kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My old friends keep in touch with me.:D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don’t read newspapers&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The news is such a waste of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blogging is a waste of time.&lt;/strong&gt; (no offence to you blog-a-holics. haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I hate animals.&lt;br /&gt;I can’t live without make-up.&lt;br /&gt;I curse like a pirate.&lt;br /&gt;I’m happy with my 11 year old car.&lt;br /&gt;I hate people that are smart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I love Apple Juice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t drink for nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I believe that everyone in their teens have lost their virginity.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I’ve got a new phone.&lt;br /&gt;I’m going to get a new pair of shoes by the end of this month.&lt;br /&gt;I love swimming.&lt;br /&gt;I haven’t worked out since March.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I think I’m fat.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love my friends and family.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;4 people to tag :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~pink moose&lt;br /&gt;~dylan s&lt;br /&gt;~belinda&lt;br /&gt;~anyone who reads my blog. XP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/956243184315768437-4350122999055466020?l=uberlyinlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uberlyinlove.blogspot.com/feeds/4350122999055466020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=956243184315768437&amp;postID=4350122999055466020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956243184315768437/posts/default/4350122999055466020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956243184315768437/posts/default/4350122999055466020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uberlyinlove.blogspot.com/2008/11/kena-tagged-by-jitty-p.html' title='Kena tagged by jitty. :P'/><author><name>Dylan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11654564097032579997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-956243184315768437.post-3116695898620461285</id><published>2008-11-13T01:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T01:37:07.869-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged by Wei Ann !! XD</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;1. Who &amp;amp; what is your relationship with the last person who tagged you?(before this tag)&lt;br /&gt;Classmates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Do you know wat is true love?&lt;br /&gt;Yeap. I hope. Not really sure though.. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Who do you recently hang out with in msn?&lt;br /&gt;Em. Xiaoyan. That is usually da only reason why I online. hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What is your relationship with him?&lt;br /&gt;Got "him" wan meh..&lt;br /&gt;Wow. If my gf is a he, then da best bf ??&lt;br /&gt;haha. no way.. I'm soooo not gay.. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Who is your beloved pet sis?&lt;br /&gt;Dun really have one.. hehe. n i dun want 1 cuz i've had da worst experience with this pet sis thinggi..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Who are u still in love with?&lt;br /&gt;Xiaoyan of course.. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Why do you create a blog?&lt;br /&gt;No idea. was too bored that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. You know your blog sucks?&lt;br /&gt;No doubt.. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What do you like to eat?&lt;br /&gt;Em. Anythin's okay with me.. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. who are you having relationships now?&lt;br /&gt;em. Try n guess la.. said it so many times d.. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. ARRRGGhh I got nthing else 2 ask d..&lt;br /&gt;em. fine with me.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. 5 tags goes to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;~Su ann&lt;br /&gt;~Pei Ming&lt;br /&gt;~Si Wei&lt;br /&gt;~Yaner&lt;br /&gt;~Dylan S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;13. Who is number 1?&lt;br /&gt;Chin Su Ann, My gf's friend.. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What about number 3?&lt;br /&gt;Also another friend of my gf. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. do number 5 love number 1?&lt;br /&gt;HA HA HA. If that happens, the world would be square. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Number 2 siapa?&lt;br /&gt;My gf's best friend. Hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Do u hav any relationship wif number 4?&lt;br /&gt;Hell no.. But of course we're friends la.. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Comments, On this Tag,&lt;br /&gt;Total waste of time.. hahaha. curse you wei ann.. :DDDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/956243184315768437-3116695898620461285?l=uberlyinlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uberlyinlove.blogspot.com/feeds/3116695898620461285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=956243184315768437&amp;postID=3116695898620461285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956243184315768437/posts/default/3116695898620461285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956243184315768437/posts/default/3116695898620461285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uberlyinlove.blogspot.com/2008/11/tagged-by-wei-ann-xd.html' title='Tagged by Wei Ann !! XD'/><author><name>Dylan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11654564097032579997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-956243184315768437.post-2767633876781046216</id><published>2008-10-18T23:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T01:37:37.344-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream card !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.pokebeach.com/scans/japanese/intense-fight-in-the-destroyed-sky/thumbnails/dusknoir-lv.x.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 254px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 335px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="335" alt="" src="http://www.pokebeach.com/scans/japanese/intense-fight-in-the-destroyed-sky/thumbnails/dusknoir-lv.x.