<?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-1390027690935601365</id><updated>2011-04-22T07:49:52.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The only easy day was yesterday</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390027690935601365/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>nigelboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12333726505207051747</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>84</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1390027690935601365.post-4239094535624706562</id><published>2008-08-10T02:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T02:11:54.775+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Thank you for meeting me up today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I know what I wanted all along&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;And you know it too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;font-family:webdings;" &gt;You're missed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;red wordings always has a different meaning and    &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YOU  &lt;/span&gt;know it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1390027690935601365-4239094535624706562?l=unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1390027690935601365.post-4877577572726818115</id><published>2008-08-04T21:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T21:53:53.517+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new life = good life ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;it seems that you have been packed with activities. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;it seems that you're really living life right now.&lt;br /&gt;it really seems you're happier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i know deep down inside, you still think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i know deep down inside you still care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i know deep down inside you still want things to be ok. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i know you still love me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i cant help not thinking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i cant help not feeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i cant help not tearing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i know everything is not the same anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i know everything will never be the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i know i made a mistake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i know its hard to swallow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i know it can never be undone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i just hope you'd forgive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i just hope you'd be happier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i just hope you'd open your heart to find your one true love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i just hope you'd be yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;be your cheerful self.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1390027690935601365-4877577572726818115?l=unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com/feeds/4877577572726818115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1390027690935601365.post-1460544546149500311</id><published>2008-07-27T12:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T12:04:35.664+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I don't know why but i just felt this song so so much. Tears of God ran down. Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CrpuXLR0pMU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CrpuXLR0pMU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Thank you for being here when I needed you everytime. Nothing compares to the promise I have in you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1390027690935601365-1460544546149500311?l=unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com/feeds/1460544546149500311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1390027690935601365&amp;postID=1460544546149500311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390027690935601365/posts/default/1460544546149500311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390027690935601365/posts/default/1460544546149500311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-dont-know-why-but-i-just-felt-this.html' title=''/><author><name>nigelboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12333726505207051747</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-1390027690935601365.post-703875418840728410</id><published>2008-07-15T23:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T23:49:23.775+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hey all. my day has come. i got the sacared letter from the king. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm going to NDU (naval diving unit).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But before evrything else, i gotta go for the vocational assesment first to see if i qualify. but damn... i wanna get into commandos. well. lets see what fate can do in time to come. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And if i do qualify for NDU, i will excell and put my upmost effort in the unit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But only one thing worries me. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My nana girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. just the other day, i was telling her what may happen if i do get into ndu. and there will be times where i'd be away from singapore, abroad for training and will not be in town for like 3 months and all.. it'll be hard for my baby to get by cuz i know she'd be thinking and missing me. And no doubt she'll be on my mind, we're so far away. too far. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;maybe from now til the day i enlist, it'll be about 4 - 5 months, everyday that pass is one day closer for me to enlist. i pray that my baby will be strong. i pray that time will fly by...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;til the day comes, i wait and i pray...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1390027690935601365-703875418840728410?l=unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com/feeds/703875418840728410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1390027690935601365&amp;postID=703875418840728410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390027690935601365/posts/default/703875418840728410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390027690935601365/posts/default/703875418840728410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com/2008/07/ns.html' title='NS!'/><author><name>nigelboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12333726505207051747</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-1390027690935601365.post-3361601654657661085</id><published>2008-06-04T01:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T02:02:20.115+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our song</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;This is our song. The one that holds us together, this is for you baby. Just beautiful..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Wh3DDUthmgA&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Wh3DDUthmgA&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1390027690935601365-3361601654657661085?l=unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com/feeds/3361601654657661085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1390027690935601365&amp;postID=3361601654657661085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390027690935601365/posts/default/3361601654657661085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390027690935601365/posts/default/3361601654657661085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com/2008/06/our-song.html' title='Our song'/><author><name>nigelboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12333726505207051747</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-1390027690935601365.post-5194570218572654943</id><published>2008-03-31T18:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T18:42:58.634+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;My guitar string snapped. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;It's a bad bad sign. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sort of like I can feel something coming.&lt;/em&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/1390027690935601365-5194570218572654943?l=unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com/feeds/5194570218572654943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1390027690935601365&amp;postID=5194570218572654943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390027690935601365/posts/default/5194570218572654943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390027690935601365/posts/default/5194570218572654943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com/2008/03/bad.html' title='Bad'/><author><name>nigelboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12333726505207051747</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-1390027690935601365.post-605426069234245226</id><published>2008-03-30T22:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T23:21:37.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'>God's coffee</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;God's Coffee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A group of alumni, highly established in their careers, got together to visit their old university professor. Conversation soon turned into complaints about stress in work and life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Offering his guests coffee, the professor went to the kitchen and returned with a large pot of coffee and an assortment of cups - porcelain, plastic, glass, crystal, some plain looking, some expensive, some exquisite - telling them to help themselves to the coffee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When all the students had a cup of coffee in hand, the professor said:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you noticed, all the nice looking cups were taken up, leaving behind the plain and cheap ones. While it is normal for you to want the best for yourselves, that is the source of your problems and stress.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be assured that the cup itself adds no quality to the coffee. In most cases it is just more expensive and in some cases even hides what we drink.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What all of you really wanted was coffee, not the cup, but you consciously went for the best cups.. And then you began eyeing each other's cups.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now consider this: Life is the coffee; the jobs, money and position in society are the cups. They are just tools to hold and comtain life, and the type of cup we have does not define, nor change the quality of life we live.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, by concentrating only on the cup, we fail to enjoy the coffee God has provided us."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God brews the coffee, not the cups...... Enjoy your coffee!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The happiest people don't have the best of everything. They just make the best of everything."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live simply. Love generously. Care deeply. Speak Kindly. Leave the rest to God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I really miss you. really.&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/1390027690935601365-605426069234245226?l=unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com/feeds/605426069234245226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1390027690935601365&amp;postID=605426069234245226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390027690935601365/posts/default/605426069234245226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390027690935601365/posts/default/605426069234245226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com/2008/03/gods-coffee.html' title='God&apos;s coffee'/><author><name>nigelboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12333726505207051747</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-1390027690935601365.post-9053038501344701283</id><published>2008-02-24T03:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T03:56:37.327+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zouk 24/2/2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Clubbing Session with the Boys @ Zouk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kee got wasted again. I cant believe it. Haha. Once again he drank a little too much. Half a jug of long island, One and a half glass of graveyard, one lambo shot, and vodkalime. And he went to the dancefloor and rock his ass away. And then got real high. haha. damn cute ass. Went to elias mall after that to slack. Then kee wanted more alcohol in his body so he bought one jim beam cola and kinda drank most of it! Gawd that boy was high. And so we wanted to play lan after that and went to see if there were space to play. so yea, there it was, 3 coms side by side, after we sat down for 5 mins and decided what to play, kee said he wanted to puke. So we went outside and i went in to pay $1.50 for the 3 coms. Haha, I missed the show. I missed him puking. Gawd. That boy was drunk for nuts. Haha. I cant upload the video yet, but as soon as i can, i'll get it done.. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;stay tuned for drunk man singing video soon! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Baby dyed my hair dark brown but it turned out black. haha. looks better now though. Not so 'beng' anymore even though the previous dye cost me 50 bucks. This one is different, its priceless cuz my baby did it for me!! And i owe you one today baby, will pass to you tomorrow when I see you! I love you honey!&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/1390027690935601365-9053038501344701283?l=unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com/feeds/9053038501344701283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1390027690935601365&amp;postID=9053038501344701283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390027690935601365/posts/default/9053038501344701283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390027690935601365/posts/default/9053038501344701283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com/2008/02/zouk-2422008.html' title='Zouk 24/2/2008'/><author><name>nigelboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12333726505207051747</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-1390027690935601365.post-5037949789512575013</id><published>2008-02-15T08:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T08:47:27.498+08:00</updated><title type='text'>no title</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Dear all, sorry for the missing in action.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Life's been too messed up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I open my file when I wanted to continue on my project in school. So i happily re-drew it. Amen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Project review was ok. Damn the company, has been two months and they have not reply the mail we sent to them. Ass. So much for e-mailing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was Valentine's day. Me and nana just had a simple meal I cooked up. Grilled salmon. Turned out pretty ok. edible. We had heart to heart talk and thrashed things out. We feel so much better now. really a lot better. I love you baby. I did something out of the blue for my nana girl and I knows she appreciates it!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lonliness is used when one is not in love. Are you lonely. I'm not.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's a link just to share with you guy. Its a blog, this random guy wrote 2 love stories on his blog. The english is a little broken but I feel that the storyline is superb. Click &lt;a href="http://justme-tsy.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and have a look and have a good time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Happy valentine's day all, especially to my &lt;em&gt;baby,&lt;/em&gt; my one and only whom I treasure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1390027690935601365-5037949789512575013?l=unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com/feeds/5037949789512575013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1390027690935601365&amp;postID=5037949789512575013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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href='http://unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com/feeds/6672274301468166668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1390027690935601365&amp;postID=6672274301468166668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390027690935601365/posts/default/6672274301468166668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390027690935601365/posts/default/6672274301468166668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com/2008/01/take-look.html' title=''/><author><name>nigelboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12333726505207051747</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-1390027690935601365.post-960291665809659446</id><published>2008-01-30T09:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T09:24:04.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;THE BRICK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A young and successful executive was traveling down a neighborhood street,going a bit too fast in his new Jaguar. He was watching for kids darting out from between parked cars and slowed down when he thought he saw something. As his car passed, no children appeared .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead, a brick smashed into the Jag's side door! He slammed on the brakesand backed the Jag back to the spot where the brick had been thrown. The angry driver then jumped out of the car, grabbed the nearest kid and pushed him up against a parked car shouting,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What was that all about and who are you? Just what the heck are you doing?That's a new car and that brick you threw is going to cost a lot of money. Why did you do it?"&lt;br /&gt;The young boy was apologetic. "Please, mister...please,I'm sorry but I didn't know what else to do," He pleaded. "I threw the brickbecause no one else would stop..." With tears dripping down his face and off his chin, the youth pointed to a spot just around a parked car. "It's my brother, "he said. "Herolled off the curb and fell out of his wheelchair and I can't lift him up."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now sobbing, the boy asked the stunned executive, "Would you please help me get him back into his wheelchair? He's hurt and he's too heavy for me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moved beyond words, the driver tried to swallow the rapidly swelling lump inhis throat. He hurriedly lifted the handicapped boy back into the wheelchair, then took out a linen handkerchief and dabbed at the freshscrapes and cuts. A quick look told him everything was going to be okay."Thank you and may God bless you," the grateful child told the stranger. Too shook up for words, the man simply watched the boy! push hiswheelchair-bound brother down the sidewalk toward their home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a long, slow walk back to the Jaguar. The damage was very noticeable,but the driver never bothered to repair the dented side door. He kept the dent there to remind him of this message: "Don't go through life so fastthat someone has to throw a brick at you to get your attention!" Godwhispers in our souls and speaks to our hearts. Sometimes when we don't have time to listen, He has to throw a brick at us. It's our choice to listen ornot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought for the Day:If God had a refrigerator, your picture would be on it.&lt;br /&gt;If He had a wallet, your photo would be in it.&lt;br /&gt;He sends you flowers every spring.&lt;br /&gt;He sends you a sunrise every morning you!God didn't promise days without pain, laughter without sorrow,sun withoutrain, but He did promise strength for the day, comfort for the tears, and light for the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read this line very slowly and let it sink in...If God brings you to it, He will bring you through it. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;(if you know me well enough, its one of my favourite quote)&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/1390027690935601365-960291665809659446?l=unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com/feeds/960291665809659446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1390027690935601365&amp;postID=960291665809659446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390027690935601365/posts/default/960291665809659446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390027690935601365/posts/default/960291665809659446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com/2008/01/brick-young-and-successful-executive.html' title=''/><author><name>nigelboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12333726505207051747</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-1390027690935601365.post-6848642751349033348</id><published>2008-01-23T10:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T10:35:43.671+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;NAPFA test results.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aIwn6ffRmI8/R5arCB8uCFI/AAAAAAAAAOs/urDHmesaNBs/s1600-h/ng.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158498474570680402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aIwn6ffRmI8/R5arCB8uCFI/AAAAAAAAAOs/urDHmesaNBs/s400/ng.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;sit up-49&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;standing broad jump-250cm&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;sit and reach-46cm&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;pull up-10&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;shuttle run-10sec&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;2.4km run-10.20min (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1390027690935601365-6848642751349033348?l=unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com/feeds/6848642751349033348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1390027690935601365&amp;postID=6848642751349033348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390027690935601365/posts/default/6848642751349033348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390027690935601365/posts/default/6848642751349033348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com/2008/01/napfa-test-results_23.html' title=''/><author><name>nigelboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12333726505207051747</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/_aIwn6ffRmI8/R5arCB8uCFI/AAAAAAAAAOs/urDHmesaNBs/s72-c/ng.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1390027690935601365.post-481160563802474149</id><published>2008-01-21T10:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T10:08:10.372+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One fucked up video I chanced upon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;viewer discretion advised.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not for the faint hearted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not for kids. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Really gory.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just something to share. Its a video on how CHINA ASSES skin animals ALIVE. That includes your household dogs. Tag if you have comments. I AM STRONGLY AGAINST THIS BEHEAVIOUR. I SUPPORT ANIMAL RIGHTS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;embed pluginspage=" http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" src=" http://www.peta.org/swf/fur_farm.swf" width="335" height="255" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1390027690935601365-481160563802474149?l=unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com/feeds/481160563802474149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1390027690935601365&amp;postID=481160563802474149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390027690935601365/posts/default/481160563802474149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390027690935601365/posts/default/481160563802474149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com/2008/01/one-fucked-up-video-i-chanced-upon.html' title=''/><author><name>nigelboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12333726505207051747</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-1390027690935601365.post-3222353284904823685</id><published>2008-01-14T11:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T16:09:52.309+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sundays... again</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;A week passed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;fast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;fulfilled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was a long day. Mass, F3, meeting, meeting, meeting. Its just a normal sunday, but something different cuz I went home to cook for baby and prisca. Cuz I saw this cook, making grilled honey chicken and butter rice. Well, I cant say its damn nice but I give myself 70/100. Reason being, I didnt marinate before hand and ya, the skin of the chicken werent really crispy and not brown enough, but the taste was pretty good. Well, my first time making grilled chicken, not pretty good though, I usually have very high expectations of myself when I cook so ya. Thats explains why. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F3was cool. We played the 'IDIOT HEART ATTCK' and to all legion people, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;DANIEL IS SAINT MICHAEL'S CHURCH CHINESE YOUTH LEGION OF MARY IDIOT!&lt;/span&gt; lol. Well, it was fun though. I mean, F3 is always fun cuz we are in charge of it. haha. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;*WHATEVER. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we had our own legion meeting. Our new members joined us. Then went for curia, daniel joined us. Nothing much to elaborate. Then we had evaluaiton and plannings for the upcoming year, well, talking bout that, I must say, I am sorry if my posts had been directed to a person, I am sorry, I don wanna elaborate about this particular mammal or whatsoever, talking about him will cease here and will never happen on my blog. Period and for one last time, CALL THE SPCA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Planning for officer's camp will start soon cuz I do not know why but to all that are going, please come with an open mindset, come with the attitude that you will go home with something, &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;IT IS REALLY A CAMP THAT &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WILL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;BE DIFFERENT FROM THE REST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I guess this phrase has been excessively used and everyone has become immuned to it, but I assure you, if you really look into the planning committe, you'd actually noticed the people that are planning are not people of sane mind. The past camps that we have planned for, were suited for kids and the majority, this camp is built for officers. for leaders. &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;for people who wants to improve themselves. for people who do not give up. for people who wants to know the true essense of legion. for people like you. for people who wants to step out and make a difference. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For leaders like you and me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Baby and I have been great the past few weeks, our relationship just went past the 14months mark and many more to go. We were out shopping for her school stuff and it just furthers re-confrims me that she is really passionate about her career, not her job. But there were times and there will be times when she feels like this is not the kind of work she wants to do. But she overcomes. She works hard. She doesnt ask for regconition, but sometimes, a little assurance by her boss will definitely help. Me, as her superman, I will be by her side to support her. I will be here for you b, no matter how hard the going gets, be sure to look to your sides and back, cuz I'll definitely be there to support you. I love you!&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/1390027690935601365-3222353284904823685?l=unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com/feeds/3222353284904823685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1390027690935601365&amp;postID=3222353284904823685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390027690935601365/posts/default/3222353284904823685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390027690935601365/posts/default/3222353284904823685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com/2008/01/sundays-again.html' title='sundays... again'/><author><name>nigelboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12333726505207051747</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-1390027690935601365.post-4526158438927140505</id><published>2008-01-08T14:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T14:55:33.218+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sundays...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Well, often, I am always thrown with this line-----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;"Nigel, I know you can make it work...."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially on sundays, Serving mass, not enough people-make it work. help RCIA people do things-make it work. F3-make it work. blah blah..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it something you guys take it for granted or is it you guys trust me? I really do not know. As for altar serving, I know I am being taken for granted, not appreciated. Cuz with the little man power I have, I have to-make it work. Sunday was pathetic. We did insense with two people serving. But I trust daniel and I trust myself and most importanly, I trust God. Put it this way, I don't mind being taken granted of. At least a few of them appreciates what I do and tell me to keep it up. These are the people that makes me wanna work harder, and I don't mind working harder, for them for myself and for God. But of course, there are people who work the opposite way, who brings you down, shan't mention names here. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;period&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; well come to think of it again, I shall share with you guys how I became a altarboy. Think very few of you guys know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was a young boy (primary 4) I was in F3, back then, it was xian fu (peter) running the show (now I'm in his position) and on sundays, f3 is all I am looking forward to. I go to church for F3. That was my sole reason. Then slowly, I joined the legion cuz everyone else did. I was the youngest. It didnt bother me much cuz the other 14 members were all my friends. &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BEAR IN MIND-14 MEMBERS.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Then as you all know, the numbers only decend, hardly ascend. By the time I was in sec 2, it was down to 6. Then in sec 3, 5. And I took up the role of president. yes, til this very day. going back, I joined the chinese server in pri 5. And I was only taught a few things. The basic stuff. So whatever stuff that I know now, it was all &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;self taught&lt;/span&gt;. Thus everything is correct, cuz i was teaching myself. So you see, the folks in my church have gotten very reliant on me on most of the things and I must say I am enjoying what I am doing, I love serving the church and it gives me the satisfaction more than anything else. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People in legion come and go, came and left a footprint that is not defined, not visible anymore. Do you want to be like them, I am not. I am here to make a change, to call out to more young people who wants to experience friendship in a higher level, I want to us all to remember 20 years down the road to say to themselves &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;"boy am I glad I joined legion...."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I will make a difference.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;And I want to say to all the young people in legion now. That you will not regret joining the legion. I never did. Trust me, when they say that friends in legion are different from friends outside. It is true. You may not see it now. You may only think that legion friends are special, that they are different, but I tell you guys, the people on your left and right whom are in legion, are connected in a special way, you may not see it that way now, but in years to come, I am sure, You will...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;From the young man, Nigel the great.&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/1390027690935601365-4526158438927140505?l=unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com/feeds/4526158438927140505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1390027690935601365&amp;postID=4526158438927140505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390027690935601365/posts/default/4526158438927140505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390027690935601365/posts/default/4526158438927140505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com/2008/01/sundays.html' title='Sundays...'/><author><name>nigelboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12333726505207051747</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-1390027690935601365.post-8439169347731672228</id><published>2008-01-03T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T23:07:55.844+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new vulgarities</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;New school VS Old school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After going through so many years of neighbourhood schooling, my dictionary of vulgarities has been excessively filled up. Those that are in a dialect called &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Hokkien&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. So today I am spreading a few &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;new school&lt;/span&gt; vulgarities that sounds a little more pleasant and a little comical, here it goes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1) penis head&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2) breast face&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3) nipple face&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the three that my friends and I came up with. I am open to new ones so please tag! And I thank you for reading this post!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;*the above written is subjected to personal viewing and comments. Anyone who feels uncomfortable or negative, please practice discretion. Thank you for your cooperation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Copyright of nigel the great&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/1390027690935601365-8439169347731672228?l=unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com/feeds/8439169347731672228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1390027690935601365&amp;postID=8439169347731672228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390027690935601365/posts/default/8439169347731672228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390027690935601365/posts/default/8439169347731672228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com/2008/01/new-vulgarities.html' title='new vulgarities'/><author><name>nigelboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12333726505207051747</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-1390027690935601365.post-7653636176437403425</id><published>2008-01-02T09:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T11:35:45.769+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year people!