<?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-2666597392027362833</id><updated>2012-02-15T21:56:55.406+08:00</updated><category term='fatigued'/><category term='laughs'/><category term='night-long'/><category term='euphoria'/><title type='text'>- S.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classic-reminisce.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2666597392027362833/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classic-reminisce.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2666597392027362833/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>sue fickles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00755171631443027185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/Sq78PqbFTOI/AAAAAAAAEYk/iHIqpG__dHY/S220/P1010165.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>371</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2666597392027362833.post-8745607705843786313</id><published>2012-02-15T20:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-15T21:00:13.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Night Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7DfE0g6tUCY/TzurD2wSdgI/AAAAAAAAGjA/36EU6Wmka8M/s1600/IMG_3130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7DfE0g6tUCY/TzurD2wSdgI/AAAAAAAAGjA/36EU6Wmka8M/s400/IMG_3130.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5709345035348243970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cKur7bVJHhs/TzurC8RWrTI/AAAAAAAAGio/bxH99et-WEs/s400/IMG_3129.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5709345019649240370" style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I0cwXZG1Ul4/TzurDRouKMI/AAAAAAAAGi0/w6vp-9KL5jQ/s1600/IMG_3128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I0cwXZG1Ul4/TzurDRouKMI/AAAAAAAAGi0/w6vp-9KL5jQ/s400/IMG_3128.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5709345025384392898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CN0ika5Eyb0/TzurC7lnynI/AAAAAAAAGic/fovfgbTkpl0/s400/IMG_3127.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5709345019465812594" style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: center; "&gt;Right after work, the girls(Shafanilah, Nurul, Ella &amp;amp; Vanny) and I went over to Macs to have our dinner and pretty much chill. Before that we head down to scape's flea market but many stores are already closed by the time we reach there. Nevertheless, I had such a lovely night catching&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: center; "&gt;up with the girls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I have the most awesome girlfriends at work. I love everyone of them. They are the reasons I dragged my ass to work on my lazy days. Of course, it'll be better to have Vanessa around cos she's my closest girlfriend at work &amp;amp; I love working with her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Can't wait for more upcoming dates with the girls especially to Universal Studios &amp;amp; chalets! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;xoxo, sue &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2666597392027362833-8745607705843786313?l=classic-reminisce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classic-reminisce.blogspot.com/feeds/8745607705843786313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2666597392027362833&amp;postID=8745607705843786313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2666597392027362833/posts/default/8745607705843786313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2666597392027362833/posts/default/8745607705843786313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classic-reminisce.blogspot.com/2012/02/sunday-night-love.html' title='Sunday Night Love'/><author><name>sue fickles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00755171631443027185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/Sq78PqbFTOI/AAAAAAAAEYk/iHIqpG__dHY/S220/P1010165.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7DfE0g6tUCY/TzurD2wSdgI/AAAAAAAAGjA/36EU6Wmka8M/s72-c/IMG_3130.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2666597392027362833.post-5543099764174427346</id><published>2012-02-12T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-13T01:17:36.809+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Your voice is my remedy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o4Zbs8BHkys/TzfujvNR-RI/AAAAAAAAGiQ/Z1YNJQvwRcM/s1600/IMG_2891.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o4Zbs8BHkys/TzfujvNR-RI/AAAAAAAAGiQ/Z1YNJQvwRcM/s400/IMG_2891.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708293350450395410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For the next 4 days, I won't be seeing Loverboy. Plus the 3 days ago which I haven't been seeing him, it's gonna sum up to a week of not meeting him. I feel sad. Firstly, I should be there for him especially after his operation. Secondly, I got no choice but to work my ass out for the entire week to recoup last week's lost. Thirdly, I feel terribly awful knowing that I can't juggle this 2 things. I'm such a terrible gf right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I miss him. I miss us. I miss those carefree times when we can almost go anywhere. Those moments when he's just 8 digits away from fetching me and bringing me from one place to another. I feel guilty. So guilty. I should be there for him, be his 'left hand' when he can't move that much. Instead, I'm busy working. I just feel like I need to support us for the time being so that he don't have to worry about our financial issues. Am I doing the right thing? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;xoxo, sue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2666597392027362833-5543099764174427346?l=classic-reminisce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classic-reminisce.blogspot.com/feeds/5543099764174427346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2666597392027362833&amp;postID=5543099764174427346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2666597392027362833/posts/default/5543099764174427346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2666597392027362833/posts/default/5543099764174427346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classic-reminisce.blogspot.com/2012/02/your-voice-is-my-remedy.html' title='Your voice is my remedy'/><author><name>sue fickles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00755171631443027185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/Sq78PqbFTOI/AAAAAAAAEYk/iHIqpG__dHY/S220/P1010165.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o4Zbs8BHkys/TzfujvNR-RI/AAAAAAAAGiQ/Z1YNJQvwRcM/s72-c/IMG_2891.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2666597392027362833.post-3094837165560122779</id><published>2012-02-09T01:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T01:44:02.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Get well soon, my superman</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7KctspaDVkw/TzKvvjl2zRI/AAAAAAAAGiE/1TaQBg6Pxgg/s1600/IMG_3036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7KctspaDVkw/TzKvvjl2zRI/AAAAAAAAGiE/1TaQBg6Pxgg/s400/IMG_3036.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706816909374573842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Quickly made my way down to NUH once school ends for one reason, Loverboy. Loverboy had to go through his operation on his left shoulder due to dislocation. Despite the smiles and laughter in class, at the back of my mind, I kept thinking of him. Wanted to see for myself if the operation went well and wanna be there for him when he open his eyes. I may not know how he feels but I certainly can see the pain that he's suffering. It hurts when I can't do anything to ease the pain that he's bearing. The least I can do, is to be there right next to him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was pretty shagged and hungry when I reached the hospital, but it was all worth it mainly because he mean so much to me. He kept waking up and falling back to sleep, must be the anesthetic. In between, as you can see from the pictures compiled into a collage above, snapped few pictures to kill some time. I sure did had some fun time doing that. Hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;xoxo, sue &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2666597392027362833-3094837165560122779?l=classic-reminisce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classic-reminisce.blogspot.com/feeds/3094837165560122779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2666597392027362833&amp;postID=3094837165560122779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2666597392027362833/posts/default/3094837165560122779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2666597392027362833/posts/default/3094837165560122779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classic-reminisce.blogspot.com/2012/02/get-well-soon-my-superman.html' title='Get well soon, my superman'/><author><name>sue fickles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00755171631443027185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/Sq78PqbFTOI/AAAAAAAAEYk/iHIqpG__dHY/S220/P1010165.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7KctspaDVkw/TzKvvjl2zRI/AAAAAAAAGiE/1TaQBg6Pxgg/s72-c/IMG_3036.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2666597392027362833.post-7760237785598550108</id><published>2012-02-08T12:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T01:20:32.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My mentor, my facilitator, my mummy-like.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Zus7lZR_Hwk/TzKq-5qAYfI/AAAAAAAAGh4/DWOW8eyr_1I/s1600/IMG_2982.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Zus7lZR_Hwk/TzKq-5qAYfI/AAAAAAAAGh4/DWOW8eyr_1I/s400/IMG_2982.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706811675437457906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today marks the last day of school in Republic Polytechnic. I can't believe my 3 years of RP have come to an end. Funny how badly I wanted to graduate from school but now that it's over, I wished I could stay a little longer. As though repeating is not enough since I've already dragged another semester and delayed my graduation, but the thought of leaving school can be quite saddening. RP is where I found new set of friends and not to forget my loverboy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There's one person that I will always remember from RP and that is Mrs Patricia Yeo, my mentor, my facilitator and can consider her to be my mummy in school. She's always there during my ups and downs. When I needed her, she's always 8 digits away. Got caught up with the school's rules and regulations and I found myself somewhere near from getting expel. There she was, constantly giving me the faith and encouragement to pick myself back up and carry on moving forward. It was quite a scary process especially knowing that it's the last lap. At times when I feel lost, I know I can always count on her like 1,2,3. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She's a mother-like to me, always checking up on me, having one to one heart talk with me. No matter how bad I was, how foolish I am to create such mistakes and mess, she never judged or measure me by my flawless. Instead she compliments me when I managed to pull my composure together. I know I can never repay her kindness and what she'd done for me. That's why I'm keeping her close to my heart. Maybe one, god's will, I'm able to repay her kindness. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here comes the 6 months of my internship. They call it hell, but I wanna stick around and experience it for myself. If I'm all set for the internship then I'm ready for the real world out there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;xoxo, sue &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2666597392027362833-7760237785598550108?l=classic-reminisce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classic-reminisce.blogspot.com/feeds/7760237785598550108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2666597392027362833&amp;postID=7760237785598550108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2666597392027362833/posts/default/7760237785598550108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2666597392027362833/posts/default/7760237785598550108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classic-reminisce.blogspot.com/2012/02/my-mentor-my-facilitator-my-mummy-like.html' title='My mentor, my facilitator, my mummy-like.'/><author><name>sue fickles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00755171631443027185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/Sq78PqbFTOI/AAAAAAAAEYk/iHIqpG__dHY/S220/P1010165.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Zus7lZR_Hwk/TzKq-5qAYfI/AAAAAAAAGh4/DWOW8eyr_1I/s72-c/IMG_2982.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2666597392027362833.post-1004386270117725042</id><published>2012-02-07T19:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T01:23:35.019+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You Allah :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Alhamdulilah syukur, Allah have always been by my side.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I witnessed it with my own ears.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Even at the niche of time, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He managed to changed the heart throbbing situation into a rewarding one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know He have faith in me, that's why he's giving me such offer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;An offer that I've been dying to get!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I pray that I will always be bless by him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hopefully everything will be a smooth sail for me, Insyaallah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;xoxo, sue &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/2666597392027362833-1004386270117725042?l=classic-reminisce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classic-reminisce.blogspot.com/feeds/1004386270117725042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2666597392027362833&amp;postID=1004386270117725042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2666597392027362833/posts/default/1004386270117725042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2666597392027362833/posts/default/1004386270117725042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classic-reminisce.blogspot.com/2012/02/thank-you-allah.html' title='Thank You Allah :)'/><author><name>sue fickles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00755171631443027185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/Sq78PqbFTOI/AAAAAAAAEYk/iHIqpG__dHY/S220/P1010165.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2666597392027362833.post-6543189120882095387</id><published>2012-02-03T22:10:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-03T23:47:08.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'>32nd monthsary</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;Today marks the 32nd monthsary with loverboy. I always look forward to the 3rd of every month mainly because it is our special day, a month, a year we grow older, wiser and stronger together. To many more years, let's start with forever. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I love uploading pictures that we've taken for the past 32 months. Every picture holds a unique memory that only you and I share. I love how each picture sent me flashbacks to those time. Subcontiously, I'm smiling and biting my lips when looking at all those pictures. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I wanna create more memories with you my love. Now and in the upcoming future.&lt;br /&gt;My love for you never fade since day 1, in fact it increases every single day.&lt;br /&gt;Happy 32nd monthsary. To infinity and beyond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EF-fHuO2sM0/Tyv5Af_ZttI/AAAAAAAAGhs/l-BTmLv6t6E/s1600/IMG00199-20100714-1055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704927139977606866" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EF-fHuO2sM0/Tyv5Af_ZttI/AAAAAAAAGhs/l-BTmLv6t6E/s400/IMG00199-20100714-1055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704927117165062322" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U-GMYD0EG7M/Tyv4_LAd6LI/AAAAAAAAGhk/g5QrB4FXEHM/s400/DSC09902.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hVGhpjNikeY/Tyv4_HbQjyI/AAAAAAAAGhU/0jth8HZ9ePE/s1600/IMG00211-20100724-1928.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704927116203691810" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hVGhpjNikeY/Tyv4_HbQjyI/AAAAAAAAGhU/0jth8HZ9ePE/s400/IMG00211-20100724-1928.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gGPeiUWGsX0/Tyv3nYuu7XI/AAAAAAAAGhI/VftV2vQNxvs/s1600/P1010622.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704925609020288370" style="WIDTH: 300px; 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CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kMGnXGpPD5Y/Tyvx8OevO9I/AAAAAAAAGeE/AzHyleN8-G4/s400/FxCam_1287113522535.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qfB46h1uTyg/TyvwZVW9f6I/AAAAAAAAGdg/-D0VPjAwjFA/s1600/P1000580.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704917671015710626" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qfB46h1uTyg/TyvwZVW9f6I/AAAAAAAAGdg/-D0VPjAwjFA/s400/P1000580.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AdBkOVVG82A/TyvwZs_8yhI/AAAAAAAAGds/PImjxiE3_Mc/s1600/P1000595.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704917677361646098" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AdBkOVVG82A/TyvwZs_8yhI/AAAAAAAAGds/PImjxiE3_Mc/s400/P1000595.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-piw4iYlZbA8/TyvwW1Ww-9I/AAAAAAAAGdU/G6aY5pQwPYI/s1600/snap_31-1-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704917628065217490" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-piw4iYlZbA8/TyvwW1Ww-9I/AAAAAAAAGdU/G6aY5pQwPYI/s400/snap_31-1-3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1Eamtcyhbu4/TyvwWtkVOsI/AAAAAAAAGdE/_quYJEp6LUM/s1600/snap_37.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704917625974635202" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1Eamtcyhbu4/TyvwWtkVOsI/AAAAAAAAGdE/_quYJEp6LUM/s400/snap_37.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cnLvV6zKOlQ/TyvwWUIowaI/AAAAAAAAGc8/fnDwe903--0/s1600/snap_46.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704917619147588002" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 278px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cnLvV6zKOlQ/TyvwWUIowaI/AAAAAAAAGc8/fnDwe903--0/s400/snap_46.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-njJxlH5hXwA/Tyvutu5wiZI/AAAAAAAAGcs/y1_7qKNbImo/s1600/snapshot2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704915822446676370" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-njJxlH5hXwA/Tyvutu5wiZI/AAAAAAAAGcs/y1_7qKNbImo/s400/snapshot2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vqmqY0Exk4o/TyvusRGQN5I/AAAAAAAAGck/UQxJ8KDcVbc/s1600/snapshot15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704915797266151314" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vqmqY0Exk4o/TyvusRGQN5I/AAAAAAAAGck/UQxJ8KDcVbc/s400/snapshot15.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-k1DIbqJPrQk/TyvusTAPp8I/AAAAAAAAGcQ/68nO8Eth8Eg/s1600/Untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704915797777819586" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 325px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-k1DIbqJPrQk/TyvusTAPp8I/AAAAAAAAGcQ/68nO8Eth8Eg/s400/Untitled.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DSoVxsjQeGo/Tyvur25H-6I/AAAAAAAAGcI/a6w1aDw-ZgY/s1600/lovedoze.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704915790231763874" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 274px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DSoVxsjQeGo/Tyvur25H-6I/AAAAAAAAGcI/a6w1aDw-ZgY/s400/lovedoze.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;xoxo, sue &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2666597392027362833-6543189120882095387?l=classic-reminisce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classic-reminisce.blogspot.com/feeds/6543189120882095387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2666597392027362833&amp;postID=6543189120882095387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2666597392027362833/posts/default/6543189120882095387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2666597392027362833/posts/default/6543189120882095387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classic-reminisce.blogspot.com/2012/02/32nd-monthsary.html' title='32nd monthsary'/><author><name>sue fickles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00755171631443027185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/Sq78PqbFTOI/AAAAAAAAEYk/iHIqpG__dHY/S220/P1010165.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EF-fHuO2sM0/Tyv5Af_ZttI/AAAAAAAAGhs/l-BTmLv6t6E/s72-c/IMG00199-20100714-1055.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2666597392027362833.post-4804453531237069729</id><published>2012-02-02T22:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T23:10:05.848+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mind spilling with words.........................</title><content type='html'>Tonight................it seems like there's a lot of things going on in my head. It's not just random things passing by, but those specific ones. Scary how words can really affect and slowly eat you up in the inside till you can go numb. There is always a limit to how much a person can take in and there will be a point of time where she will burst out like a volcano erruption once the line have been crossed. The more patience I get, the more people tend to provoke me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it's so hard to pleased two parties at the same time. I've heard such quote, 'I don't live to please anyone' well it's true but I can't stand living around so much hatred and complication just because I want my way and not theirs, especially with my own blood. There is only this much that I can comprimise but if things start to get pretty ridiculous then I don't think I should adhere to anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People tend to assume things because they only see things with their eyes and not their heart. Does it kill to learn about that person first before throwing tons of negative words? I do have my fair share of problems but do you even bother to know what it is? No, beacuse you think I'm having a carefree life and that, I'm no where near problems. No one will ever born as a perfectionist, I never blame you for your flaws but it pisses me if you refuse to correct yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny when you don't practice what you preach.&lt;br /&gt;One day, just one fine day, I hope you will get what you asked for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2666597392027362833-4804453531237069729?l=classic-reminisce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classic-reminisce.blogspot.com/feeds/4804453531237069729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2666597392027362833&amp;postID=4804453531237069729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2666597392027362833/posts/default/4804453531237069729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2666597392027362833/posts/default/4804453531237069729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classic-reminisce.blogspot.com/2012/02/mind-spilling-with-words.html' title='Mind spilling with words.........................'/><author><name>sue fickles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00755171631443027185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/Sq78PqbFTOI/AAAAAAAAEYk/iHIqpG__dHY/S220/P1010165.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2666597392027362833.post-1916947679723980399</id><published>2012-02-01T23:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T00:03:32.417+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A reminder to myself</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I want to share this article cause to me, it is really meaningful...........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The relationship between you and your creator is not such that once spoiled it has to stay spoiled. At any time we can turn to Him in repentance and make peace with Him. With repentance God washes our slates COMPLETELY CLEAN as if there was never any spot of sin on them.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even though it would not harm God in the least if the whole of mankind abandoned faith and goodness, God is overjoyed when one of His servants, lost in faithlessness and sin, comes back to Hi. Imagine a mother who has lost her baby in a crowd and is nervously searching for it. Imagine now her joy when she finds her lost baby. When a servant of God returns to Him after being lost in faithlessness and sin, the joy of God is more than SEVENTY TIMES greater than the joy of such a mother.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Repentance does not mean being perfect. We can never be perfect since even prophets have at times made mistakes. Repentance means to abandon one's rebelliousness and arrogance before God and to stop deliberately disregarding His commandments without feeling any shame. Repentance means to humbly hope for the mercy of God and to fear His judgement while doing the best once can to fulfill divine wishes within the limits of one's human weaknesses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;IF YOU TAKE ONE STEP TOWARDS GOD, HE WILL TAKE TWO TOWARDS YOU.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;IF YOU COME TO HIM WALKING, HE WILL COME TO YOU RUNNING.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2666597392027362833-1916947679723980399?l=classic-reminisce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classic-reminisce.blogspot.com/feeds/1916947679723980399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2666597392027362833&amp;postID=1916947679723980399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2666597392027362833/posts/default/1916947679723980399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2666597392027362833/posts/default/1916947679723980399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classic-reminisce.blogspot.com/2012/02/reminder-to-myself.html' title='A reminder to myself'/><author><name>sue fickles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00755171631443027185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/Sq78PqbFTOI/AAAAAAAAEYk/iHIqpG__dHY/S220/P1010165.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2666597392027362833.post-6189419736557998124</id><published>2012-01-07T23:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T11:41:40.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday's date!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AIauuOcXYuA/TwpV6_EuadI/AAAAAAAAGbY/Kx-wBSWcA7s/s1600/IMG_2574.