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Damn weiyh.. Still have to wait till next month before it comes out in english.. T.T i dun believe it costs rm60 juz for a card weiyh. haizz.. wait n wait.. =_= n btw.. u may laugh dat i still play pokemon cards.. but so wad.. its my life.. not urs.. think wtv u want laa.. hehe.. :) i love it. and i dun really care wad u think.. muahaha.. anyway.. don't you think the card looks cool ??? &lt;/span&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/956243184315768437-2767633876781046216?l=uberlyinlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uberlyinlove.blogspot.com/feeds/2767633876781046216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=956243184315768437&amp;postID=2767633876781046216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956243184315768437/posts/default/2767633876781046216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956243184315768437/posts/default/2767633876781046216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uberlyinlove.blogspot.com/2008/10/dream-card.html' title='Dream card !!'/><author><name>Dylan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11654564097032579997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-956243184315768437.post-7913687899192608240</id><published>2008-10-03T07:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T01:38:21.695-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hari Raya is cool !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Today was DAMN fun weiyh !!&lt;br /&gt;My dad brought me to his friends "open house" for da raya celebration. It was so cool..&lt;br /&gt;The house was like SO big!! So this was wad happened today..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We reached the house.. ( There was all kind of cars there weiyh &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;INCLUDING&lt;/span&gt; ferrari!!!) Then said Selamat Hari Raya to SO many people. So ok.. We sat down and ate some cookies while waiting for the dishes to be ready.. The cookies were damn delicious.. So yea.. Had a few chats wit some of da guys who are my age. Then we ate lunch.. Asam Laksa and Pulut.. And some ketupats.. The curries were awesome.. Then, after lunch.. The guys invited me to play PS3.. haha.. damn noob at PS3 cuz nvr played it before.. So yea, kena trashed like shit !! Then dis small little girl( which i don't know ) suddenly came into da room n begged my little bro to play with her.. haha. I really pity him alot.. he had to play some dolls with her to stop her from crying.. haha. A few minutes later(no wait.. 3 hours later), the aunty came into da room n asked us to go downstairs to eat cake.. hahaha.. The chocolate cake is simply the best cake i've ever tasted.. Its so moisty.. hahaha. Then it was time to say goodbye.. And the aunty gave me n my bro "duit raya" (angpow) hahaha.. So yea.. We got paid to eat and play games.. o.O damn pro weiyh.. hahaha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/956243184315768437-7913687899192608240?l=uberlyinlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uberlyinlove.blogspot.com/feeds/7913687899192608240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=956243184315768437&amp;postID=7913687899192608240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956243184315768437/posts/default/7913687899192608240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956243184315768437/posts/default/7913687899192608240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uberlyinlove.blogspot.com/2008/10/hari-raya-is-cool.html' title='Hari Raya is cool !!!'/><author><name>Dylan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11654564097032579997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-956243184315768437.post-7229021031395866993</id><published>2008-10-03T06:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T01:39:21.092-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged by Si Wei</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;::instructions::Never see the questions before you arrange the name-all mentioned below are TAGGED by me!No tag backs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;1. Pei Ming&lt;br /&gt;2. Xiaoyan&lt;br /&gt;3. Dylan S.&lt;br /&gt;4. Yaner&lt;br /&gt;5. Whoever dat reads dis blog!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1. How did you meet 1?&lt;br /&gt;Em. I saw her at 7E almost everyday when I walk back from school a few months ago.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. On a scale of 1 - 10, how would you rate your friendship with 1?&lt;br /&gt;3/10. Don’t really know her..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. How long have you known 4?&lt;br /&gt;This year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. How do you know number 3?&lt;br /&gt;We are in the same class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Where's 5?&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere on Earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. A fact about number 1?&lt;br /&gt;A good friend of my darling I guess. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.Who is 4 going out with?No idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What does 1 do for a living?&lt;br /&gt;Study ??? hahaha.. I dunno..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Would you live with number 3?&lt;br /&gt;No way.. I’m not gay.. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What do you like about number 4?&lt;br /&gt;Em.. She can say good stuffs that can make you feel better when you’re at ur lowest..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Do you miss number 5?&lt;br /&gt;Its an unknown person la weiyh.. How can I miss him/her/it ?? hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Would you make out with number 4?&lt;br /&gt;Nopeee.. Got gf d.. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What's your opinion on number 2?&lt;br /&gt;Emotional, high maintenance n a great gf !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What's your favourite memory with number 5?&lt;br /&gt;My favourite memory with an unknown person ?? emm.. being on earth with him/her/it ??&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What will you do if number 1 and 2 were going out?&lt;br /&gt;Damn weiyh. I dun want my gf 2 be a lesbian le.. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Ever had a long conversation with 5?&lt;br /&gt;This questions are nuts !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Have you ever slept at 2's house?&lt;br /&gt;o.0 That would be cool.. hahaha. But dun really know where her house is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Do you hang out with 3 a lot?