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Wishing one and all a Happy new year and may all you resolutions come true (soon..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year's countdown party was at my place. And I invited all those people who are important in my life to be present. The &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;legion people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and of course my &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. It was quite a last minute thing cuz it was initailly set at angela's place. But due to some reasons, which I can't disclose (lol) the party was moved to my place. And my mama prepared most of the food which turned out ok except the fact that the pasta sauce was a little to dry but still ok I think. *thanks mama, love you! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The few of them, Mei, chan, cui ling, monica came over to 'help out' first, in which there wasn't a lot of things to be done, than liew lian came. &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;*don't know wear til so nice for what?!&lt;/span&gt; but &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;liew lian really did help out a lot la!! thanks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; will treat you durian next time.. haha. well den chan being Mr. nice guy, went to the interchange to pick the rest of the people up and they were pretty on time and they all arrived at my place soon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we have dinner, chicken wings, nuggets, otah otah, hotdogs, pasta, sushi, not a lot of food but enough!! (: well then we dinner-ed, ps2-ed, in between-ed, blackjack-ed, blogsurf-ed, slack-ed, blah blah..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then finally the time to countdown. 10, 9 , 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1.. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR!!&lt;/span&gt; so I think everyone wants to know my new year resolution-well obviously I cant tell you guys if not it wont come true. &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*evil grin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. So yeah. Mine is pretty simple so yeps. Anyways, after countdown, we kinda slacked for a while more then we decided to play in between again and ya, I won quite a fair bit so yes. haha. Shan't disclose how much I won but its enough la. Period. Then after a while, Kinda tired then went to sleep with baby. Had sucha good sleep cuz I am so so tired. Woke up in the middle of the night (I don't know what time) then I saw most of them asleep. I think its pretty early in the morning already cuz I heard my birds chripping so ya, think its bout 4 plus...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up in the morning, stone-ed like mad, still damn tired. The rest of them slowly woke up, we decided to have breakfast downstairs and ya, didnt know the bee hoon downstairs is so nice, never eaten before for the past 5 years living here so its a total new experience. haha. Then after breakfast, everyone went home. So did I. went home and slept somemore. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 12 plus and went over to baby's place to help her family (my family too) to paint baby's room. haha, great family bonding, especially the guys, baby's dad and her brother, the guys basically. Painted the room and clean the whole room, now it looks like a room. haha I like the layout now better. went out for dinner with them and had such a good meal, maybe its cuz we worked so hard, the food tasted real good. Then after dinner we went over to parkway to walk walk. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#999900;"&gt;TOPMAN IS STILL HAVING SALE!&lt;/span&gt; may consider buying the old school green skinny from there.&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ONLY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 59buck damn it. haha. went to giant. challenger. then back home! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Had so much fun with my legion people during countdown, thank you guys for being there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Had so much fun with my baby during countdown adnd a wonderful new year's day family bonding session. Painting is fun. especially for your love ones. Overall, this year's countdown had its ups and downs but I am just glad everyone was there. Thank you baby for everything. I really love you andI appreciate everything you did and say, just everything.. I love you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;PET&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;AND&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;ROBIN&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I MISS YOU, COME BACK SOON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&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/1390027690935601365-7653636176437403425?l=unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com/feeds/7653636176437403425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1390027690935601365&amp;postID=7653636176437403425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390027690935601365/posts/default/7653636176437403425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390027690935601365/posts/default/7653636176437403425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-new-year-people.html' title='Happy New Year people!!!!!!'/><author><name>nigelboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12333726505207051747</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-1390027690935601365.post-8793103274789764378</id><published>2007-12-27T10:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T11:11:15.254+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NYD</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Dearest readers from legion......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Especially CHRISTOPHER CHAN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't be planning this year's new year mass so now, right here at my blog, I would like to make this sacred announcement- drumroll please.....lights.....camera......and......action!- CHRISTOPHER CHAN WILL BE DECIDING WHERE YOU GUYS WANNA GO FOR COUNTDOWN MASS, SO PLEASE CONFERENCE WITH HIM AND DECIDE WHERE YOU GUYS WANNA HEAD TO! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;p/s: chan, sorry bro, i know you can do it!! haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, I am so fucking bored in school. I just played the guitar for 1 plus hour and I think I wanna go for guitar classes cuz I don't think its enough to know just this few ways of playing, I wanna improve!! So ya, anyone with good schools, please tag!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;To monica, my lil sis, please don worry so much, there are many people praying and suppoting you. Nothing will happen, I wont let anyone try and stop you from quitting. I have my ways and I hope you stay strong!! MUSHROOM ROCKS MY WORLD! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Legion rocks and panda can kiss my fucking candy ass.&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/1390027690935601365-8793103274789764378?l=unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com/feeds/8793103274789764378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1390027690935601365&amp;postID=8793103274789764378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390027690935601365/posts/default/8793103274789764378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390027690935601365/posts/default/8793103274789764378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com/2007/12/nyd.html' title='NYD'/><author><name>nigelboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12333726505207051747</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-1390027690935601365.post-8782163582305022020</id><published>2007-12-26T10:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T11:02:30.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boxing day/Christmas day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Greetings from the great!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Merry Christmas and Happy Boxing Day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well this year's christmas is somehow different cuz I spent it with my family and my nana girl. On Christmas eve, we went over to our auntie's place for christmas dinner and nana was there as well, so yea, had a great feast and this year, the kids didnt really have a 'present-ful' christmas cuz my uncle's cousins from New Zealand came over so ya, to prevent the need from buying more presents, my aunties and all didnt really prepare gifts, so ya. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;period. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas day was the usual, went for mass in the morning and was suppose to meet baby, but ya, she was kinda sick so we met up later in the day. Went over to foo's place for a mini christmas party, had fun and went home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Basically thats about all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;-new wallet from baby and new guitar from mom and pop-&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/1390027690935601365-8782163582305022020?l=unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com/feeds/8782163582305022020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1390027690935601365&amp;postID=8782163582305022020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390027690935601365/posts/default/8782163582305022020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390027690935601365/posts/default/8782163582305022020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com/2007/12/boxing-daychristmas-day.html' title='Boxing day/Christmas day'/><author><name>nigelboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12333726505207051747</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-1390027690935601365.post-18135779198841397</id><published>2007-12-18T09:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T17:02:57.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another boring day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Another day in school...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just another day in school. So bored that I fricking do not know what to blog about. So I shall just share with all of you how to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;kill borderm&lt;/span&gt; in school for 8 fricking hours. This is what I normaly do (please read carefully cuz if you wanna know how to kill borderm, you better learn from the best, which is from me, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Nigel the great&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*0830-reach school and clock in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*0845-breakfast at &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Breadboard &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;(its a canteen name, the stupid school actually came up with all these stupid names to all the different canteens in school)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*0930-back to lab, on the com, tune in to class 95fm online streaming radio just so I can have some sound around me other than my snoring groupmate beside me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*1000-go canteen buy mineral water&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*1015-stupid lab supervisor will walk in and comment on every single thing to kao pei on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*1030-he leaves and every one else in the lab starts playing games&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*1030-I continue to listen to radio, go msn, go read online newspaper, listen to indians in my lab talking in a strang language called&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;tamil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and irritate me, youtube, watch movie, read book, &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;ACTUALLY WE COULD GO FACE BOOK BUT THE FUCKING BLOCK THE SITE&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;*damn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, so instead we go friendster.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*1130-lunch. actually lunch starts at 12 but &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;heck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, we normally leave at 1130&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*1135-meet my friends, decide for 25mins where to go eat cuz we are so fucking sick of the food in school. If weather is good, we'll go opposite school and have lunch, if its raining, we'll normally head to Design school and have western food cuz they have nacho cheese. &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*some lameass shit excuse. But the food's really good and its dirt cheap.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*1400-by right we are supposed to be back at 1300 but once again, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;HECK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Sometimes we head over to tampines mall for lunch but seldom cuz damn lazy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*1430-continue to do the same as what I did at 1030, but now I go blog surfing. so ya, know you all know I read your blog everyday, infact about 5 times a day, maybe more. So better go update frequently (as I'm typing this entry, my groupmate is fucking snoring right beside me, I cant hear my radio, he snores really loudly. &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;AND HE IS FROM CITYHARVEST CHURCH! Everytime ask me go his church for events and stuff. SCREW YOU AND YOUR CHURCH! I HATE SUN HO AND I HATE EVERYTHING ASSOCIATED WITH YOUR CHURCH! THEY ARE NOW FASTING CUZ CHRISTMAS IS COMEING. HAHA,HE JUST CHANGE HIS PLACE, WENT OVER TO THE OTHER SIDE OF THE LAB TO SLEEP. HELL YEAH!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*1530-go canteen buy food to munch. Normally will go over to short circuit &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;(another dumbfuck canteen name cuzits in engineering school)&lt;/span&gt; to get wedges cuz its damn damn damn nice! they will deep fry only when you order so ya, its damn hot and crispy!!! And the best thing, its only &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;$1.50&lt;/span&gt;, (some dirt shit cheap food), den i'll buy nacho cheese which cost 30cents and pour inside the bag of nachos and eat, fucking better than KFC cheesefries! &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;*Angela you should try it&lt;/span&gt; man!&lt;/span&gt; Then will get a 550ml of coke to go along with the wedges and TA-DA.. a nice oily and fattening tea-time break!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*1600-continue to surf the net for lameass videos, this includes &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;(jeff dunham, power rangers bullshit and of course my favourite, indian racist videos) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Please go you tube and watch jeff dunham! &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;highly reccomanded&lt;/span&gt; from lameass nigel the great!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*1715-off the com, pack you stuff and go queue up to clock out like as if the singapore auntie queue up for free gifts or like JB people that come into singapore on bikes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*1730-clock out, walk damn fast to the bus stop and hurry take bus home cuz when you see the school from the bus stop, it feels like you just got out from jail and you fucking don wanna get back in. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;(ITS HELL IN THERE)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well well, in the above stated schedule, it excludes sleeping, normally I average out about a total of &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;2 hours&lt;/span&gt; of sleeping time so ya. I am now heading to the gym so yea. Til then, enjoy the tips of &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"How to kill time"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; brought to you by the &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;ultimate time-killing machine, Nigel the great.&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/1390027690935601365-18135779198841397?l=unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com/feeds/18135779198841397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1390027690935601365&amp;postID=18135779198841397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390027690935601365/posts/default/18135779198841397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390027690935601365/posts/default/18135779198841397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com/2007/12/another-boring-day.html' title='Another boring day'/><author><name>nigelboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12333726505207051747</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-1390027690935601365.post-6910594016156087515</id><published>2007-12-14T10:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T11:04:25.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'>jesus vs terminator</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Jesus vs Terminator &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Super hilarious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GIiFGMYpLUc&amp;amp;rel=" width="350" height="250" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1390027690935601365-6910594016156087515?l=unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com/feeds/6910594016156087515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1390027690935601365&amp;postID=6910594016156087515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390027690935601365/posts/default/6910594016156087515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390027690935601365/posts/default/6910594016156087515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com/2007/12/jesus-vs-terminator.html' title='jesus vs terminator'/><author><name>nigelboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12333726505207051747</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-1390027690935601365.post-6155572054398482808</id><published>2007-12-11T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T22:18:17.497+08:00</updated><title type='text'>countdown party no more</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Boring Day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally completed the powerpoint slides for project review tomorrow. Was supposed to go see and do some market research for the giutar I wanna buy for christmas for myself but in the end can't make it so I came home, alone. Bored til death and then something happened. Long long story, to keep it short, this year's new year will be spent at home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;End of post for today. I don't know what else to say. really.&lt;/span&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/1390027690935601365-6155572054398482808?l=unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com/feeds/6155572054398482808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1390027690935601365&amp;postID=6155572054398482808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390027690935601365/posts/default/6155572054398482808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390027690935601365/posts/default/6155572054398482808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com/2007/12/countdown-party-no-more.html' title='countdown party no more'/><author><name>nigelboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12333726505207051747</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-1390027690935601365.post-54978442633328264</id><published>2007-12-09T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T10:35:47.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>christmas party...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Legio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Party&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Holy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Trinity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aIwn6ffRmI8/R1wMUNNg-NI/AAAAAAAAAOI/aCSylFB1f-A/s1600-h/PC060165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141998415833528530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aIwn6ffRmI8/R1wMUNNg-NI/AAAAAAAAAOI/aCSylFB1f-A/s320/PC060165.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aIwn6ffRmI8/R1wMRNNg-MI/AAAAAAAAAOA/CHql4eVZyx4/s1600-h/PC060153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141998364293920962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aIwn6ffRmI8/R1wMRNNg-MI/AAAAAAAAAOA/CHql4eVZyx4/s320/PC060153.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aIwn6ffRmI8/R1wMUtNg-OI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/V7kHifI7BgI/s1600-h/PC060217.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141998424423463138" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aIwn6ffRmI8/R1wIkNNg9-I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/9pHLr3FirUM/s320/PC060151.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aIwn6ffRmI8/R1wIktNg9_I/AAAAAAAAAMY/0h14dVpZ7Vs/s1600-h/PC060155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141994301254858738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aIwn6ffRmI8/R1wIktNg9_I/AAAAAAAAAMY/0h14dVpZ7Vs/s320/PC060155.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aIwn6ffRmI8/R1wIk9Ng-AI/AAAAAAAAAMg/LI696USdPeY/s1600-h/PC060156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141994305549826050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aIwn6ffRmI8/R1wIk9Ng-AI/AAAAAAAAAMg/LI696USdPeY/s320/PC060156.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1390027690935601365-54978442633328264?l=unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com/feeds/54978442633328264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1390027690935601365&amp;postID=54978442633328264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390027690935601365/posts/default/54978442633328264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390027690935601365/posts/default/54978442633328264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmas-party.html' title='christmas party...'/><author><name>nigelboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12333726505207051747</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/_aIwn6ffRmI8/R1wMUNNg-NI/AAAAAAAAAOI/aCSylFB1f-A/s72-c/PC060165.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1390027690935601365.post-6200392328074871119</id><published>2007-12-08T00:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-08T00:39:38.152+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Ladies and gentlemen reading my blog who are from legion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Let me tell you guys. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;You are suffering from a sickness called "Post JXY smyptoms&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to experience and knowledge, what you guys are suffering from is &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;perfectly normal&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; There are a few signs to look out for if you think you're suffering from this particular sickness. First of all, you still feel like you're in camp, you still have the 'camp mood'. Secondly, you feel like you can't live without your legion friends. Thirdly, you would feel like meeting them every single day. Forthly, you feel very close to one particular camper, the feeling like he or she is damn close to you. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Fifth, you still hope you're in camp again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. And lastly, you'd miss you camp chief NIGEL NG.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is ok to feel the way you are feeling. Don't worry, you are not the only one. Most of us will feel like that! And the fact that you are feeling this way is because you opened yourself up during the camp and enjoyed the camp thoroughly. Well this is something good! You are not wierd! Those that DO NOT suffer from these symptoms are not normal! So just to say again, what you are suffering from is called &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"post JXY symptoms"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, its actually quite heartwarming to know that new friendships are formed during the duration of the camp. Its truely amazing what the legion is capable of doing. And its this drive that keeps me going and going, being able to change people, to chnge the way they think, they live and who they are as a person. Its truely something money can't freaking buy. I am really loving what I am doing and I will still continue to do it. I wanna devote my time to legion cuz this is where I grew up, the place where I met people that changed and transformed me. And most importantly, I knew myself better. I saw myself grow. I saw myself changed. What I see now is a new me. And I still continue to grow. And it will never stop. I am really living my life to the fullest now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Good friends. Legion. Da-jie. Meimei. Robin. Angela. Chan. Nana girl.&lt;/span&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/1390027690935601365-6200392328074871119?l=unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com/feeds/6200392328074871119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1390027690935601365&amp;postID=6200392328074871119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390027690935601365/posts/default/6200392328074871119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390027690935601365/posts/default/6200392328074871119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com/2007/12/ladies-and-gentlemen-reading-my-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>nigelboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12333726505207051747</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-1390027690935601365.post-239784299768619442</id><published>2007-12-03T08:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T11:11:52.954+08:00</updated><title type='text'>JXY 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Jing Xiu Ying 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It ended sweetly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;It ended the way I had in mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;It didn't end with a big ho-ha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;It eneded with sweet goodbyes and hugs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;It ended feeling something is going to be missing for the next few weeks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;It ended with friends holding on to each other, needing each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;It ended with people knowing that friends in legion really ain't the same as those outside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;It ended with love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;It ended with so much emotion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;It ended with me knowing the campers took back a little something from us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They took home a new bond of friendship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;They took home a new life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;They took home fun and joy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;They took home memories that could only be written in legion camps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;ETERNAL FRIENDSHIP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The theme this year was very much different from the past few years. In fact, from all camps before this. I had one thing in mind when I first took up the role as Camp Chief. I want to make this special for those that came and I want to make it the best JXY ever. I want them to come as individuals and leave home as a pack. A compact one. One that is interdependent. One by the name I call 'LEGION'. And they did, my camp facilitators (YGZ) did it. Everyone in the camp made it possible. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;"numbers don't matter... and I'm glad you guys came..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout the whole camp, I felt something so intensed. I have never ever felt it before. Its not about the fact that I'm camp chief and all I'm supposed to do is make sure the planned programes run smoothly. hell no. I wanted my campers to feel like they are here to have fun and enjoy the 5 days. Not to wake up feeling tired but to wake up feeling excited about everything thats going to happen throughout the day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dare say that I have been in the legion long enough to watch people come and go. Many left with reasons I couldn't accept. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;'I don't have time.. school damn busy...'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Time is what we are gien and how we use it is entirely up to us. I just feel very sad for those that left for this reason. For they do not know what they just walked out from in their lives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, I have also seen people coming out of it a better person, a changed person, a new life, a new beginning. From a quiet person, one that never talks, to one whom finally spoke. Its an intense feeling. It was the first time I actually hear her speak. The first time after I have seen her-- 4 years ago. Her voice was the most beautiful thing God created. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;It touched me. It filled me up inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; It was something I knew the legion did to make her what she is this very day. I wanted all to know that she has finally changed. She is someone I thought will never be able to express herself. Someone that will never step out. But right now, I am just gald she did. She small little actions, just assured us all that we were in fact someone in her life that she sees as friends. Friends that mattered. Friends that care. Friends that love. She was the one that I felt made my camp a worthwhile one. She gave me new hopes. And most importantly, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;She gave herself a new life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year's camp was a daring one. I had so many of 'first time..' The first timers of my YGZs, the first time of using a new campsite, the first time of me being the camp chief. The first time I feel what is was like to be heading the camp. It was a total new feeling. I have been in YGZ for the past 4 years. And the fact that being in there is already so much of fun and satisfaction, I didnt know what to expect when I became camp chief. Will I be able to get the feeling i had when I was in YGZ? I really didnt know and I didnt expect anything before the camp started. My only concern was that all the programs run smoothly and that the campers leave with something from the camp. But, I was so wrong. I felt twice as mush satisfaction as compared to being in YGZ. First I saw that me group of YGZs were finally working together and especially monica. She shined her way through. She is someone full of potential. She aims high and makes sure things get done. And its her first time in YGZ. She is so hardworking. She works hard even when she's tired. She just make me so so proud of her. And the fact that she did it for the passion. The love for the camp. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Its truely touches my heart to know that this girl right here, is really giving her 110%. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I really went to know her, I thought that all along this was just one normal girl coming for camps cuz he was forced to and that she would always be in her own clique. She was labeled as one of those few that simply didnt care about everything. But we were wrong. She was that way she were because she couldnt fit into the crowd. She was someone that can make a difference and she did. She really did. Not everyone saw her effort but I did. She worked through the night to make sure nothing fails during the execution. She makes sure everyone knows their roles. She made sure everything runs smoothly. She did it. She really did. I am so so proud of her. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I really am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The camp in general has bonded us so much closer. Like every other camps, its definite to leave the camp with something. but I feel that this year's camp, they left with so much more. Perhaps it was because of my theme and that they could link it closely with their life, or perhaps it was the doings of someone higher up. On my personal note, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I have grew so much deeper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. When I saw that my campers knew the camp dance and was dancing &lt;em&gt;not as individuals, but as a camp&lt;/em&gt;, as one body, my world brightened up. Its an insane feeling. I broke down. I felt God, I felt his doings, I felt him.. What I saw wasnt 24 campers dancing. &lt;em&gt;I saw one legion dancing&lt;/em&gt;. All to the same tune. And for the simple fact that they learnt the camp dance, is a sign that they have grown, they have accepted everything and they grew. Its a different feeling when you really see things as a whole. When I was in YGZ, i felt good when they knew how to dance. Thats all. Nothing more and nothing less. But this time round, as camp chief, I know that they have bonded. They have accepted eveything and most importantly, they were simply enjoying it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, I am so proud of everyone on my team this year. I am glad you guys worked so hard to make sure the camp runs smoothly. I am thankful you guys sacrificed so much of your time to plan for the camp. I am thankful there was no rain for the past 5 days. I am thankful the campers felt closer. I am thankful for pet's and robin's help. I am thankful for all campers for coming to the camp. I am thankful for the care and support from my parents, friends and seniors. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The camp is over and it can't be brought back. But I know the memories from the camp will never be lost. The &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;crying, the hugs and the late night sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. I have enjoyed every single bit of the camp and now, for all those that were present at the camp, I thank you all for making everything pssible. Now, I am closing the book of the camp.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JXY 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;The camp that changed many lives&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/1390027690935601365-239784299768619442?l=unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com/feeds/239784299768619442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1390027690935601365&amp;postID=239784299768619442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390027690935601365/posts/default/239784299768619442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390027690935601365/posts/default/239784299768619442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com/2007/12/jxy-2007.html' title='JXY 2007'/><author><name>nigelboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12333726505207051747</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-1390027690935601365.post-1852516838996451481</id><published>2007-11-27T13:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T13:51:47.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;It was just this month.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;Busy schedule.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;School projects.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;Church.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;Legion Camp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just this month...