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695459150615439826" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AIauuOcXYuA/TwpV6_EuadI/AAAAAAAAGbY/Kx-wBSWcA7s/s400/IMG_2574.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Vbwc677cvF0/TwpV6rRvNiI/AAAAAAAAGbM/OAomUGJ-9Vs/s1600/IMG_2583.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695459145301308962" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Vbwc677cvF0/TwpV6rRvNiI/AAAAAAAAGbM/OAomUGJ-9Vs/s400/IMG_2583.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was pretty much anxious for Saturday's date with loverboy mainly because he is planning everything for us. Everything went well except for the part when we caught 'Machine Preacher'. The movie is long and dragyyyyyyy, plus we got the second row seats so imagine the discomfort. Apart from the little bump, I adore my whole of Saturday with him with so much laughter, hugs and kisses. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have to admit that distance actually helps in strengthening our relationship. Out of the 7 days in a week, I only get to see him in 2 days and that actually make me appreciate him more and not take his presence for granted. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In between, I do miss him. Like a lot! You know especially on those days when you just want to run up to him &amp;amp; hug him but you can't. But I always believe that good things come to those who wait. And I know that when all of this is over, we can be back to each other's side 24/7. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Xoxo, sue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2666597392027362833-6189419736557998124?l=classic-reminisce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classic-reminisce.blogspot.com/feeds/6189419736557998124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2666597392027362833&amp;postID=6189419736557998124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2666597392027362833/posts/default/6189419736557998124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2666597392027362833/posts/default/6189419736557998124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classic-reminisce.blogspot.com/2012/01/saturdays-date.html' title='Saturday&apos;s date!'/><author><name>sue fickles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00755171631443027185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/Sq78PqbFTOI/AAAAAAAAEYk/iHIqpG__dHY/S220/P1010165.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AIauuOcXYuA/TwpV6_EuadI/AAAAAAAAGbY/Kx-wBSWcA7s/s72-c/IMG_2574.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2666597392027362833.post-8502726714835915843</id><published>2012-01-03T09:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T14:31:00.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You &amp; me against the world!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZcOyPSocSxA/TwT4VAv5ApI/AAAAAAAAGbA/QuknlS5oPq0/s1600/Photo0239.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693948868764959378" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZcOyPSocSxA/TwT4VAv5ApI/AAAAAAAAGbA/QuknlS5oPq0/s400/Photo0239.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today mark our 31st monthsary. If my memory serve me correctly, this is the 1st time we are not celebrating it on the day itself because bf is in camp. Boooooo. But hey, they say good things come to those who wait soooooooo we shall see what is he planning for our date on Saturday! Speaking of which, I have to endure few more days before I get to see him. Huhu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will update again when I got the time.&lt;br /&gt;Xoxo, sue&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2666597392027362833-8502726714835915843?l=classic-reminisce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classic-reminisce.blogspot.com/feeds/8502726714835915843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2666597392027362833&amp;postID=8502726714835915843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2666597392027362833/posts/default/8502726714835915843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2666597392027362833/posts/default/8502726714835915843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classic-reminisce.blogspot.com/2012/01/you-me-against-world.html' title='You &amp; me against the world!'/><author><name>sue fickles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00755171631443027185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/Sq78PqbFTOI/AAAAAAAAEYk/iHIqpG__dHY/S220/P1010165.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZcOyPSocSxA/TwT4VAv5ApI/AAAAAAAAGbA/QuknlS5oPq0/s72-c/Photo0239.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2666597392027362833.post-2275187070760445091</id><published>2012-01-01T23:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T00:34:13.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love is only a four letter word but with thousand different definition</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EzK5raSh_to/TwCGXrmC0TI/AAAAAAAAGao/qrzJJoRLfSg/s1600/Image4"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692697670393712946" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EzK5raSh_to/TwCGXrmC0TI/AAAAAAAAGao/qrzJJoRLfSg/s400/Image4" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XOuuL41b5pk/TwCGSMuGKeI/AAAAAAAAGac/SbIv2qXGIEg/s1600/Image5"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692697576206641634" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XOuuL41b5pk/TwCGSMuGKeI/AAAAAAAAGac/SbIv2qXGIEg/s400/Image5" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best way to spent my last few hrs of 2011 and first few hrs of 2012 was to be by my boyfriend's side. To be able to watch the breath-taking and colourful fireworks spark in the high sky, embracing every moment with hugs and kisses and to whisper to each other 'Happy New Year!' is simply the best! It's the 2nd time we spent New Year together and of course I hope for many New Year(s) countdown and celebration with him. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I have to admit, 2011 was not an easy one, especially for the two of us. We've been through thick, thin, high and low together. The journey of 2011 wouldn't have been better if it's not for him. I've seen so much with my bare eyes how much we grew around each other. There are times when I seen us crumbling and falling apart, almost leaving me to no option but giving up. However, I'm just glad that even at the lowest point, we managed to fight and pick ourselves up from drifting even further. All this made us even stronger. I know it's too early to say such thing but I believe he is my soulmate. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Though he can't offer me much, I still choose to stick with him. You see that's the problem with him. I don't know what he do to make me lovestruck like this but I love it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I hope for more love and happiness in 2012. No more silly fights, broken promises, unnecessary bickering cause I wanna live to the fullest with him. You're the best that I ever happened. Definitely a keeper......let's start with forever. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Xoxo sue&amp;lt;3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2666597392027362833-2275187070760445091?l=classic-reminisce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classic-reminisce.blogspot.com/feeds/2275187070760445091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2666597392027362833&amp;postID=2275187070760445091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2666597392027362833/posts/default/2275187070760445091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2666597392027362833/posts/default/2275187070760445091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classic-reminisce.blogspot.com/2012/01/blog-post.html' title='Love is only a four letter word but with thousand different definition'/><author><name>sue fickles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00755171631443027185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/Sq78PqbFTOI/AAAAAAAAEYk/iHIqpG__dHY/S220/P1010165.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EzK5raSh_to/TwCGXrmC0TI/AAAAAAAAGao/qrzJJoRLfSg/s72-c/Image4' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2666597392027362833.post-6402177648929224537</id><published>2011-11-04T11:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T11:25:17.359+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gHfA8R2CTTM/TrNa21mIEMI/AAAAAAAAGZ4/DTphTWd0Ni0/s1600/know%2Byour%2Bworth.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gHfA8R2CTTM/TrNa21mIEMI/AAAAAAAAGZ4/DTphTWd0Ni0/s400/know%2Byour%2Bworth.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670976253936013506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've been the happiest lately. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hope it remain this way for long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;xoxo, sue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2666597392027362833-6402177648929224537?l=classic-reminisce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classic-reminisce.blogspot.com/feeds/6402177648929224537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2666597392027362833&amp;postID=6402177648929224537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2666597392027362833/posts/default/6402177648929224537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2666597392027362833/posts/default/6402177648929224537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classic-reminisce.blogspot.com/2011/11/ive-been-happiest-lately.html' title=''/><author><name>sue fickles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00755171631443027185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/Sq78PqbFTOI/AAAAAAAAEYk/iHIqpG__dHY/S220/P1010165.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gHfA8R2CTTM/TrNa21mIEMI/AAAAAAAAGZ4/DTphTWd0Ni0/s72-c/know%2Byour%2Bworth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2666597392027362833.post-7539773126819765786</id><published>2011-10-15T09:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-15T10:30:25.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don't shove people aside. Especially the one who constantly believes in you, give you the moral support you need, care about you &amp;amp; most importantly, who loves you unconditionally. Don't take advantage of their presence. Don't assume they will always be there for you &amp;amp; take it for granted. Don't keep pushing them away. JUST DON'T. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And if one day, you look around trying to find that someone, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;don't be surprise if you can't find her.....................................................................................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2666597392027362833-7539773126819765786?l=classic-reminisce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classic-reminisce.blogspot.com/feeds/7539773126819765786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2666597392027362833&amp;postID=7539773126819765786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2666597392027362833/posts/default/7539773126819765786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2666597392027362833/posts/default/7539773126819765786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classic-reminisce.blogspot.com/2011/10/dont-shove-people-aside.html' title=''/><author><name>sue fickles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00755171631443027185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/Sq78PqbFTOI/AAAAAAAAEYk/iHIqpG__dHY/S220/P1010165.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2666597392027362833.post-4505303941819986482</id><published>2011-10-14T13:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T13:52:34.714+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large; "&gt;Say hello to goodbye.&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/2666597392027362833-4505303941819986482?l=classic-reminisce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classic-reminisce.blogspot.com/feeds/4505303941819986482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2666597392027362833&amp;postID=4505303941819986482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2666597392027362833/posts/default/4505303941819986482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2666597392027362833/posts/default/4505303941819986482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classic-reminisce.blogspot.com/2011/10/say-hello-to-goodbye.html' title=''/><author><name>sue fickles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00755171631443027185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/Sq78PqbFTOI/AAAAAAAAEYk/iHIqpG__dHY/S220/P1010165.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2666597392027362833.post-5760645747818439652</id><published>2011-10-08T20:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T21:04:50.999+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'M NOT OKAY!</title><content type='html'>And tonight I just feel like crying..........................&lt;div&gt;Is this worth the wait?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is this something that I can be certain of for once?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm hanging on a thin string of faith. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why must my emotions get the better of me all the time?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why do I lose out &amp;amp; give in &amp;amp; pretend that I'm okay?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm NOT okay. NOT AT ALL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why can't things be better after every tears?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why can't things to be easy on me for once?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's taking a toll on me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know what to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't want November to come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What will happen to me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where do I go next?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sigh................ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't take this.......I.......need..........to.......fucking.........cry........out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:'(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2666597392027362833-5760645747818439652?l=classic-reminisce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classic-reminisce.blogspot.com/feeds/5760645747818439652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2666597392027362833&amp;postID=5760645747818439652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2666597392027362833/posts/default/5760645747818439652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2666597392027362833/posts/default/5760645747818439652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classic-reminisce.blogspot.com/2011/10/im-not-okay.html' title='I&apos;M NOT OKAY!'/><author><name>sue fickles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00755171631443027185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/Sq78PqbFTOI/AAAAAAAAEYk/iHIqpG__dHY/S220/P1010165.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2666597392027362833.post-5727131556361270594</id><published>2011-10-08T19:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T21:16:08.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TEARS DON'T MEAN YOU'RE LOSING, EVERYBODY'S BRUISING</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;ON REPEAT MODE: WHO YOU ARE - JESSIE J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I stare at my refelction in the mirror:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;"Why am I doing this to myself?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;"Losing my mind on a tiny error,"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I nearly left the real me on the shelf.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;No, no, no, no, no........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don't lose who you are in the blur of stars!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Seeing is deceiving, dreaming is believing,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's okay not to be okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes it's hard to follow your heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;TEARS DON'T MEAN YOU'RE LOSING, EVERYBODY'S BRUISING&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just be true to who you are&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brushing my hair, do I look perfect?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I forgot what to do to fit the mold, yeah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The more I try the less it's working, yeah'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cos everything inside me screams&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No, no, no, no, no........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes, no's, egos, fake shows, like WHOA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just go, and leave me alone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Real talk, real life, good love, goodnight,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;With a smile, that's my home! That's my home.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;xoxo, sue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2666597392027362833-5727131556361270594?l=classic-reminisce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classic-reminisce.blogspot.com/feeds/5727131556361270594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2666597392027362833&amp;postID=5727131556361270594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2666597392027362833/posts/default/5727131556361270594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2666597392027362833/posts/default/5727131556361270594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classic-reminisce.blogspot.com/2011/10/on-repeat-mode-who-you-are-jessie-j-i.html' title='TEARS DON&apos;T MEAN YOU&apos;RE LOSING, EVERYBODY&apos;S BRUISING'/><author><name>sue fickles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00755171631443027185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/Sq78PqbFTOI/AAAAAAAAEYk/iHIqpG__dHY/S220/P1010165.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2666597392027362833.post-7405860067140298872</id><published>2011-10-01T00:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T20:21:13.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone whom I can stick with 24/7 &amp; not find me clingy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The best relationship is when you two can act like lovers &amp;amp; best friends. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;It's when you have more playful moments than serious ones. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;It is when you can joke around, have unexpected hugs &amp;amp; random kisses. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;It is when you two give each other that specific stare &amp;amp; just smile. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;It is when you'll rather chill inside to watch movies, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;eat junk foods &amp;amp; cuddle than go out all the time. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;It is when you'll stay up all night just to settle your arguments &amp;amp; problems. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;It is when you can completely act yourself &amp;amp; they still love you for who you are.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2666597392027362833-7405860067140298872?l=classic-reminisce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classic-reminisce.blogspot.com/feeds/7405860067140298872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2666597392027362833&amp;postID=7405860067140298872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2666597392027362833/posts/default/7405860067140298872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2666597392027362833/posts/default/7405860067140298872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classic-reminisce.blogspot.com/2011/08/best-relationship-is-when-you-two-can.html' title='Someone whom I can stick with 24/7 &amp; not find me clingy'/><author><name>sue fickles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00755171631443027185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/Sq78PqbFTOI/AAAAAAAAEYk/iHIqpG__dHY/S220/P1010165.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2666597392027362833.post-9092680025506637963</id><published>2011-09-30T03:17:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T04:18:13.767+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy like a bumble bee</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5MBHVZwK-5o/ToTEiOE23DI/AAAAAAAAGYo/fbxaoU0e1TQ/s1600/IMG_0946_1.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5MBHVZwK-5o/ToTEiOE23DI/AAAAAAAAGYo/fbxaoU0e1TQ/s400/IMG_0946_1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657863124057250866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm feeling a lil excited these days &amp;amp; certainly looking forward to my 2nd job at F21. I'm still tutoring though however it's gonna end soon, like in a month after my students sit for their final year end papers. I gonna end it for good. I mean tutoring for 2 years is no joke. Tutoring 5 kids after school, is not an easy thing. I always see myself rushing here &amp;amp; there. Good money, that I can't deny but I guess I'm not ready to commit for long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Like I mention earlier, my 2nd job is at F21. So you people who love to shop at F21 come &amp;amp; find me k? I'll be at Ion's outlet. Hehehe. This weekend I'm on full shift. I don't really like the word full shift but I'm sure I'll be able to pull it off. I'm still new around the girls so we shall see how it's like spending 12hrs each day with them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't know why but I have this secret wish(well no longer a secret since I'm exposing it now) for him to come &amp;amp; surprise me at work, wait till I knock off, have supper &amp;amp; sent me home. I know it's ridiculous to do it every single day but once a while, it'll be so nice &amp;amp; sweet:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Talking about work, I've yet to get my Asics Onitsuka tiger shoe for work. Gonna do shopping real soon! I don't know why but I think I need more than 1 pair of shoe for work. I'm a girl what do you expect. Hehehehe till here folks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;xoxo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sue &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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/2666597392027362833-9092680025506637963?l=classic-reminisce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classic-reminisce.blogspot.com/feeds/9092680025506637963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2666597392027362833&amp;postID=9092680025506637963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2666597392027362833/posts/default/9092680025506637963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2666597392027362833/posts/default/9092680025506637963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classic-reminisce.blogspot.com/2011/09/please-be-awesome-october.html' title='Busy like a bumble bee'/><author><name>sue fickles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00755171631443027185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/Sq78PqbFTOI/AAAAAAAAEYk/iHIqpG__dHY/S220/P1010165.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5MBHVZwK-5o/ToTEiOE23DI/AAAAAAAAGYo/fbxaoU0e1TQ/s72-c/IMG_0946_1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2666597392027362833.post-1439306962059672260</id><published>2011-09-29T05:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T03:17:46.128+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I need all the luck in the universe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u7xWmrS6cns/ToTAh6UR6QI/AAAAAAAAGYY/inSZSQpdsCg/s1600/snap_47-1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 277px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u7xWmrS6cns/ToTAh6UR6QI/AAAAAAAAGYY/inSZSQpdsCg/s400/snap_47-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657858720706717954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So timetable is out! I have only 2 days of school but it still sucks though considering the fact that I could have served like 1/8 of my internship. I've already faced the consequences in 1st sem &amp;amp; the thought of facing it for the 2nd time is just NOT FUN AT ALL. Big fat sigh. I don't know why tonight it suddenly hit me hard. Perhaps the thought of being isolated in class scares the shit out of me. I really hope the 15 weeks of torture will pass fast &amp;amp; smoothly. Then, I still have my nightmare internship. If only D is still around in school it would mean a lot to me............Bleargh. Not gonna dwell on it. Just gonna suck it up &amp;amp; move forward.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;xoxo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sue&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&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/2666597392027362833-1439306962059672260?l=classic-reminisce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classic-reminisce.blogspot.com/feeds/1439306962059672260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2666597392027362833&amp;postID=1439306962059672260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2666597392027362833/posts/default/1439306962059672260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2666597392027362833/posts/default/1439306962059672260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classic-reminisce.blogspot.com/2011/09/so-timetable-is-out-i-have-only-2-days.html' title='I need all the luck in the universe'/><author><name>sue fickles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00755171631443027185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/Sq78PqbFTOI/AAAAAAAAEYk/iHIqpG__dHY/S220/P1010165.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u7xWmrS6cns/ToTAh6UR6QI/AAAAAAAAGYY/inSZSQpdsCg/s72-c/snap_47-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2666597392027362833.post-7867871326594596181</id><published>2011-09-28T03:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T03:20:34.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know what's the best feeling? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I can be right by your side in bed watching you fall asleep soundly in my arms. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I get to kiss you when you're asleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't need to worry about anything cos' I have you right here in my arms. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's like my world is right beside me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And when I'm awake, the first thing I see is you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With morning greetings &amp;amp; non-stop kissing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2666597392027362833-7867871326594596181?l=classic-reminisce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classic-reminisce.blogspot.com/feeds/7867871326594596181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2666597392027362833&amp;postID=7867871326594596181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2666597392027362833/posts/default/7867871326594596181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2666597392027362833/posts/default/7867871326594596181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classic-reminisce.blogspot.com/2011/09/you-know-whats-best-feeling-when-i-can.html' title=''/><author><name>sue fickles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00755171631443027185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/Sq78PqbFTOI/AAAAAAAAEYk/iHIqpG__dHY/S220/P1010165.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2666597392027362833.post-9163897173962624783</id><published>2011-09-23T02:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-24T03:44:56.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When the sun set, you won't see me again</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7TZ9BRClFUk/TnzXVJtdoBI/AAAAAAAAGXw/XylLca3jmTw/s1600/IMG_0284.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7TZ9BRClFUk/TnzXVJtdoBI/AAAAAAAAGXw/XylLca3jmTw/s400/IMG_0284.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655631990454329362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm proud of myself. I certainly do. I deserve credits for going this far. I've been through so much with both life &amp;amp; people whom constantly bring surprises, be it good or bad. Mistakes make me learn. When I learn, I gain experience and that's how I grow up. They say changes are inevitable, yes I can't deny that but if it's for a good course, why not? I'm glad with changes, it somehow bring me to the next level in life. Comparing myself now to back then, I'm so sure I've changed a lot for good. I'm ashamed of how wrong I can be towards myself. Truth is, I underestimated myself. I sure need to start having faith in myself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Another thing is, Rejection. I don't get why people are so afraid of being rejected. Is it because they don't wanna hurt their pride or they don't have the balls to suck it up? Rejection is not one of my biggest fear. In fact I take that as a challenge &amp;amp; also as an answer as to where do I go next. Somehow it is like a motivation in disguise. I failed, get rejected, I move on to something better. Of course there's a price to pay. Probably that is one of the reason why people hate rejections, for the fear of being hurt. Too many times I faced rejection in life &amp;amp; up till now I still do but I'm just glad it happened because it serve as an opportunity to a new entrance. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;xoxo, sue &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2666597392027362833-9163897173962624783?l=classic-reminisce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classic-reminisce.blogspot.com/feeds/9163897173962624783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2666597392027362833&amp;postID=9163897173962624783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2666597392027362833/posts/default/9163897173962624783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2666597392027362833/posts/default/9163897173962624783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classic-reminisce.blogspot.com/2011/09/when-sun-set-you-wont-see-me-again.html' title='When the sun set, you won&apos;t see me again'/><author><name>sue fickles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00755171631443027185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/Sq78PqbFTOI/AAAAAAAAEYk/iHIqpG__dHY/S220/P1010165.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7TZ9BRClFUk/TnzXVJtdoBI/AAAAAAAAGXw/XylLca3jmTw/s72-c/IMG_0284.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2666597392027362833.post-551192150649992504</id><published>2011-09-20T03:57:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-24T02:50:37.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Have you ever had that moment, where you're laying down in bed &amp;amp; you couldn't go to sleep because there's that one person that's running through your mind? You're helplessly smiling, because your love for this person is just enough to make you happy. You reminisce all the moments with this person, even if it was just a text message. I bet you had someone in mind when you read this cause I do even when I'm typing this down. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And I can't deny, I'm helplessly falling in love with the same guy all over again...............&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;xoxo, sue &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2666597392027362833-551192150649992504?l=classic-reminisce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classic-reminisce.blogspot.com/feeds/551192150649992504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2666597392027362833&amp;postID=551192150649992504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2666597392027362833/posts/default/551192150649992504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2666597392027362833/posts/default/551192150649992504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classic-reminisce.blogspot.com/2011/09/blog-post_20.html' title=''/><author><name>sue fickles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00755171631443027185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/Sq78PqbFTOI/AAAAAAAAEYk/iHIqpG__dHY/S220/P1010165.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2666597392027362833.post-8701328772087976400</id><published>2011-09-20T02:07:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T03:08:23.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Take one step at the time, there's no need to run.</title><content type='html'>Lately, I've been a bummer. If there's any award for it, I deserve the title without any doubt. I've been pampering my body way too much in bed. I guess it's the holiday period and I thought I could use all the rest and chilling before the hectic semester life begins again. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've always been the laid back type of school girl. I don't enjoy stressing up about my studies or planning which direction to head on. I just go with the flow(that is prolly my motto in life teehee). Hands down, the past 12 years was a smooth sailing for my studies however, this time round lady luck is not on my side. I commit an offence, so here I am wasting my night away, ranting on this small space about my downfall instead of my shit life as an intern. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I screw up pretty bad so I had to bear all the consequences on my own. I have to admit, it stinks but I'm trying to look at things from a different angle. People make mistake(s), so the only way I can bail myself out is to amend it &amp;amp; be better. Hey I didn't drop out or whatsoever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm taking advantage of all the free time I have in my hand. Planned a couple of getaway trips to Phuket &amp;amp; Japan by the end of the year. But as for now, I'm looking forward to the whole month of October for some deep deep love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goodnight dolls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo, sue &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2666597392027362833-8701328772087976400?l=classic-reminisce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classic-reminisce.blogspot.com/feeds/8701328772087976400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2666597392027362833&amp;postID=8701328772087976400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2666597392027362833/posts/default/8701328772087976400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2666597392027362833/posts/default/8701328772087976400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classic-reminisce.blogspot.com/2011/09/take-one-step-at-time-there-is-no-need.html' title='Take one step at the time, there&apos;s no need to run.'/><author><name>sue fickles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00755171631443027185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/Sq78PqbFTOI/AAAAAAAAEYk/iHIqpG__dHY/S220/P1010165.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2666597392027362833.post-3046340870918735339</id><published>2011-09-16T04:52:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T03:42:29.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just the way I am</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kjucs7SaLkU/TnJq8N-bW3I/AAAAAAAAGXI/Yij5OQDvcS8/s1600/IMG_0854.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kjucs7SaLkU/TnJq8N-bW3I/AAAAAAAAGXI/Yij5OQDvcS8/s400/IMG_0854.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652698065079589746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qmYpuPNxIgI/TnJq7-Pg9oI/AAAAAAAAGXA/8O_7kZWDc6s/s1600/IMG_0855.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qmYpuPNxIgI/TnJq7-Pg9oI/AAAAAAAAGXA/8O_7kZWDc6s/s400/IMG_0855.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652698060856292994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dPAz_88DyEo/TnJq79SxiqI/AAAAAAAAGW4/Cq5AxBn9x-M/s1600/IMG_0858.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dPAz_88DyEo/TnJq79SxiqI/AAAAAAAAGW4/Cq5AxBn9x-M/s400/IMG_0858.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652698060601526946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Constantly, I'm at war with myself. It's like, there's a hater monster living in my body, eating my confidence up. I always looked down on myself, never feel good on how I was designed &amp;amp; rarely pay attention on things that I jolly well deserved. Yes, I'm still going through this low self-esteem shit about myself. It's getting harder and harder to get out of this shit-hole especially with the ugly society, who constantly put me at my lowest. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Shame on me for depending on this ugly society instead of believing in what God had created specially on me. I'm not gonna bother anymore on those who keep turning me down and making me feel like I'm not good enough. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm beautiful in my own way cos' God makes no mistake. I'm on the right track baby, I was born this way - Gaga&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;xoxo, sue &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2666597392027362833-3046340870918735339?l=classic-reminisce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classic-reminisce.blogspot.com/feeds/3046340870918735339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2666597392027362833&amp;postID=3046340870918735339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2666597392027362833/posts/default/3046340870918735339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2666597392027362833/posts/default/3046340870918735339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classic-reminisce.blogspot.com/2011/09/blog-post.html' title='Just the way I am'/><author><name>sue fickles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00755171631443027185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/Sq78PqbFTOI/AAAAAAAAEYk/iHIqpG__dHY/S220/P1010165.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kjucs7SaLkU/TnJq8N-bW3I/AAAAAAAAGXI/Yij5OQDvcS8/s72-c/IMG_0854.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2666597392027362833.post-7173119536315368826</id><published>2011-09-14T02:04:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T02:30:15.392+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why won't you make me feel like I'm the only girl in the world?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Is it wrong to expect something? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know every expectation may lead to disappointment. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I mean, isn't it the human nature to expect even if it's not something big?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have the tendency to do it every now and then, sub-consciously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hate it so much cause it's like I'm giving disappointment an opportunity &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to eat me up &amp;amp; it's taking a toll on me to snap out of it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just want to be loved.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Is that too much to ask for? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;xoxo, sue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/2666597392027362833-7173119536315368826?l=classic-reminisce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classic-reminisce.blogspot.com/feeds/7173119536315368826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2666597392027362833&amp;postID=7173119536315368826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2666597392027362833/posts/default/7173119536315368826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2666597392027362833/posts/default/7173119536315368826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classic-reminisce.blogspot.com/2011/09/why-wont-you-make-me-feel-like-im-only.html' title='Why won&apos;t you make me feel like I&apos;m the only girl in the world?'/><author><name>sue fickles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00755171631443027185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/Sq78PqbFTOI/AAAAAAAAEYk/iHIqpG__dHY/S220/P1010165.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2666597392027362833.post-6531900756416209257</id><published>2011-09-13T03:43:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T02:12:39.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How do you know if your good is not good enough?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xau42OV0g3U/Tm-KOZZMufI/AAAAAAAAGWQ/C5n_vWv141g/s1600/IMG_0831.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xau42OV0g3U/Tm-KOZZMufI/AAAAAAAAGWQ/C5n_vWv141g/s400/IMG_0831.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651888037312641522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes the girl that often smile, cries herself to sleep at night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How irony it is, when the one that constantly give you the strength is also your weakness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just like others, I have issues with this thing call Love. I don't know what it is but it's seriously  messing up with my feelings &amp;amp; my heart. One moment it's like firework and the next, I feel disgusted by it. It's so powerful that even the slightest bit, could eat me up inside. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes I wish I could just chin up and do away with it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've tried but I failed miserably. Yes, easier said than done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate how naive &amp;amp; gullible I am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate how I trust someone so easily.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate how much I need you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I just can't let you go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate that I love you so......................................................................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:'(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;xoxo, sue &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2666597392027362833-6531900756416209257?l=classic-reminisce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classic-reminisce.blogspot.com/feeds/6531900756416209257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2666597392027362833&amp;postID=6531900756416209257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2666597392027362833/posts/default/6531900756416209257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2666597392027362833/posts/default/6531900756416209257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classic-reminisce.blogspot.com/2011/09/sometimes-girl-that-you-often-see-her.html' title='How do you know if your good is not good enough?'/><author><name>sue fickles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00755171631443027185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/Sq78PqbFTOI/AAAAAAAAEYk/iHIqpG__dHY/S220/P1010165.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xau42OV0g3U/Tm-KOZZMufI/AAAAAAAAGWQ/C5n_vWv141g/s72-c/IMG_0831.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2666597392027362833.post-5631842196617619529</id><published>2011-09-11T05:15:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T06:02:24.692+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A little something</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5rzk6wBsRqM/TmvEqc_mDZI/AAAAAAAAGWI/qgheepmiEIU/s1600/photo.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5rzk6wBsRqM/TmvEqc_mDZI/AAAAAAAAGWI/qgheepmiEIU/s400/photo.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650826391082896786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Greetings to people who actually bothered to direct yourself to this link :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;I know it's been a couple of months since I update this space of mine. Sometimes, I prefer to stay out from the cyber world and just live my life rather than do updates behind screen. And yes, I deleted my FB quite some time ago. I'm sure I'm missing out a lot especially among my friends but it doesn't bother me that much cause I prefer being low profile. (I have this mysterious-girl-feeling cause everyone wants to find out about me. HAHA!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Well, almost everything is doing great for me. At times, I caught myself laughing while thinking of all the times, the people, the effort that I waste on. Silly me. I didn't regret it but if I could turn back time, I would definitely react differently. I'm perfectly happy how things are right now. I'm sure there is a reason why God plan it this way &amp;amp; not my way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;What is life without it's own set of surprises. Pretty sure all this challenges &amp;amp; complications are just the spice and sugar to a beautiful life. As much as we yearn for simplicity, it doesn't define what life is all about. It is what it is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Well that's that. Just thought I had to say Hello since I've been gone quite some time. I might update again, maybe tomorrow, maybe next week or let's just say....when I feel like it yea? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Till then Angels :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;xoxo, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;sue&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2666597392027362833-5631842196617619529?l=classic-reminisce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classic-reminisce.blogspot.com/feeds/5631842196617619529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2666597392027362833&amp;postID=5631842196617619529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2666597392027362833/posts/default/5631842196617619529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2666597392027362833/posts/default/5631842196617619529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classic-reminisce.blogspot.com/2011/09/little-something.html' title='A little something'/><author><name>sue fickles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00755171631443027185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/Sq78PqbFTOI/AAAAAAAAEYk/iHIqpG__dHY/S220/P1010165.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5rzk6wBsRqM/TmvEqc_mDZI/AAAAAAAAGWI/qgheepmiEIU/s72-c/photo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2666597392027362833.post-5815293870187663582</id><published>2011-08-02T20:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T21:12:46.259+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know it's crazy...............how wrong you can be about a person.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2666597392027362833-5815293870187663582?l=classic-reminisce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classic-reminisce.blogspot.com/feeds/5815293870187663582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2666597392027362833&amp;postID=5815293870187663582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2666597392027362833/posts/default/5815293870187663582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2666597392027362833/posts/default/5815293870187663582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classic-reminisce.blogspot.com/2011/08/you-know-its-crazy.html' title=''/><author><name>sue fickles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00755171631443027185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/Sq78PqbFTOI/AAAAAAAAEYk/iHIqpG__dHY/S220/P1010165.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2666597392027362833.post-1738421618583283542</id><published>2011-08-01T06:09:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T06:49:58.701+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cleanse my inner soul</title><content type='html'>First and foremost, I'm grateful that I'm able to fast on the first day of this fasting month. I get this sense of joyfulness whenever I can fast on the first day, it's like a good start in welcoming Ramadan. Somehow I feel like Ramadan brings all the Muslim people closer to one another. We perform the extra prayers at night of Ramadan which is call the Tarawih, we get to break fast together regardless with families or friends, and most important it's the month of holy where good deeds are done to one another.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alhamdulilah. I'm able to meet Ramadan this year. Though many think that it's a chore to be fasting but I certainly don't agree to that. It's a month where Islam teaches to empathize the less fortunate, teaches us about patience, spirituality, humility and submissiveness to God. It's not just for the sake of not eating, but to avoid obscene and irreligious sights and sounds.It's purpose being, to cleanse the inner soul and free it from harm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well......I happy sekali cos this morning, I saw many of my Muslims friends, awake to have their predawn meal just like me! except for that one lazy person, who predawn in his bed, hehehe. I'm so looking forward going to the Bazaar and breaking fast with all my Muslims friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hati rase senang gitu dapat berpuasa, seakan dapat rasa nikmatnya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Puasa full k kawan-kawan, jangan naughty-naughty. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Xoxo sue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2666597392027362833-1738421618583283542?l=classic-reminisce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classic-reminisce.blogspot.com/feeds/1738421618583283542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2666597392027362833&amp;postID=1738421618583283542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2666597392027362833/posts/default/1738421618583283542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2666597392027362833/posts/default/1738421618583283542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classic-reminisce.blogspot.com/2011/08/cleanse-my-inner-soul.html' title='Cleanse my inner soul'/><author><name>sue fickles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00755171631443027185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/Sq78PqbFTOI/AAAAAAAAEYk/iHIqpG__dHY/S220/P1010165.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2666597392027362833.post-5334667607086078916</id><published>2011-07-12T14:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T14:44:13.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wonder how boys feel when they're in love. Do they get butterflies? Do they have you on their mind 24/7? Do they wait for you to come online for hours? Do they smile at random things when they think of you? Do they miss you all the time? Do they think about the smallest things you say?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Boys:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(85, 85, 85); font-family: 'helvetica neue', helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-style: italic; line-height: 25px; "&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 20px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;strong style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;We boys don’t get butterflies, we get fireworks. We don’t have you on our mind 24/7, but we do have you on our hearts. Often, yes we wait for you to go online, sometimes simply even just being online makes our heart skip a beat, even if we don’t talk. Whenever you talk to us, our face forms that half-smile; it means we are happy but are trying our hardest to not show it, and fail at hiding it. We do miss you all the time; granted, we’d spend all our time with you if possible. We don’t think of the smallest things you say, we think of every word you say, panicking at every single word, trying to define what it really means, to read between the lines. But wait there’s more.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 20px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;strong style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;We would love you in a million ways. And once we start loving you there is no going back for us. No matter how hard we try we will always love a girl that has touched us. Us boys when in love will think of that girl first thing in the morning, and think of that girl last before we sleep at night. Whenever we see a couple, our thoughts immediately jump to that girl, and imagine that the couple was us. Every single detail about her is loved; the way she walks, talks, speaks. The sound of her voice. Her laughter. The sparkle in her eyes. Her shy smile. The way she dresses. That cute face she makes when she’s asleep. And the way she says our name that our hearts just explode with mirth, a simple act that no-one else can replicate.