&lt;br /&gt;Em not really.. But we hung out at 1u be4 though..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Who have you known the longest?&lt;br /&gt;No. 3 – Dylan S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. What will happen if number 1 and 5 have a relationship?&lt;br /&gt;Em.. I tink number 1 already has a bf.. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. How often do you talk to 1?&lt;br /&gt;I dun even think we spoke be4.. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. What about 2?&lt;br /&gt;Everyday ? hahaha. I call her damn alot of times evryday.. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Have you ever thought 3 more than a friend?&lt;br /&gt;Nopee. Juz a fwen dat has da same name as me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Would you go on a date with number 5?&lt;br /&gt;That is SERIOUSLY NUTS !! haha.. y would I go out with a person I dun even know ???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Do you dream about number 2?&lt;br /&gt;Yea.. Evry night I guess.. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. What did no.4 did to you that you can never forget?&lt;br /&gt;Nuthinn.. I tink.. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. What have you done for/to 1 that the person never forgets?&lt;br /&gt;I don't knoww..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. What's 3's hobby?&lt;br /&gt;Emo-ing I guess.. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/956243184315768437-7229021031395866993?l=uberlyinlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uberlyinlove.blogspot.com/feeds/7229021031395866993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=956243184315768437&amp;postID=7229021031395866993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956243184315768437/posts/default/7229021031395866993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956243184315768437/posts/default/7229021031395866993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uberlyinlove.blogspot.com/2008/10/tagged-by-si-wei.html' title='Tagged by Si Wei'/><author><name>Dylan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11654564097032579997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-956243184315768437.post-8451798201859250790</id><published>2008-10-01T23:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T01:40:20.958-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn bored :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;To: My darling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When troubles bring you down&lt;br /&gt;and you don't know what to do,&lt;br /&gt;just look inside your heart&lt;br /&gt;and you'll know that I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every one has a destiny to find,&lt;br /&gt;looking in your eyes I have found mine.&lt;br /&gt;You're all I ever wanted,&lt;br /&gt;you're all I'll ever need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be yours always,&lt;br /&gt;you will have my love for eternity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the one I couldn't forget&lt;br /&gt;Even at the last breath I take&lt;br /&gt;You're the one my heart longs for&lt;br /&gt;Because I found real joy in you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the one I'll love so true&lt;br /&gt;For you gave me same love too&lt;br /&gt;You're the one I needed most&lt;br /&gt;For I am so in love with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You light my life and turn it right&lt;br /&gt;And put a music in my heart&lt;br /&gt;How can I thank you for all the things&lt;br /&gt;And for the love you've given me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can never ask for more because&lt;br /&gt;My life has been complete since&lt;br /&gt;I FOUND YOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/956243184315768437-8451798201859250790?l=uberlyinlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uberlyinlove.blogspot.com/feeds/8451798201859250790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=956243184315768437&amp;postID=8451798201859250790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956243184315768437/posts/default/8451798201859250790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956243184315768437/posts/default/8451798201859250790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uberlyinlove.blogspot.com/2008/10/love-poems.html' title='Damn bored :D'/><author><name>Dylan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11654564097032579997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-956243184315768437.post-1392687954051292603</id><published>2008-10-01T23:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T01:41:24.131-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing her</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Damn weiyh..&lt;br /&gt;She went back to her "kampung". Gonna miss calling her.. :(&lt;br /&gt;Have to wait for 3 days le. Can't wait till she gets back. Haizz.&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to go out with her to OU during the holidays but didn't&lt;br /&gt;happen becuz she had to go out for le-rynne's bday. T.T&lt;br /&gt;Nvm la.. Hope she had fun.. Haha.. The girls were like &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;DAMN&lt;br /&gt;FREAKING&lt;/span&gt; hyper when they're karaoke-ing weiyh !! I think i'm&lt;br /&gt;deaf d.. :D Anyway, eventhough it was &lt;strong&gt;SO&lt;/strong&gt; awkward for me being&lt;br /&gt;the only guy there, seeing my darling just makes everything all&lt;br /&gt;worthwhile.. ^^ I'm missing her voice so much d eventhough its&lt;br /&gt;only been a day.. Wow.. Must be really &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MADLY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in love with her&lt;br /&gt;d.. hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/956243184315768437-1392687954051292603?l=uberlyinlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uberlyinlove.blogspot.com/feeds/1392687954051292603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=956243184315768437&amp;postID=1392687954051292603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956243184315768437/posts/default/1392687954051292603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956243184315768437/posts/default/1392687954051292603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uberlyinlove.blogspot.com/2008/10/missing-her.html' title='Missing her'/><author><name>Dylan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11654564097032579997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