&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/1390027690935601365-1852516838996451481?l=unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com/feeds/1852516838996451481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1390027690935601365&amp;postID=1852516838996451481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390027690935601365/posts/default/1852516838996451481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390027690935601365/posts/default/1852516838996451481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com/2007/11/it-was-just-this-month.html' title=''/><author><name>nigelboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12333726505207051747</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-1390027690935601365.post-5557275192389904503</id><published>2007-11-18T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T23:58:06.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Just something to think about..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No one warns young people to follow Adam's example. He waited till God saw his need. Then God made Adam sleep, prepared for his mate, and brought her to him. We need more of this 'being asleep' in the will of God. Then we can receive what He brings us in His own time, if at all. Instead we are set as bloodhouds after a partner, considering everyone we see until our minds are so concerned with the sex problem that we can talk of nothing else when bull-session time comes around. It is true that a fellow cannot ignore women—but he can think of them as he ought—as sisters, not as sparring partners!" - Shadow of the Almighty, Chapter 4 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;-Jim Elliott-&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/1390027690935601365-5557275192389904503?l=unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com/feeds/5557275192389904503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1390027690935601365&amp;postID=5557275192389904503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390027690935601365/posts/default/5557275192389904503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390027690935601365/posts/default/5557275192389904503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com/2007/11/just-something-to-think-about.html' title=''/><author><name>nigelboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12333726505207051747</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-1390027690935601365.post-5979105195529534046</id><published>2007-11-15T15:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T19:17:11.978+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 year anniversary</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;On the 12th of November 2007, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Marks the 365th day of our relationship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;It was a day to be rememberd. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;It was the best day ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;A year was hard to come by and it's even harder to let it go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout the year, we had our good moments and we had our bad ones, but most of it, were good. I mean if most of it were bad, the relationship is pointless. Well, throughout the course of our relationship, I've met many of baby's friends, all from the different walks of life. We're all different, in a way, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;unique.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time I went over to baby's place, gawd, it was the time where my balls were in my mouth. I was scaring the hell outta myself. Hell yeah. I mean if you truely love the person, you'll panic the first time you meet their parents. To everything, there's always a first time! And so did I, I had mine and baby had hers. So then after a few times of saying hi and bye to her parents, you slowly get used to it and ya, you're feeling like family now! You feel attached to the family, like family. Like there's a need to be there at family functions. Like birthdays and funeral etc. two extrems events, just to prove my point. But its not the event that you're goig that makes the difference, its the one you have in mind when you attend such function. Its really the thoughts that count.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well during this one year, I dare say, I changed. Good and bad. It wasnt an easy path to walk by, but am glad that baby was there to hold my hands and be by side. Right now, I know I am different, although there were times when I really cant take the situation that I've been thrown into, and ya, for that particular moment, I flared up and all. But its only for a while, after I calm down and think, its all dumb shit and regret but ya. I mean shit happens. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During our 1st year anniversary, I prepared something for my baby. It wasnt something expensive, It wasnt something baby was expecting, It wasnt something spectacular, It wasnt something branded. It was sonething from my heart. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I wrote baby a song. A song, with lyrics saying how we met and the significant events that happened when we were together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I came up with the chords and I played it on the guitar for my baby. The song is something I hope will be played on every anniversary adding new events to my song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And baby did a surprise for me. Guess what? She made a dedication on 95fm 4 days before our anniversary and it got read out!! Thats something I didnt expect. really.. And on top of that, baby did kinda like a story telling on paper and it ended up with the last piece of paper saying&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;--"There are many fishes in the sea. But you're the only fish in the sea for me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;and baby gave me a fish. A small cute pale orange fish with very shiny fins, we named it, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;'masterpiece'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; cuz after the dedication was read out, the song 'masterpiece' accompanied. So we decided, 'masterpiece' will be it's name. And right now, its swimming happily in the tank in my room.&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Looking at 'masterpiece' swimming freely, just ease away all my problems and sooth my soul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well one year didnt come easy and its something thats really important to me. Its something special. Its something I'm experiencing for the first time. Its Everything to me. Its family to me. It one thing I call love. I call it "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/1390027690935601365-5979105195529534046?l=unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com/feeds/5979105195529534046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1390027690935601365&amp;postID=5979105195529534046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390027690935601365/posts/default/5979105195529534046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390027690935601365/posts/default/5979105195529534046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com/2007/11/1-year-anniversary.html' title='1 year anniversary'/><author><name>nigelboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12333726505207051747</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-1390027690935601365.post-7131435381530902194</id><published>2007-10-24T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T22:15:20.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>long time again..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Looking at the fish tank in my room,&lt;br /&gt;I cannot help but have mixed feelings...*random&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend was busy cuz baby's grandpa passed away silently or should I say peacefully. He left while taking an afternoon nap. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;May the lord bless his soul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Well, I was at the wake most of the time whenever I had time, I was at the wake, keeping my baby company, and helping out at the wake as much as I can. Throughout those few days, baby and I felt so much connection. Not that I'm saying we were having fun at the wake but we did bonded...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And cuz of the wake I spent a lot of time with my baby and it just feels good to know that she is round me. Event though she might be doing prayers for her grandpa, I sit and watch. Just the fact that she is visible, its good enough for me. I just enjoy looking at my baby..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well lots of other stuff happened as well but I think I don't wanna elaborate. Just have this to say, through good times and bad times, no matter what happens, no matter how far my baby is, I promise I'll be there for her. Things happened between me and her and I know how much my baby loves me.. so so so so much.. Its hard to put it in words, but I know it in my heart. She's just someone that I'll treasure with all my heart. She's the one for me. She really is. I dare to say so. And right now, I miss her so dearly as I am typing this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I want you to know baby, you're all I can ever ask for. &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/1390027690935601365-7131435381530902194?l=unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com/feeds/7131435381530902194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1390027690935601365&amp;postID=7131435381530902194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390027690935601365/posts/default/7131435381530902194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390027690935601365/posts/default/7131435381530902194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com/2007/10/long-time-again.html' title='long time again..'/><author><name>nigelboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12333726505207051747</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-1390027690935601365.post-1322187463377803070</id><published>2007-09-23T02:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T03:30:02.315+08:00</updated><title type='text'>things happens..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Things happened lately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously don't know where to start from.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things happen for a reson and there are the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;causes&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;effects.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby told me about a story of 10% and 90%. It really made a huge impact on me. 10% being things you cant control and 90% being how you react upon the 10%. It works on everything. No other method works better than this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foo just put an end to something and the three brothers had a good talk. Especially kee and I. We talked about life. For the first time in so long I was able to talk to kee about this knida stuff. Well, I am always running away from problems in reguards to life. Questions like where do you see yourself in 10 years' time. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I never had any answer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. I never did. But talking to kee today, we only came to this conclusion. Everything in life is solely about yourself and how you want to live it. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;You can have a million reasons to live for but you only need one thing to make your life worth living for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Ask yourself what is that one thing that can give you strength to climb the highest mountains, to cross the deepest sea, to soar the highest sky, to make it simple, what is the one thing that keeps you alive, that changes the way you beheave and react and let you will power do the rest. For me, I try my best to trust my own will power but I tend to fail. I am not strong inside. However, it takes time. Every individual takes different amount of time to fully understand and to really make use of their own will power. I am making use of it now. I am really trying my best to be able to tell myself what to do. Its damn hard. It really is. But all it takes is one step. From that one step, take another and the rest will follow naturally. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;A journey of a thousand miles begins with a step a they always say. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My baby, means a lot to me. She knows. And I know it too. Kee asked me "how do you know that the someone you're with, is &lt;strong&gt;THE&lt;/strong&gt; one?" I paused and answered, "you just do, you just know that she is &lt;strong&gt;THE&lt;/strong&gt; one!" Kee understood every single word I said. He always understands. He is always very deep in thoughts and I really admire him for that trait. But on a serious note, you know she's the one when she &lt;strong&gt;IS&lt;/strong&gt; the one. Like how I know that she &lt;strong&gt;IS&lt;/strong&gt; the one. Its something you can't explain. She is the reason you do everything. In whatever things that you do, she is always in the picture. She is the reason that make you change. Not to make you a different person to her own liking. But to change you for the better. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Not for her. For yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; It really is the true reason why she change you. It's hard to tell you how much it means when someone in your life is making a huge impact on everything that you do but its a mighty strong force that keeps you going on and is always pushing you, positively. Right now, I just wanna say to that special someone in my heart that you really give me strength to do things I can't. But I know there is only so much she can give. The rest is ultimately down to my own will power to do it. And I swear, I am trying. And I promise no matter how hard it is, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I will perserve, I will not give up, I will succeed, I will cuz I know I can. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Will power.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For foo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Don't think too much. Remember, Kee and I will always support you in all decisions that you make. Brothers for life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dearest nana baby, this entry is for me. A remembrance, a promise, that I make and will keep it in my heart. All you said in the past, every single word, I have never forgotten about it. Give me one more chance. I will make it. I promise. &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/1390027690935601365-1322187463377803070?l=unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com/feeds/1322187463377803070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1390027690935601365&amp;postID=1322187463377803070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390027690935601365/posts/default/1322187463377803070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390027690935601365/posts/default/1322187463377803070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com/2007/09/things-happens_23.html' title='things happens..'/><author><name>nigelboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12333726505207051747</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-1390027690935601365.post-7304114061182969368</id><published>2007-09-01T02:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T02:54:33.872+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kee's birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Sorry for the missing out in action.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I am back!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;So many things I wanna say so let's do it slowly...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BABY:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am sorry for not bring able to meet up with you these few days. It feels really bad not being able to be by your side comforting you when you need me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It feels really bad when I know you wanna feel my lips and i can't be there to give it to you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It feels bad when I can't whisper sweet things into your right ear.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It feels bad when I can cook the things you wanna eat.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It feels bad when I can sleep by your side.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It feels bad to make you feel so lonely.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I am so sorry baby for not being able to be there by your side this week. Now that my exams are finally over, I can finally be with you 24/7. Gawd, I miss you like crazy now. Its insane. I am typing this entry in my room and I just hope you're lying right next to me, looking at me with those eyes filled with passion and love. It drives me crazy when you look at me like that. Its intense. But I love it when you do it. Baby, you are all that matters. I really cant wait for our romantic getaway to krabi. I really can't wait. &lt;em&gt;I love you...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kee's birthday:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I just came back from kee's birthday celebration at Zouk. And let's just put it this way. He got &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;fcuking drunk&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Dead drunk. Puked his dinner out. Guess what he ate. Pastamania. On top of that, creamy chicken. Gawd. The smell still lingers. But what are brothers for. Kee wanted to get drunk so ya, wish granted bro. haha. It was the first time me and foo see kee get drunk so damn badly. He has always been the best drinker amongst the 3 of us but I think the long island tea is too much to handle especially when you down about a jug straight in a row. On top of that, 4 shots of tequila, Vodka lime and the music. Bound to puke understand-able. Whats most heartwarming is that when on the way back in the cab, Kee said&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;"Its good to know I have people that care for me...."&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;What are brothers for... Gawd seriously, this &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;two people are two that in my life I'll always remember. Sworn to be brothers for life. Thank you guys. You two have been the greatest man in my entire life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Swear I will never ever forget whatever hardships we went through together. Thick and thin. Good and evil. Anything and Everything. Love you guys. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Brothers for life.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Krabi:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously can't wait! And I think baby must be more anxious than me cuz other that something i bought for her, I made something for her! haha. Something that when you first see it, you'd wanna have it but you can't! haha. Just this phrase alone can make my baby's head go crazy!! Well don't worry baby, I've got everything planned out. 5 months ago, you planned my birthday. This time round, its my turn!!! I love my baby. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cant wait to go snorkel, hot spring and most importantly, soend quality time with the one I love the most. Waking up in the morning and being able to see the one you love, is already a blessing.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I can't wait. Hopefully time will really fly now til thurs and pass slowly when we're in Krabi! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Til then people, signing off!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1390027690935601365-7304114061182969368?l=unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com/feeds/7304114061182969368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1390027690935601365&amp;postID=7304114061182969368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390027690935601365/posts/default/7304114061182969368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390027690935601365/posts/default/7304114061182969368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com/2007/09/kees-birthday.html' title='kee&apos;s birthday'/><author><name>nigelboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12333726505207051747</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-1390027690935601365.post-1022519646243149697</id><published>2007-08-12T18:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T10:35:48.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy 9 months anniversary!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Happy 9 months anniversary!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;9 months zoomed past like it was just yesterday. But I amso delighted with all thats happening with my life now. I can't ask for anything more, I do not need anything else, cuz I've got you in my life and you complete me entirely. You make me whole. You are the reason I live, you're the reason i breathe, you're the reason I do everything. Nothing is complete without you, especially my life without you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;On the eve of national day we went clubbing together, its the first time the both of us go club together. Well at first it felt a little wierd but after a while its ok cuz we know we were going there to have fun. And we sure did, but wont be going club anytime soon cuz we'll be busy again. so yea, but we did have fun though!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Well this past 9 months have been great. I have never ever regretted at any point of my life. All the 9 months we were together we were having so much fun getting to know each other more, learning more about each other's life, having each other's company when we needed each other. Basically just being there for each other physically and emotionally. Well I finally understood what emotionally security means only til recently, but ya, slow you might say but better late then never. I love you my sheena girl. I love your everything. I love your all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I'll never let you go. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Below are some pictures taken with enzo, baby's cousin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aIwn6ffRmI8/Rr7zLgeQYXI/AAAAAAAAALg/bZwm5S64NBg/s1600-h/DSC00478.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097779207250927986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aIwn6ffRmI8/Rr7zLgeQYXI/AAAAAAAAALg/bZwm5S64NBg/s320/DSC00478.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aIwn6ffRmI8/Rr7zMAeQYYI/AAAAAAAAALo/d5AOSkoHs68/s1600-h/DSC00476.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097779215840862594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aIwn6ffRmI8/Rr7zMAeQYYI/AAAAAAAAALo/d5AOSkoHs68/s320/DSC00476.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aIwn6ffRmI8/Rr7zMgeQYZI/AAAAAAAAALw/cNI_43PkixM/s1600-h/DSC00473.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097779224430797202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aIwn6ffRmI8/Rr7zMgeQYZI/AAAAAAAAALw/cNI_43PkixM/s320/DSC00473.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aIwn6ffRmI8/Rr7zMweQYaI/AAAAAAAAAL4/UXIJmBlpOiU/s1600-h/P4270370.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097779228725764514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aIwn6ffRmI8/Rr7zMweQYaI/AAAAAAAAAL4/UXIJmBlpOiU/s320/P4270370.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1390027690935601365-1022519646243149697?l=unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com/feeds/1022519646243149697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1390027690935601365&amp;postID=1022519646243149697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390027690935601365/posts/default/1022519646243149697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390027690935601365/posts/default/1022519646243149697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com/2007/08/happy-9-months-anniversary.html' title='happy 9 months anniversary!'/><author><name>nigelboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12333726505207051747</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/_aIwn6ffRmI8/Rr7zLgeQYXI/AAAAAAAAALg/bZwm5S64NBg/s72-c/DSC00478.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1390027690935601365.post-998677084567419405</id><published>2007-07-31T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T21:56:34.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what is love?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love is not a need.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love is not a want. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love is not a necessity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love is not based on money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love is not bought.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love is not done alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love is not lived on terms and conditions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love is a must.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love is rich.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love is built on nothing but itself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love is togetherness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love is unconditional.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love is you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;LOVE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;~superman~&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/1390027690935601365-998677084567419405?l=unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1390027690935601365.post-4854488938568700272</id><published>2007-07-24T11:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T12:12:47.128+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blogging</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Two weeks have gone by..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I shant blog bout anything else but my baby, Sheena. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is the bestest bestest thing that ever happened in my life. This few weeks, I know that now, we have connected emotionally. I am very sure. I know when she needs me without her saying. I know what she wants to say everytime and its this special little something that exist that makes me want to discover more about love, love with you and love from you. Its an achievement when two bodies are emotionally connected. You feel good about it. Well I do not know about the others but I think its soething not easy to come by and I took 8 months to achieve this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All along, in the past, I thought I understood what it means by emotionally connected but in actual fact I didnt. I didnt at all. Well I must say I have grown up quite a lot this 8 months, I have never felt like that before. Its like I'm finally being a sensible man. A man. I ain't a boy no more. So much so I told my mum whatever problems I think may affect our future. Everything. I told my mum I was dead serious about my baby. And that what my mum thinks will affect me in making decisions for everything. And I want my family to like her, to accept her for who she is and to love her like her own sister and own daughter. Just like how I did. It'll take some time but I'm sure we can do it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, baby will always ask me to make decision for her. Its not that she can't think for herself. Its that she cares how i think and she wants me to be part of her decision making thats why she usually asks me for opinion when it comes to desicion making. I used to lament about why she always cant make decision herself. But now I know, cuz I've grown, because of you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many things happened between us and we usually at that point of time want the other party to go away. But in super actual fact, we want each other more. It happens to everybody. [NO from the mouth, YES from the heart] well, it happened to us as well. But never walk away. It'll hurt you and most importantly hurt the other party even more. I've learnt and I'll remember. Always and ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dedicated to my love.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;From the break of dawn I await you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Til the sight of you calms all storm within my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You fill all emptiness within me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And gave me light that shines within.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The thought of you being mine,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Will never change as it goes with time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I love you so deeply it fills my soul,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;so much that I will never let you go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;~superman~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1390027690935601365-4854488938568700272?l=unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com/feeds/4854488938568700272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1390027690935601365&amp;postID=4854488938568700272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390027690935601365/posts/default/4854488938568700272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390027690935601365/posts/default/4854488938568700272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com/2007/07/blogging.html' title='blogging'/><author><name>nigelboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12333726505207051747</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-1390027690935601365.post-1331568492917872639</id><published>2007-07-11T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T22:32:02.001+08:00</updated><title type='text'>too long not blogging again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Sorry for the long time not blogging.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;But time does not permit me to do so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;But here I am going to blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;So pay attention.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It has been about a month since I blogged. And once again lotsa stuff happen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The planning for year end church camp has started. And I'm heading the camp. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;School started and projects are coming in like it's free of charge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Term test just ended and results are so-so only.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The stupid compamy that I was suppose to work for has delayed my first day of work for bout 4 weeks now, screw the boss. I might just go work at rasa sentosa. period.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Baby is so stressed up with work and things are not going her way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Screw all the other teachers at her centre who are making use of her. Fuck all of you. Learn to grow up and clean your asses yourself. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I cannot stand it when people make use of other people. And now, its my girlfriend. &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So fuck you even more.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Have been going swimming every wednesday for the past two months. Looking good with my tan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Project still not completed yet. Fuck the school. Give us so much shit to complete. Programming somemore. I fricking hate programming. &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;*If anyone out there knows how to do programming in MCT please leave a P.M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Once again I would like to say &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"screw and fuck you"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to the teachers who made use of my baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Have been gaining weight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But have been working out. So it evens out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Have not been using the com so thats why I have not been blogging.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am loving my baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wanna "zhng" my bike. I wanna get my front lights.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I love my baby more than yesterday, more than the day before yesterday and yesterday an many more yesterday that went by.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I miss my baby right this very moment. My baby needs my company. She need my support. She needs my everything. And I'll give to her. Because I love her, I'll give her my all, my everything&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love you. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I really do.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can say it a hundred times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can say it a thousand times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can say it a million times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can say it.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1390027690935601365-1331568492917872639?l=unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com/feeds/1331568492917872639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1390027690935601365&amp;postID=1331568492917872639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390027690935601365/posts/default/1331568492917872639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390027690935601365/posts/default/1331568492917872639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com/2007/07/too-long-not-blogging-again.html' title='too long not blogging again.'/><author><name>nigelboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12333726505207051747</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-1390027690935601365.post-6907711020087518990</id><published>2007-06-25T19:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T20:28:29.637+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ubin trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Dearest all, Sorry for not updating my blog. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Have been busy lately, With love.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well last weekend, my baby and I went over to ubin chalet for a weekend getaway before school starts. And I must say even though it was only for two days, we really did have fun and enjoyed each other's company. Its been long since the both of us cuddle in each other's arms and fall asleep in love. Well school has started for the both of us but this will not slow us down. We'll definitely make it through! No matter what happens, We'll stand by each other.&lt;br /&gt;Promise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On saturday, we set off with the earliest ferry that took us to Ubin and it was pretty fast. ckecked in and got our keys. This time round I remember the room nunber-314. haha. Well don't expect too much from the room but still can make it. Just like any other chalets here in Singapore. One toilet and one bed and a tv set. Thats quite about it. Well this time round, compared to that time when I had my birthday celebration over at sentosa, it was a total different feeling. Back then at Sentosa, We felt likt we were out of town, as in like as if we wre overseas, I think it cuz of the room but ya. This time round, we feltlike we were home but ya, as in we feel like we never left Singapore and was like at pasir ris or something but one thing is for sure. The company I had was the same. It feels good to know that my baby was there beside me for the past two days. I really did have fun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first night was bbq, and actually we were quite surprised with the anount of food that was given. as in we paid $38 for the two of us for the bbq abd according to the menu online, it was quite a big feast but when we saw the food that was given I was like a bit..... wtf. But surprisingly, the seasoning was damn good. Especially the chicken wings. Ate and slacked for a while. Then we walked to one corner of the place and sat down to admire the stars but I'm so sorry baby, it was a little disappointing to know that there werent many stars but rest assure, we'll go somewhere where we can lay down by the beach at night and enjoy the night sky together.