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(85, 85, 85); font-family: 'helvetica neue', helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-style: italic; line-height: 25px; "&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 20px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;strong style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;A boy in love with a girl is no simple thing, though ladies stereotype us guys as simple. A man in love is not simple. No. He will be unpredictable. He will be persistent, stubborn, and given the circumstances, if it means carrying you from one side of the world to the other to win your heart, a man in love would. He will be a martyr, giving his all and asking for almost none. He will show you how to appreciate the beauty of the world in a thousand ways, and then he will tell you how much he appreciates your beauty in a million ways. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 20px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;strong style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;A man in love is no simple thing.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&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/2666597392027362833-5334667607086078916?l=classic-reminisce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classic-reminisce.blogspot.com/feeds/5334667607086078916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2666597392027362833&amp;postID=5334667607086078916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2666597392027362833/posts/default/5334667607086078916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2666597392027362833/posts/default/5334667607086078916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classic-reminisce.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-wonder-how-boys-feel-when-theyre-in.html' title=''/><author><name>sue fickles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00755171631443027185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/Sq78PqbFTOI/AAAAAAAAEYk/iHIqpG__dHY/S220/P1010165.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2666597392027362833.post-8014689193783276383</id><published>2011-07-10T20:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-10T20:54:10.149+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Giving up is so much easier</title><content type='html'>I'm in a mess. Emotionally in a mess right now...&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know if I should follow my heart or my head.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder what's the purpose of my existence in this MotherEarth?&lt;br /&gt;Why do I constantly have issues with myself and the people I love?&lt;br /&gt;Just when I gather all the courage to pick myself up, another shit just had to knock me down.&lt;br /&gt;Am I a jinx to life or should I say...relationship(s)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to settle down with someone who will love me unconditionally, who stay loyal towards me throughout, who will work HARD for both of our future, who will REALLY go through thick and thin of life with me, who will never get sick and tired of me. Someone who will put up with all my nonsense and at the same time pamper me like a princess. Someone who will never give up on me easily, someone who will never lay a finger on me, someone who will protect me, someone who can control his anger and someone who will respect me for who I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But who will fulfill all this just to be my very one and only Mr.Right?&lt;br /&gt;Xoxo, sue&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2666597392027362833-8014689193783276383?l=classic-reminisce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classic-reminisce.blogspot.com/feeds/8014689193783276383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2666597392027362833&amp;postID=8014689193783276383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2666597392027362833/posts/default/8014689193783276383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2666597392027362833/posts/default/8014689193783276383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classic-reminisce.blogspot.com/2011/07/giving-up-is-so-much-easier.html' title='Giving up is so much easier'/><author><name>sue fickles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00755171631443027185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/Sq78PqbFTOI/AAAAAAAAEYk/iHIqpG__dHY/S220/P1010165.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2666597392027362833.post-8108785261558294273</id><published>2011-07-08T15:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T15:25:00.045+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best date is with someone who can take you anywhere &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;without touching anything &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but your heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2666597392027362833-8108785261558294273?l=classic-reminisce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classic-reminisce.blogspot.com/feeds/8108785261558294273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2666597392027362833&amp;postID=8108785261558294273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2666597392027362833/posts/default/8108785261558294273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2666597392027362833/posts/default/8108785261558294273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classic-reminisce.blogspot.com/2011/07/best-date-is-with-someone-who-can-take.html' title=''/><author><name>sue fickles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00755171631443027185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/Sq78PqbFTOI/AAAAAAAAEYk/iHIqpG__dHY/S220/P1010165.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2666597392027362833.post-6959637802950580719</id><published>2011-07-05T19:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T19:37:48.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hah stupid of me to believe every single thing was going on smoothly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to square 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just stupid. Plain stupid. Period.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2666597392027362833-6959637802950580719?l=classic-reminisce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classic-reminisce.blogspot.com/feeds/6959637802950580719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2666597392027362833&amp;postID=6959637802950580719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2666597392027362833/posts/default/6959637802950580719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2666597392027362833/posts/default/6959637802950580719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classic-reminisce.blogspot.com/2011/07/hah-stupid-of-me-to-believe-every.html' title=''/><author><name>sue fickles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00755171631443027185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/Sq78PqbFTOI/AAAAAAAAEYk/iHIqpG__dHY/S220/P1010165.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2666597392027362833.post-3264404753768970160</id><published>2011-07-03T03:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T11:29:54.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bali Thai</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;Dinner at Bali Thai with D's family spell SCRUMPTIOUS(!) I skipped breakfast and lunch so that I have 'bigger' appetite for dinner, hehehe. I always feel the warmth and love from D's family. Have always treated them like my own blood.&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, Mum hugged and kissed me. I wanted to hug her back but was taken aback when she started kissing my cheeks. Can't help but.......to blush;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xoxo, sue&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iJ5mnQTwwcc/ThEtGJnWzYI/AAAAAAAAGV4/6zCr3ErOXSI/s1600/IMG_0362.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625326993245916546" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 298px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iJ5mnQTwwcc/ThEtGJnWzYI/AAAAAAAAGV4/6zCr3ErOXSI/s400/IMG_0362.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y3BrHw5fqLU/ThEtF2hnAJI/AAAAAAAAGVw/qxnLedXTD1Q/s1600/IMG_0363.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625326988121538706" style="WIDTH: 298px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y3BrHw5fqLU/ThEtF2hnAJI/AAAAAAAAGVw/qxnLedXTD1Q/s400/IMG_0363.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q3j3gyTOAAw/ThEtF-_VXcI/AAAAAAAAGVo/FVZvz4IdiPU/s1600/IMG_0364.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625326990393695682" style="WIDTH: 298px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q3j3gyTOAAw/ThEtF-_VXcI/AAAAAAAAGVo/FVZvz4IdiPU/s400/IMG_0364.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VugB3N6ma6o/ThEr3yrB_JI/AAAAAAAAGVQ/N5sk2d1cLqU/s1600/IMG_0356.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625325647057517714" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VugB3N6ma6o/ThEr3yrB_JI/AAAAAAAAGVQ/N5sk2d1cLqU/s400/IMG_0356.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VzIa3f9wQlU/ThEr3sUuIKI/AAAAAAAAGVI/mArBlFc5ufM/s1600/IMG_0358.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625325645353328802" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VzIa3f9wQlU/ThEr3sUuIKI/AAAAAAAAGVI/mArBlFc5ufM/s400/IMG_0358.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6qmXQ83DTGU/ThEr3TpAEtI/AAAAAAAAGVA/FW12JIwl0Ts/s1600/IMG_0357.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625325638727504594" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6qmXQ83DTGU/ThEr3TpAEtI/AAAAAAAAGVA/FW12JIwl0Ts/s400/IMG_0357.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2666597392027362833-3264404753768970160?l=classic-reminisce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classic-reminisce.blogspot.com/feeds/3264404753768970160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2666597392027362833&amp;postID=3264404753768970160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2666597392027362833/posts/default/3264404753768970160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2666597392027362833/posts/default/3264404753768970160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classic-reminisce.blogspot.com/2011/07/bali-thai.html' title='Bali Thai'/><author><name>sue fickles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00755171631443027185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/Sq78PqbFTOI/AAAAAAAAEYk/iHIqpG__dHY/S220/P1010165.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iJ5mnQTwwcc/ThEtGJnWzYI/AAAAAAAAGV4/6zCr3ErOXSI/s72-c/IMG_0362.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2666597392027362833.post-5828168083254395014</id><published>2011-07-02T01:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T11:28:09.208+08:00</updated><title type='text'>25thmonthsary(!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625298951330215938" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YZPskP_qJK4/ThETl5VqOAI/AAAAAAAAGUw/SNwO2QladMI/s400/IMG_0336.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9aytA8ZBQR8/ThETl7QXh5I/AAAAAAAAGU4/5LderaU_JKk/s1600/IMG_0338.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625298951844890514" style="WIDTH: 216px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9aytA8ZBQR8/ThETl7QXh5I/AAAAAAAAGU4/5LderaU_JKk/s400/IMG_0338.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d3aHHSinKfU/ThCJTBLz2tI/AAAAAAAAGUg/UZxADRmoFhk/s1600/IMG_0339.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625146894414240466" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 216px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d3aHHSinKfU/ThCJTBLz2tI/AAAAAAAAGUg/UZxADRmoFhk/s400/IMG_0339.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nVvxB20wl_w/ThCIVvRoMXI/AAAAAAAAGUY/hYJAdGAgbys/s1600/IMG_0340.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625145841634783602" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 216px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nVvxB20wl_w/ThCIVvRoMXI/AAAAAAAAGUY/hYJAdGAgbys/s400/IMG_0340.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TCWPkk5S-Yc/ThCGM0rOQHI/AAAAAAAAGUI/lzt7WfYwNdI/s1600/IMG_0344.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625143489442234482" style="WIDTH: 216px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TCWPkk5S-Yc/ThCGM0rOQHI/AAAAAAAAGUI/lzt7WfYwNdI/s400/IMG_0344.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625143495871154082" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5IiN0ZBLspM/ThCGNMn_x6I/AAAAAAAAGUQ/8FpAJwCR5YM/s400/IMG_0347.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625141196339785714" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-icD24PC6Vto/ThCEHWM_r_I/AAAAAAAAGUA/jVPU6j-0X6Q/s400/IMG_0353.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625141185321854434" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AtrIdl7CW-I/ThCEGtKHZeI/AAAAAAAAGTw/TN85TygNINE/s400/IMG_0352.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-giZ4kRa5a-U/ThCDrffr71I/AAAAAAAAGTo/HD9aKF2GW9Q/s1600/IMG_0354.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625140717797764946" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-giZ4kRa5a-U/ThCDrffr71I/AAAAAAAAGTo/HD9aKF2GW9Q/s400/IMG_0354.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6rizaVDOY60/ThCDrBRooDI/AAAAAAAAGTg/ijBKR7QWXPY/s1600/IMG_0351.JPG"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6rizaVDOY60/ThCDrBRooDI/AAAAAAAAGTg/ijBKR7QWXPY/s1600/IMG_0351.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625140709685764146" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6rizaVDOY60/ThCDrBRooDI/AAAAAAAAGTg/ijBKR7QWXPY/s400/IMG_0351.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;We celebrated our 25th monthsary on Saturday. Finally I get to wear my leopard low V-back mini dress, pair it with my skin heels, pull back high ponytail with red lipstick, I'm so ready for this date.&lt;br /&gt;Couple of plans. Started off with transformers 3, fucking awesome, needless to say. Supposed to go shopping afterwards however, Saturday is a pretty bad day to shop, on top of that there are sales everywhere which explain the endless crowds.&lt;br /&gt;Dinner at Swensens. After which, we made our way down to Marina Boulevard to catch fireworks. The view was spectacular. I was leaning on D's chest and suddenly colourful sparks start to sparkle everywhere. If only I could pause time.&lt;br /&gt;To end we day, we had our ice-cream date. One of the best, I must say. I was really craving for it and the ice-cream D got for me is fucking yummy.&lt;br /&gt;I love you loverboy.&lt;br /&gt;25th monthsary and still counting&amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;Xoxo, sue &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2666597392027362833-5828168083254395014?l=classic-reminisce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classic-reminisce.blogspot.com/feeds/5828168083254395014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2666597392027362833&amp;postID=5828168083254395014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2666597392027362833/posts/default/5828168083254395014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2666597392027362833/posts/default/5828168083254395014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classic-reminisce.blogspot.com/2011/07/we-celebrated-our-25th-monthsary-on.html' title='25thmonthsary(!)'/><author><name>sue fickles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00755171631443027185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/Sq78PqbFTOI/AAAAAAAAEYk/iHIqpG__dHY/S220/P1010165.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YZPskP_qJK4/ThETl5VqOAI/AAAAAAAAGUw/SNwO2QladMI/s72-c/IMG_0336.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2666597392027362833.post-759382701579110932</id><published>2011-07-01T14:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-01T15:51:38.047+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm on the right track baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5mb-NyCZXik/Tg1yesf7zfI/AAAAAAAAGTY/MzzdePXeNYs/s1600/IMG_0276.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5mb-NyCZXik/Tg1yesf7zfI/AAAAAAAAGTY/MzzdePXeNYs/s400/IMG_0276.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624277381322362354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;#storyofmylife &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Every weekdays, it's the same old boring routine, wake up, to school, tutoring, home and the cycle goes on for the next 5 weeks. Gotta endure Endure ENDURE(!) Weekend is my only sweet escape. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't know if it's me or it's my age catching up on me but I feel like I need to have a layout of how my future gonna be. Right now, I'm on the right track. I'm praying nothing comes in between. Picking up myself back after a big fall is one of the hardest thing to do in life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I notice I'm having positive vibes towards everything this past few days and I'm proud of myself. Somehow and for once, I'm looking forward to what LIFE offers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I promise, I'll work hard to get what I want. Cheers:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Xoxo, sue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2666597392027362833-759382701579110932?l=classic-reminisce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classic-reminisce.blogspot.com/feeds/759382701579110932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2666597392027362833&amp;postID=759382701579110932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2666597392027362833/posts/default/759382701579110932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2666597392027362833/posts/default/759382701579110932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classic-reminisce.blogspot.com/2011/07/im-on-right-track-baby.html' title='I&apos;m on the right track baby'/><author><name>sue fickles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00755171631443027185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/Sq78PqbFTOI/AAAAAAAAEYk/iHIqpG__dHY/S220/P1010165.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5mb-NyCZXik/Tg1yesf7zfI/AAAAAAAAGTY/MzzdePXeNYs/s72-c/IMG_0276.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2666597392027362833.post-7017189274618218199</id><published>2011-06-30T11:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T11:52:23.985+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gummie Bear</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C3hqzcJetCQ/Tgvy6-OFvUI/AAAAAAAAGSw/rsCfj2wfroE/s1600/Photo0535.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C3hqzcJetCQ/Tgvy6-OFvUI/AAAAAAAAGSw/rsCfj2wfroE/s400/Photo0535.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623855654650625346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Can't wait to celebrate our 25th monthsary date on Saturday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love my booboo&amp;lt;3!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Xoxo, sue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2666597392027362833-7017189274618218199?l=classic-reminisce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classic-reminisce.blogspot.com/feeds/7017189274618218199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2666597392027362833&amp;postID=7017189274618218199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2666597392027362833/posts/default/7017189274618218199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2666597392027362833/posts/default/7017189274618218199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classic-reminisce.blogspot.com/2011/06/gummie-bear.html' title='Gummie Bear'/><author><name>sue fickles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00755171631443027185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/Sq78PqbFTOI/AAAAAAAAEYk/iHIqpG__dHY/S220/P1010165.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C3hqzcJetCQ/Tgvy6-OFvUI/AAAAAAAAGSw/rsCfj2wfroE/s72-c/Photo0535.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2666597392027362833.post-1435030273897700707</id><published>2011-06-28T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T10:32:26.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My classmates.....they are such sweethearts. They are the reason why I drag my lazy bum to school. I screwed up last semester so badly, this sem I'm putting 110% effort for school. I bonded quite well with the classmates which make it a lot easier for me to be in school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Someday, in the middle of class, Shai talked to me and started to compliment me. Her words simply made me feel soft in the inside. Those words felt real. It really made my day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cDqBDCCC55c/TgvSrOdu3mI/AAAAAAAAGSg/jy3LF1wf4nE/s1600/IMG_0298.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cDqBDCCC55c/TgvSrOdu3mI/AAAAAAAAGSg/jy3LF1wf4nE/s400/IMG_0298.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623820199761206882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b3fW6p76Apg/TgvSqiYP9MI/AAAAAAAAGSY/jhwiKwFXCPs/s1600/IMG_0300.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b3fW6p76Apg/TgvSqiYP9MI/AAAAAAAAGSY/jhwiKwFXCPs/s400/IMG_0300.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623820187927049410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VlzR3L-wejA/TgvSqZbeorI/AAAAAAAAGSQ/VEnM839Kihc/s1600/IMG_0303.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VlzR3L-wejA/TgvSqZbeorI/AAAAAAAAGSQ/VEnM839Kihc/s400/IMG_0303.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623820185524675250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nQvMkMhjZws/TgvSqE2K5xI/AAAAAAAAGSI/durYp7kjdSM/s1600/IMG_0299.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nQvMkMhjZws/TgvSqE2K5xI/AAAAAAAAGSI/durYp7kjdSM/s400/IMG_0299.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623820179999483666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Xoxo, sue &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2666597392027362833-1435030273897700707?l=classic-reminisce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classic-reminisce.blogspot.com/feeds/1435030273897700707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2666597392027362833&amp;postID=1435030273897700707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2666597392027362833/posts/default/1435030273897700707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2666597392027362833/posts/default/1435030273897700707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classic-reminisce.blogspot.com/2011/06/my-classmates.html' title=''/><author><name>sue fickles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00755171631443027185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/Sq78PqbFTOI/AAAAAAAAEYk/iHIqpG__dHY/S220/P1010165.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cDqBDCCC55c/TgvSrOdu3mI/AAAAAAAAGSg/jy3LF1wf4nE/s72-c/IMG_0298.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2666597392027362833.post-1859558944185152359</id><published>2011-06-28T14:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T15:39:33.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mrs Danial?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KsQI9Trqvr8/Tgl66dggzUI/AAAAAAAAGQ4/Ojl-MIr4NLg/s1600/1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623160754520771906" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 203px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KsQI9Trqvr8/Tgl66dggzUI/AAAAAAAAGQ4/Ojl-MIr4NLg/s400/1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I can't wait to get my diploma. I can't wait to strat working. I can't wait to earn thousand buckaroos. I can't wait to plan my fabulous wedding. I can't wait to have my own house with my future husband. . I can't wait to do all the silly things with him. I can't wait for him to cook for me and serve me the food while I'm in bed. I can't wait to wake up every single morning with morning kisses from him. I can't wait for us to spent the whole day together, in the same couch, lying down on his lap, his finger stroking my hair, watching movie together and falling asleep till the very next day. I can't wait to wrestle with him in bed. I can't wait to travel all around the country with my future husband and make love. I'm so looking forward to LIFE. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Xoxo, sue &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2666597392027362833-1859558944185152359?l=classic-reminisce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classic-reminisce.blogspot.com/feeds/1859558944185152359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2666597392027362833&amp;postID=1859558944185152359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2666597392027362833/posts/default/1859558944185152359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2666597392027362833/posts/default/1859558944185152359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classic-reminisce.blogspot.com/2011/06/mrs-danial.html' title='Mrs Danial?'/><author><name>sue fickles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00755171631443027185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/Sq78PqbFTOI/AAAAAAAAEYk/iHIqpG__dHY/S220/P1010165.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KsQI9Trqvr8/Tgl66dggzUI/AAAAAAAAGQ4/Ojl-MIr4NLg/s72-c/1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2666597392027362833.post-390814319266901842</id><published>2011-06-27T12:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T14:50:02.291+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Still in love with you</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w4U1N5xjgYE/Tglb5PqqMTI/AAAAAAAAGQY/tsOQJURjm9Q/s1600/DSC09336.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623126648764903730" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w4U1N5xjgYE/Tglb5PqqMTI/AAAAAAAAGQY/tsOQJURjm9Q/s400/DSC09336.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-64jab6WJAkg/Tglb48uPRZI/AAAAAAAAGQQ/1nrYk15R3fI/s1600/DSC09336.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623126643679643026" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-64jab6WJAkg/Tglb48uPRZI/AAAAAAAAGQQ/1nrYk15R3fI/s400/DSC09336.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm still in love with the same guy 2 years ago, no doubt. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I will still continue to love this man whole-heartedly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To infinity and beyond.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Xoxo, sue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2666597392027362833-390814319266901842?l=classic-reminisce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classic-reminisce.blogspot.com/feeds/390814319266901842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2666597392027362833&amp;postID=390814319266901842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2666597392027362833/posts/default/390814319266901842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2666597392027362833/posts/default/390814319266901842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classic-reminisce.blogspot.com/2011/06/still-in-love-with-you.html' title='Still in love with you'/><author><name>sue fickles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00755171631443027185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/Sq78PqbFTOI/AAAAAAAAEYk/iHIqpG__dHY/S220/P1010165.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w4U1N5xjgYE/Tglb5PqqMTI/AAAAAAAAGQY/tsOQJURjm9Q/s72-c/DSC09336.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2666597392027362833.post-6620732543527426729</id><published>2011-06-25T01:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T11:59:52.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Surface It</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9XAa_IL0eyY/TglPX_xCttI/AAAAAAAAGP4/Gq63pVqlzjY/s1600/tumblr_ln7coeinlX1qz4d4bo1_250.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 205px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9XAa_IL0eyY/TglPX_xCttI/AAAAAAAAGP4/Gq63pVqlzjY/s400/tumblr_ln7coeinlX1qz4d4bo1_250.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623112883421492946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;At times, life put me in a spot where my mind and heart don't synchronize together. And then I have to decide, to go with the flowing thoughts in my mind or the fragile heart of mine. Often I caught myself in a dilemma. Like I'm afraid, too afraid to even make decision for myself. I can't even differentiate which is which. I can't seem to remember how happiness taste like.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All I need is an escape button. Escape from all the problems, escape from life and even escape from myself. I took one step back, to get a clearer view of the big picture. Why do I allow people to get in my way? Why sacrifice for them but not for myself? I SHOULD be happy. I DESERVE to be happy. No one should ever stop me from being happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I realized. My happiness is you. Why in the world did I let my happiness go to someone else?! So many people out there willing to share their happiness with me but I realized, the happiness is not the same like yours. Yours, is one of a kind. I want to go slow but steady with you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Xoxo,sue &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2666597392027362833-6620732543527426729?l=classic-reminisce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classic-reminisce.blogspot.com/feeds/6620732543527426729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2666597392027362833&amp;postID=6620732543527426729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2666597392027362833/posts/default/6620732543527426729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2666597392027362833/posts/default/6620732543527426729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classic-reminisce.blogspot.com/2011/06/surface-it.html' title='Surface It'/><author><name>sue fickles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00755171631443027185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/Sq78PqbFTOI/AAAAAAAAEYk/iHIqpG__dHY/S220/P1010165.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9XAa_IL0eyY/TglPX_xCttI/AAAAAAAAGP4/Gq63pVqlzjY/s72-c/tumblr_ln7coeinlX1qz4d4bo1_250.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2666597392027362833.post-602195889590612466</id><published>2011-06-22T08:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T11:57:36.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>:'(&lt;br /&gt;:'( :'(&lt;br /&gt;:'( :'( :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so painful....&lt;br /&gt;I wish I can just hug someone and cry everything out till I feel much much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to escape from myself :'(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2666597392027362833-602195889590612466?l=classic-reminisce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classic-reminisce.blogspot.com/feeds/602195889590612466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2666597392027362833&amp;postID=602195889590612466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2666597392027362833/posts/default/602195889590612466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2666597392027362833/posts/default/602195889590612466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classic-reminisce.blogspot.com/2011/06/its-so-painful.html' title=''/><author><name>sue fickles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00755171631443027185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/Sq78PqbFTOI/AAAAAAAAEYk/iHIqpG__dHY/S220/P1010165.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2666597392027362833.post-3874471118480177628</id><published>2011-06-19T21:36:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T22:19:47.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you still wanna marry me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619931986812133522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--0OcDL9M2JM/Tf4CXcfK4JI/AAAAAAAAGOI/OqL2c_sMpJo/s400/IMG_01641.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She couldn’t seem to let go.&lt;br /&gt;She couldn’t let go because she didn’t want to let go and she didn’t want to let go because he was all she had, but she didn’t really have him,&lt;br /&gt;so she felt lost and confused.&lt;br /&gt;- P/S I love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At some point of time,&lt;br /&gt;the journey get harder and tougher.&lt;br /&gt;Constantly battling with the remaining faith left.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Each time I'm on the verge of breaking down,&lt;br /&gt;I see you there......&lt;br /&gt;Picking me up, holding me closely &amp;amp; ensuring me everything is gonna be alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all have that one guy that we want to get marry with. For my case, it is still the same guy I made the vow with 2 years back. Insya'Allah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank God for showing me&lt;br /&gt;how much I mean to you.&lt;br /&gt;That's all that matter to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xoxo sue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2666597392027362833-3874471118480177628?l=classic-reminisce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classic-reminisce.blogspot.com/feeds/3874471118480177628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2666597392027362833&amp;postID=3874471118480177628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2666597392027362833/posts/default/3874471118480177628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2666597392027362833/posts/default/3874471118480177628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classic-reminisce.blogspot.com/2011/06/do-you-still-wanna-marry-me.html' title='Do you still wanna marry me?'/><author><name>sue fickles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00755171631443027185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/Sq78PqbFTOI/AAAAAAAAEYk/iHIqpG__dHY/S220/P1010165.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--0OcDL9M2JM/Tf4CXcfK4JI/AAAAAAAAGOI/OqL2c_sMpJo/s72-c/IMG_01641.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2666597392027362833.post-2867938055057119157</id><published>2011-06-17T15:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-17T15:26:52.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This thing call LIFE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;When you work hard to get what you want, no doubt there will always be an obstacle for you to cross. The only choice you have, to give up or face and overcome it. When you are somewhere up there, there will be someone who will pay to watch you fall. When you work hard in class to get good grades, but you don’t feel a sense of belonging, you start to stop attending lessons. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you trust someone so much, you end up getting lies from them. When you give in to things, they will take advantage of you. When you are madly in love with someone, that same person will break your heart. When you are faithful to someone, they start playing tricks on you. When you expect something, it will disappoint you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you start amending all your sin-doing, temptation comes in. When you start having a decent life back, shits can’t stop coming into your life. When you pick up all courage to start all anew, it goes all to waste. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of this can be sum into one word. LIFE. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what you gonna do about it? Sit there and let this thing call LIFE fuck you upside down or fuck LIFE instead? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Xoxo sue &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2666597392027362833-2867938055057119157?l=classic-reminisce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classic-reminisce.blogspot.com/feeds/2867938055057119157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2666597392027362833&amp;postID=2867938055057119157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2666597392027362833/posts/default/2867938055057119157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2666597392027362833/posts/default/2867938055057119157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classic-reminisce.blogspot.com/2011/06/this-thing-call-life.html' title='This thing call LIFE'/><author><name>sue fickles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00755171631443027185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/Sq78PqbFTOI/AAAAAAAAEYk/iHIqpG__dHY/S220/P1010165.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2666597392027362833.post-4035266360805425893</id><published>2011-06-14T22:26:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T23:50:30.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessing in disguise</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;She sat there.......at the corner of the room, letting her warm tears run down her cheeks. The text that she saw, inflicted instant heartaches. She moaned with pain and fear. This time, she looked extremely exhausted. She was on the verge of losing her faith in the person whom she love deeply and sincerely. Even before the battle start, she show signs of raising the white flag. Her mind was prettyugly messy but she let it take control. This wasn't her at all....... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She saw two arms coming, ready to wrap around her lifeless body. For once, she wasn't looking forward to that tight hug. A familiar voice pierce through the silent room. A voice that speaks console and comforting words unfortunately.......it wasn't enough to heal the pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Picking up all her courage that was left, she packed her bag and was ready to leave despite with a heavy heart. She spoke before taking her leave. Her words were straight from her heart. The steps she took to the door seems very quick. She was about to leave when she heard heavy sniffs. As much as her mind was shouting at her to leave, she...just...can't...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She was almost speechless, when she witness with her own pair of swollen eyes, he whom she love dearly, secretly cries for her leaving. &lt;em&gt;When a girl cry for a guy, it means she misses him but when a guy cry for a girl, she must really mean something to him.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She couldn't bring herself to leave him be it physically or mentally. His fingers wipped away her running tears. This time, she let him hug her just the way she wanted him to. She was suprised and overwhelmed to know how much she meant to him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;'I love you' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;'I will always love you, one and only'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;'I hope you know that'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.......(with a kiss on the forehead)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I pray the best for her and her love. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Xoxo, sue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2666597392027362833-4035266360805425893?l=classic-reminisce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classic-reminisce.blogspot.com/feeds/4035266360805425893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2666597392027362833&amp;postID=4035266360805425893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2666597392027362833/posts/default/4035266360805425893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2666597392027362833/posts/default/4035266360805425893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classic-reminisce.blogspot.com/2011/06/blessing-in-disguise.html' title='Blessing in disguise'/><author><name>sue fickles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00755171631443027185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/Sq78PqbFTOI/AAAAAAAAEYk/iHIqpG__dHY/S220/P1010165.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2666597392027362833.post-7673441540179934116</id><published>2011-03-13T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T21:50:35.901+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r8mDvvLpzE0/TXzLe2FKDwI/AAAAAAAAGNk/3ILuq-aJCFs/s1600/love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r8mDvvLpzE0/TXzLe2FKDwI/AAAAAAAAGNk/3ILuq-aJCFs/s400/love.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583561368806231810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Baby you're the best I ever had.&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/2666597392027362833-7673441540179934116?l=classic-reminisce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classic-reminisce.blogspot.com/feeds/7673441540179934116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2666597392027362833&amp;postID=7673441540179934116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2666597392027362833/posts/default/7673441540179934116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2666597392027362833/posts/default/7673441540179934116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classic-reminisce.blogspot.com/2011/03/baby-youre-best-i-ever-had.html' title=''/><author><name>sue fickles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00755171631443027185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/Sq78PqbFTOI/AAAAAAAAEYk/iHIqpG__dHY/S220/P1010165.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r8mDvvLpzE0/TXzLe2FKDwI/AAAAAAAAGNk/3ILuq-aJCFs/s72-c/love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2666597392027362833.post-4660984268993224068</id><published>2011-01-09T22:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T23:02:40.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tell me I’m not making a mistake. Tell me that you’re worth the wait, that you’re always going to be here. Make me believe that I’m making the right decision by still holding on. Show me that you’re going to be around to catch me when I fall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2666597392027362833-4660984268993224068?l=classic-reminisce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classic-reminisce.blogspot.com/feeds/4660984268993224068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2666597392027362833&amp;postID=4660984268993224068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2666597392027362833/posts/default/4660984268993224068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2666597392027362833/posts/default/4660984268993224068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classic-reminisce.blogspot.com/2011/01/tell-me-im-not-making-mistake.html' title=''/><author><name>sue fickles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00755171631443027185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/Sq78PqbFTOI/AAAAAAAAEYk/iHIqpG__dHY/S220/P1010165.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2666597392027362833.post-5260451677422522799</id><published>2010-12-17T22:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T22:28:49.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Actually I'm craving for Pastamania.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TQtuojgEp3I/AAAAAAAAGM8/d82Zt8FFQe0/s1600/1.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 453px; height: 339px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TQtuojgEp3I/AAAAAAAAGM8/d82Zt8FFQe0/s400/1.2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551652608667854706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.........I sorta miss my straight hair but loverboy......hate it if I were to rebond back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December makes my life feel so miserable, at least that's what I thought. With so many events line up from Zoukout, Xmas &amp;amp; Countdown, who would want to skip December straight. Well, I would. December comes with negative emotions. Too many times I tripped on small little things and ended up getting into huge ugly mess. Feel like I'm getting weaker for no reason why and that is totally not cool at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's out....but I regret for what I have done. I know I made a lot of mistakes in life but I'm certain that this is one of the biggest mistakes. There's no point regreting and dwelling over it cos' it can't be undone but I really hope I can make it through even if the glimpse hope is kinda tiny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from that, I'm broke on cold rainy December. Certainly, I hope to fast forward to next month where I see a lot of kachings. I miss partying, I miss shopping, I miss sleepovers, I missing driving, I miss good food, I miss spending my money like water, I miss doing sins, sweet sweet sins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get me out of December. Bring love on January to me.&lt;br /&gt;p/s: I miss my loverboy.&lt;br /&gt;Xoxo sue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/95157/Pictures/Suefickles/page%20%282%29.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2666597392027362833-5260451677422522799?l=classic-reminisce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classic-reminisce.blogspot.com/feeds/5260451677422522799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2666597392027362833&amp;postID=5260451677422522799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2666597392027362833/posts/default/5260451677422522799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2666597392027362833/posts/default/5260451677422522799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classic-reminisce.blogspot.com/2010/12/actually-im-craving-for-pastamania.html' title='Actually I&apos;m craving for Pastamania.'/><author><name>sue fickles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00755171631443027185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/Sq78PqbFTOI/AAAAAAAAEYk/iHIqpG__dHY/S220/P1010165.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TQtuojgEp3I/AAAAAAAAGM8/d82Zt8FFQe0/s72-c/1.2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2666597392027362833.post-3847847086189900481</id><published>2010-12-13T21:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T21:29:29.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuck the fucking rest.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TQYfgM13cnI/AAAAAAAAGM0/WLlhxIAV9Rs/s1600/ftr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 521px; height: 347px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TQYfgM13cnI/AAAAAAAAGM0/WLlhxIAV9Rs/s400/ftr.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550158228844147314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm suffering my worst month of 2010. What a month to end my year with.&lt;br /&gt;It is definitely sad to see how life disgust me, as for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not as motivated as I was in other semesters. I'm screwing up my attendance badly and I'm trying my hardest to get back up and do well every single day.It's taking a toll on me. It sucks big time when attendance plays a major fucking role in the school system. Well, loverboy had to re-take his moludes again which mean he can forget about coming to school this semester. There you go, I just lost my source of motivation. How the fuck to survive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing that is bothering the hell out of me is that.........I feel hopeless. The big major fat problem with me is that I keep giving in to people,unnecessaryly. I'm so frustrated with myself most of the times!!!!! I'm like a bloody fool bcos' I'm not even happy, why the fuck should I put an effort to make someone else happy? What is fucking wrong with me? Everytime, every single fucking time, again and again, things just have to fail on me! Why? It's fucking unfair. I'm trying my fucking best to fucking be patience and understand but why can't people fucking understand me back????? I act like it's not a big deal but it's fucking breaking my heart. I'm always the dumb one, getting lied, getting broken promises, getting shits, getting to understand everyone, getting rejection, getting the last place, getting to wait, getting to face disappointment, getting heartaches, getting sleepless night, getting so motherfucking tired of things that is failing on me one by fucking one!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tired of crying &amp;amp; it's not fucking fun. Tomorrow when I wake up, I want all of this bullshits out of my head. I apologize for being too crude in this post but I just have to rant it somewhere.&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/2666597392027362833-3847847086189900481?l=classic-reminisce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classic-reminisce.blogspot.com/feeds/3847847086189900481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2666597392027362833&amp;postID=3847847086189900481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2666597392027362833/posts/default/3847847086189900481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2666597392027362833/posts/default/3847847086189900481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classic-reminisce.blogspot.com/2010/12/fuck-fucking-rest.html' title='Fuck the fucking rest.'/><author><name>sue fickles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00755171631443027185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/Sq78PqbFTOI/AAAAAAAAEYk/iHIqpG__dHY/S220/P1010165.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TQYfgM13cnI/AAAAAAAAGM0/WLlhxIAV9Rs/s72-c/ftr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2666597392027362833.post-1449963757962942306</id><published>2010-12-09T20:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T21:09:02.759+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Soccer misses</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hey pretty strangers(!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I kinda abandon this space for quite some time but I think I kinda lost motivation and lack of time to constantly update every single thing that is happening in my life. I thought of moving to Tumblr but..........I'm still considering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why but I really miss miss miss watching loverboy play soccer! I remember how I used to hate soccer so much cos' it bore the hell out of me but....everything started to change when I tag him for his soccer training for the v first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss how we always need to rush to eat our dinner before his training start. Not forgetting how I always whine to him to get my all time favourite big bag of chips and his redbull before we get to the field. I'm always known as 'Aizad's girl' and I love to hear that from almost all his team players. He always channel his anger when playing soccer which explains why he is so aggressive which sometimes scares me cos' I don't like to see him getting into fights. But my fav thing is when he does trick to fool others. He is so good at doing that I'm so proud of him. And oh, he plays dirty yet for all the times when I come to support him, I never see any yellow/red card given to him. He so sneaky but I like!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so proud when my man is in his uniform conquering the field cos' I know he do that best. Each time he scores, my heart skipped a beat cos' I know it's for me. Hehehe. But now, I get to see him play no more. Boohoo. I miss it so much. Actually I miss quite a lot of things but this is the 'strongest' miss so far......&lt;br /&gt;Xoxo sue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TQDTOXG7uxI/AAAAAAAAGMs/O7tKe01mhtU/s1600/Capture.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 461px; height: 307px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TQDTOXG7uxI/AAAAAAAAGMs/O7tKe01mhtU/s400/Capture.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548666984595176210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2666597392027362833-1449963757962942306?l=classic-reminisce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classic-reminisce.blogspot.com/feeds/1449963757962942306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2666597392027362833&amp;postID=1449963757962942306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2666597392027362833/posts/default/1449963757962942306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2666597392027362833/posts/default/1449963757962942306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classic-reminisce.blogspot.com/2010/12/soccer-misses.html' title='Soccer misses'/><author><name>sue fickles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00755171631443027185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/Sq78PqbFTOI/AAAAAAAAEYk/iHIqpG__dHY/S220/P1010165.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TQDTOXG7uxI/AAAAAAAAGMs/O7tKe01mhtU/s72-c/Capture.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2666597392027362833.post-5495798338732997908</id><published>2010-12-01T08:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T08:11:38.151+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TPWSmA-GIdI/AAAAAAAAGMk/-s8ItKfHOYs/s1600/Photo0430.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 450px; height: 337px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TPWSmA-GIdI/AAAAAAAAGMk/-s8ItKfHOYs/s400/Photo0430.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545499697969766866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you&lt;3(!!!)