&lt;br /&gt;Promise. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout the afternoon, we played mastermind and were having a hell lot of fun!! haha. Its one game that can last very long. Well we really did have lotsa fun!! Lunch was above my expectation for taste but just a little too much oil was used in the cooking but overall its pretty good! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming to the leaving part. Sigh it was hard. It was like we just came and we were leaving. Baby really enjoyed herself so much that she didnt wanna go back home. Well, me too. We really liked this kinda holiday that we can enjoy each other. But its just that its too short. The next time we go away, We must go for at least 4 days! It'll come soon k baby?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;During these two days baby, I really had so much fun and I amsure the two days have brought us so much closer to each other. My lover. My everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1390027690935601365-6907711020087518990?l=unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com/feeds/6907711020087518990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1390027690935601365&amp;postID=6907711020087518990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390027690935601365/posts/default/6907711020087518990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390027690935601365/posts/default/6907711020087518990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com/2007/06/ubin-trip.html' title='ubin trip'/><author><name>nigelboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12333726505207051747</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-1390027690935601365.post-1533380434269927780</id><published>2007-06-18T10:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T10:53:58.567+08:00</updated><title type='text'>its been a week.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Love needs no long definitions. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Love needs no bombastic words to describe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Love is just 6 letters. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;S-H-E-E-N-A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a tough and hard sailing week for the both of us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well I don't like to dwell in the past so let's just say we're now so much better in terms of relationship. Like what I told winson before, if you have a breakup and then patch up, onlt two things will happen. Either the relationship goes from bad to worse or its from better to best. And for me, it's for better to best to wonderful to perfect. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time round we communicated so much better. We talked our hearts out on the 13 of june by the beach. We trashed things out. All of them. What I have been thinking and what she was thinking about. All unhappines was poured out and now what's left are two hearts burning with desire to love and understand each other more. Well, many things happened prior to this but i must say again, the beach really meant something to the both of us. It's the only place i feel calm and I can be myself. It may sound stupid, it may sound dumb, it may sound ridiculous but yes, the beach really mean something to the both of us, especially me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 13 of june, we were out with uncle joe, we went out to visit hook, a cat, and went to the park. So we were just walkin and we went to the beach and walked down with sand in our toes. Well, at that time, my heart was still unsure, I swear I was still thinking. Well, about what I don't know. After that we sat down on the bench and we just talked. So I was thinking to myself, Since things are already like that as in, in a bad shape, and it's not like I don't love her anymore, why not give it another try, and this time round, notice all the small details on her. Notice everything about her, like why did my baby wear this pair of shoes today? Is it cuz it goes with what she's wearing or maybe it's just because it's just convienient to slip it in. Or why did my baby eat kway tiao instead of mee pok. Well it's all the small little things thats matter. This time, I have became more sensitive to her feelings, I'll put her in my shoes. I will. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well its all like a brand new start. A new start to our book of love. A new start to a new life, With you, my Wondergirl, my nana, my everything.&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/1390027690935601365-1533380434269927780?l=unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com/feeds/1533380434269927780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1390027690935601365&amp;postID=1533380434269927780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390027690935601365/posts/default/1533380434269927780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390027690935601365/posts/default/1533380434269927780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com/2007/06/its-been-week.html' title='its been a week.'/><author><name>nigelboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12333726505207051747</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-1390027690935601365.post-6010588394908447312</id><published>2007-06-11T21:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T10:35:48.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tioman trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aIwn6ffRmI8/Rm1Knhut_cI/AAAAAAAAALI/tFyFjKIYvZU/s1600-h/DSC02129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074794398046092738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aIwn6ffRmI8/Rm1Knhut_cI/AAAAAAAAALI/tFyFjKIYvZU/s320/DSC02129.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt; The story of 3 friends (brothers for life)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;who would carry you and guide you when you're drunk?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;who would listen to all your problems in the middle of the night?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;who would mind you crying out to them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;who would come over and give you a pad when you're down and crying?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;who would tell you "what are brothers for"?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;This two guys in the picture will.&lt;/span&gt; In fact they'll do anything and everything to make my life worthwhile. I have never ever regretted anything. I love the both of them so much that I have been thinking about having a tattoo for the past week. A tattoo of three of our names. Right on the right side of my side abs. Well I may do it. Who knows?.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well the tioman trip was just great. The sea water was clear like swimming pool water, if not clearer. The sand is fine as flour, if not finer. The sun is perfect. The music is wonderful. Everything compliments each other so well, it's like in a picture. When we reached the island, we had a 4 wheel drive waiting to drive us to the resort. And the journey to the resort was once in a lifetime experience. We really went through mud and super steep slopes. The driver really made full use of the engine. In fact, he abused it. At night, we bought a bottle of Jack Daniel's whiskey. It was only 60Rm. Dirt cheap. And I must say all the songs that were playing at the bar, really affected me a hell lot. Songs like "I swear" , "When you believe"....... and many other lovely and romantic songs, those that make you cry when you down and alone, but at the same time make you smile when you're with the one you love. I was feeling so down. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We drank the night away and i got wasted. It was my first time so darn drunk. I hated this kinda feeling. But I had to numb the pain. Its foolish and dumb and childish, whatever you call it. It's my life so let me deal with it. So I got wasted and went back to the room and slept. like a log. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Second day was snorkling. All the corals are super gorgeous. Its a waste we didnt get an underwater camera. It'd be great if we had one. But then again, the corals are so magnificient! So many different colors! Like what foo said, He thought all these could only be seen on television and magazines, We saw it with our own eyes. Magnificient. Mother nature is still the best. No doubt bout it. Well so we spend the whole day snorkling at different spots and went back at bout 4 plus. Went to sleep while waiting for dinner. After dinner, I don't know why, I started to think about you. So so much. I cried. Very badly. Like I said, the songs added fuel to fire. I had a good cry I must say. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;All I thought about was the beach. Because the beach meant something to the both of us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Th stars were all over the sky. Like a galaxy. It was so charming. I wished you were there with me. You'd lie on me and I would lie on you. But things ain't the same anymore. Well the last day was just plain simple and always the same. Wake up and go home. It sucks to go home. I can stay there forever, for eternity. I love the life, I love the people and most of all, I love the beach. I love everthing there. Well its all over now and all I have are memories and pictures to remind me of how everything looked like and from them, i go back into the memories. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;All was good. But memories will still live on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aIwn6ffRmI8/Rm1RrBut_dI/AAAAAAAAALQ/EBCfB32dP9o/s1600-h/DSC00288.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aIwn6ffRmI8/Rm1RrBut_eI/AAAAAAAAALY/Y_eADenHScw/s1600-h/DSC02135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074802154757029346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aIwn6ffRmI8/Rm1RrBut_eI/AAAAAAAAALY/Y_eADenHScw/s320/DSC02135.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;This shirt, i bought it for a reason....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1390027690935601365-6010588394908447312?l=unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com/feeds/6010588394908447312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1390027690935601365&amp;postID=6010588394908447312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390027690935601365/posts/default/6010588394908447312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390027690935601365/posts/default/6010588394908447312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com/2007/06/story-of-3-friends-brothers-for-life.html' title='Tioman trip'/><author><name>nigelboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12333726505207051747</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/_aIwn6ffRmI8/Rm1Knhut_cI/AAAAAAAAALI/tFyFjKIYvZU/s72-c/DSC02129.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1390027690935601365.post-8394496760457464737</id><published>2007-06-02T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T21:45:22.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>back from camp.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I'm back from the camp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;It's a success. We pulled it through. All of us played a part.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, the feeling of leaving the camp is not nice. I miss evryone from the camp. 4 days together is not nothing. It's something. I'm sure everyone in the planning commitee feels the same way cuz it's a natural way of how we'll feel after camps. I don't like the feeling but i like the feeling. It's funny. I don't know how to explain to you guys but thought of ending the camp feels good and all cuz finally all we planned for has been done and all the hard work of endless hours of meeting is finally showing. But on the other hand, the thought of us going through so much together and now we just leave in our own seperate ways just don't feel good for me. It's like i miss everyone in the planning com. Especially my meimei. She really inproved so much after this camp. And I'm so very proud of her. Well just a little history bout me and my meimei. We only gotta know each other after last year's year end camp and the funny thing is, We kinda knew each other before but not so close. And its legion that brought us so close together. I like it when you have someone close to your heart in legion, it just adds on to so much other positive stuff, friendship is definitely one of them. And I'm sure all of us treasure the relationship we have with one another. Its something found only here, not anywhere else. I really miss everyone from the camp, especially meiemi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well the best part of the camp was always the praise and worship session. And this year, i felt a different feeling. I admit I didnt really feel God, but what I felt was memories form all the previous camps all the way from 1998 when I went for my first one. Back then I was Primary 4. And the year end camp back then was the most talked about thing in legion, it was an honor to be in the planning commitee, it was something most people wanna do cuz back then, we had like 40 over people for a camp and the numbers ruduced over the years, but the spirit of the camps will always stay close to my heart.&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt; The cheers we scream to please the game masters just to get more points, the non-air-con classroom we spend our nights in for 5 days and 4 nights, the writting of SP letters late into the night, the giving of stuff and doing things for our SP and so many other stuff that can tear you when you think of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; The meomories are always re-lived after every camp. allthe memories will come back. Like this camp's P&amp;W, all that was in my mind was people from the past that I really really looked up to and all the hugging and swaying when we sang songs, it was all good memories, nothing seems to be bad, I don't know why. This time, my meimei was the one I thought of, she came into my life as nobody and she was just another girl that maybe will just go away sometime later on but no, She meant sonething to me. Someone special. She is a changed girl now from this year's camp, she grew. She's changed, for the better and it's like I saw her through doing that, I watched her grew and she still has a lot of improvements to make but a journey of a thousand miles begins with a step and she did, she took first steps and she'll continue to grow. Well, its sort of like a teacher seeing her students finish their leaving school exams and the teacher knows that he/she has done something to make a difference no matter big or small in the student's life and this is exactly how I'm feeling now. I'm really proud of you meimei, &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You really didnt let me down. Kor is really proud of you. (10/10/2006)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the end of the camp marks a beginning to another, for many of the new guys in the planning commitee, I'm glad you took up the challenge and I know for sure you took home something with you in which textbooks can't teach. The feeling you're feeling now-missing the company, is a good one, it means you guys mean something to each other. Somewhere in your heart, is a place for someone special. And I'm glad all of you stayed together and make this camp a success. Give yourselves a pad on the back. You guys really did a great and wonderful job. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1390027690935601365-8394496760457464737?l=unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com/feeds/8394496760457464737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1390027690935601365&amp;postID=8394496760457464737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390027690935601365/posts/default/8394496760457464737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390027690935601365/posts/default/8394496760457464737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com/2007/06/back-from-camp.html' title='back from camp.'/><author><name>nigelboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12333726505207051747</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-1390027690935601365.post-8398950020847893573</id><published>2007-05-30T10:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T10:39:06.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Lost.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Out of control.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Iwant you back.&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/1390027690935601365-8398950020847893573?l=unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com/feeds/8398950020847893573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1390027690935601365&amp;postID=8398950020847893573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390027690935601365/posts/default/8398950020847893573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390027690935601365/posts/default/8398950020847893573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com/2007/05/lost.html' title=''/><author><name>nigelboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12333726505207051747</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-1390027690935601365.post-8165913252572042572</id><published>2007-05-27T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T10:35:49.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>back from pre-camp</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Ladies and Gentlemen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;I'm back from my pre-camp. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Everything's almost ready.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But not for me. It was the first time I felt so darn stressed when in the first place I werent in the planning committee. Well perhaps its cuz me being the "communicator" i had expectations from both sides, top and bottom. I'm not used to expections. Especially those that come almost instantly. I can't cope with it. But I still am trying and learning. Well the pre-camp i must say went on really good on the second daay cuz all of them weree working as a team. Not as individual small groups. Well this I can say is something they will take home with them. And after the camp, they will be more of a family than a team. Which by the way sounds better and is better. My meimei finally learnt how to be on her own and take charge but must do more understand!!! There's still a lot of room for improvement! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Right now only one thing worrys me. My baby. I miss her. Just wanna let her know again that no matter what happens. I'll be here for you. This I swear. I love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aIwn6ffRmI8/RlmFT9-iFRI/AAAAAAAAALA/eugr2vUp0cI/s1600-h/edit.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069229433683055890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aIwn6ffRmI8/RlmFT9-iFRI/AAAAAAAAALA/eugr2vUp0cI/s200/edit.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1390027690935601365-8165913252572042572?l=unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com/feeds/8165913252572042572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1390027690935601365&amp;postID=8165913252572042572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390027690935601365/posts/default/8165913252572042572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390027690935601365/posts/default/8165913252572042572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com/2007/05/back-from-pre-camp.html' title='back from pre-camp'/><author><name>nigelboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12333726505207051747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aIwn6ffRmI8/RlmFT9-iFRI/AAAAAAAAALA/eugr2vUp0cI/s72-c/edit.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1390027690935601365.post-8517300666005897676</id><published>2007-05-24T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T23:45:11.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what the fuck is wrong with you guys?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;STRESSED BECAUSE OF THE PRECAMP. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;PLEASE GUYS, HELP ME FINISH THINGS UP FASTER. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;IT'S FUCKING KILLING ME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry if this post is too offensive. I'm under a lot of stress. &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/1390027690935601365-8517300666005897676?l=unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com/feeds/8517300666005897676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1390027690935601365&amp;postID=8517300666005897676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390027690935601365/posts/default/8517300666005897676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390027690935601365/posts/default/8517300666005897676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com/2007/05/what-fuck-is-wrong-with-you-guys.html' title='what the fuck is wrong with you guys?'/><author><name>nigelboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12333726505207051747</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-1390027690935601365.post-3348247469963495053</id><published>2007-05-23T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T22:41:32.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'>camps and more camps</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Dearest all. It's been long. Here's an addition of another page of my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;First of all I miss my baby. I'm sorry I can't go over today. I'm seriously in need of rest. I can't afford to fall sick. I love you honey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well pre-camp is coming right up and I'm gald all the reports are finally coming in after so long and so much reminder. I want to offer my help to the two guys, Ian and Chris so I think I over did it a little too much and it seems like they are just a little too dependent on me. But me being me again, I would rather do it myself than to bother others but in this case I think I still distributed the job around. Today is wednesday and I got bout 60% of the reports even though i gave them til thursday. Job well done guys. I think the camp will go just smoothly. And it depends on the precamp. Precamp will be headed by Ian and Chris and me Pet, robin will just help out a little. Guess pet and robin are both fricking worried that was why they stepped in. Perhaps I didnt do a good job as an advisor/helper in the beginning and caused all this to happen. Wel I did thought of this before, I can be selfish and say something like " I'm offering my help. It doesn't mean I'm oblidged to do a good job..." Erm.. That's so not me. Sorry. Anyways I'm not trying to say how noble I am. Just wanna say I like what I'm doing and I don't mind going the extra mile. Maybe I just didn't get them into the mood in the beginning......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adding on to the camp, Projects are piling up and in one of my project group, one of the guy dropped out of school and the other one MIA, leaving with me and my friend. And guess what. It's a programming subject and I fucking suck with all the nonsense code thingy. &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But We'll figure a way out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Next is Virtual Reality project. Nothing has been done. We're suppose to do a walk-thru of a living room. And we're supposed to draw out all the stuff from scratch. Yes, that includes the doors, walls, sofa, tv, window, whatever you can find in the living room that we want, we must draw it out ourselves. Not with paper and pencil. It's with a mouse and a monitor. It's super tough. Damn tough. &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But We'll figure a way out. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;p.s (anyone who reads this who is good with Microcontroller or 3d studiomax or EON studio please tag!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many things happen again this week. Well no doubt my life is interesting. Baby's papa fainted at home and we called ambulance, my friend ride me to paya lebar, my friend drove us for lunch, baby bought a two thousand piece puzzle to do, (to be exact, it's 2014 pieces), it's a picture of the last supper(i like....) , i gain another kilo (my stomach is officially filled with fats) , baby went for operation, I met up with pet, robin, winson and angela for coffee, well all in all a super interesting week i had and a super interesting week to come! Til then, Loves to all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1390027690935601365-3348247469963495053?l=unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com/feeds/3348247469963495053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1390027690935601365&amp;postID=3348247469963495053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390027690935601365/posts/default/3348247469963495053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390027690935601365/posts/default/3348247469963495053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com/2007/05/camps-and-more-camps.html' title='camps and more camps'/><author><name>nigelboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12333726505207051747</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-1390027690935601365.post-1754255631794384080</id><published>2007-05-16T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T15:05:56.201+08:00</updated><title type='text'>long time no blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;My deepest apologies to all fans of my blog.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;kidding&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heaven been blogging cuz blogger is FOS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well so much had happened and so much had went by these 7days. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;-Thursday-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lets start with what i can remember from last thursday. I went for climbing after school and I did belaying all the way cuz i would prefer to do that compared to be in the gym. Reason is simple. I cant climb well so i don't wanna be in the gym teaching the freshy how to climb when me myself cant even do it well. Thats why now when my other team mates cant do the routes, I'd just keep quiet. Last time I'd still give little tips here and there cuz i know it can be done. But now, even though i know it can be done I chose to remain silent cuz I know I cant do it. so yea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;-Friday-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Went to school like always and ended at 1. So i went home, wanting to go to the park but the sofa and xbox was once again too tempting and so i stayed home and sleep and in the evening brought my rusty boy for grooming and i tell you its super fucked up. My sister cried cuz of how the stupid groomer treated my poor little rusty boy. For further details please refer to my sister's blog. And by the way, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;ELIAS MALL PET'S SHOP'S GROOMER (ESPECIALLY THE AUNTIE,&lt;/span&gt; not the young one, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;IS FUCKING CONDEMNED). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;-Saturday-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well saturday was a bad day. Baby was feeling super down and emo-tic. And kee finally broke up with her. Like finally can?! Which is a happy thing I feel but kee's just super heartbroken and all. He still thinks about her. As in up til today (16/5/07). Well loving someone doesnt mean being with her. So kee, carry on finding, the right one will come. So after hos breakup in the morning, we(me and foo) needed to cheer kee up so we tried all ways and decided to settled for LAN. Haha, I can't believe I'm actually LAN-gaming cuz I always thought I wont be the guy in front of the monitor. But yea, we managed to get kee to at least smile and got excited over the game and so we succeeded. so we went over to kee's place after LAN to continue our chilling session of majong. Gawd should have play money cuz all the way i was winning. But we didnt cuz its will hurt feeling ah!!! Then i went over to meet baby at her granny's place den yea. We talked and didnt turn out very well. Both of us also didnt know what was happening to us but we both knew its ok so yea. We headed back home. That night i was troubled cuz i really wanted to help my baby feel ok. I wanted her to smile. But I overdid things i overasked too many questions and caused us to be down more so yea. I still love her though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;-Sunday-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Went to church as usual and then after that have recruitment meeting and erm we're seriouslr fucking behind time. Sorry erm I think 'very' is too light a word to use so 'fucking' would better describe what I'm trying to say. So yea. They kana a thrashing session by Pet and erm, if I were in their shoes I'd feel damn affected so yea. So me being me, I knida lighten up the mood of the meeting and all so ya, was just being myself. I just assured all of them. Thats what Im good at so yea. so after the meeting i went to meet the boys for dinner. It's foo's birthday cum mothers' day dinner. We met up at vivo and went to &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;黑社会&lt;/span&gt;for dinner. Well I must say that the food there was superb! A little too expensive for me I must say but yea. Its a once a year kinda thing and money spent is worth so yea. After dinner blossom had plans to surprise foo foe his birthday so yea, me and kee were of course the accomplices. So we dragged time til it was about 12 midnight , and guess what we did? Sit at the playground at vivo and talk cock, exchange martial arts moves, talk bout future, talk bout money, talk bout going to army as a last alternative. Well I guess when guys reach a age like us, we talk bout this kinda thing. so yea. We took a cab back and TADA!!!!! Surprise surprise foo!!!! haha, its been long since foo had sucha wonderful birthday cuz of all the things thats happening to his life so yea. I guess this year, He cried in his heart laa. He's one guy that tells you thank you when he means it. You can feel it.&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Happy birthday bro!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;-Monday-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Foo's chalet. Well erm it was pretty last minute but everything turned out just fine. Haha, so i got mama to help me buy the food and all so its easier for me and she helpedme marinated the chicken wings so yea, haha. went over for the chalet and had bbq. So blossom and her mum and her mama's friend came shortly after that so yea. had so so much fun during the bbq. Baby kept wanting me to help her bbq stuff and so i did. haha, so at bout 1030 we took the cake out and all that included a present from me kee and baby, and a birthday card, inside, two brothers wrote their message from the heart. Eh foo, the rabbit can go missing but you better keep the vard properly! haha. yea. we gave him a rabbit for his birthday, as in a soft toy. Its our morsecode. a rabbit means something and its something only the three of us including baby and grace which means 5 of us, know what the rabbit means haha. Don't ask me cuz i wont tell!!! haha, and so because of the celebration and all the joy and fun and excitment, we had tonnes of corona beer. And the last bottle killed me. I was wasted. haha. We down one bottle together, a sign of eternal brotherhood. And so we did, cheers we went and downed the beer. We burbed like crazy after that and i got dipsy. haha. Baby gotta help me home. She was there by my side all the timewhen i needed her. She sent me all the way to my doorstep before she went home, Thank you baby!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;-Tuesday-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So tuesday came and its the day baby's going for her operation. My poor little baby girl after her op she was crying cuz she was in so much pain. Lucky baby's mama and i sneaked into the ward to see baby haha!!! Her mama's the best. Don't care people one ah! haha. so I accompanied baby til she was better and then left the hospital for lunch at a kopitiam that serves superb porridge. so after lunch baby got super bad headache and got super dizzy so we hurried took a cab but couldnt find one so called cab and it came super fast. haha came back and baby went to bed cuz i guess sleeping would be the best to soothe the pain. So i accompanied her and stayed with her til it was bout 10 then I left. Still worrying if she'll be ok without me. I know my baby needs me. And I just want her to know I'll always be by her side if she ever needs me. I love you baby!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;-Wednesday-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Came to baby's place and brought my xbox along cuz i figured for the next 2 weeks I'll be here accompanying my baby on her road to recovery!! So her brother can also play and we can chill. And me and her bro just plan maybe friday night i so stay over and chiong game with him. Well we'll see how it goes. So just now went with baby's family for dinner and ate so darn much. haha. I always feel so full everytime I eat with them. But all is good cuz i need to get fat. haha. Nice. so then now baby and her bro are playing xbox and having fun so til the next time... see ya and i love you guys!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*My dearest baby, don't you worry bout feeling lonely on the road to recovery cuz Superman will always be by your side to take care of you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1390027690935601365-1754255631794384080?l=unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com/feeds/1754255631794384080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1390027690935601365&amp;postID=1754255631794384080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390027690935601365/posts/default/1754255631794384080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390027690935601365/posts/default/1754255631794384080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com/2007/05/long-time-no-blog.html' title='long time no blog'/><author><name>nigelboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12333726505207051747</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-1390027690935601365.post-12029941718375893</id><published>2007-05-09T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T21:43:23.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>something is wrong with blogger. Cant edit my post. til then....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1390027690935601365-12029941718375893?l=unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com/feeds/12029941718375893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1390027690935601365&amp;postID=12029941718375893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390027690935601365/posts/default/12029941718375893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390027690935601365/posts/default/12029941718375893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com/2007/05/something-is-wrong-with-blogger.html' title=''/><author><name>nigelboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12333726505207051747</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-1390027690935601365.post-5274930472661355045</id><published>2007-05-03T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T00:22:28.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>back to climbing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;I went back to climbing after such a long time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;But didnt really kinda got welcome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just came back from training and the response people gave me when I went back was pretty much expected but i didnt know it'd be this bad. Sigh. All those negative remarks they make sacarstically really affected me quite a lot. Remarks like &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;"eh you still in the team meh?