&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/2666597392027362833-5495798338732997908?l=classic-reminisce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classic-reminisce.blogspot.com/feeds/5495798338732997908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2666597392027362833&amp;postID=5495798338732997908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2666597392027362833/posts/default/5495798338732997908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2666597392027362833/posts/default/5495798338732997908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classic-reminisce.blogspot.com/2010/12/httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>sue fickles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00755171631443027185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/Sq78PqbFTOI/AAAAAAAAEYk/iHIqpG__dHY/S220/P1010165.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TPWSmA-GIdI/AAAAAAAAGMk/-s8ItKfHOYs/s72-c/Photo0430.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2666597392027362833.post-2653792553320035044</id><published>2010-11-19T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T00:36:55.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TOf47grOBvI/AAAAAAAAGMU/wEEnWAxhIX4/s1600/Zv2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TOf47grOBvI/AAAAAAAAGMU/wEEnWAxhIX4/s400/Zv2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541671567769863922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TOfmus9kPVI/AAAAAAAAGME/C-jUIhpgNQE/s1600/Zv.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 294px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TOfmus9kPVI/AAAAAAAAGME/C-jUIhpgNQE/s400/Zv.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541651556520443218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TOfmueQ9IKI/AAAAAAAAGL8/jqQd_l5iB8g/s1600/Zanessa.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 293px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TOfmueQ9IKI/AAAAAAAAGL8/jqQd_l5iB8g/s400/Zanessa.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541651552575234210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want very much to be as sweet, faithful, adorable &amp;amp; perfect like them but in Sue&amp;amp;Dan version♥&lt;br /&gt;Xoxo sue&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/2666597392027362833-2653792553320035044?l=classic-reminisce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classic-reminisce.blogspot.com/feeds/2653792553320035044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2666597392027362833&amp;postID=2653792553320035044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2666597392027362833/posts/default/2653792553320035044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2666597392027362833/posts/default/2653792553320035044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classic-reminisce.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-want-to-be-very-much-as-sweet.html' title=''/><author><name>sue fickles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00755171631443027185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/Sq78PqbFTOI/AAAAAAAAEYk/iHIqpG__dHY/S220/P1010165.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TOf47grOBvI/AAAAAAAAGMU/wEEnWAxhIX4/s72-c/Zv2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2666597392027362833.post-5506893504918878774</id><published>2010-11-18T13:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T00:35:28.794+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Your voice is my favourite</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Loverboy been v busy with work. As much as I hate it, I can't complain much cos he's been supporting me financially lately. Not that I'm not working any more but my job as a tutor is put on hold cos the kids are having their holidays. Enjoying every second of it but it gets a little too much when I have got lots of free time in my hand. Been saving my allowance to pay off my tp's debts. Hate to be in debt(!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So one of the days, I get to spent some time with loverboy. Or should I say he managed to squeezed in some time for me. We had breakfast together, like always than to Bugis and over to T's studio. The plan was to sent me back home first but he was late so I have to tag along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always wanted to see for myself how loverboy conduct his paintball work. Hating how fierce Wan is with the kids but I find it adorable when Wan kick the kids out from the game &amp;amp; loverboy will help them sneak back in. Guys who are good with kids are definitely adorable(!)&lt;br /&gt;Xoxo sue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TOfjMmCd3uI/AAAAAAAAGLo/qHphO0Bizk8/s1600/IMG00495-20101118-1820.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TOfjMmCd3uI/AAAAAAAAGLo/qHphO0Bizk8/s400/IMG00495-20101118-1820.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541647672011513570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TOfjLaxfoyI/AAAAAAAAGLY/fm3UMbagM1E/s1600/IMG00479-20101118-1117.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TOfjLaxfoyI/AAAAAAAAGLY/fm3UMbagM1E/s400/IMG00479-20101118-1117.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541647651807666978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TOfjMX9aWXI/AAAAAAAAGLg/HCVJUyVgYhY/s1600/IMG00478-20101118-1116.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TOfjMX9aWXI/AAAAAAAAGLg/HCVJUyVgYhY/s400/IMG00478-20101118-1116.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541647668232214898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TOfjLHojBoI/AAAAAAAAGLQ/duyNIoOHiNw/s1600/IMG00497-20101118-1822.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TOfjLHojBoI/AAAAAAAAGLQ/duyNIoOHiNw/s400/IMG00497-20101118-1822.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541647646669866626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TOfkHpWb22I/AAAAAAAAGLw/1Y59jH53MSE/s1600/IMG00484-20101118-1152.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 276px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TOfkHpWb22I/AAAAAAAAGLw/1Y59jH53MSE/s400/IMG00484-20101118-1152.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541648686512855906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TOfwBccSOBI/AAAAAAAAGMM/vRZcjt8ELJk/s1600/IMG00488-20101118-1332.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TOfwBccSOBI/AAAAAAAAGMM/vRZcjt8ELJk/s400/IMG00488-20101118-1332.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541661774108047378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/2666597392027362833-5506893504918878774?l=classic-reminisce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classic-reminisce.blogspot.com/feeds/5506893504918878774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2666597392027362833&amp;postID=5506893504918878774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2666597392027362833/posts/default/5506893504918878774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2666597392027362833/posts/default/5506893504918878774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classic-reminisce.blogspot.com/2010/11/your-voice-is-my-favourite.html' title='Your voice is my favourite'/><author><name>sue fickles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00755171631443027185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/Sq78PqbFTOI/AAAAAAAAEYk/iHIqpG__dHY/S220/P1010165.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TOfjMmCd3uI/AAAAAAAAGLo/qHphO0Bizk8/s72-c/IMG00495-20101118-1820.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2666597392027362833.post-741689097115062133</id><published>2010-11-12T23:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T22:28:30.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Loving you isn't an option</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We had a good good weekend together. So good I wish I could press pause or at least have it a little longer. I know and believe things happen for good reason. Whatever that we went through, I shall keep it close to my heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a girl, I know sometimes I tend to expect so much from you, not bcos' I'm a spoil brat(okay maybe, sometimes) but I know you are capable of a lot more. And as far as I'm concern, I think you kinda bad in expressing yourself (haha bcos' guys don't have many emotions like us girls), but deep down I know you love and care cos I can feel it.&lt;br /&gt;We have a long way in life.....&amp;amp; i'm just looking forward to share it with you.&lt;br /&gt;Xoxo sue ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TN_ekBpm6SI/AAAAAAAAGKw/Lq8lm0XFgUE/s1600/IMG00453-20101112-1619.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TN_ekBpm6SI/AAAAAAAAGKw/Lq8lm0XFgUE/s400/IMG00453-20101112-1619.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539390777188608290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TN_jy6pOvvI/AAAAAAAAGK4/97czkMzJSSY/s1600/IMG00452-20101112-1618.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; 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width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TN_adW4z5OI/AAAAAAAAGKA/4dClCR9QBK8/s400/IMG00445-20101112-1616.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539386264583922914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2666597392027362833-741689097115062133?l=classic-reminisce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classic-reminisce.blogspot.com/feeds/741689097115062133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2666597392027362833&amp;postID=741689097115062133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2666597392027362833/posts/default/741689097115062133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2666597392027362833/posts/default/741689097115062133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classic-reminisce.blogspot.com/2010/11/loving-you-isnt-option.html' title='Loving you isn&apos;t an option'/><author><name>sue fickles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00755171631443027185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/Sq78PqbFTOI/AAAAAAAAEYk/iHIqpG__dHY/S220/P1010165.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TN_ekBpm6SI/AAAAAAAAGKw/Lq8lm0XFgUE/s72-c/IMG00453-20101112-1619.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2666597392027362833.post-3066470193950542036</id><published>2010-11-10T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T21:23:51.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A wise person once told me ......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that if a guy wants to be with a girl he will make it happen,&lt;br /&gt;no matter what.&lt;br /&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/2666597392027362833-3066470193950542036?l=classic-reminisce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classic-reminisce.blogspot.com/feeds/3066470193950542036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2666597392027362833&amp;postID=3066470193950542036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2666597392027362833/posts/default/3066470193950542036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2666597392027362833/posts/default/3066470193950542036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classic-reminisce.blogspot.com/2010/11/wise-person-once-told-me.html' title=''/><author><name>sue fickles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00755171631443027185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/Sq78PqbFTOI/AAAAAAAAEYk/iHIqpG__dHY/S220/P1010165.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2666597392027362833.post-2489646231438782633</id><published>2010-11-06T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T21:20:41.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>B Market</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;@ B Market, Clarke Quay. Initial plan was to head down to Timbre but it was on a Saturday night. Expect nothing but a huge crowd of party people. We had a nice hang out session and we gonna have more of this:)&lt;br /&gt;Xoxo sue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TNlQ8SNx9wI/AAAAAAAAGJw/iPcK7EXX5CU/s1600/IMG00442-20101106-2306.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TNlQ8SNx9wI/AAAAAAAAGJw/iPcK7EXX5CU/s400/IMG00442-20101106-2306.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537546213440747266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TNlRHYCfNnI/AAAAAAAAGJ4/R8VLX1Gz_A8/s1600/IMG00443-20101106-2306.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TNlRHYCfNnI/AAAAAAAAGJ4/R8VLX1Gz_A8/s400/IMG00443-20101106-2306.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537546403982554738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TNlQ8WOO4NI/AAAAAAAAGJo/fXQ6wYto-PY/s1600/IMG00437-20101106-2303.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; 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width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TNlNYixv4OI/AAAAAAAAGII/qL4Re6l9HjA/s400/IMG00427-20101106-2133.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537542300876398818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TNlNY4cfbcI/AAAAAAAAGIQ/1QUoTtrZOs0/s1600/IMG00424-20101106-2110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TNlNY4cfbcI/AAAAAAAAGIQ/1QUoTtrZOs0/s400/IMG00424-20101106-2110.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537542306692820418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2666597392027362833-2489646231438782633?l=classic-reminisce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classic-reminisce.blogspot.com/feeds/2489646231438782633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2666597392027362833&amp;postID=2489646231438782633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2666597392027362833/posts/default/2489646231438782633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2666597392027362833/posts/default/2489646231438782633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classic-reminisce.blogspot.com/2010/11/b-market.html' title='B Market'/><author><name>sue fickles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00755171631443027185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/Sq78PqbFTOI/AAAAAAAAEYk/iHIqpG__dHY/S220/P1010165.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TNlQ8SNx9wI/AAAAAAAAGJw/iPcK7EXX5CU/s72-c/IMG00442-20101106-2306.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2666597392027362833.post-1727293299212872406</id><published>2010-11-05T23:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T22:06:29.858+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Public Transport</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;[ i shall upload few photos tomorrow ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was so looking forward to Friday cos' I had a date with loverboy. I hate how work &amp;amp; school's project is drowning my loverboy. I hardly have quality time spent with him these days and I'm not happy about it. But(!) loverboy managed to squeeze a day in between to celebrate our birthday. Yezzzz we are 17months now! I wanted to bike ride with him to townzxz but it was raining so we had to train there. Actually I kinda like it cos' it sorta remind me of how we used to train to and fro w/out complaining, how we listen to each other playlist and give critics, laughing at weird strangers, missing our stops &amp;amp; sleeping on each other's shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways back to the topic. We went to Ion to search for a new sandal thong or whatever that is nice on my feet but to no avail. I went round and round but am so dissappointed. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next plan was to dinner @ East Coast with all my favourite sting rays, satay, sambal kangkong, cockles etc but it was raining. Boohoo. So we decided to catch Due Date. I feel like the show is taking forever to end. But it was funny so I like it. Loverboy got me a wallet which is super cute I like it so much. Happy girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The epic moment was when I got no small notes or coins for my bus fare so we had to alight the next stop and loverboy had to walk me home. Walking under the drizzling rain, holding hand, talking to each other happily, the best thing I could ever ask for!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you Danial'Aizat.&lt;br /&gt;Xoxo sue.&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/2666597392027362833-1727293299212872406?l=classic-reminisce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classic-reminisce.blogspot.com/feeds/1727293299212872406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2666597392027362833&amp;postID=1727293299212872406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2666597392027362833/posts/default/1727293299212872406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2666597392027362833/posts/default/1727293299212872406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classic-reminisce.blogspot.com/2010/11/public-transport.html' title='Public Transport'/><author><name>sue fickles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00755171631443027185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/Sq78PqbFTOI/AAAAAAAAEYk/iHIqpG__dHY/S220/P1010165.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2666597392027362833.post-7037426077099321486</id><published>2010-11-04T20:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T21:38:39.552+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I got to learn to let go of the hatred.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dear Brother........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I'm typing this......I feel like it's been ages since I last type/write 'Dear Brother' to you. I've received all your letters but there is something in me that is stopping me to reply any. Maybe I still hold grudges towards you. Maybe I'm still too upset over everything. Or maybe I just refused to surface the fact that you've been leaving me too many times. You may think I'm used to your absence but the truth is sometimes I wish you were here to watch me grow. I envy those with brother(s) &amp;amp; I just don't get it whenever they say they wish they didn't have one cos' as far as I'm concern, I feel like your presence is needed. I've been dreaming of you but I just keep it to myself cos' I don't wish to wake up, recalling all my dreams &amp;amp; end up feeling very low. I've got a lot to tell you. About my life, my fears, my sorrows and also about mum. You &amp;amp; I know how mum work &amp;amp; I guess you're the perfect one to whine about all my friction with her. You know, even as I'm typing this, my eyes are welling up &amp;amp; I think I can burst into tears any split second. I feel like you are here next to me. I want to write to you I want to tell you how much I miss you how much I need you but I'm just.....not ready yet. Hence, I need a place to let everything out. Not my diary cos' I don't want mum to read it by any chance. No one can understand this feeling. Not even myself. You're so near yet so far.&lt;br /&gt;I hope one day, I'll get to forgive you with an open heart.&lt;br /&gt;Xoxo sue.&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/2666597392027362833-7037426077099321486?l=classic-reminisce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classic-reminisce.blogspot.com/feeds/7037426077099321486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2666597392027362833&amp;postID=7037426077099321486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2666597392027362833/posts/default/7037426077099321486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2666597392027362833/posts/default/7037426077099321486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classic-reminisce.blogspot.com/2010/11/dear-brother.html' title='I got to learn to let go of the hatred.'/><author><name>sue fickles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00755171631443027185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/Sq78PqbFTOI/AAAAAAAAEYk/iHIqpG__dHY/S220/P1010165.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2666597392027362833.post-8177864545726098233</id><published>2010-11-03T21:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T00:01:06.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rock my 17monthsary!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TNLJm-PRoEI/AAAAAAAAGHg/sy1uPje51kk/s1600/FxCam_1287113457598.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 446px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TNLJm-PRoEI/AAAAAAAAGHg/sy1uPje51kk/s400/FxCam_1287113457598.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535708563371040834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TNLJnK6b6LI/AAAAAAAAGHo/qD70bNNMEGs/s1600/FxCam_1287114683937.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 445px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TNLJnK6b6LI/AAAAAAAAGHo/qD70bNNMEGs/s400/FxCam_1287114683937.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535708566773295282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Dear loverboy, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this post is specially for you, for us, for our 17th month together.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; it feels like ive known you more than that......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TNLJmTR4kLI/AAAAAAAAGHY/7m7UtpY9sYo/s1600/33764_433967658542_617293542_5101202_1893221_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 449px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TNLJmTR4kLI/AAAAAAAAGHY/7m7UtpY9sYo/s400/33764_433967658542_617293542_5101202_1893221_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535708551839256754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TNLJmNQDHSI/AAAAAAAAGHQ/Leb2GG2MskE/s1600/33728_433968068542_617293542_5101212_7773624_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 449px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TNLJmNQDHSI/AAAAAAAAGHQ/Leb2GG2MskE/s400/33728_433968068542_617293542_5101212_7773624_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535708550220946722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our 2nd year spending Raya together. Even though I couldn't drive you as promise I sure did had fun with you and all of our friends:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TNLI0luCaBI/AAAAAAAAGHA/vPzf79JqVcA/s1600/P1010610.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TNLI0luCaBI/AAAAAAAAGHA/vPzf79JqVcA/s400/P1010610.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535707697795721234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TNLI0wla1cI/AAAAAAAAGHI/ox9GHPOkKPM/s1600/P1010622.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TNLI0wla1cI/AAAAAAAAGHI/ox9GHPOkKPM/s400/P1010622.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535707700712363458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was at homeclub......we went with aida and her group of friends. We supposed to have fun &amp;amp; party but it wasn't one of our best night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TNLI0XgsOhI/AAAAAAAAGG4/qJr6A36yMjo/s1600/16062010%28013%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TNLI0XgsOhI/AAAAAAAAGG4/qJr6A36yMjo/s400/16062010%28013%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535707693981645330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TNLI0QRdt-I/AAAAAAAAGGw/F0jZwa6O6jA/s1600/16062010%28024%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TNLI0QRdt-I/AAAAAAAAGGw/F0jZwa6O6jA/s400/16062010%28024%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535707692038731746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure you won't ever forget this. On our way to school &amp;amp; we got so drenched cos' it was pouring heavily &amp;amp; we were stuck at yck's bustop. Poor us. But you were super sweet. You wrap me up with your one and only parka cos' you were so afraid that i'm gonna shiver cos it was mad cold. You didn't had anything rain coat on and you shiver so hard. I feel bad but you insisted on me wearing it instead. You are my hero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TNLG8uCYeKI/AAAAAAAAGGg/DUGCnHN5RGA/s1600/Photo0539.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TNLG8uCYeKI/AAAAAAAAGGg/DUGCnHN5RGA/s400/Photo0539.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535705638444234914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TNLG88rg4aI/AAAAAAAAGGo/Weom_vQtWhI/s1600/Photo0540.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TNLG88rg4aI/AAAAAAAAGGo/Weom_vQtWhI/s400/Photo0540.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535705642374848930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was one of our monthsary. We went to my favourite place, Vivo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TNLG8B_L9TI/AAAAAAAAGGQ/YZ1m_Z33ILs/s1600/Photo0276.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TNLG8B_L9TI/AAAAAAAAGGQ/YZ1m_Z33ILs/s400/Photo0276.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535705626619671858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TNLG8aw656I/AAAAAAAAGGY/Kyepbafffz0/s1600/Photo0288.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TNLG8aw656I/AAAAAAAAGGY/Kyepbafffz0/s400/Photo0288.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535705633270720418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as you hate going to Orchard, we still went cos' it was our monthsary and we had a whole lot of pictures under this folder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TNLGVG-UOBI/AAAAAAAAGGI/sz0laMq37Mc/s1600/P1020083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TNLGVG-UOBI/AAAAAAAAGGI/sz0laMq37Mc/s400/P1020083.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535704957943298066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TNLGU6D5E7I/AAAAAAAAGGA/uF8A7iUXT4A/s1600/P1020086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TNLGU6D5E7I/AAAAAAAAGGA/uF8A7iUXT4A/s400/P1020086.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535704954477024178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the night when you end work and fetched me from Tamp when I was with my girlfriend eventhough you were effing tired. You even slept on me when we were at the beach! Hu hu. I was all alone but I wasn't angry cos' it's super sweet to know that you want to see me even if you are hell tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TNLFtu-lsaI/AAAAAAAAGFw/atI8-ed9qGI/s1600/10428_162094207300_615392300_3307989_2979891_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 449px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TNLFtu-lsaI/AAAAAAAAGFw/atI8-ed9qGI/s400/10428_162094207300_615392300_3307989_2979891_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535704281487094178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TNLFt_sUvdI/AAAAAAAAGF4/ozjfVs-6tPk/s1600/10428_162097602300_615392300_3308002_4916326_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 449px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TNLFt_sUvdI/AAAAAAAAGF4/ozjfVs-6tPk/s400/10428_162097602300_615392300_3308002_4916326_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535704285973888466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 18th bday! Our 1st time clubbing together. We had sooooo much fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TNLDwvyZJsI/AAAAAAAAGEw/5txrz8XZZG4/s1600/P050709_17.54.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TNLDwvyZJsI/AAAAAAAAGEw/5txrz8XZZG4/s400/P050709_17.54.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535702134220728002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TNLDxdlekeI/AAAAAAAAGE4/wk_lQoPsRRQ/s1600/P050709_18.22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TNLDxdlekeI/AAAAAAAAGE4/wk_lQoPsRRQ/s400/P050709_18.22.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535702146514588130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet you forget about this. Our very 2nd monthsary &amp;amp; we spent almost 48hours together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TNLAaKgVOCI/AAAAAAAAGEA/ow4c8WMARE0/s1600/DSC00018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TNLAaKgVOCI/AAAAAAAAGEA/ow4c8WMARE0/s400/DSC00018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535698447720855586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TNLBrWjx6eI/AAAAAAAAGEI/icK4PM20L4g/s1600/DSC00017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TNLBrWjx6eI/AAAAAAAAGEI/icK4PM20L4g/s400/DSC00017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535699842525948386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You will always be my abg T.I in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TNLAZPrneZI/AAAAAAAAGDg/t7MM6TbzeUg/s1600/IMG_6315.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 448px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TNLAZPrneZI/AAAAAAAAGDg/t7MM6TbzeUg/s400/IMG_6315.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535698431930497426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TNLAZc6wKsI/AAAAAAAAGDo/bgQCHstVwL8/s1600/IMG_6316.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 449px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TNLAZc6wKsI/AAAAAAAAGDo/bgQCHstVwL8/s400/IMG_6316.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535698435483642562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm always this mad krazy happy smiling super widely when I'm with you loverboy!&lt;br /&gt;You have no absolute idea. Now I give you 2 pictures to prove how happy I am with you.&lt;br /&gt;Even if I'm in tank, skirt and slipper, you still tell me I look pretty. Awe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TNK--rQtwQI/AAAAAAAAGDQ/R6s5vz2r10E/s1600/DSC09656.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TNK--rQtwQI/AAAAAAAAGDQ/R6s5vz2r10E/s400/DSC09656.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535696875965759746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TNK--3ocqxI/AAAAAAAAGDY/VWUn1QKuhf8/s1600/DSC09655.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TNK--3ocqxI/AAAAAAAAGDY/VWUn1QKuhf8/s400/DSC09655.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535696879286528786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha this was one of the days we skipped school &amp;amp; actually bus to Esplanade starbucks. Can you believe we bus from school?! I mean you hardly enjoy going to town even now you have a bike but look at us in the past. Haha amazing or what baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TNK-YoxY4II/AAAAAAAAGDA/HAlVIw_d1I4/s1600/P1010111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TNK-YoxY4II/AAAAAAAAGDA/HAlVIw_d1I4/s400/P1010111.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535696222462468226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TNK-Y1xcraI/AAAAAAAAGDI/WooDzk8u2p4/s1600/P1010109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TNK-Y1xcraI/AAAAAAAAGDI/WooDzk8u2p4/s400/P1010109.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535696225952378274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love to come over my place cos' you get to spent more time with me.&lt;br /&gt;Watching movies, sleepovers, cooking, pillow fights.&lt;br /&gt;But these pictures are the unforgettable ones.&lt;br /&gt;You talked to me nicely about removing all my piercings including my tongue stud which is my favourite cos I did it on my own. I never believed you could softer my heart into removing all my piercings eventho I feel like i'm naked w/out them. It was weird &amp;amp; different but I feel totally great doing it for someone I love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TNK-YeKK2JI/AAAAAAAAGC4/hC6bDdrPTKo/s1600/Photo0179.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TNK-YeKK2JI/AAAAAAAAGC4/hC6bDdrPTKo/s400/Photo0179.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535696219613616274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TNK-YJxumoI/AAAAAAAAGCw/TTn54wT4f20/s1600/Photo0182.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TNK-YJxumoI/AAAAAAAAGCw/TTn54wT4f20/s400/Photo0182.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535696214142392962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the surprise for our past monthsary.&lt;br /&gt;"Baby you got 15mins to eat"&lt;br /&gt;"Why?"&lt;br /&gt;Cos' our movie starts in 15mins time"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TNK9lIY-uAI/AAAAAAAAGCQ/9PEvCSSuU2s/s1600/P1000580.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TNK9lIY-uAI/AAAAAAAAGCQ/9PEvCSSuU2s/s400/P1000580.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535695337596827650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TNK9lXb01UI/AAAAAAAAGCY/6NaS_sxrQUg/s1600/P1000588.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TNK9lXb01UI/AAAAAAAAGCY/6NaS_sxrQUg/s400/P1000588.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535695341635294530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we skipped school again.............but we get caught by the crew from just for laugh!&lt;br /&gt;I was scared and you protected me. Remember the fake policeman scold me &amp;amp; you stood up for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TNLCmOrkHjI/AAAAAAAAGEo/-SOf3Zw45UY/s1600/DSC09483.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TNLCmOrkHjI/AAAAAAAAGEo/-SOf3Zw45UY/s400/DSC09483.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535700854023396914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TNLClzpB-zI/AAAAAAAAGEg/bN6-0KeZEHU/s1600/DSC09485.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TNLClzpB-zI/AAAAAAAAGEg/bN6-0KeZEHU/s400/DSC09485.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535700846765013810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The very first time I went to meet your mother. Haha. I so scared you have no idea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TNLBrxrNTZI/AAAAAAAAGEY/Gy3ybmxSugs/s1600/DSC09471.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TNLBrxrNTZI/AAAAAAAAGEY/Gy3ybmxSugs/s400/DSC09471.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535699849804860818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TNLBrtlXACI/AAAAAAAAGEQ/ANX_8O0xgS4/s1600/DSC09470.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TNLBrtlXACI/AAAAAAAAGEQ/ANX_8O0xgS4/s400/DSC09470.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535699848706588706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was working for Prudential @ Tanjong Pagar &amp;amp; you fetched me all the there by train cos' you haven't got your license yet. Well the similarity now and then is that you still fetch and sent me to work. EXCEPT! If got no bike = i go myself. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TNK778DJzaI/AAAAAAAAGBo/TxPYrY4iP28/s1600/DSC09336.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TNK778DJzaI/AAAAAAAAGBo/TxPYrY4iP28/s400/DSC09336.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535693530397789602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TNK7drYXpII/AAAAAAAAGBQ/_qFAx0o2U_s/s1600/DSC09336.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TNK7drYXpII/AAAAAAAAGBQ/_qFAx0o2U_s/s400/DSC09336.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535693010527298690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our very 1st day out as gf/bf. I very nervous when you hug me! But I like it when you held my hand and you didn't let go. &amp;amp; this is the 1st day you met my mum &amp;amp; my bro. you look super cute when my mum asked you plenty of questions :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pictures speak a thousand words. Photography is a way to capture all the good times and memories. I want to upload a lot more but I think I can go on until forever. We been through a lot. Ups and downs, tears and laughter. Through many obstacles you managed to get out of it. At times when I feel like I want to give up in life, you lifted me up and give me hopes. You mold me to someone better.&lt;/span&gt; I &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;love you unconditionally &amp;amp; you are so worth it.&lt;br /&gt;Xoxo sue.&lt;br /&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/2666597392027362833-8177864545726098233?l=classic-reminisce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classic-reminisce.blogspot.com/feeds/8177864545726098233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2666597392027362833&amp;postID=8177864545726098233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2666597392027362833/posts/default/8177864545726098233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2666597392027362833/posts/default/8177864545726098233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classic-reminisce.blogspot.com/2010/11/rock-my-17monthsary.html' title='Rock my 17monthsary!'/><author><name>sue fickles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00755171631443027185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/Sq78PqbFTOI/AAAAAAAAEYk/iHIqpG__dHY/S220/P1010165.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TNLJm-PRoEI/AAAAAAAAGHg/sy1uPje51kk/s72-c/FxCam_1287113457598.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2666597392027362833.post-1260056109232861304</id><published>2010-10-30T21:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T21:37:10.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ed's 19th!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ed's 19th was @ Casablanca Condo. It's been a long time since we see each other so I was pretty excited &amp;amp; looking forward for the bbq. I miss good old times with them. Just you me him us! But everyone is growing up, going to different direction &amp;amp; it sucks to see us drifting slowly. Everyone is so busy and I don't like it at all.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, foods good, drinks definitely two thumbs up. Mad krazy with all the sinful desserts, mega stupid dares &amp;amp; beer bath. Wasn't really involved but the whole lot are awesome people to watch and laugh at. Bunch of clumsy ass drunkards who are heading for after party @ Rebel.&lt;br /&gt;Happy 19th Ed.&lt;br /&gt;You are the male version of a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;Xoxo sue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TNK2i3sZRJI/AAAAAAAAGAo/ZZSW8eJa__A/s1600/76551_10150109502498902_762038901_7508606_4541937_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TNK2i3sZRJI/AAAAAAAAGAo/ZZSW8eJa__A/s400/76551_10150109502498902_762038901_7508606_4541937_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535687602173723794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TNK2ilIc8ZI/AAAAAAAAGAg/S8j2AbXznvA/s1600/33719_10150109501623902_762038901_7508584_1679343_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TNK2ilIc8ZI/AAAAAAAAGAg/S8j2AbXznvA/s400/33719_10150109501623902_762038901_7508584_1679343_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535687597191131538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TNK2imlKe6I/AAAAAAAAGAY/6atV8pRYFMA/s1600/149424_10150109501778902_762038901_7508587_1336674_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; 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width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TNK2Yw3KVpI/AAAAAAAAGAI/7fs-dg_Wp5c/s400/75027_10150109502243902_762038901_7508598_2654368_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535687428541142674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TNK2X3BTc9I/AAAAAAAAGAA/1OXfpgUB668/s1600/68768_10150109502363902_762038901_7508601_7414947_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TNK2X3BTc9I/AAAAAAAAGAA/1OXfpgUB668/s400/68768_10150109502363902_762038901_7508601_7414947_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535687413014426578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TNK2XhnhXlI/AAAAAAAAF_4/aX2huXqimkI/s1600/33787_10150109501883902_762038901_7508589_1451260_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TNK2XhnhXlI/AAAAAAAAF_4/aX2huXqimkI/s400/33787_10150109501883902_762038901_7508589_1451260_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535687407269142098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TNK2XrT1yaI/AAAAAAAAF_w/4E_EGk7Iq2Q/s1600/71535_10150109502128902_762038901_7508595_4708191_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TNK2XrT1yaI/AAAAAAAAF_w/4E_EGk7Iq2Q/s400/71535_10150109502128902_762038901_7508595_4708191_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535687409870948770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/2666597392027362833-1260056109232861304?l=classic-reminisce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classic-reminisce.blogspot.com/feeds/1260056109232861304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2666597392027362833&amp;postID=1260056109232861304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2666597392027362833/posts/default/1260056109232861304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2666597392027362833/posts/default/1260056109232861304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classic-reminisce.blogspot.com/2010/10/eds-19th_30.html' title='Ed&apos;s 19th!'/><author><name>sue fickles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00755171631443027185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/Sq78PqbFTOI/AAAAAAAAEYk/iHIqpG__dHY/S220/P1010165.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TNK2i3sZRJI/AAAAAAAAGAo/ZZSW8eJa__A/s72-c/76551_10150109502498902_762038901_7508606_4541937_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2666597392027362833.post-406674908005633936</id><published>2010-10-29T19:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T21:14:38.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Koko-honeybunch</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TM1WdOny6fI/AAAAAAAAF94/CN-PYY3aM4s/s1600/snap_114.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 426px; height: 319px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TM1WdOny6fI/AAAAAAAAF94/CN-PYY3aM4s/s400/snap_114.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534174577249413618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TM1WdAQQA0I/AAAAAAAAF9w/fmtiE1Gmdr4/s1600/snap_111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 427px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TM1WdAQQA0I/AAAAAAAAF9w/fmtiE1Gmdr4/s400/snap_111.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534174573392560962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TM1WcyAec6I/AAAAAAAAF9o/giPngZ40CyY/s1600/snap_110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 430px; height: 321px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TM1WcyAec6I/AAAAAAAAF9o/giPngZ40CyY/s400/snap_110.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534174569568301986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TM1WcPAPelI/AAAAAAAAF9g/KREjcIGoUTI/s1600/snap_112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 431px; height: 323px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TM1WcPAPelI/AAAAAAAAF9g/KREjcIGoUTI/s400/snap_112.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534174560172079698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TM1WcNdcEAI/AAAAAAAAF9Y/Okx8d82GImI/s1600/snap_113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 432px; height: 323px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TM1WcNdcEAI/AAAAAAAAF9Y/Okx8d82GImI/s400/snap_113.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534174559757668354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time, I feel shit about myself. Why? Search me. Am still dealing with my ugly low self esteem which is pulling me flat to the ground. I thought I'm so over it in the past but that is plain silly. It's haunting me again for no fucking sake idea. I am someone who need to be constantly reminded of my capabilities or I will slowly fall and tear apart in my unfold esteem. I'm just born like this and I don't know why I'm taking such a long time to do get over it. Each time I feel shitty and small, I run to honeybunch cos' I know he will make me feel a lot better. I wish I can really shake myself up and loose all those negative vibes in me.&lt;br /&gt;Xoxo sue &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/2666597392027362833-406674908005633936?l=classic-reminisce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classic-reminisce.blogspot.com/feeds/406674908005633936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2666597392027362833&amp;postID=406674908005633936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2666597392027362833/posts/default/406674908005633936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2666597392027362833/posts/default/406674908005633936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classic-reminisce.blogspot.com/2010/10/koko-honeybunch.html' title='Koko-honeybunch'/><author><name>sue fickles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00755171631443027185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/Sq78PqbFTOI/AAAAAAAAEYk/iHIqpG__dHY/S220/P1010165.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TM1WdOny6fI/AAAAAAAAF94/CN-PYY3aM4s/s72-c/snap_114.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2666597392027362833.post-8831127974655596978</id><published>2010-10-26T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T21:02:43.398+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's only the 3rd week and I have so many absent remarks on my attendance. Really not a good start but I hope this stop cos' I wanna get good gpa before I leave for my attachment.&lt;br /&gt;One of the days, we had food feast @ Chomp Chomp. Sting rays, wings, cockles, sambal kang kong, carrot cake, a big glass of longan. After which we had frolick &amp;amp; I'm not a big fan of it cos' it's yogurt.&lt;br /&gt;The upcoming monthsary, I don't care I wanna have food feast with loverboy @ East Coast. Of course after that must excercise(yes I still have issues with my weight).&lt;br /&gt;Xoxo sue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TMeZu5TWGHI/AAAAAAAAF9Q/7rb7AxJQ7Os/s1600/IMG00388-20101026-1735.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 429px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TMeZu5TWGHI/AAAAAAAAF9Q/7rb7AxJQ7Os/s400/IMG00388-20101026-1735.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532559698182936690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TMeZuTjxeDI/AAAAAAAAF9I/0zrqFQQaxtY/s1600/IMG00387-20101026-1735.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 430px; height: 322px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TMeZuTjxeDI/AAAAAAAAF9I/0zrqFQQaxtY/s400/IMG00387-20101026-1735.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532559688051292210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TMeZt7lNWmI/AAAAAAAAF9A/ltK4Y-8cPfw/s1600/IMG00391-20101026-2020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 338px; height: 450px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TMeZt7lNWmI/AAAAAAAAF9A/ltK4Y-8cPfw/s400/IMG00391-20101026-2020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532559681614862946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TMeZtv2BEBI/AAAAAAAAF84/oLUkL1ldQOc/s1600/IMG00394-20101026-2025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 430px; height: 322px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TMeZtv2BEBI/AAAAAAAAF84/oLUkL1ldQOc/s400/IMG00394-20101026-2025.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532559678464135186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TMeZs_pec_I/AAAAAAAAF8w/OS_SmZckCHI/s1600/IMG00392-20101026-2021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 432px; height: 323px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TMeZs_pec_I/AAAAAAAAF8w/OS_SmZckCHI/s400/IMG00392-20101026-2021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532559665526633458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2666597392027362833-8831127974655596978?l=classic-reminisce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classic-reminisce.blogspot.com/feeds/8831127974655596978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2666597392027362833&amp;postID=8831127974655596978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2666597392027362833/posts/default/8831127974655596978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2666597392027362833/posts/default/8831127974655596978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classic-reminisce.blogspot.com/2010/10/its-only-3rd-week-and-i-have-so-many.html' title=''/><author><name>sue fickles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00755171631443027185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/Sq78PqbFTOI/AAAAAAAAEYk/iHIqpG__dHY/S220/P1010165.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TMeZu5TWGHI/AAAAAAAAF9Q/7rb7AxJQ7Os/s72-c/IMG00388-20101026-1735.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2666597392027362833.post-6126078146428850871</id><published>2010-10-25T21:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T21:15:49.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am' no longer working for Ivic cos' it's super boring and i hate doing the same thing over and over again. Currently I'm working as a part-time tutor and the pay is like 4 times what Ivic is paying per hour. The best thing you only work for about 2hrs or less. Teaching is quite fun cos' you get to share your knowledge with someone and I like that. But honestly speaking, the new syllabus is like 3 times harder than my generation. But oh well, I'm just waiting for more assignments and am looking into another part time job, that is I'm not lazy. Prolly in retail line cos' that's my favourite. Whatever it is, I'm hopingmad my student is doing well for her upcoming exams or else I feel bad.&lt;br /&gt;Xoxo sue&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/2666597392027362833-6126078146428850871?l=classic-reminisce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classic-reminisce.blogspot.com/feeds/6126078146428850871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2666597392027362833&amp;postID=6126078146428850871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2666597392027362833/posts/default/6126078146428850871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2666597392027362833/posts/default/6126078146428850871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classic-reminisce.blogspot.com/2010/10/am-no-longer-working-for-ivic-cos-its.html' title=''/><author><name>sue fickles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00755171631443027185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/Sq78PqbFTOI/AAAAAAAAEYk/iHIqpG__dHY/S220/P1010165.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2666597392027362833.post-7937524735883705123</id><published>2010-10-23T23:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T13:33:35.128+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mummy's Belated Birthday Celeb!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TMO9RR-ZxhI/AAAAAAAAF8o/UZn-O-9mktw/s1600/IMG00380-20101023-2122.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TMO9RR-ZxhI/AAAAAAAAF8o/UZn-O-9mktw/s400/IMG00380-20101023-2122.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531472871921665554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TMO9RNqjOXI/AAAAAAAAF8g/3iZNn9ROPww/s1600/IMG00381-20101023-2123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TMO9RNqjOXI/AAAAAAAAF8g/3iZNn9ROPww/s400/IMG00381-20101023-2123.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531472870764657010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TMO52Zzy1bI/AAAAAAAAF8I/DJbilrvHy48/s1600/IMG00375-20101023-2114.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 432px; height: 323px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TMO52Zzy1bI/AAAAAAAAF8I/DJbilrvHy48/s400/IMG00375-20101023-2114.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531469111633302962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TMO52BXEw0I/AAAAAAAAF8A/5HokPzuqT0Y/s1600/IMG00376-20101023-2119.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 435px; height: 326px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TMO52BXEw0I/AAAAAAAAF8A/5HokPzuqT0Y/s400/IMG00376-20101023-2119.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531469105070392130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TMO514VHCgI/AAAAAAAAF74/L_MBPKCfxG4/s1600/IMG00365-20101023-2109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 437px; height: 326px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TMO514VHCgI/AAAAAAAAF74/L_MBPKCfxG4/s400/IMG00365-20101023-2109.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531469102646233602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TMO512oXnnI/AAAAAAAAF7w/0rTzNjjinqA/s1600/IMG00367-20101023-2109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 439px; height: 329px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TMO512oXnnI/AAAAAAAAF7w/0rTzNjjinqA/s400/IMG00367-20101023-2109.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531469102190141042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday was a day spent with the family to celebrate mummy's belated birthday. I like it very much because it's been ages since we last had a day together. We wanted to stick around S'pore but we didn't have many places to go so we went to Jb, City Link instead. We caught The Child's Eyes, a horror movie, and it scared the shit out of me. We went around to shop &amp;amp; I was aiming for a few tops but to my surprise a simple vintage top can cost me RM99.90. I mean I don't mind it it's a branded top but coming from a normal small retail shop is really krazy. The  exact of that top could be found at FEP Blogshops for only $29(!) So it wasn't a wise idea to shop for a few tops around there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, I went to my favourite Malaysia's Ice-cream cafe, Baskin robbins (which I doubt S'pore have any) to get my all time favourite Jamoca Almond Fudge. I know I've been nagging about my weight issues so I only got myself the single scoop and have say less than 7 mouth of it? I know you guys may think I'm being very ridiculous but I really need to work on my body. So that's about that. Now I can't wait for tomorrow cos' my dear honeybunch wanna take me out!&lt;br /&gt;Xoxo sue&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/2666597392027362833-7937524735883705123?l=classic-reminisce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classic-reminisce.blogspot.com/feeds/7937524735883705123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2666597392027362833&amp;postID=7937524735883705123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2666597392027362833/posts/default/7937524735883705123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2666597392027362833/posts/default/7937524735883705123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classic-reminisce.blogspot.com/2010/10/blog-post_24.html' title='Mummy&apos;s Belated Birthday Celeb!'