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; ,&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt; "hi nigel!!! Wow.. finally you cameback ah??!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and so on and so forth. It puts you down. And this are the typical comments that people made. Well it was truely expected. But the one person i least expected, gave me the warmest welcome. It was Liz, well she's in the alumni, not part of TPSC anymore but she came to me, gave a nice climber style handshake and with her sweetest voice told me, "hey long time no see.." followed by the friendliest hug, &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'thanks liz. if you're reading this. thank you so much. you made a difference.' &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;If only everyone welcome me like that. But nevertheless like how i told kee, I wanna go climbing because of my love for the sport. If I need to go there and entertain all these people trying to put me down, it ain't gonna bring me anywhere. So yea. I made up my mind. I wanna go for traing constantly now-like the past when i was super enthu bout climbing. As in super enthu. Let me describe to you whats my definition of enthu. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my free time i surf climbing sites, watch climbing videos, travel to queesway to just go see a pair of new rock climbing shoes, have my bag sew with a rock climbing brand tag, go gym and workout cuz i wanna climb better, climb til i had blister and stil continue, bought a brush specially for my rock shoes so i can maintain it so i can 'stick' to the wall better, wear like cock to school just so people know Im a climber, well it felt good to tell the world you're good at something. And the feeling of losing it, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;SUCKS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not like i never contribute at all last time. Eh come on laa people. My team won first during a speed climbing competition against other poly. It was the first time TP has ever gotten any first and its by my team. So come on. Its just that i refused to become the captain of the team cuz I know there'll be tonnes of responsibilty and i got fucked. sigh. If i knew this would happen, I can jolly well be the captain. It not like i cant lead people and i can't make things happen. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I CAN ok!!&lt;/span&gt; But i choose not to cuz I've had enough of this kinda thing in secondary school. And when things go wrong, who gets the bloody blame? The captain.. All the arrow point to the captain. Get what I'm trying to say? I just don like to be arrow-ed for the things I tried to do but failed. Just say that I'm not gamed enough or whatever. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Period.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School projects are all coming along fine. School work is perfect. I can handle all the tutorial questions. Heaven been skipping any lecture. It may sound stupid but you must know how much lecture i skip the last two semesters then you'll know what i mean by I've achieved something by going for all the lectures and I mean go lecture and listen and absorb. I did it. I really feel good. It feels good to teach the friend beside you. It feels like you're look upon as someone who has a brain. Well you really have to know me to understand what Im trying to say. Its just a super great sense of achievment to know that you yourself is making so much effort and its paying off inside you. I know it. I don't need the whole world to tell me I've done it. I just know. Well starting right at the beginning of the semester just feels good.Like they always say &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;好的开始是成功的一半.&lt;/span&gt; And I'm living it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wanna say a big thank you to all those people that have been by my side supporting me directly or indirectly that you have made a difference in my life no matter or small the effort is. Thanks guys. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially you my baby, you were, and is my pillar of strength and hope. Someone that gives me the inner strength to go on. Thank you baby. I really appreciate all that you have done. You really make my life so worthwhile.&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/1390027690935601365-5274930472661355045?l=unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com/feeds/5274930472661355045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1390027690935601365&amp;postID=5274930472661355045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390027690935601365/posts/default/5274930472661355045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390027690935601365/posts/default/5274930472661355045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com/2007/05/back-to-climbing.html' title='back to climbing'/><author><name>nigelboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12333726505207051747</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-1390027690935601365.post-5515912564529192978</id><published>2007-04-30T19:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T20:19:55.648+08:00</updated><title type='text'>poor prisca</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;My sister is FUCKED UP.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I came home after going to kee's place for a few rounds of majong after school. And i noticed my sister.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, as my sister is my sister, I of course understand her. I came into her room and--- her face---- haha i could sense something was wrong. She had a ' I'm damn fucked up ' face. So i started the questioning session. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "fucked up with your mum?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prisca: "no.."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "can't be fucked up with your dad right.."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prisca: "no.."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "ok i know already. You didnt win the presentation"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prisca: "Ya laa, don't know how they judge one. Fuck lo. ................."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the rest of the infomation on how they judge her group please refer to her blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well i can say i understand my sister. Maybe not what she wants and need in her life cuz she's quite satisfied with what she has. Thats her. But there's one thing i fully understand bout her-facial expression. One damn look i know whats going on. Ican differenciate between fucked up, angry, disappointed or whatever you wanna name it. This time round she's not sad cuz she lost, well maybe a little. She's fucked up with how they judge the other presentations. Of course i side my sister laa. Even though i didnt hear or didnt see how they judge. But they can piss off. Shan't use the F word cuz it'll overwhelm my sister reading it. haha. Relax sis. Chill. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;To my baby:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No doubt we spend very little time together but it will never change anything. Nothing at all. We are growing, and nothing will stop us. Cause the love we have for each other is so strong that we can overcome anything that comes in our way. Anything and everything that we face, we face it and get pass it, together, as one, one true love. Me ad you. The road ahead will be tough but as i always say...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"For if God brings you to it, He'll bring you through it..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Trust in Him and trust in Me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I promise you, i'll stay by you with all I've ever got, with all I ever have....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Simply because I love you"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From your ever loving,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Superman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1390027690935601365-5515912564529192978?l=unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com/feeds/5515912564529192978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1390027690935601365&amp;postID=5515912564529192978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390027690935601365/posts/default/5515912564529192978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390027690935601365/posts/default/5515912564529192978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com/2007/04/poor-prisca.html' title='poor prisca'/><author><name>nigelboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12333726505207051747</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-1390027690935601365.post-4612601607576812621</id><published>2007-04-29T17:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T17:56:32.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sundays...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sundays are always the same. But today was a little different cuz the whole of the F3 gang went out for breakfast. First time ever since we started the f3 thingy. Today i gave out the forms to the kids to tell them bout the upcoming june recruitment camp and response was really good. 4 of them showed super duper interest in it. The other 2 will see how first. But like i always say, 4 is a good number already. I though response would be worse. haha. Well come to think of it again, I didnt regret doing all this hard work cuz its starting to pay off now and I can see it happening. Things like asking them to do things, simple things lilke coming on time, going up to the venue early to get the place ready, like on the air con. Well these kids can still be groomed further. Three weeks back i taught them how to do a prayer and guess what? The kids are doing all the opening and closing prayers. It takes time to do anything and its very encouraging to know that these few kids are growing in terms of faith with you, I'm a grown up now. I don't only have myself to worry about. I have responsibilities. Huge responsibilities on my shoulders and I'm so gald i can carry them. Thank God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well meiemei annd me decided to meet up every wednesday to do studying together. And partly to give her tuition and I at least set aside a day of the week to study. At least I'll study. It's a plan me and meimei made and its supposed to 'force' us to study. so yeps. Hopefully the plan we have to study can be carried out every week yea. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now am at baby's house watching a tonne of DVDs cuz baby and her brother went to make the membership card and they were kinda excited over it so yea. We have a hell lot of DvDs to finish watchin. Got ta go people. Maybe I'll blog again Tonight. Til then love you guys!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1390027690935601365-4612601607576812621?l=unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com/feeds/4612601607576812621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1390027690935601365&amp;postID=4612601607576812621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390027690935601365/posts/default/4612601607576812621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390027690935601365/posts/default/4612601607576812621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com/2007/04/sundays.html' title='sundays...'/><author><name>nigelboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12333726505207051747</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-1390027690935601365.post-2217926367792155545</id><published>2007-04-28T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T00:13:22.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>did you realised?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Hey people. Realised anything similar with my entries? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you did, you're great. Yea, all my entries for this past week were all done before 2300hours. haha, which means this week i slept damn early cuz of school and all because they gave me a timetable that sucks!!! everyday start so darn early..... Well the first week of school had been super fun and interesting except the fact that most of the days my lunchtime are knida worrying cuz sometimes i don't even know who i'll be with for lunch. Just imagine having lunch alone in the school canteen. Yea, i had one lunch like that this week and i tell you, it sucked. It sucked so bad you feel like quitting school. Well I'm not used to being alone in school cuz I'm always with my friends, either slacking of skipping lecture and going out to have bubble tea. Oh well, thats history and it won't happen so me being strong inside, will forget bout it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to go club today bit am so darn tired so i decided to give it a miss. This is the kind of feeling when you wanna go out and chill but you really feel tired and you tell yourself that staying at home is so much better than heading out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pet's mama is hospitalised cuz her nose bleed like waterfall this morning, she had to be awarded into ICU but now is she much better (at least her nose stopped bleeding already). haha, we(baby, angela, winson) went to visit her and she still could joke. she told us in a damn funny way that her blood was all over her bed and shirt and she told the nurse when she came to the hospital to cut away her shirt cuz she cannot tahan seeing the blood on her. It may not sound funny to you but i don't why it does to me. But with all due respect, we'll continue to pray for her!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow gotta go to church and teach one of the new guy how to serve mass so that he can help us out and yea, gonna head on down to Blessed Sacrament to help out with the recruitment drive at the church. Hopefully there'll be a little bit of response. Not expecting a lot. Maybe just 3?? But 3 is fine already! Better than nothing!! haha. til tomorrow, goodnight to all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1390027690935601365-2217926367792155545?l=unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com/feeds/2217926367792155545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1390027690935601365&amp;postID=2217926367792155545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390027690935601365/posts/default/2217926367792155545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390027690935601365/posts/default/2217926367792155545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com/2007/04/did-you-realised.html' title='did you realised?'/><author><name>nigelboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12333726505207051747</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-1390027690935601365.post-1714291659175248811</id><published>2007-04-25T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T22:33:45.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy birthday!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Happy Birthday Nigel Ng!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;I'm 19! Last year of teenage!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*yea yea, i'll try to grow up...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just keep it short. This year has just been a great birthday for me. For all of you who made it possible.. I sincerely thank you from the bottom of my heart.... (&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Baby&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;meimei, pet, robin, winson, angela, foo, kee, mama, papa, prisca&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;[still waiting for your present hor],&lt;/span&gt; granny, cuzens, aunties, and all those who smsed me!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you all once again. It has really been the best birthday ever. Love all of you guys.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1390027690935601365-1714291659175248811?l=unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com/feeds/1714291659175248811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1390027690935601365&amp;postID=1714291659175248811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390027690935601365/posts/default/1714291659175248811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390027690935601365/posts/default/1714291659175248811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com/2007/04/happy-birthday.html' title='happy birthday!!!'/><author><name>nigelboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12333726505207051747</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-1390027690935601365.post-2614147522199221623</id><published>2007-04-24T17:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T18:06:01.499+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lonliness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;School sucked today. I don't know why i feel so fucked now. So emo-ing now. I really miss my nana girl, so so much. Now i know what it means by absence makes the heart fonder. It really does and its driving me insane now, and i can only get to see her 24 hours later. I hate being alone. Well especially when i know i have so many friends in school and most of them are doing SIP. sigh. Im starting to regret now. Regret not studying hard enough for the past two years and now im fucking sufferring. I know. There's no one to blame but myself. So be it. Well tomorrow Im gonna go cut hair and head to town to buy meimei's present and try to find my way to baby's workplace so that i can meet her for a longertime, even if its for just 5mins. It makes a difference, because its the person you love. But time will zoom past like lightning when im beside her. But rest assure. I'll definitely treasure the whole evening when I'm with you baby. Tomorrow's lesson gonna start at 8 again. A straight 4hours lab session. Lucky i have funs in the same class if not i'll just commit suicide.&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt; Can't wait to see you tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I love you baby. And i really miss you. I really do.&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/1390027690935601365-2614147522199221623?l=unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com/feeds/2614147522199221623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1390027690935601365&amp;postID=2614147522199221623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390027690935601365/posts/default/2614147522199221623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390027690935601365/posts/default/2614147522199221623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com/2007/04/lonliness.html' title='lonliness'/><author><name>nigelboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12333726505207051747</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-1390027690935601365.post-4014758842181411757</id><published>2007-04-23T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T22:55:14.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new song</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love the first few phrases of this song's chorus....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Its for you baby...&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/1390027690935601365-4014758842181411757?l=unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com/feeds/4014758842181411757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1390027690935601365&amp;postID=4014758842181411757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390027690935601365/posts/default/4014758842181411757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390027690935601365/posts/default/4014758842181411757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com/2007/04/new-song.html' title='new song'/><author><name>nigelboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12333726505207051747</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-1390027690935601365.post-2787382214975806548</id><published>2007-04-23T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T22:16:16.148+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday celebration/first day of school</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Ladies and gentlemen your attention please!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;School has bloody hell started.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lesson started at 8 today. Cant believe i actually woke up for the lesson. I only got 9 hours of sleep in total for the past two days. sigh. lack of sleep is the only thing thats changing now. Fell alseep during one of the lecture cuz the lecturer was telling us and showing us pictures about his daughter, which obviously doesn't concern me. And what's more is that his kids are only like 7 years old. No point showing pictures of 7 year old girls to a LT filled with raging hormones guys. It doesn't turn us on. dumb. Went to cut hair at kelantan street but the shop was closed on monday so im gonna go tomorrow during my lunch break. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;*still can't believe school started. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School starts at 10 tomorrow. The lastest day of the week. Can't believe it. Last sem the lastest day i start school was 12!!!! Just imagine sleeping til the sun'son your ass and wakes you up. Well, its over. period. Don't know will i see baby cuz our schedule are pretty packed and we are only free after 5 in which both of us will be thoroughly shag. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But i'll try hun, i'll bring you life when i meet you!! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;well til then people. goodnight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1390027690935601365-2787382214975806548?l=unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com/feeds/2787382214975806548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1390027690935601365&amp;postID=2787382214975806548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390027690935601365/posts/default/2787382214975806548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390027690935601365/posts/default/2787382214975806548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com/2007/04/birthday-celebrationfirst-day-of-school.html' title='Birthday celebration/first day of school'/><author><name>nigelboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12333726505207051747</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-1390027690935601365.post-3545680439424979515</id><published>2007-04-22T15:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T15:50:57.204+08:00</updated><title type='text'>meimei birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Today is my Meimei's birthday!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Happy 15th birthday!! One more year to sweet 16!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;My dearest meimei, time flies so so fast when we're all young. And it'll pass faster when we get older. On your 15th birthday, kor will like to wish you a happy, joyous, sexy, and lovable birthday. May you always stay cheerful and cute, sweet and chubby. May you study hard and score well. May you 快高长大. And may you always remember kor will be here anytime you need him! Happy birthday once again! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was insane. i couldn't sleep at all even though i was out the whole damn day. I guess it's just a saturday night routine cuz every saturday is the same for me-sleepless nights follwed by thinking about a series of stuff that i used to do like going gym with my friends when he was still in poly and was fit as fiddle. nevermind. period. Then after this i'll go think about how much money is there left in my bank and it came to me that i really needed to find a job and have a life when school starts. And in addition baby's starting work at the same time when i start school so we'll have very little time to see each other. Baby has a 9-5 job and i have a super packed timetable. damn it. Come to think of it how can they put my monday lesson at 8am???!!! This is nonsense! Who can wake up at 8 on a monday morning?! period again. Well you see there are really a lot of things to think about on a saturday night when you cant fall asleep. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;*irritating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sundays at church are pretty much the same thing that happens. But just today i realised something. Why do indians or philipinos or whatever race except for chinese come for chinese mass when they don't fricking understand the language?! I'm not being a racist or whatever 'cist' you call it. But it's really dumb and brainless and most importantly disrespectful to go forthe sake of going for something. In the case. Mass. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;OMFG&lt;/span&gt;. You come church cuz it's a must to come. Come on people. Get a life or should i say, get an education of another language, or if you can't afford, wake up and go for english mas. I don't know what to say to these people. It's like trying to walk a maze blindfolded. AKA. Being downright dumb. Already mass itself is filled with such depth&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt; (if you pay attention that is)&lt;/span&gt; and you come for it and don't know the language. Dumb and dumber. Nothing else to comment on this kind of people. But you can leave a tag to tell me how you feel. F3 was great. the crossword puzzle was superb! Downloaded them off the web at 2am last night and yea. Glad they enjoyed it. Well now it has come to a point of me deciding to choose between dumb games and thinking games. well it takes time. Slowly but surely i'm sure i can do it. so yea. This is pretty much bout what happened today. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Yesterday remember i blogged bout Baby wanting to eat Beef hor fan. Turned out baby and pet and gang wanted to give me a surprise and yea. When me and baby reached the shop i was looking for empty tables like always and me being so good with my eyes, saw pet robing and angela at one table and my first reaction, turned at looked at baby... &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;*stunned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. haha. You should have seen the look on my darn face.. Then we went on to order food and eat. Gawd the hor fan never fail to turn me on. Phew some good food we had that night. Then halfway pet went to the toilet, but she went to take the cake instead. like hello.. you hid the cake in the toilet right.. haha. Well guess what? they bought the same cake baby bought for me. Awfully chocolate cake... well its supereb. Cuz its choc cake. haha. then they gave me my present. haha. Seriously thought it was a sex toy. Serious. i swear. swear. haha. then turned out its a larva lamp!!! haha now its sitting in the corner of my room flowing. *old school eh.. haha then winson came with chris after a long while cuz the bus druver screwed up with the directions. Winson made me a motorbike model. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;OMFG&lt;/span&gt;. Its a red yamaha cruiser with chrome rims and a creamed colour touch. *SWEET. sweet i tell you. just sweet.. haha. then we went on to have durains ans went back home. Me and my dearest baby took a stroll home cuz i figured i don't know when i can walk with her so slowly not caring about time in the next few weeks to come. So ya, me and baby's mind are still at the beach resort. Sigh. We wish we were still there. We really really really enjoyed ourselves so so so so much. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Thank you again baby, for the wonderful birthday this year. Its the best one ever and it'll always be. I'll hold it so close to my heart so that no matter what happens, i wil always know that on the 19 of April on 2007, My baby nana girl gave me the best Birthday of my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1390027690935601365-3545680439424979515?l=unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com/feeds/3545680439424979515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1390027690935601365&amp;postID=3545680439424979515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390027690935601365/posts/default/3545680439424979515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390027690935601365/posts/default/3545680439424979515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com/2007/04/meimei-birthday.html' title='meimei birthday'/><author><name>nigelboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12333726505207051747</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-1390027690935601365.post-4610024491480784246</id><published>2007-04-21T17:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T18:08:38.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'>personlity test</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am at baby's place and she suggest we do a personality test so here are the results. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WARNING!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT'S DAMN TRUE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;This is mine....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;About 4% of the U.S. population possesses the combination of traits that make up this personality type.Being an ISTP means that it takes a lot to get your feathers ruffled. When those around you are losing it, you're usually the one who's calm in the face of a storm. In fact, you can come across as an absolute action hero in times of trouble. This is especially true when you show that you're both independent and capable of rising to a challenge. Because you rarely get flustered, people are apt to depend on you for reassurance. Lucky for you, you're the kind who can thrive under pressure. You may even seek out situations that involve unpredictability and quick thinking. More than most, you're a true thrill-seeker. Where there's action; you're usually there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#999999;"&gt;In relationships, people are likely to be attracted to your confident, daring nature. You'll appreciate their admiration and the company it brings you, but you also value your independence. You're not the kind of individual who equates being alone with being lonely. In fact, you can keep to yourself in a lot of ways. Chances are you don't mean to play hard to get; you just are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;And this is my baby's...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;About 12% of the U.S. population possesses the combination of traits that make up this personality type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being an ESTJ, you can stand out from the crowd for all kinds of reasons. Among your unique qualities are strong determination and a sharp mind. Together, these traits often mean that an honest day's work isn't likely to strike fear into your heart. On the contrary, you're one who can truly appreciate commitment to a job well done. This steadfast nature usually carries over to your relationships as well; you're rarely one to run off because things have gotten tough. This is an admirable quality. Your philosophy of relationships appears much like your work ethic. You're the kind who believes that what you put into a relationship is typically what you get back. Because of this no-nonsense approach, you aren't the type to overwhelm others with your warm and fuzzy ways. However, when people want to hear truth, they should knock on your door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I told you it's damn true already. Now you believe me? We're going geylang for dinner. Gonna go eat mee sua and beef hor fan.. Don't even know if baby can finish all the food!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1390027690935601365-4610024491480784246?l=unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com/feeds/4610024491480784246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1390027690935601365&amp;postID=4610024491480784246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390027690935601365/posts/default/4610024491480784246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390027690935601365/posts/default/4610024491480784246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com/2007/04/personlity-test.html' title='personlity test'/><author><name>nigelboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12333726505207051747</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-1390027690935601365.post-815244168464863204</id><published>2007-04-20T15:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T10:35:58.042+08:00</updated><title type='text'>His birthday celebration</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is a story about two people who are totally in love and complete each other's life. It was his birthday and this was what she did for him-- her Superman.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aIwn6ffRmI8/RihyuNVWi8I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/vBOBb56upGw/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055416719902149570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aIwn6ffRmI8/RihyuNVWi8I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/vBOBb56upGw/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Him and her on the way to the resort at sentosa. He only had a rough idea on how the place would look like and was already very eager to see how the place will look like. She bought him a bouquet of sunflower. He likes it but doesn't know how to tell her he does...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aIwn6ffRmI8/RihyuNVWi9I/AAAAAAAAAFY/GdxTIb9D4T8/s1600-h/Baby_sBirthday005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055416719902149586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aIwn6ffRmI8/RihyuNVWi9I/AAAAAAAAAFY/GdxTIb9D4T8/s320/Baby_sBirthday005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Him and her reached the resort and checked in. The staff there were super polite. He likes it. The box he's holding is his birthday cake. But he doesn't know how it looked like yet cuz she wants to give him a big surprise. He's starting to get super excited... &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;"so near yet so far.."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aIwn6ffRmI8/RihyudVWi-I/AAAAAAAAAFg/xZfRqCtLYos/s1600-h/Baby_sBirthday009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055416724197116898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aIwn6ffRmI8/RihyudVWi-I/AAAAAAAAAFg/xZfRqCtLYos/s320/Baby_sBirthday009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Well this picture was taken because He wants make everything a sweet memory and its gonna be a sweet loving two days. Yes, he included the room number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aIwn6ffRmI8/RihyudVWi_I/AAAAAAAAAFo/DAP9rDRMeWU/s1600-h/Baby_sBirthday010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055416724197116914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aIwn6ffRmI8/RihyudVWi_I/AAAAAAAAAFo/DAP9rDRMeWU/s320/Baby_sBirthday010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Well well. This is the exciting part. Him and her opening the door to memory for the first time. The door card failed for a few times but eventually could work cuz He knows how to unlock everything. Including her heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aIwn6ffRmI8/RihyudVWjAI/AAAAAAAAAFw/ztEAhD-lJ8k/s1600-h/Baby_sBirthday011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055416724197116930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aIwn6ffRmI8/RihyudVWjAI/AAAAAAAAAFw/ztEAhD-lJ8k/s320/Baby_sBirthday011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;As him and her walked in, he saw many flower petals on the carpeted ground. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aIwn6ffRmI8/RihzFtVWjBI/AAAAAAAAAF4/LYhgAL5tZNc/s1600-h/Baby_sBirthday012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055417123629075474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aIwn6ffRmI8/RihzFtVWjBI/AAAAAAAAAF4/LYhgAL5tZNc/s320/Baby_sBirthday012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Red ones, pink ones, yellow ones, white ones and he saw a smile on her face. There from the distance, he saw the bed. He couldn't believe what he saw. He felt so very loved.... He really was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aIwn6ffRmI8/RihzGNVWjFI/AAAAAAAAAGY/WKM0vuKj5Gc/s1600-h/Baby_sBirthday019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055417132219010130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aIwn6ffRmI8/RihzGNVWjFI/AAAAAAAAAGY/WKM0vuKj5Gc/s320/Baby_sBirthday019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was what he saw on the bed. Now you know why he felt how he felt. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Loved.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aIwn6ffRmI8/Rihzs9VWjGI/AAAAAAAAAGg/A-JCQzmHgLM/s1600-h/Baby_sBirthday014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055417797938941026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aIwn6ffRmI8/Rihzs9VWjGI/AAAAAAAAAGg/A-JCQzmHgLM/s320/Baby_sBirthday014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Well this stairs was beside the bed. He heads on up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aIwn6ffRmI8/RihztNVWjHI/AAAAAAAAAGo/53yq8JmQpvg/s1600-h/Baby_sBirthday021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055417802233908338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aIwn6ffRmI8/RihztNVWjHI/AAAAAAAAAGo/53yq8JmQpvg/s320/Baby_sBirthday021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And up...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aIwn6ffRmI8/RihztNVWjII/AAAAAAAAAGw/7egQ95Q_nDY/s1600-h/Baby_sBirthday023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055417802233908354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aIwn6ffRmI8/RihztNVWjII/AAAAAAAAAGw/7egQ95Q_nDY/s320/Baby_sBirthday023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And he reached the top. Once again, he stopped breathing for the thousand seven hundred and twenty six times in 15 mins. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aIwn6ffRmI8/RihztNVWjJI/AAAAAAAAAG4/XavCCsIuFeg/s1600-h/Baby_sBirthday024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055417802233908370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aIwn6ffRmI8/RihztNVWjJI/AAAAAAAAAG4/XavCCsIuFeg/s320/Baby_sBirthday024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He stretched out his hands and pushed the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aIwn6ffRmI8/RihztdVWjKI/AAAAAAAAAHA/gAFGAsHndu8/s1600-h/Baby_sBirthday025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055417806528875682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aIwn6ffRmI8/RihztdVWjKI/AAAAAAAAAHA/gAFGAsHndu8/s320/Baby_sBirthday025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Saw two bamboo made tanning deck chairs and there was more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aIwn6ffRmI8/Rih1CtVWjQI/AAAAAAAAAHw/7W17HFnJKLA/s1600-h/Baby_sBirthday029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055419271112723714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aIwn6ffRmI8/Rih1CtVWjQI/AAAAAAAAAHw/7W17HFnJKLA/s320/Baby_sBirthday029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;His and her personnal jaccuzi pool. Let him repeat himself. His and her personnal jaccuzi pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aIwn6ffRmI8/Rih0i9VWjLI/AAAAAAAAAHI/mka_SMlGmFo/s1600-h/Baby_sBirthday028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055418725651877042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aIwn6ffRmI8/Rih0i9VWjLI/AAAAAAAAAHI/mka_SMlGmFo/s320/Baby_sBirthday028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;He went nearer just to confirm its real. And he was right. It was real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aIwn6ffRmI8/Rih0i9VWjMI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/UMENU84KDP4/s1600-h/Baby_sBirthday026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055418725651877058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aIwn6ffRmI8/Rih0i9VWjMI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/UMENU84KDP4/s320/Baby_sBirthday026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Him and her felt that they must take a photo cuz the view was magnificient. &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He was smiling inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aIwn6ffRmI8/Rih0jNVWjNI/AAAAAAAAAHY/Z6iTOlUT_kg/s1600-h/Baby_sBirthday030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055418729946844370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aIwn6ffRmI8/Rih0jNVWjNI/AAAAAAAAAHY/Z6iTOlUT_kg/s320/Baby_sBirthday030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Him and her went down and decided to capture a perfect photo for the perfect couple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aIwn6ffRmI8/Rih0jNVWjOI/AAAAAAAAAHg/M_kiScp1Tyc/s1600-h/Baby_sBirthday033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055418729946844386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aIwn6ffRmI8/Rih0jNVWjOI/AAAAAAAAAHg/M_kiScp1Tyc/s320/Baby_sBirthday033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Him and her couldn't bear to touch the bed. They really adore the deco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aIwn6ffRmI8/Rih0jNVWjPI/AAAAAAAAAHo/zHRh1RYTf44/s1600-h/Baby_sBirthday040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055418729946844402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aIwn6ffRmI8/Rih0jNVWjPI/AAAAAAAAAHo/zHRh1RYTf44/s320/Baby_sBirthday040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Him and her decided to change and head upstairs and take a soak and have a good tanning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aIwn6ffRmI8/Rih189VWjRI/AAAAAAAAAH4/UsbUPqGyusM/s1600-h/Baby_sBirthday044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055420271840103698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aIwn6ffRmI8/Rih189VWjRI/AAAAAAAAAH4/UsbUPqGyusM/s320/Baby_sBirthday044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Remembered he said the view was magnificient. He wasn't lying. He never lies. Especially about how he felt for her. &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He loves her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aIwn6ffRmI8/Rih19NVWjSI/AAAAAAAAAIA/SsFl_IVLst4/s1600-h/Baby_sBirthday049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055420276135071010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aIwn6ffRmI8/Rih19NVWjSI/AAAAAAAAAIA/SsFl_IVLst4/s320/Baby_sBirthday049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Proving himself again about the view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aIwn6ffRmI8/Rih19NVWjTI/AAAAAAAAAII/nTfV415rROw/s1600-h/Baby_sBirthday056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055420276135071026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aIwn6ffRmI8/Rih19NVWjTI/AAAAAAAAAII/nTfV415rROw/s320/Baby_sBirthday056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Him and her got a little hungry and she told him that there is a place that serves great pasta and pizza called &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Trapizza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;. They had carbonara and a pizza topped with sausage, onion, salami, cheese and a paper-thin crust that explodes in their mouth. The sausage was superb cuz it really teasted like meat. Not plastic. He had a good meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aIwn6ffRmI8/Rih19NVWjUI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/u7tTOU5VdVA/s1600-h/Baby_sBirthday062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055420276135071042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aIwn6ffRmI8/Rih19NVWjUI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/u7tTOU5VdVA/s320/Baby_sBirthday062.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;And so did her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aIwn6ffRmI8/Rih19dVWjVI/AAAAAAAAAIY/GQ1nQ-5dlGE/s1600-h/Baby_sBirthday060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055420280430038354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aIwn6ffRmI8/Rih19dVWjVI/AAAAAAAAAIY/GQ1nQ-5dlGE/s320/Baby_sBirthday060.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Her smile. Her eyes. Her everything. Just makes him go bonkers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aIwn6ffRmI8/Rih2sNVWjWI/AAAAAAAAAIg/2uw2PQRGuGo/s1600-h/Baby_sBirthday065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055421083588922722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aIwn6ffRmI8/Rih2sNVWjWI/AAAAAAAAAIg/2uw2PQRGuGo/s320/Baby_sBirthday065.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;It was a short stroll on the beach after the meal and him and her decided to walk over to their favourite ice cream shop. Ben and Jerry's ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aIwn6ffRmI8/Rih2sdVWjXI/AAAAAAAAAIo/BXUgI9jl4dM/s1600-h/Baby_sBirthday072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055421087883890034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aIwn6ffRmI8/Rih2sdVWjXI/AAAAAAAAAIo/BXUgI9jl4dM/s320/Baby_sBirthday072.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;He ordered chocolate fudge and sweet cream n' cookies. He thought it was rather good. He wasn't referring to the ice cream. He was referring to her. Her company. Her being beside him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aIwn6ffRmI8/Rih2sdVWjYI/AAAAAAAAAIw/I52rdhPvAIA/s1600-h/Baby_sBirthday074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055421087883890050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aIwn6ffRmI8/Rih2sdVWjYI/AAAAAAAAAIw/I52rdhPvAIA/s320/Baby_sBirthday074.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Of course he knows how she feels for him. Same as how he feels for her... &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everthing becomes OK when she was beside him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aIwn6ffRmI8/Rih2sdVWjZI/AAAAAAAAAI4/Q2xWpNdJyY8/s1600-h/Baby_sBirthday076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055421087883890066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aIwn6ffRmI8/Rih2sdVWjZI/AAAAAAAAAI4/Q2xWpNdJyY8/s320/Baby_sBirthday076.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;The ice cream got him and her a little crazy and they decided to take more photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aIwn6ffRmI8/Rih2stVWjaI/AAAAAAAAAJA/TACK9as9jbc/s1600-h/Baby_sBirthday080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055421092178857378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aIwn6ffRmI8/Rih2stVWjaI/AAAAAAAAAJA/TACK9as9jbc/s320/Baby_sBirthday080.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;He really love this picture because she looked so very loved. &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;She really looked very in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aIwn6ffRmI8/Rih5rNVWjlI/AAAAAAAAAKY/qHNL-jzbeVw/s1600-h/Baby_sBirthday089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055424364943937106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aIwn6ffRmI8/Rih5rNVWjlI/AAAAAAAAAKY/qHNL-jzbeVw/s320/Baby_sBirthday089.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;She tried to show how much she loved him but she couldn't stretch her arms wider than the ocean. He loves her too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aIwn6ffRmI8/Rih3vtVWjbI/AAAAAAAAAJI/BStF5E49UHw/s1600-h/Baby_sBirthday095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055422243230092722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aIwn6ffRmI8/Rih3vtVWjbI/AAAAAAAAAJI/BStF5E49UHw/s320/Baby_sBirthday095.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;She took this picture. She gave him a surprise with the cake and deco. He cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aIwn6ffRmI8/Rih3wNVWjcI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/ULQXoWUI72w/s1600-h/Baby_sBirthday101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055422251820027330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aIwn6ffRmI8/Rih3wNVWjcI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/ULQXoWUI72w/s320/Baby_sBirthday101.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;They sang the song. And he cried somemore. He couldn't take it. Cuz it has been a long while since anyone did something with so much heart and soul and effort to make him happy, on his birthday. He really appreciated all that she did for him. Everything. Every little single thing. She burnt her finger while lighting the candles. He felt the pain in his heart. Lucky she was ok. they exchanged hugs and many kisses. He didn't know what to say. All he said was 'thank you' from the bottom of his already touched heart. And he cried tears of joy again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aIwn6ffRmI8/Rih3wNVWjdI/AAAAAAAAAJY/tL4_U3LixCk/s1600-h/Baby_sBirthday106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055422251820027346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aIwn6ffRmI8/Rih3wNVWjdI/AAAAAAAAAJY/tL4_U3LixCk/s320/Baby_sBirthday106.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;He made a wish. A wish that had already come true... This year the cake tasted different. It tasted like love. Pure true love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aIwn6ffRmI8/Rih3wNVWjeI/AAAAAAAAAJg/rlFrJaX__Gg/s1600-h/Baby_sBirthday120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055422251820027362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aIwn6ffRmI8/Rih3wNVWjeI/AAAAAAAAAJg/rlFrJaX__Gg/s320/Baby_sBirthday120.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;They spent the night in each other's arms. That was all they ever wanted. To get away from everything and just be together for two days. Just the two of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aIwn6ffRmI8/Rih3wdVWjfI/AAAAAAAAAJo/1obu5jf0Yno/s1600-h/Baby_sBirthday006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055422256114994674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aIwn6ffRmI8/Rih3wdVWjfI/AAAAAAAAAJo/1obu5jf0Yno/s320/Baby_sBirthday006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;They had a hard time waking up for breakfast the next day cuz they were lost in each other's dreams. But they managed to find the way cuz they knew each other inside and out. He had a sandwichhe made himself after taking egg and cheese. She had scrambled eggs and some dian xin. He thinks that the breakfast wasn't that fantastic. But each other's company and the view once again made everything perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aIwn6ffRmI8/Rih4o9VWjgI/AAAAAAAAAJw/Ji-X-Va40cI/s1600-h/Baby_sBirthday122.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055423226777603586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aIwn6ffRmI8/Rih4o9VWjgI/AAAAAAAAAJw/Ji-X-Va40cI/s320/Baby_sBirthday122.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Him and her headed back to the room for the last few hours. Cuz both of them wanted to get a little tanned, he moved the deck chair over the jacuzzi and she took the picture without him knowing. The view was crazy. Him and her had fun tanning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aIwn6ffRmI8/Rih4pNVWjhI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/okIJOf94qOc/s1600-h/DSC00183.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055423231072570898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aIwn6ffRmI8/Rih4pNVWjhI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/okIJOf94qOc/s320/DSC00183.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Really lotsa fun tanning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aIwn6ffRmI8/Rih4pdVWjiI/AAAAAAAAAKA/AOMyeqRwbvY/s1600-h/Baby_sBirthday137.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055423235367538210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aIwn6ffRmI8/Rih4pdVWjiI/AAAAAAAAAKA/AOMyeqRwbvY/s320/Baby_sBirthday137.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Him feeling really good bout himself cuz he was a little tanned, took photos again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aIwn6ffRmI8/Rih4pdVWjjI/AAAAAAAAAKI/eZzMgpb6dFs/s1600-h/Baby_sBirthday134.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055423235367538226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aIwn6ffRmI8/Rih4pdVWjjI/AAAAAAAAAKI/eZzMgpb6dFs/s320/Baby_sBirthday134.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;She really got a good tan. So we decided to take more pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aIwn6ffRmI8/Rih4pdVWjkI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/5vDfoVArDhw/s1600-h/Baby_sBirthday131.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055423235367538242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aIwn6ffRmI8/Rih4pdVWjkI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/5vDfoVArDhw/s320/Baby_sBirthday131.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;She wanted to take a photo using the mirror. He agreed. She liked mirrors. And he doesn't know why. She smile and He smiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aIwn6ffRmI8/Rih6INVWjmI/AAAAAAAAAKg/HC7Pw0feyvY/s1600-h/Baby_sBirthday139.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055424863160143458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aIwn6ffRmI8/Rih6INVWjmI/AAAAAAAAAKg/HC7Pw0feyvY/s320/Baby_sBirthday139.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;This picture was a prove that she loves him. Behind their smiles lies another emotion. They hoped they could have stayed there forever. They had so much fun, so much laughter, so much joy. They had to leave...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aIwn6ffRmI8/Rih6INVWjnI/AAAAAAAAAKo/A90Fpo9gZwY/s1600-h/Baby_sBirthday142.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055424863160143474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aIwn6ffRmI8/Rih6INVWjnI/AAAAAAAAAKo/A90Fpo9gZwY/s320/Baby_sBirthday142.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;But what they brought home with them was something money can't afford, time can't measure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;They brought home a bag full of each other's love and memory that will be remembered til the end of time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My baby took a lot of time and effort to make all this possible. And i still wanna say thank you even though i said it four thousand and fifty times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were super duper excited on wednesday night and when thursday came, we got even crazier. We were counting down. yea, insane it may sound. We counted down. Well i think when you're really looking forward to something, you really want it to come fast and when this happens, time usually pass slower. And when you're crazily having fun, everything happens so fast. But both are us really had so much fun. Its like a bonding session for the both of us. Just chill out and enjoy each other, feels really nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, two or three days before we went off, baby was worrying only about one thing, just this one simple thing. The unpredictable wheater. Well true as it may seem, baby monitored the wheater forecast and the wheater itself for a week and it was a hundred percent accurate. It really got my baby worried cuz she wanted us to enjoyed the trip, especially me cuz it was my birthday so ya. I understand her worried. But i just told her this, "baby, we shall leave it up to HIM, he has his plans planned out for us already."&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; It didnt rain for the whole two days when we were there. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Call it coincidental if you want. I don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I think &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;HE&lt;/span&gt; heard our prayer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And he answered it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This two days were just great. Gawd i'm disappointed with myself for not being able to ddescribe how i feel!!!!!!!! It seemed perfect. Everything seems so right. The tv in the room was off almost the whole time except the fact that i watched discovery channel cuz i can't sleep in the night. *laughs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my cake... just in case you can't see let me enlarge it for you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aIwn6ffRmI8/RiiWldVWjoI/AAAAAAAAAKw/J_lMW7kLQ6E/s1600-h/Baby_sBirthday100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055456151996894850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aIwn6ffRmI8/RiiWldVWjoI/AAAAAAAAAKw/J_lMW7kLQ6E/s320/Baby_sBirthday100.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'superman'...Baby was telling me, when she called up the cake shop to tell them that she wanted a superman cake but they told baby that the superman design was copyright.. erm, copyright for a cake. okays. no comments. well thats not the point. so baby and the fellow at the cake shop came up with this alternative.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;baby: So how?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;fellow: how bout we use superman's primary colours to decorate the cake and also to write?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;baby: OKAY! sounds good!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;fellow: so what do you wanna write on the cake? happy birthday to.......?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;baby: SUPERMAN....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;fellow: HUH?! superman? wow your boyfriend must love you very very much! so much so that you call him your superman!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;baby: *shyly.. yes....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And my cake came along with a birthday card chopped with a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'I LOVE YOU' stamp&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;and a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;giraffe design by the side of the envelope.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;well the contents inside are of course.... confidential....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*love it baby!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, it was a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;MORE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;than perfect trip for us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I just wanna say thank you to my baby again.... I really really had a lot of fun together.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know that...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You mean the world to me...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I LOVE YOU...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aIwn6ffRmI8/Riibg9VWjpI/AAAAAAAAAK4/5m1lFMggKUs/s1600-h/Baby_sBirthday115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055461572245622418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aIwn6ffRmI8/Riibg9VWjpI/AAAAAAAAAK4/5m1lFMggKUs/s320/Baby_sBirthday115.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Once upon a time, there lived two people, superman and wondergirl.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1390027690935601365-815244168464863204?l=unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com/feeds/815244168464863204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1390027690935601365&amp;postID=815244168464863204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390027690935601365/posts/default/815244168464863204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390027690935601365/posts/default/815244168464863204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com/2007/04/his-birthday-celebration.html' title='His birthday celebration'/><author><name>nigelboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12333726505207051747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aIwn6ffRmI8/RihyuNVWi8I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/vBOBb56upGw/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1390027690935601365.post-7162380347881884342</id><published>2007-04-19T02:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T02:10:48.507+08:00</updated><title type='text'>romantic get away..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;FINALLY THE LONG LONG WAIT IS OVER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow me and my baby will be getting away from the nonsense of life and have a short 2d1n romantic get away at sentosa, well although its just two days, it'll be a memorable one for me. Its gonna be a two days that i'll definitely remember. Well wait for me to be back for my post! Then you guys will know why its called a romantic get away!! Til two days later! Loves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1390027690935601365-7162380347881884342?l=unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com/feeds/7162380347881884342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1390027690935601365&amp;postID=7162380347881884342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390027690935601365/posts/default/7162380347881884342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390027690935601365/posts/default/7162380347881884342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com/2007/04/romantic-get-away.html' title='romantic get away..'/><author><name>nigelboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12333726505207051747</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-1390027690935601365.post-5746278769180704337</id><published>2007-04-17T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T22:18:58.298+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Came across this passage on the net and i just wanna tel my nana girl how much she means to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i love you baby....."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;A girl and a guy were speeding over 100mph on a deserted road on a motorcycle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: Slow down, we're going too fast. I'm scared! And I don't want anything to happen.&lt;br /&gt;Guy: Come on, don't worry. I know what I'm doing. Your having fun right?&lt;br /&gt;Girl: NO...please stop. I'm really scared&lt;br /&gt;Guy: Then tell me you love me.&lt;br /&gt;Girl: I LOVE YOU! Now please slow down.&lt;br /&gt;Guy: Give me a hug. *Girl hugs him*&lt;br /&gt;Guy: Can you help me out here? Will you take me Helmet off of me and put it on you? It's bugging me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the paper the next day: A motorcycle has crashed into a building break failure. Two people found, but only one survived. The Truth is: That halfway down the road the guy realized that his breaks broke, but he didn't want the girl to know. Instead, he had her say she loved him and felt her hug him for one last time. Then had her wear him helmet so she would live, even though it meant that he would die. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;"If i could be any part of you, i’d be your tears. To be conceived in your heart, born in your eyes, live on your cheeks, and die on your lips. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;"Meeting you was fate, becoming your friend was a choice, but falling in love with you was beyond my control." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;"I wish i had a way to tell why i love you but i don't need a way to.. because i have you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;"There are so many important things in the world but i only care about you"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"i really do"&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/1390027690935601365-5746278769180704337?l=unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com/feeds/5746278769180704337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1390027690935601365&amp;postID=5746278769180704337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390027690935601365/posts/default/5746278769180704337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390027690935601365/posts/default/5746278769180704337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com/2007/04/came-across-this-passage-on-net-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>nigelboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12333726505207051747</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-1390027690935601365.post-8697663126854257491</id><published>2007-04-16T15:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T10:35:59.528+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rusty boy is sick..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My poor little rusty boy is sick.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has been puking since yesterday. And hasn't eaten anything since ysterday morning 7am. i gave him lots vitamin when i woke up just now and dad and me brought him to the vet and its closed for lunch so yeps. will see how he is in the evening. well. he drank quite a lot of water just now so i hope everything's going to be just fine. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aIwn6ffRmI8/RiNCFWeQJWI/AAAAAAAAAFA/hnLRxu5az4I/s1600-h/edited+rusty1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053955866539074914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="234" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aIwn6ffRmI8/RiNCFWeQJWI/AAAAAAAAAFA/hnLRxu5az4I/s320/edited+rusty1.jpg" width="304" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt; He looks out and all he ever wanted was to be free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053955870834042226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aIwn6ffRmI8/RiNCFmeQJXI/AAAAAAAAAFI/6QSQWTFgZ00/s320/edited+rusty2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;My boy, my love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1390027690935601365-8697663126854257491?l=unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com/feeds/8697663126854257491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1390027690935601365.post-2446617108403361317</id><published>2007-04-14T20:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T20:42:44.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>complains....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;tired&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cuz i woke up pretty early and i just came back from a long afternoon of meeting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;stressed&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cuz i heaven thought bout tmr's games.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;weak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cuz im down with flu and sore throat and its hurting like crap. stupid sore throat medicine not working but made it worst.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;*just wanna hurry up get pass the weekends and hope thursday comes soon.&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/1390027690935601365-2446617108403361317?l=unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com/feeds/2446617108403361317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1390027690935601365&amp;postID=2446617108403361317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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i went to sgh with baby to do her checkup and below is the story i'm gonna tell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;before you continue, i'd just like to say, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;SGH IS DAMN FCUKING SLOW IN SERVING PEOPLE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to meet baby at pasir ris mrt platform at 10 and we arrived at sgh&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(no point putting it in blocked letters cuz they don't deserve my respect)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;at 11 and went on to do the registration. shortly after that baby's mama came bout 12 i think. ok not important. me and baby thought it would take quite a while so we went o have a bit o tim sum first. siew mai, ha gao and char siew pao. then baby's mama came. so ya. we moved to another food court to have main breakfast and i had mee soto, baby had malay chicken rice which was all breast meat and we both don't eat breast meat so ya. byebye meat. anyways. after we ate it was bout 1330 i think. and the bloody number heaven even jumped a single bit.&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;OMFG.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 2 hours and the number didn't even jump?!! gawd knows what the hell is the doctor doing inside? well the system works such that when its almost your turn, the computer system will send you a sms on your phone and then you can comeback for the consultation. so ya. 2 hours and still waiting. forget it... lets just be patience. we went on to walk around, going in and out to find something to do, something to eat.. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;whatever we could have done to pass time, we did it all. went to shit, pee eat and pee again, played psp, read newspaper, read magazine, watched teevee, stone, rot, grow mould, stink, try to sleep but can't cuz the chairs were super uncomfortable and low cuz they didn't know singapore got tall people. lucky the aircon was cold enough, if not they confirm kana from me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;so we went to 7 eleven and grab some sweets and chocs and maybe something to read some more and there was it. the damn long queue with only one pathetic cashier. surely you guys can afford one more cashier what. come on its the weekends and one cashier is all you can provide.&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;*disappointed&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; period. went to another don't know what room and slacked and kill time cuz the teevee there was so much bigger, plasma some more. can't believe sgh is still using the stupid box as teevee! its a hospital not a meusum for goodness! update a bit can?! *nothing to say. then the doctor from another room called. not the one we we waiting for. i also don'tknow why. ask us to go into the room now. it was bout 1400 already by then. like &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;WTH.&lt;/span&gt; you make us wait for fricking 3 hours and you say go we just go?! we strolled there. heck. haha. then baby's mama was like &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;"we waited for 3 hours plus, let the doctor wait a bit will die is it?!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;totally agree. boths hand up and agree like a mad cow. then ya, both of them went in for the checkup and i waited outside. took bout 15 20 mins. then was finally done. thought it was all settled and all but the booking of next appointment is another round of waiting.&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;OMFG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; again. sit and waited for another half and hour or more then was our turn to book the next appointment. well. after that we were FINALLY done. haha. left that place. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took a train back to semei and went nutc and baby bought lotsa stuff cuz shes going to go healthy this week. fruits and all. good job baby! and baby cooked me dinner for the first time!! &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*touched..&lt;/span&gt; but baby's bro didnt really appreciate creamy pasta. haha bo bians. baby, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;its really nice of you to make the effort to cook. i really appreciate everything. all that you've done. not just todays's cooking. i love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then went to ikea with baby's family. had a hell lot of fun choosing bedsheets for the both of them. deciding between this and that took quite a while but was finally settled. hah. i ate so so much today, so mch so til i cant remember the moment when i was hungry. thanks auntie for all the food. you're gonna make my tummy come out. and me bing lazy, it'll get bigger, if not stay there.. haha. i had so much fun today with baby and her family. its kinda like a bonding session for me amd the family. glad the brother opened up to me already. all is good. haha. baby went to granny's house to have fu with cuzens and yeps im going to go play my xbox. loves everyone. peaceout.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1390027690935601365-6206832487795749934?l=unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com/feeds/6206832487795749934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1390027690935601365&amp;postID=6206832487795749934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390027690935601365/posts/default/6206832487795749934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390027690935601365/posts/default/6206832487795749934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com/2007/04/sgh-sucks.html' title='SGH sucks.'/><author><name>nigelboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12333726505207051747</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-1390027690935601365.post-2591535202282742536</id><published>2007-04-12T00:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T01:15:51.771+08:00</updated><title type='text'>no matter what happens</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;No matter what happens baby.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'll be right here.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Waiting for you.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To embrace you with all my heart and soul.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;To love you more than yesterday..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;To be with you til the end of time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing in this world can describe how much you mean to me. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nothing in this world can replace you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nothing can ever be compared to you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nothing feels better than being beside you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nothing will ever change my love for you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nothing is complete without you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nothing can take my love away from you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Everything is nothing without you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Because you are my everything and because you are you..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love you.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Happy anniversary my wondergirl,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Loving you deeply,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Your superman always...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&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/1390027690935601365-2591535202282742536?l=unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com/feeds/2591535202282742536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1390027690935601365&amp;postID=2591535202282742536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390027690935601365/posts/default/2591535202282742536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390027690935601365/posts/default/2591535202282742536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com/2007/04/no-matter-what-happens.html' title='no matter what happens'/><author><name>nigelboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12333726505207051747</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-1390027690935601365.post-8265831795510691457</id><published>2007-04-11T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T15:33:23.654+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lane's birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;today is lane's birthday!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;happy 20th birthday!! 1 more year to 21!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;yesterday was lina's birthday!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;happy 19th birthay!! hope you enjoyed yourself!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well yesterday was Lina's birthday and baby had everything prepared and done for. baby ordered a cake two weeks in advance and its looks damn pretty. haha. we went over to waterloo street to collect the cake and was drenched like crazy cuz of the unpredictable weather so people, when you go out, buy newspaper cuz you'll need it after you read it. anyways, baby went on to meet the girls and went to nydc for dinner and i went over to meet foo for a movie that the both of us wanted to watch since we saw the trailer. 'shooter' i give it 11/10. damn bloody good show for people (esp guys) that are in love with guys-- especially sinper rifles. tell you, you'll go insane when cocks the rifle and when the trigger pulls and the bolt action of it. if you understand what i just said, you'd love the movie. if you don't i suggest you better wait for the dvd to come out or hop over to JB and grab one pirated one. after movie went over to meet baby and girls cz the cake cant finish and muz wish bday girl happy birthday ma. so yeps. cake wa superb. ita from 'room for desert' located at waterloo street. if you want, you must make advance booking for the cakes yea. thats pretty much bout my monday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;end of monday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is lane's birthday. and i had a stupid nightmare last night. damn it. shan't disclose it. anyways because of the stupid nightmare i woke up at 230pm. wth right. baby already went ahead to do her eyelash and already finish doing when i woke up. i had 3missed calls and 5 msgs when i woke up. and i didnt hear any one of it. don't know what was going on in my darn brain. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;period.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went out after i bathe to meet baby at cityhall. went to shop for jo's and meimei's birthday present and in the end decided not to buy a handbag for meimei and was going to get something else that meimei wont expect. haha. saw kel on the way also.. well, me being me, we got a little lazy and went over to tcc to have a quick break, baby ordered potaote balls and oreo milkshake. we shared the food cuz we're on budget haha. the balls were good but i find the milkshake a little too sweet for me. but still not bad. then we went over to suntec to meet lane cuz she said she wanted to buy something for herself cuz its her birthday. "&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;alamak, ah tan, want to buy thing also give so much excuses!!!!!!!!!" &lt;/span&gt;haha. in the end, ah tan dint buy anything. went on the rafflescity to meet shi min and we went to shop around for jo's present. in the end settled with a pink notebook with a cute print on the front from 'print'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met up with the rest of the girls, jo and emily and we walked over to the resturant called 'my secret garden' ambience is 100% food was 90% overall 97% waiter 50% cuz he thinks he very humourous. cmi can. ordered vongole and baby ordered seafood aglio. damn super super good. the seafood is fresh thats the main thing and its so much above my expection. had triple choc with ice cream and apple crumple for desert. well triple choc is their super highly recommended desert and its true. super fluffy sponge cake topped with hot sticky chocalate fudge and plus the ice cream, it makes your money worthwhile. die die must try. but the apple crumple is a disappointment. no comments. just have to say the one from hagen dazz is so much better. overall, its a super romantic setting kinda place and its worth a try with maybe your partner or a few bestie who knows how to enjoy good food. location-96 waterloo street. after dinner, we went outside and took a lot of pictures with one particular swing. i also don't know why. and also the bamboo shoots where me and baby took gay pictures. haha. had a great day today. sent baby back home. had a romantic bus ride. and took a bus back and right now im gonna go make onion rings to eat for fun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;end of tuesday.&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/1390027690935601365-8265831795510691457?l=unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com/feeds/8265831795510691457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1390027690935601365&amp;postID=8265831795510691457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390027690935601365/posts/default/8265831795510691457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390027690935601365/posts/default/8265831795510691457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com/2007/04/lanes-birthday.html' title='lane&apos;s birthday'/><author><name>nigelboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12333726505207051747</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-1390027690935601365.post-6613048740506620509</id><published>2007-04-10T11:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T12:23:42.162+08:00</updated><title type='text'>grace's bdae!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;yesterday was grace's birthday!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;happy 18th birthday! you're officially legal!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. i must say its a pretty last minute kinda thing cuz we were supposed to go for a bbq at savana but there werent any pits available so foo decided we go marina south and have bbq and yea. we did. baby and me and kee shared a cake which was supposed to be a surprise for grace but she kinds found out in the end which was no fun cuz foo rilli wanted to give her a big big surprise. foo is down pretty lately but wont say out wads wrong with him on my blog thou.&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; take care bro. we're here.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after dinner we went to clarke quay indo-chine for drinks and guess what? met my friend again. forever meeting people outside. and just so happen he's one of the old bird bartender and TADA a few free drinks and more alcohol in your mix!!!! well we had &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;vodka lime, lime magarita, lychee martini, bloody mary, mai tai, long island, illusion shots....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; yea. additional order was on me cuz of grace's bdae was &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;slippery nipple.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; what a name. anyways the illusion shots were superb man. we had a few sips cuz must share and its very sweet and smooth. like melted sweets but phew, nice! bloody mary is for those who likes tomato soup, erm. basically thats the whole taste it. long island needs no explaination. and so is it for vodka lime and lychee martini. i didnt drink the lime margarita but its like lime juice(super acidic) haha. yea. as for slippery nipple. never get to taste at all. nevermind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well after drinking we went over to coffee club to have supper. me and baby had garlic prawn pasta. well the other time i went there with foo after mos, it was so much better. this time round it was very wet. erm if you know bout pasta you'll get what i mean. aglio is supposed to be 'fried' and when its wet, its basically not very nice. period. had a latte cuz i felt like drinking something hot but it was not 'gao' enough. haha. then baby had craving for mud pie and so we ordered. but didnt expect it to be pre-prepared. and ya, the ice cream had ice shavings kina thingy in it so its not so creamy as i expected.. cabbed home. and kee's down with relationship problems again. til i don't know how to help him anymore cuz it always revolves round the same problem. [chill bro.] &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;baby had bad gastric and bloated stomach last night cuz of the alcohol and food and all.. but all is ok now. she's just having headache and superman's gonna fly over and make her well!! take care people.&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/1390027690935601365-6613048740506620509?l=unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com/feeds/6613048740506620509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1390027690935601365&amp;postID=6613048740506620509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390027690935601365/posts/default/6613048740506620509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390027690935601365/posts/default/6613048740506620509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com/2007/04/graces-bdae.html' title='grace&apos;s bdae!'/><author><name>nigelboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12333726505207051747</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-1390027690935601365.post-4516855237522039546</id><published>2007-04-07T01:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T02:37:25.894+08:00</updated><title type='text'>good friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;today is good friday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;lets just take a few moments to remember that our lord saviour died for us this very day two thousand years ago on the cross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;**********&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. i just came back from the park cuz uncle joe told me two kids got pulled into the sea by the current. and they're only 15. damn. well this was how the senario was like........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A group of friends were at the beach celebrating a friend's birthday and yeah, like every celebration at the park, it never fails to have a game of football and running about like insane people. so naturally after 3 hours in the hot afternoon sun, your body is dead tired inside. you might not feel it but yes, its out of energy. so this group of friends decided to take a cool soak in the water to chill a little. so after a while, it gets bored staying near the shore so ya, "lets go deeper and have some fun". thats it. it was bout 3pm. *fact: when the tide is coming in, the current is damn damn strong. you can't see it but its there. so this few guys decided to venture out deeper and fail to realise somewhere out there is a steep drop rite down to the bottom of the ocean and thats it again. two of them drowned. one guy tried to help but was unable to. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*this is my own prediction based on experience on how it happened-- guyA is drowning and so is guyB. so its human nature to stuggle and ya, guyA tries to paddle up and try to breathe. so while trying to go up, he pushes guyB down further and guyB will also do the same thing to get up to the surface. so when both of them tries to struggle and get up, plus 1 minus 1 equal?? ZERO!!! both were unable to do so and TA DA!!!! guy A and B drown.. it sounds insane but it happens. &lt;while&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well this just proves a few things. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;*life is so very fragile and weak and that in an instant you might be having a donkey lot of fun, the next minute, you're gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;~lesson learnt?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;never play a fool on your own life and of others. treasure whatever you have, anything and everything. cuz you'll never know when you're gonna go. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;*never underestimate the sea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;~lesson learnt?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; while you might think that the waters here in singapore is a weakling, you are darn wrong. i myself experienced the power if the sea and i tell you, its not the kind of lesson you need to go through to let yourself know the fact not to mess with the sea. every minute and second makes a difference.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well there are other things that can't be explained for the drowning of the two guys and i do believe such things happen cuz i have heard, seen and encountered before. so when at the beach or whatsoever. remember this. never ever ever underestimate the power of the sea, especially the current.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on top of everything that has happened. easter is coming soon and its a beginning of a new life. til then, love you guys and go tell your friends--&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;you love them too.&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/1390027690935601365-4516855237522039546?l=unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com/feeds/4516855237522039546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1390027690935601365&amp;postID=4516855237522039546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390027690935601365/posts/default/4516855237522039546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390027690935601365/posts/default/4516855237522039546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com/2007/04/good-friday.html' title='good friday'/><author><name>nigelboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12333726505207051747</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-1390027690935601365.post-7226652681035250028</id><published>2007-04-05T17:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T17:24:53.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gawd im bored!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;im at home now and im rotting away. im waiting for time to pass so i can leave house and head to church. at least i can meet my friends there or something. just finish playing my xbox and an hour's nap and im still bored stiff. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i miss you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well on the other hand, this two weeks im trying to put on weight so im taking going on a high carb low protein diet. just for this two weeks or so. then after two weeks, will change to high protein diet. so guys these two weeks you're gonna see me eat a fricking lot of pasta and rice and potatoes and other tonnes of starchy food. just made myself a cup of blended chocolate milk with two bananas. at night going to drink one more cup before i sleep. that means 4 bananas a day. should be enough to get fat i think. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baby's at the child care center asking bout her workload and schooling hours. just wanto let her know &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;her superman will support her in everyway she needs&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt; loves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1390027690935601365-7226652681035250028?l=unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com/feeds/7226652681035250028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1390027690935601365&amp;postID=7226652681035250028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390027690935601365/posts/default/7226652681035250028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390027690935601365/posts/default/7226652681035250028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com/2007/04/gawd-im-bored.html' title='gawd im bored!'/><author><name>nigelboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12333726505207051747</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-1390027690935601365.post-8135130828998435610</id><published>2007-04-02T20:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T20:49:49.909+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;You Are My SunshineMy only sunshine. You make me happy When skies are grey. You'll never know, dear, How much I love you. Please don't take my sunshine away The other nite, dear, While I was sleeping I dreamed I held you in my arms. When I awoke, dear, I was mistaken so I hung my head and cried. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;can't live without you baby. smiles.&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/1390027690935601365-8135130828998435610?l=unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com/feeds/8135130828998435610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1390027690935601365&amp;postID=8135130828998435610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390027690935601365/posts/default/8135130828998435610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390027690935601365/posts/default/8135130828998435610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com/2007/04/you-are-my-sunshine-my-only-sunshine.html' title=''/><author><name>nigelboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12333726505207051747</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-1390027690935601365.post-5769986414728236862</id><published>2007-04-02T18:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T18:39:19.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>``````</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;blog is down for a while.&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/1390027690935601365-5769986414728236862?l=unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com/feeds/5769986414728236862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1390027690935601365&amp;postID=5769986414728236862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390027690935601365/posts/default/5769986414728236862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390027690935601365/posts/default/5769986414728236862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com/2007/04/blog-post.html' title='``````'/><author><name>nigelboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12333726505207051747</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-1390027690935601365.post-8141118918565120</id><published>2007-04-01T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T10:35:59.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lost</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;to my dearest:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i love you and i don't want you to feel lost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i know for sure you'll find your way back once everything's ok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;come to me and all your worries will be washed away and we can hug and snuggle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aIwn6ffRmI8/Rg_W5ldb3bI/AAAAAAAAAEo/E1oAUJIpKZU/s1600-h/DSC00482.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048489992102075826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 176px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 244px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="279" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aIwn6ffRmI8/Rg_W5ldb3bI/AAAAAAAAAEo/E1oAUJIpKZU/s320/DSC00482.JPG" width="202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;need you badly baby.&lt;br /&gt;come to your superman.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; go away baby. i need you and you need me. we need each other to be completed. one cant live without the other like plants cant make food without the sun. let me be your sun. let me be your superman. let me be your&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; boyfriend, your best&lt;/span&gt; friend. let me be your everything, your all in all, everything you'll every need.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1390027690935601365-8141118918565120?l=unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com/feeds/8141118918565120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1390027690935601365&amp;postID=8141118918565120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390027690935601365/posts/default/8141118918565120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390027690935601365/posts/default/8141118918565120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com/2007/04/lost.html' title='lost'/><author><name>nigelboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12333726505207051747</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/_aIwn6ffRmI8/Rg_W5ldb3bI/AAAAAAAAAEo/E1oAUJIpKZU/s72-c/DSC00482.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1390027690935601365.post-6131152909360359593</id><published>2007-03-31T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T10:36:01.241+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cant believe it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;just came from recruitment camp meeting and ya i cant believe i saw.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;one orange lambo, one orange lotus and one red ferrari.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;below are the super hot pics. enjoy. tell you when the engine is on, the sound the bloody engine makes is super duper shiok. well enjoy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aIwn6ffRmI8/Rg56L1db3TI/AAAAAAAAADo/PpEiPDbeyDQ/s1600-h/DSC00064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048106576076594482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aIwn6ffRmI8/Rg56L1db3TI/AAAAAAAAADo/PpEiPDbeyDQ/s400/DSC00064.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aIwn6ffRmI8/Rg56MVdb3UI/AAAAAAAAADw/Okgxc826W3U/s1600-h/DSC00065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048106584666529090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aIwn6ffRmI8/Rg56MVdb3UI/AAAAAAAAADw/Okgxc826W3U/s400/DSC00065.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aIwn6ffRmI8/Rg56NVdb3VI/AAAAAAAAAD4/HwjWUaqjb14/s1600-h/DSC00066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048106601846398290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aIwn6ffRmI8/Rg56NVdb3VI/AAAAAAAAAD4/HwjWUaqjb14/s400/DSC00066.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aIwn6ffRmI8/Rg56Nldb3WI/AAAAAAAAAEA/erSM0rYjfVo/s1600-h/DSC00076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048106606141365602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aIwn6ffRmI8/Rg56Nldb3WI/AAAAAAAAAEA/erSM0rYjfVo/s400/DSC00076.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aIwn6ffRmI8/Rg56N1db3XI/AAAAAAAAAEI/nwxispuXpHg/s1600-h/DSC00079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048106610436332914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aIwn6ffRmI8/Rg56N1db3XI/AAAAAAAAAEI/nwxispuXpHg/s400/DSC00079.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aIwn6ffRmI8/Rg57GFdb3aI/AAAAAAAAAEg/Itbg26JPPaE/s1600-h/DSC00081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048107576803974562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aIwn6ffRmI8/Rg57GFdb3aI/AAAAAAAAAEg/Itbg26JPPaE/s400/DSC00081.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aIwn6ffRmI8/Rg56nldb3ZI/AAAAAAAAAEY/2v6zRGrF5mQ/s1600-h/DSC00083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048107052817964434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aIwn6ffRmI8/Rg56nldb3ZI/AAAAAAAAAEY/2v6zRGrF5mQ/s400/DSC00083.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;well today's meeting was a super good one i must say cuz cluedo is mostly done and ya. other than spiritual group, the rest is almost done i think, haha.. meimei ah!!! must use your brain more dong ma?! don everytime sit there and stone!!!! if carry on like that butt will get big one you know!!! so use more brains! adding on, when we were at rafflescity subway, we saw an auntie of like erm, my mama's age wore a damn fcuking revealing top. let me tell you how bloody revealing it is. its a super low cut light green transloucent top. and its low cut til her bellybutton and adding on to the shit, she didnt wear a fricking bra and ya.. the rest is up to your imagination. gawd, imagine your mama dresses like that out. shit. and she was out with her husband, daughter and son. really cant take it. period and pukes my shit up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;anyways i still somehow feel like not everything is in control so ya, i feel like helping but i am very tired today so ya im sorry guys. well the xiao ming guys are quite screwed up cuz they heaven been coming for meetings and im actually quite fcuked up bout it and next week they are gonna get a bloody questioning session rom me and ya they better be able to answer my questions.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;sorry boys, the man's gotta do what a man's gotta do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;meimei take care kays. you've been thru a lot. korkor is only a phone call away, anytime you need someone to tell your worries, im here! take care kays. hugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;baby's down with gastric and i miss her. i wonder how she's doing at home. she must be suffering alone on the bed now. poor nana girl. i hope i can be by your side now and hold your hands and watch you fall asleep. i wanna be by your side all the time to take care of you always. all the way. 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/1390027690935601365-6131152909360359593?l=unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com/feeds/6131152909360359593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1390027690935601365&amp;postID=6131152909360359593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390027690935601365/posts/default/6131152909360359593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390027690935601365/posts/default/6131152909360359593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com/2007/03/cant-believe-it.html' title='cant believe it.'/><author><name>nigelboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12333726505207051747</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/_aIwn6ffRmI8/Rg56L1db3TI/AAAAAAAAADo/PpEiPDbeyDQ/s72-c/DSC00064.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1390027690935601365.post-3660177314409357319</id><published>2007-03-31T00:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T00:32:32.419+08:00</updated><title type='text'>im so dead</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;erm. i am in deep shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;i'm sitting in front of the laptop and i realised something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;my fricking tummy is fricking big.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;this is very very very bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;but you know what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;fcuk it!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;came back from JB with two more t-shirts into my collection. damn cheap can? total only cost me 25 sing dollars. and the material of the shirt damn good also. its super duper worth. and then also bought a pair of new shoes. wanted to get a pair that has green stripe or something. but really cant find one pair that suits me so in the end i bought a pair thats black and with gold stripes. not bad i think cuz ya, i don wanna end up getting another pair of brown shoes!! and mummy bought me earring cuz i badly wanted one. its 14Rm and ya, its currently the most expensive earring i have. mine cost usually bout $1.50. go ahead and laugh your butt off. yes $1.50 is the avg price of my earrings. period while you laugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;super duper tired cuz its been a long time since i went shopping with mama and prisca and my aunts. good family bonding! feels good after today cuz im always busy with other stuff and always not being able to go for family functions so ya. im glad i went JB with them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;anyways tomorrow is gonna be a vry long day cuz i have camp meeting from 3 onwards so yea. of to bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;baby, don't you ever worry a single bit cuz i will always be here for you. anytime you need me. i will be your sunshine after the rain. hugs.&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/1390027690935601365-3660177314409357319?l=unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com/feeds/3660177314409357319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1390027690935601365&amp;postID=3660177314409357319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390027690935601365/posts/default/3660177314409357319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390027690935601365/posts/default/3660177314409357319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com/2007/03/im-so-dead.html' title='im so dead'/><author><name>nigelboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12333726505207051747</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-1390027690935601365.post-6357017922318203288</id><published>2007-03-29T13:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T13:38:29.544+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blog song</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;well i changed my blog song yesterday night. i wanted to change it to something funny but i forgot how i came upon this song and ya. i knew this was the song i wanted to put on my blog. this is a christian song and i don't know why but it brings back memory from all my past legion camps. all the bonding with person beside you, feeling God's presence and to cry your hearts out knowing that HE died for you so that you have life.. all these came straight to me when i heared the song and trust me. i cried man. it hits the heart not the ears. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;thank God he made me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;praise him above all!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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song'/><author><name>nigelboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12333726505207051747</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-1390027690935601365.post-4877075826828363984</id><published>2007-03-29T13:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T10:36:01.397+08:00</updated><title type='text'>drinking session</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;it has been a long while since the brothers hang out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;it has been a long while since we made kee drunk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;it has been a long while since we talk the night away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;yesterday night was spent a foo's place.kee was still not over her. foo and i also don't know what to say so we just listened.&lt;br /&gt;guessed kee still loves her a lot and i don't get it. why cant she commit as much as he does?! but its always his decision in the end so me and foo just nod our heads and listen. yeah. well, kee was definitely drunk last nite from all the tequila shots. erm he had like 12 shots i think.. foo had bout 10 and i didnt really drink cuz my tummy is screwed up so ya. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;well its not bout the alcohol. its about the company.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;its a really really long time since the three if s hang out at foo's place and its always good to know you have friends that are super close to your heart and that they listen to your sorrows and all. its a feeling i cant describe.&lt;br /&gt;thanks guys. love you guys man......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aIwn6ffRmI8/RgtMm1db3SI/AAAAAAAAADc/p4HcP7WFOHs/s1600-h/DSC00053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047212037468052770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aIwn6ffRmI8/RgtMm1db3SI/AAAAAAAAADc/p4HcP7WFOHs/s320/DSC00053.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;thanks bros. cheers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1390027690935601365-4877075826828363984?l=unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com/feeds/4877075826828363984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1390027690935601365&amp;postID=4877075826828363984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390027690935601365/posts/default/4877075826828363984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390027690935601365/posts/default/4877075826828363984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com/2007/03/drinking-session.html' title='drinking session'/><author><name>nigelboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12333726505207051747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aIwn6ffRmI8/RgtMm1db3SI/AAAAAAAAADc/p4HcP7WFOHs/s72-c/DSC00053.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1390027690935601365.post-517759826262991720</id><published>2007-03-27T12:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T10:36:01.897+08:00</updated><title type='text'>anyone miss me???</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;another week has passed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;another day is coming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;but my love for you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;will never&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;change with the days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;it has been a fulfilling week for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;sunday was super duper fun and F3 was sucha success i don't even know how to thank God for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;sunday's sermon was about forgetting the past and looking forward to what's gonna happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;to many of us, past affects the future. to me, past is past, future is awaiting. so much more things are gonna happen to me and the people around me so much so that sad past are not worth my memory. only the happy ones stay in my mind. that sunday's sermon made me think quite a lot cuz ya, easter is coming and its a beginning of a new life. even though its a new beginning of spiritual life, i hope its a new beginning or my life, my real life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;sunday we had our post activity at fort canning park. before that we had a service at saint's peter and paul church. i must say that day was memorable cuz ya, many of the lost souls and MIA people came and its good to see them even though its once a year. well different peple do things differently so ya. whatever their decision is, its their pasa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;then comes the post activity. well i must say the number of people that turned up was many many!!! haha, like 30plus people. cool. if only every activity was like that. anyways, we played childhood games, balancing bean bags on your forehead then walk up a steep slope and pass to the next guy and the rest is self-explained. well, its a simple game but its so much different when you play it with your frends close to your heart. thats what makes the difference. when back home after the activity cuz im super shagged after sucha long day out. waited for bus with meimei cuz shes having stiches and ya, after meimei left, me winson and chris took mrt back. yeps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;end of sunday.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;monday came and ya. went over to baby's place after i finished my sub paper which i think cannot make it. then ya. was super tired cuz heaven had enough rest from sunday. went over and as usual, watch my channel 72 and my baby hungry!!! haha, wanted her to eat bread but baby wanted to eat mee goreng so ya cooked for her.. haha, the mee turned out not bad i must say, super edible!!! then i mouth itchy and then went to make banana desert with bread. super duper good desert to have after the meal. warm and sweet. nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;in the evening, went to meet up pet robin and angela cuz pet''s gonna try out her wedding gown so ya. well, i must say the wedding shop isnt that fantastic. didnt provide very good service and i cant really feel like the fellow there entertaining us was not excited bout the wedding. well somehow i feel like people working in the industry should be excited when people are getting married and then like serve us them enthu that kind. get what i mean???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;anyways i think both of them decided not to get their gown from there already so ya. period.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;went to have prawn noodle and must say, its better that the makansutra one beside DXO. its worth a try man. its a million times better than makansutra one. location of the stall is opposite the police post near tampines safra. show you guys some pics of my god sis in the gown!!! haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;end of monday.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aIwn6ffRmI8/RgifFLM7Z1I/AAAAAAAAADE/YJxL4kuvejs/s1600-h/DSC00050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046458293723817810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aIwn6ffRmI8/RgifFLM7Z1I/AAAAAAAAADE/YJxL4kuvejs/s320/DSC00050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aIwn6ffRmI8/RgifFrM7Z2I/AAAAAAAAADM/J0sxBvWubLs/s1600-h/DSC00051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046458302313752418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aIwn6ffRmI8/RgifFrM7Z2I/AAAAAAAAADM/J0sxBvWubLs/s320/DSC00051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aIwn6ffRmI8/RgifF7M7Z3I/AAAAAAAAADU/yjxAFOuH6uI/s1600-h/DSC00052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046458306608719730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aIwn6ffRmI8/RgifF7M7Z3I/AAAAAAAAADU/yjxAFOuH6uI/s320/DSC00052.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1390027690935601365-517759826262991720?l=unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com/feeds/517759826262991720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1390027690935601365&amp;postID=517759826262991720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390027690935601365/posts/default/517759826262991720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390027690935601365/posts/default/517759826262991720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com/2007/03/anyone-miss-me.html' title='anyone miss me???'/><author><name>nigelboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12333726505207051747</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/_aIwn6ffRmI8/RgifFLM7Z1I/AAAAAAAAADE/YJxL4kuvejs/s72-c/DSC00050.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1390027690935601365.post-3568694164740336005</id><published>2007-03-20T16:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T17:20:38.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'>long long time ago....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;it has been a while. i should say, a very fricking damn bloody long while, sonce i last blogged. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;but well, it doesn't matter that much though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;so so much had happened since i last blogged.. me and my baby had misunderstandings, we cleared it up. i had my church outdoor activity, and it was a success. went to church like always, feels the same. started F3, super duper hell lot of enthu people. went ktv with my baby and frends including you ah tan, sung songs, some of them emo. but its okay. gave my baby a surprise hug by turning up at her place at 1am in the night, baby didnt expect it and ya, the rest is obvious... got my results and its not really superb, people that know me will know what i mean, i'll be having sub paper so ya. working hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;this may sound like a emo entry but its not cuz i'm seldom 'emo-tic'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so much is happening. school and church are two things that worry me like crap. well school is easy to handle, score well and then the rest.... period. &lt;br /&gt;church and legion are the ones that will 24/7 be worrying about no matter what. recruitment camp will be coming along, 31 may.. and i feel that preparation for it is so not done and its super worrying coz if ian can't make it for the camp due to NS, poor me have gotta go take over him. that's why now i hafta go for their meetings. it doesn't matter if i have to go for their individual group meetings, coz i don't want to only get worried until the camp itself. if its bout worrying, it should be happening now and now only, even though im quite a last minute person, when it comes to a 3d2n camp, it no time to be last minute. &lt;br /&gt;well baby, if you're thinking why you're not mentioned, im only worried bout your poor tummy that always have gastric problems, thinking of it again, you do have a lot of things to worry about. my baby has tummyache everytime, and she is to NOT EAT&lt;blod&gt; creamy, oily, and not eat too fast.&lt;/bold&gt; so people, if you're reading this entry of mine and you're dating her out, you should know what to do. below are some tips.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;never ever go for buffet cuz she'll eat too fast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;never ever go to pastamania cuz she'll eat carbonara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;never ever go supper cuz she'll eat stuff like prata, mac or anything oily, maggie's better now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you think you cant do the stuff mentioned on top, you can always go the the nearest kopitiam and order mee hoon mee soup!!!! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;*sorry baby, this is for your sake, i still love you!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;well, remembered i mention this mission me and my baby was on, i can say now, mission is accomplished. just for all your information, my baby, kee and foo were my pillar of strength, especially my baby, the mission is dedicated to you. thanks baby!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1390027690935601365-3568694164740336005?l=unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com/feeds/3568694164740336005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1390027690935601365&amp;postID=3568694164740336005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390027690935601365/posts/default/3568694164740336005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390027690935601365/posts/default/3568694164740336005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com/2007/03/long-long-time-ago.html' title='long long time ago....'/><author><name>nigelboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12333726505207051747</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-1390027690935601365.post-5977649000505222722</id><published>2007-03-10T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T00:12:19.141+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what a day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;today i woke up to my new xbox!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;haha, i finally got my xbox.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;well, my baby's worried bout me being too addicted to the new system in my living room but i just want to tell her thats its okay. im not a ahrdcore gamer freak. i just play when i have time or when i have nothing to do. haha, relax baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i went to pick my nana up from work today. we had so much fun walking from suntec to e mrt station and also on the train but when we alighted from the train, things were so so so so much different. baby's tired and i tried to be there for her, but i guess my efforts weret enough. im sorry. i knew my baby would be super tired from work cuz yesterday was the same too so ya. i was prepared. prepared to give her my shoulder and my everything to make sure she feels fine. but i failed again. period. its always like that. it happened before and its happening and it'll happen again.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;'it's just us'&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;was supposed to go have supper with lane, sm and people, but baby was too tired and ya, we decided to go home. and so did i. but i met my friend for a drink downstairs. as in drink tea, not beer. then got a message from baby, she's going supper with her friend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;period.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;loves you baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;im working very very hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;you really mean a lot to me. i swear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;today is the twelfth day.&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/1390027690935601365-5977649000505222722?l=unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com/feeds/5977649000505222722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1390027690935601365&amp;postID=5977649000505222722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390027690935601365/posts/default/5977649000505222722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390027690935601365/posts/default/5977649000505222722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com/2007/03/what-day.html' title='what a day.'/><author><name>nigelboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12333726505207051747</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-1390027690935601365.post-603757815731583781</id><published>2007-03-07T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T23:34:24.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'>damn it. cant sleep</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SHIT.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;pr&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;pr&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;this cant be happening for the second time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;pr&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;pr&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;pr&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;fricking&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;cant sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;pr&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;SUCKS&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;for nuts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;can i take sleeping pills and sleep til i drown in my drool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;nevermind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;goodnight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;today is the tenth day.&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/1390027690935601365-603757815731583781?l=unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com/feeds/603757815731583781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1390027690935601365&amp;postID=603757815731583781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390027690935601365/posts/default/603757815731583781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390027690935601365/posts/default/603757815731583781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com/2007/03/damn-it-cant-sleep.html' title='damn it. cant sleep'/><author><name>nigelboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12333726505207051747</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-1390027690935601365.post-3192706812378984950</id><published>2007-03-05T12:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T10:36:02.039+08:00</updated><title type='text'>got something up my hook.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;ladies and gentlemen!!!! just want to share with you guys my first time catching a stingray!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;last night i went fishing with winson and ya, he caught a catfish and i caught a stingray, its only a very small one but still, the feeling when it gets hooked is super satisfying!!! then when you reel the thing back, the stingray will constantly struggle and ya, the tuck it makes and the rod is insane!!! great time last night... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;today is the eight day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aIwn6ffRmI8/ReufeDptXbI/AAAAAAAAAC8/uBSryvrIrqo/s1600-h/DSC00024.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038295946869169586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aIwn6ffRmI8/ReufeDptXbI/AAAAAAAAAC8/uBSryvrIrqo/s320/DSC00024.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;cool eh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1390027690935601365-3192706812378984950?l=unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com/feeds/3192706812378984950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1390027690935601365&amp;postID=3192706812378984950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390027690935601365/posts/default/3192706812378984950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390027690935601365/posts/default/3192706812378984950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com/2007/03/got-something-up-my-hook.html' title='got something up my hook.'/><author><name>nigelboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12333726505207051747</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/_aIwn6ffRmI8/ReufeDptXbI/AAAAAAAAAC8/uBSryvrIrqo/s72-c/DSC00024.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1390027690935601365.post-1072162358664326216</id><published>2007-03-04T19:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T10:36:02.769+08:00</updated><title type='text'>today is total crap.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;just got home from a long day of meeting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;sigh i dont know where to start.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;today after church im supposed to go meet baby, pet and robin to go check out the travel fair. but when i boarded the taxi, my mother called to tell me that i cant go. her reason is simple. i only knew my baby for sucha short time and its not safe. well, i may not be a super good reason but i guess she means well. at first i was damn damn damn pissed out when she told me so last minute that i couldnt go, as in damn damn pissed, really fucked up man. but after i put down the phone, or rather, hung up the phone, i realised i fucking did a stupid mistake. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i screwed up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;big time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;by doing all this nonsense, my mum will think bad of baby, my mm would 'presume' like she always does, and this will not do us any good at all. but its just that, you know when you waited for something so so badly and you're so eager to wanting to go and have some lone time with your love ones, and the whole thing is cancelled not cuz the both of you guys cant make it, its cuz of other reasons that could have been avoided. but anyways, we can always go during the year end holidays. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i want my mum to like my nanagirl, but i think i blew it once, in future, i promise it'll never ever happen again. i think today i hurt my baby quite a lot, even though she said its ok and all, i still feel its a little wrong. and im&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;sorry honey&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;sorry i was fucked up with the whole world. i love you still.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;went over to the toy meusum to have a look and yeah, had lotsa fun. it was rather interesting though. didnt know they have a meusum for toys, but some of the toys are super super old man. cool. my baby keeps wanting me to pose fot emo photos so ya, below are some photos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sorry mummy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038041289668255058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aIwn6ffRmI8/Req33DptXVI/AAAAAAAAACM/RYDBkkvTfwQ/s400/DSC00011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i especially like this in particular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aIwn6ffRmI8/Req42jptXWI/AAAAAAAAACU/6fzRINKrfWw/s1600-h/DSC00445.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038042380589948258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aIwn6ffRmI8/Req42jptXWI/AAAAAAAAACU/6fzRINKrfWw/s320/DSC00445.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;baby and mr spinach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aIwn6ffRmI8/Req5YDptXXI/AAAAAAAAACc/RqEoRrkLh-g/s1600-h/DSC00450.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038042956115565938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aIwn6ffRmI8/Req5YDptXXI/AAAAAAAAACc/RqEoRrkLh-g/s320/DSC00450.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;cuteness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aIwn6ffRmI8/Req6azptXaI/AAAAAAAAAC0/r58bMrhE0bE/s1600-h/DSC00004.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038044102871834018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aIwn6ffRmI8/Req6azptXaI/AAAAAAAAAC0/r58bMrhE0bE/s320/DSC00004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;lotsa toys people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aIwn6ffRmI8/Req6ajptXZI/AAAAAAAAACs/WcWsPebjob4/s1600-h/DSC00466.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038044098576866706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aIwn6ffRmI8/Req6ajptXZI/AAAAAAAAACs/WcWsPebjob4/s320/DSC00466.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;the emo pic i was talking bout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1390027690935601365-1072162358664326216?l=unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com/feeds/1072162358664326216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1390027690935601365&amp;postID=1072162358664326216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1390027690935601365.post-4778054963029844914</id><published>2007-03-03T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T23:34:14.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'>deciding on location still...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;me and baby both are still deciding on where we wanna go. but i was flipping through the papers and i didnt see anything really really cheap but ya, was looking at Bali, but im not really sure of the place itself so if we really wanna head there, we must do a hell lot of research, but i know my baby will do it, haha. anyways im at pet's place, we've got a movie to catch later at 0020hrs, protege. i know its like damn damn long since the movie came out but ya, we a bit lag, so please understand. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;my flu hasnt recover yet, but im getting used to it already. it has became part of me of me! gawd, this is not good, anyways, had my zhi yuan hui meeting today, well i must say that the people in the organising team this time round has a different kind of mix. its all for the good for the future!!! they will help me plan for my year end camp. well i don mind going down to their meetings to '&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;groom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;' them, cuz you know what? in the end, you'll still need their help. well, there will forever be a problem of shortage of people in legion but everyone is doing their best, maybe not everyone, but the people who actually gives a damn would. chris is back also, well it means something when one guy leaves the team and caomes back later on when he realise something in his life is missing. he knows his way, the way back.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;now im still thinking where to go for my trip with my baby, so anyone with good ideas please drop me a tag. anyways we'll be haeding to the travel fair tomorrow and hopefully we can get some really good deals and yea, have a hell lot of great time!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;today is the seventh day.&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/1390027690935601365-4778054963029844914?l=unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com/feeds/4778054963029844914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1390027690935601365&amp;postID=4778054963029844914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390027690935601365/posts/default/4778054963029844914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390027690935601365/posts/default/4778054963029844914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com/2007/03/deciding-on-location-still.html' title='deciding on location still...'/><author><name>nigelboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12333726505207051747</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-1390027690935601365.post-6817968845547580531</id><published>2007-03-01T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T00:26:06.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>right here waiting for you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;as i write this post,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the radio is playing this song,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'right here waiting for you'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just so heartwarming to hear this kinda song,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alone in the late night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;my poor &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;baby is down with gastric cuz we ate too much sushi during dinner, we ordered too fast and gobbled down all the food cuz we had to rush for the movie, 'norbit'. well well,&lt;/span&gt; movie review--------- it's of cuz a funny movie cuz eddie murphy is the main guy acting. but to my surprise, there's actually a storyline, well, for the romantic potion i think i will only rate it at a 20%, comedy 80%. out of 10, i'll give it a 7.8, worth the money! had so much fun today, but baby told me she felt very grumpy. must be the hair!!! haha. it looks fine baby. really. trust me. it doesn'tmatter how the world looks at you an think that your hair is ugly, cuz through my eyes, everything on you looks perfect.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i love you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;pr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;today was my last darn paper. finally its all over. well i must say its not like i really work so darn darn hard but ya, i did study more than usual cuz baby was my pushing factor, on top of that, im on a very important mission that only me and my baby knows. haha, and im so glad my baby is so proud! well, today went by real fast but baby is at home with gastric and i know she's sufferring extremly badly. i never ever had gastric before but my mum has them so everytime she that stupid fluid in the stomach goes crazy, i know it hurts like fu*k cuz my mum sleeps sitting up and then curl up like a prawn, i know it hurts laa. don't ask me howmuch it hurts but i know it hurts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;period&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;pr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;tomorrow morning i will be going over to my baby's place and most prob make her lunch or something then will spend the afternoon watching dvd or my favourite channel 72 provided ah ma is not watching hong kong tv serial! haha. then evening time will be going over to meimei's church cuz they having fun night there hopefully will be 'fun' !!! still need to buy drinks for them, alamak.. so not prepared!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;today is the fifth day.&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/1390027690935601365-6817968845547580531?l=unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com/feeds/6817968845547580531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1390027690935601365&amp;postID=6817968845547580531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390027690935601365/posts/default/6817968845547580531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390027690935601365/posts/default/6817968845547580531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com/2007/03/right-here-waiting-for-you.html' title='right here waiting for you.'/><author><name>nigelboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12333726505207051747</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-1390027690935601365.post-6029410357342472631</id><published>2007-02-27T11:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T16:44:44.084+08:00</updated><title type='text'>still sick man.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;it has been 3 days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;the virus is still stucked in my body.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;when will it ever die?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;pr&gt;sigh, im still sick, im suffering! i want to get well man. i wanna go study for exams! and my throat is really killing me. you don't know what it feels like. i really feel like cutting out my darn throat, wash it clean, put lotsa mint on it and then put it back. in the first place, i don't even know how i got the virus, i think im just unlucky, heck. concentrate on getting well that is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;baby's granny fainted just now and had to be rushed to the hospital, baby must have been shockedlike nuts and worrying like mad. stayed at the hoapital for bout 2 hours and am glad everything's fine and ah ma can return home. phew, scare everyone's wits out...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;pr&gt;baby if you are reading my blog at 12pm, smile cuz sandwiches are coming your way!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i know you are too busy to eat, so the delivery man himself is coming!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hugs and kisses to my nanagirl.&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/1390027690935601365-6029410357342472631?l=unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com/feeds/6029410357342472631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1390027690935601365&amp;postID=6029410357342472631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390027690935601365/posts/default/6029410357342472631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390027690935601365/posts/default/6029410357342472631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com/2007/02/still-sick-man.html' title='still sick man.'/><author><name>nigelboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12333726505207051747</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-1390027690935601365.post-8519935255844985364</id><published>2007-02-25T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T21:30:05.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>throat failed me today.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;im damn down on luck. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;down with a sick throat and irritating flu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;what a combination.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;irritates the crap outta me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;went to church in the morning as usual, erm, after mass went for breakfast, and then the noodle stall still don't wanto open. then im so dead, have to eat prata!!! so damn dead. then the table of aunties beside our table keep yaperring bout them ordering first and that they should get their food first. what the hell. go to the bloody stall and talk yourself laa!!! anyways, can't be bothered bout them, went on to have our breakfast and went back to church for my F3 meeting. all went smoothly and we brainstormed quite a lot of ideas,  well the lord's watching over us! cool! haha, then came back after church, went to buy chicken rice, aunties gave me so much rice, in the end cant finish,  so ya. wanted to go over to the park after i ate but the sun made me fell asleep on the sofa (like always). you cant blame me, the fan is blowing right into your face and you just finisshed lunch, of course sleeping is the best way to digest your food, or maybe it applies only to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;then went to meet peter cause he went fishing at town park, haha, his gf is super lucky i must say, all the way hooking up fishes! can't take it, cause i didn't any!! wth! haha, anyways him being him, being mr nice, he still gave me 3 fishes. so im gonna have a feast! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;oh well, baby's working today so i didnt get to see her, sigh, missing her badly. maybe its cause of my throat and flu. i need love!!!!! haha, most prob tomorrow going to meet my nana girl cause i miss her too much already. bet she's fricking tired when she comes home from work later. baby have a good rest!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;*random-- rustyboy looks so darn bored.&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/1390027690935601365-8519935255844985364?l=unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com/feeds/8519935255844985364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1390027690935601365&amp;postID=8519935255844985364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390027690935601365/posts/default/8519935255844985364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390027690935601365/posts/default/8519935255844985364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com/2007/02/throat-failed-me-today.html' title='throat failed me today.'/><author><name>nigelboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12333726505207051747</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-1390027690935601365.post-8284033395142111146</id><published>2007-02-25T00:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T10:36:03.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the lost of blog virginity.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;this blog was created by my dearest nana girl,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;the love of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;this being the first entry, i really don't know what to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;should i talk bout life? or talk bout what happened today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;guess i will talk bout what happened today cuz tody's just great&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;woke up in the morning, mummy bought my "favourite food" duck...&lt;br /&gt;alamak, duck sucks.. duck sucks.. rhymes like mad. told mummy how nice it was to wake up seeing a plate of duck on the dining table, anyways just took a bite and went off to baby's place. since baby was so nice to help me create this blog, i cooked for her, her favourite, or should i say, our favourite, pasta, well i think the pictures are in her blog, she takes picture of everything!!! 'thats good baby!!!' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;cooked a rojak pasta, only used prawns and tuna, but baby says it tastes great so yea, i suppose its good. im damn concerned when it comes to people tasting the food i cook, i don't know, its just a bad habit, so don't ask me why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after lunch, went to sleep cause im sucha pig, i don't know why i feel so sleepy after i eat, but heck, sleep only, give die.. woke up later and remembered baby gotta go get an mc cuz she was too exhausted from yesterday, sorry baby, made you return home so late. then we went to meet lane and people, mia and wei yi and edwin,ate at whitesands, ate at the hong kong resturant on the first level, gawd, thought the food would be not bad, but shit, it sucks like crap, i mean worst than crap!! forget it, talking bout the food make me wanna puke! the century egg porridge i ate is erm how to say? similar to my house tap water, yea, correct. how delicious people? then went over to downtown east cuz mia and wei yi wants to study somemore, we got a drink and left shortly cuz it pointless staying there and yea. thats the end of my wonderful and productive day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aIwn6ffRmI8/ReBg2B_NGOI/AAAAAAAAAAc/cyyYmcyXpPU/s1600-h/DSC00389.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035130864762951906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 158px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="262" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aIwn6ffRmI8/ReBg2B_NGOI/AAAAAAAAAAc/cyyYmcyXpPU/s320/DSC00389.JPG" width="186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;yes,at the dumb resturant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aIwn6ffRmI8/ReBjnx_NGQI/AAAAAAAAAAs/y7BJvB6H_rU/s1600-h/DSC00371.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aIwn6ffRmI8/ReBkoB_NGRI/AAAAAAAAAA0/a1bM24Xb4xE/s1600-h/DSC00356.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035135022291294482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aIwn6ffRmI8/ReBkoB_NGRI/AAAAAAAAAA0/a1bM24Xb4xE/s200/DSC00356.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;haha, one egg tart at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1390027690935601365-8284033395142111146?l=unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com/feeds/8284033395142111146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1390027690935601365&amp;postID=8284033395142111146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390027690935601365/posts/default/8284033395142111146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390027690935601365/posts/default/8284033395142111146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unbreakable-cocacola.blogspot.com/2007/02/lost-of-blog-virginity.html' title='the lost of blog virginity.'/><author><name>nigelboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12333726505207051747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aIwn6ffRmI8/ReBg2B_NGOI/AAAAAAAAAAc/cyyYmcyXpPU/s72-c/DSC00389.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