/><author><name>sue fickles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00755171631443027185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/Sq78PqbFTOI/AAAAAAAAEYk/iHIqpG__dHY/S220/P1010165.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TMO9RR-ZxhI/AAAAAAAAF8o/UZn-O-9mktw/s72-c/IMG00380-20101023-2122.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2666597392027362833.post-3726581357203754878</id><published>2010-10-22T15:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T22:39:09.419+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Loverboy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TME8BLJJSxI/AAAAAAAAF7g/P0kKr31CsLw/s1600/FxCam_1287114194168.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 294px; height: 440px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TME8BLJJSxI/AAAAAAAAF7g/P0kKr31CsLw/s400/FxCam_1287114194168.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530767808256363282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loverboy, you are so lovable. No doubt you can be pain in the ass sometimes but I love you so much, no question ask. I love having breakfast with you &amp;amp; I love sharing my school lunch with you. I wish I can have you all to myself cos' I can never get enough of you. I'm actually quite intimidated by what life brings. But having you by side give me a sense of assurance and I look forward to the things that will be coming my way. Even if I fall along the way, I know I have you to catch me or at least pick me up back. I learn a lot when I'm with you and that's love. You change and mold me to a better person. It take someone who mean a lot to me to drop all the bad shit habits. As much as I'm tempted to do some of the things I miss doing it, deep down I know there is a reason why I'm not encouraged by you. You care.&lt;br /&gt;Xoxo sue.&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/2666597392027362833-3726581357203754878?l=classic-reminisce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classic-reminisce.blogspot.com/feeds/3726581357203754878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2666597392027362833&amp;postID=3726581357203754878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2666597392027362833/posts/default/3726581357203754878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2666597392027362833/posts/default/3726581357203754878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classic-reminisce.blogspot.com/2010/10/dear-loverboy.html' title='Dear Loverboy'/><author><name>sue fickles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00755171631443027185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/Sq78PqbFTOI/AAAAAAAAEYk/iHIqpG__dHY/S220/P1010165.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TME8BLJJSxI/AAAAAAAAF7g/P0kKr31CsLw/s72-c/FxCam_1287114194168.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2666597392027362833.post-8462249283483867909</id><published>2010-10-20T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T23:23:53.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm fat and flabby</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TMGmGHhHycI/AAAAAAAAF7o/fK6QLfHNl3M/s1600/P1010179-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 439px; height: 329px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TMGmGHhHycI/AAAAAAAAF7o/fK6QLfHNl3M/s400/P1010179-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530884441415076290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I have issues with myself, well who doesn't right? But I think mine is by far the most typical one that you would hear from most of the other girls, "I'm fat." I never felt so horrible like this before and if my memory serve me right, I don't have any issues with my weight. Something just strike me so hard and I feel the urge and the need to lose weight. I'm depressed seeing all those skinny girls. I used to jog every single day to keep my leg firm and skinny but I'm so out of stamina right now &amp;amp; am too lazy to start it all over again. Can I do drugs just like Ashlee Olsen to be skinny cos' the taught of jogging just make me want to roll &amp;amp; curl more in bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a heavy bottom which I hate it very much. So I'm gonna start the 14days fitness program &amp;amp; see if it works but first I need to buy the fitness cereal. And no matter how lazy &amp;amp; whiny I can be, I'm so forcing myself to make time to jog. God bless.&lt;br /&gt;Xoxo sue.&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/2666597392027362833-8462249283483867909?l=classic-reminisce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classic-reminisce.blogspot.com/feeds/8462249283483867909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2666597392027362833&amp;postID=8462249283483867909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2666597392027362833/posts/default/8462249283483867909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2666597392027362833/posts/default/8462249283483867909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classic-reminisce.blogspot.com/2010/10/im-fat-and-flabby.html' title='I&apos;m fat and flabby'/><author><name>sue fickles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00755171631443027185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/Sq78PqbFTOI/AAAAAAAAEYk/iHIqpG__dHY/S220/P1010165.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TMGmGHhHycI/AAAAAAAAF7o/fK6QLfHNl3M/s72-c/P1010179-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2666597392027362833.post-851210570977101887</id><published>2010-10-11T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T00:12:49.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>19th love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TLsb2vK_XvI/AAAAAAAAF7A/UWJ8aRwlUts/s1600/66051_446690172621_613447621_5147241_5836907_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 293px; height: 438px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TLsb2vK_XvI/AAAAAAAAF7A/UWJ8aRwlUts/s400/66051_446690172621_613447621_5147241_5836907_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529043594716864242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19th Birthday!&lt;span class="UIIntentionalStory_Names" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;name&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful surprise from lovely girls. Most unexpected but appreciate it real much.&lt;br /&gt;Had fun with juicy topics &amp;amp; endless supper at Summer Breeze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loverboy came over to make the night a wonder for the both of us.&lt;br /&gt;It was a rough start but it got the perfect ending.&lt;br /&gt;I almost got drown by his love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TLsb16Hv18I/AAAAAAAAF64/Ps5mjGPmFT0/s1600/FxCam_1287225184788.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 289px; height: 432px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TLsb16Hv18I/AAAAAAAAF64/Ps5mjGPmFT0/s400/FxCam_1287225184788.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529043580476184514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TLsb1v4nguI/AAAAAAAAF6w/pDWDco0JTT0/s1600/FxCam_1287225283450.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 289px; height: 432px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TLsb1v4nguI/AAAAAAAAF6w/pDWDco0JTT0/s400/FxCam_1287225283450.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529043577728369378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday(16/10), we had a belated birthday celebration. I was greeted with the most perfect smile I've ever seen from a guy &amp;amp; a tight hug. He compliment my beauty which lifted me up to cloud 9. I took away his breathe for a couple of minute. Real love feels good.&lt;br /&gt;Again, I was surprised with a chocolate cake unexpectedly. Loverboy cooked me a dish &amp;amp; I know the main ingredient is love cause I can feel it dancing on my taste bud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful for all the wishes, to my pretty girls &amp;amp; my lovely boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;Xoxo sue.&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/2666597392027362833-851210570977101887?l=classic-reminisce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classic-reminisce.blogspot.com/feeds/851210570977101887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2666597392027362833&amp;postID=851210570977101887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2666597392027362833/posts/default/851210570977101887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2666597392027362833/posts/default/851210570977101887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classic-reminisce.blogspot.com/2010/10/19th-love.html' title='19th love'/><author><name>sue fickles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00755171631443027185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/Sq78PqbFTOI/AAAAAAAAEYk/iHIqpG__dHY/S220/P1010165.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TLsb2vK_XvI/AAAAAAAAF7A/UWJ8aRwlUts/s72-c/66051_446690172621_613447621_5147241_5836907_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2666597392027362833.post-3263277209153919618</id><published>2010-09-27T22:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T22:50:12.451+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I MISS YOU LIKE KRAZYYYYYY&lt;br /&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/2666597392027362833-3263277209153919618?l=classic-reminisce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classic-reminisce.blogspot.com/feeds/3263277209153919618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2666597392027362833&amp;postID=3263277209153919618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2666597392027362833/posts/default/3263277209153919618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2666597392027362833/posts/default/3263277209153919618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classic-reminisce.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-miss-you-like-krazyyyyyy.html' title=''/><author><name>sue fickles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00755171631443027185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/Sq78PqbFTOI/AAAAAAAAEYk/iHIqpG__dHY/S220/P1010165.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2666597392027362833.post-4364009190802069992</id><published>2010-09-24T21:32:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T22:43:01.135+08:00</updated><title type='text'>im juicy like that</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TJyp8EsOM7I/AAAAAAAAF6g/YG9qsFqR-AU/s1600/2010-09-24+16.22.16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TJyp8EsOM7I/AAAAAAAAF6g/YG9qsFqR-AU/s400/2010-09-24+16.22.16.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520474092765852594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TJyp7T8Jk6I/AAAAAAAAF6Y/ECWEuivXXJg/s1600/2010-09-24+16.22.00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TJyp7T8Jk6I/AAAAAAAAF6Y/ECWEuivXXJg/s400/2010-09-24+16.22.00.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520474079679320994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spent the afternoon with loverboy. he was rather cranky this morning. sup with the mood, i have no freaking idea. but since i'm always nice &amp;amp; bubbly &amp;amp; sweet,(hehehe) i always wait patiencely till his ugly mood shakes off him. it was definitely worth the wait cos i got myself a gold digger juicy bracelet. oh you know how i always go gaga over accessories. today he was different. instead of being the usual naggy self, he offers another necklace to go along. i'm like W.O.W.ARE.YOU.SERIOUS? but i rejected &amp;amp; i regretted. too bad for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the legend of fist wasn't as interesting as i thought it would be. still prefer IP Man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TJyp7JNLAlI/AAAAAAAAF6Q/MiHgQcrPrDk/s1600/2010-09-24+18.35.24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TJyp7JNLAlI/AAAAAAAAF6Q/MiHgQcrPrDk/s400/2010-09-24+18.35.24.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520474076797928018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TJyp7JNLAlI/AAAAAAAAF6Q/MiHgQcrPrDk/s1600/2010-09-24+18.35.24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TJyp7JNLAlI/AAAAAAAAF6Q/MiHgQcrPrDk/s400/2010-09-24+18.35.24.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520474076797928018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TJyow28ov-I/AAAAAAAAF6I/26vOiKAmSQk/s1600/2010-09-24+16.15.42.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 430px; height: 322px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TJyow28ov-I/AAAAAAAAF6I/26vOiKAmSQk/s400/2010-09-24+16.15.42.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520472800586416098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TJyowJLZUHI/AAAAAAAAF6A/9B5CD32dM00/s1600/2010-09-24+16.14.36.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 434px; height: 325px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TJyowJLZUHI/AAAAAAAAF6A/9B5CD32dM00/s400/2010-09-24+16.14.36.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520472788300288114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TJyovqCwzTI/AAAAAAAAF54/uBop2Ti_N3U/s1600/FxCam_1285316372597.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 429px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TJyovqCwzTI/AAAAAAAAF54/uBop2Ti_N3U/s400/FxCam_1285316372597.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520472779942579506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TJyovX2hdUI/AAAAAAAAF5w/VorSk-dpVvA/s1600/2010-09-24+15.54.30.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 430px; height: 322px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TJyovX2hdUI/AAAAAAAAF5w/VorSk-dpVvA/s400/2010-09-24+15.54.30.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520472775059404098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we came across this machine with moving seats which make people scream their lungs out. to be exact, i was referring to loverboy. oops. so we had to choose different types of movies and it was a 3d thing. i definitely have to go with the rollercoaster ride cos first loverboy will never take rollercoaster rides with me so this is the only chance and second it has got the highest level which mean it is the most thrilling! i end up bursting into huge laughs looking at loverboy. everything was priceless for that moment. real rollercoaster ride definitely beat this 10 times better but it was the fun experience with him. i love you deep deep.&lt;br /&gt;Xoxo sue&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/2666597392027362833-4364009190802069992?l=classic-reminisce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classic-reminisce.blogspot.com/feeds/4364009190802069992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2666597392027362833&amp;postID=4364009190802069992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2666597392027362833/posts/default/4364009190802069992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2666597392027362833/posts/default/4364009190802069992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classic-reminisce.blogspot.com/2010/09/im-juicy-like-that.html' title='im juicy like that'/><author><name>sue fickles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00755171631443027185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/Sq78PqbFTOI/AAAAAAAAEYk/iHIqpG__dHY/S220/P1010165.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TJyp8EsOM7I/AAAAAAAAF6g/YG9qsFqR-AU/s72-c/2010-09-24+16.22.16.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2666597392027362833.post-4193184142931837045</id><published>2010-09-24T02:46:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T03:49:42.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MBS SKY PARK MADNESS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Last Tuesday, Rae came up with a plan to stay over at Marina Bay Sands Hotel. I freaked out excitedly cause I'm sure it's gonna be huge and bizarre. Just as I expected from the 5 star hotel, everything is so beautiful and sexy especially the pool @ Sky Park. I swear the next time I'm going there will be with loverboy. Per night rates can start as low as $300+ but I don't give a shit, I'm gonna work like a mad dog &amp;amp; pamper myself &amp;amp; loverboy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once everyone reached, we headed down to the pool first. Spotted few sexy chicks with big jiggly jugs, so yummy haha. Hot dude? Nah, still prefer my loverboy over those guys with hair all over their chest wearing tight trunks acting cool. Definitely had fun time in the pool. So indulged in ur little world. After which we soaked ourselves in the jacuzzi. Feels so damn good but it's a little weird where they place the jacuzzi cause everyone was watching us like we're an animal doing some animal show?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner was at Lau Pat Sat(its that how you spell it?) near Shenton Way. We ordered quite a number of dishes. Fried baby squids! My all time favourite. Before we head back to the hotel, we bought some thrills to keep us going for the night cos rule no.1 is NO SLEEPING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent the night by chilling at the balcony and we pretty much exchange a lot of stories with each other. The night slowly fades &amp;amp; I got really tired so I just crash in. Hell with the rules righttt? The next morning as early as 7am everyone was in the pool again except for the sleeping pigs including me. Angry. It was a pity that we had to leave already. Pack our belongings &amp;amp; kiss goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;Shall come again with loverboy and I mean it.&lt;br /&gt;Xoxo sue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TJujH9VRPRI/AAAAAAAAF5o/9z8KsnMnzB4/s1600/61511_440035142621_613447621_5017555_4390405_n2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 416px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TJujH9VRPRI/AAAAAAAAF5o/9z8KsnMnzB4/s400/61511_440035142621_613447621_5017555_4390405_n2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520185125390859538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TJujHT9reAI/AAAAAAAAF5g/DojpktufO6A/s1600/60009_440045827621_613447621_5017801_4471521_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 277px; height: 416px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TJujHT9reAI/AAAAAAAAF5g/DojpktufO6A/s400/60009_440045827621_613447621_5017801_4471521_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520185114286061570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TJujG651KDI/AAAAAAAAF5Y/jSpPvAlUSF0/s1600/60009_440045832621_613447621_5017802_7865632_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; 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width: 417px; height: 278px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TJuhTKO0FUI/AAAAAAAAF4w/TU-BA8VjP9I/s400/60009_440045852621_613447621_5017805_4074201_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520183118808749378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TJuhSeKr1MI/AAAAAAAAF4o/3HJ_iNC7sto/s1600/60532_440044727621_613447621_5017758_7521952_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 420px; height: 279px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TJuhSeKr1MI/AAAAAAAAF4o/3HJ_iNC7sto/s400/60532_440044727621_613447621_5017758_7521952_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520183106980271298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TJuhSJ4Op6I/AAAAAAAAF4g/5_wWQe6gCzY/s1600/60009_440045842621_613447621_5017804_4608806_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 424px; height: 283px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TJuhSJ4Op6I/AAAAAAAAF4g/5_wWQe6gCzY/s400/60009_440045842621_613447621_5017804_4608806_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520183101534152610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silly of me to think that we are gonna fallllllllll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TJuhRRbjxRI/AAAAAAAAF4Y/r8rDTJS5JdE/s1600/62081_440044307621_613447621_5017743_5063645_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 424px; height: 283px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TJuhRRbjxRI/AAAAAAAAF4Y/r8rDTJS5JdE/s400/62081_440044307621_613447621_5017743_5063645_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520183086381516050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TJuhQ8Rei2I/AAAAAAAAF4Q/MITp0Ews-1s/s1600/60532_440044717621_613447621_5017756_4726231_n1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 294px; height: 440px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TJuhQ8Rei2I/AAAAAAAAF4Q/MITp0Ews-1s/s400/60532_440044717621_613447621_5017756_4726231_n1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520183080702085986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/2666597392027362833-4193184142931837045?l=classic-reminisce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classic-reminisce.blogspot.com/feeds/4193184142931837045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2666597392027362833&amp;postID=4193184142931837045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2666597392027362833/posts/default/4193184142931837045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2666597392027362833/posts/default/4193184142931837045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classic-reminisce.blogspot.com/2010/09/blog-post_24.html' title='MBS SKY PARK MADNESS'/><author><name>sue fickles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00755171631443027185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/Sq78PqbFTOI/AAAAAAAAEYk/iHIqpG__dHY/S220/P1010165.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TJujH9VRPRI/AAAAAAAAF5o/9z8KsnMnzB4/s72-c/61511_440035142621_613447621_5017555_4390405_n2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2666597392027362833.post-4720321960074026826</id><published>2010-09-23T02:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T03:53:34.427+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything matters to me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TJpQyLjAaSI/AAAAAAAAF4I/x-zQ0os0m1I/s1600/Photo0535.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 319px; height: 425px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TJpQyLjAaSI/AAAAAAAAF4I/x-zQ0os0m1I/s400/Photo0535.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519813116319263010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh this feeling of love is so good to the extent I think my insides are going to explode. So insanely in love with you. Not only a smile on my face but in my heart too ♥&lt;br /&gt;This is the part where I wish I could press pause and press play back anytime.&lt;br /&gt;I want this type of feeling every.single.day.please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're extra sweet.&lt;br /&gt;Irresistible.&lt;br /&gt;Very cute with that hairstyle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And most importantly...&lt;br /&gt;I love how you still give me all the attention I need even with your boys around.&lt;br /&gt;Goodness* the feeling is beyond words now.&lt;br /&gt;I simply love my boy.&lt;br /&gt;Xoxo sue&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/2666597392027362833-4720321960074026826?l=classic-reminisce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classic-reminisce.blogspot.com/feeds/4720321960074026826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2666597392027362833&amp;postID=4720321960074026826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2666597392027362833/posts/default/4720321960074026826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2666597392027362833/posts/default/4720321960074026826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classic-reminisce.blogspot.com/2010/09/blog-post_23.html' title='Everything matters to me'/><author><name>sue fickles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00755171631443027185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/Sq78PqbFTOI/AAAAAAAAEYk/iHIqpG__dHY/S220/P1010165.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TJpQyLjAaSI/AAAAAAAAF4I/x-zQ0os0m1I/s72-c/Photo0535.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2666597392027362833.post-5890310809167967676</id><published>2010-09-18T23:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T20:56:20.671+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The girls in Baju Kurung</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TJX7UoYOOFI/AAAAAAAAF2g/DVTmayI4s1U/s1600/IMG00344-20100918-2115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 421px; height: 315px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TJX7UoYOOFI/AAAAAAAAF2g/DVTmayI4s1U/s400/IMG00344-20100918-2115.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518593250267379794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TJX5mMAp2xI/AAAAAAAAF2Y/JAskckDyw9M/s1600/IMG00330-20100918-1506.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 421px; height: 315px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TJX5mMAp2xI/AAAAAAAAF2Y/JAskckDyw9M/s400/IMG00330-20100918-1506.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518591352866724626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TJX5lgk07fI/AAAAAAAAF2Q/F3oTpRDMhHw/s1600/IMG00329-20100918-1506.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 422px; height: 315px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TJX5lgk07fI/AAAAAAAAF2Q/F3oTpRDMhHw/s400/IMG00329-20100918-1506.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518591341207285234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TJX5lc30w1I/AAAAAAAAF2I/1G5Jw3-l43E/s1600/IMG00332-20100918-1509.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 423px; height: 317px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TJX5lc30w1I/AAAAAAAAF2I/1G5Jw3-l43E/s400/IMG00332-20100918-1509.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518591340213224274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TJX4-14cVwI/AAAAAAAAF1w/6B7VPUuNtqg/s1600/IMG00346-20100918-2117.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 417px; height: 312px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TJX4-14cVwI/AAAAAAAAF1w/6B7VPUuNtqg/s400/IMG00346-20100918-2117.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518590676911806210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TJX4-MbO0pI/AAAAAAAAF1g/Lkckxlt19kc/s1600/IMG00348-20100918-2118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 418px; height: 313px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TJX4-MbO0pI/AAAAAAAAF1g/Lkckxlt19kc/s400/IMG00348-20100918-2118.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518590665783431826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TJX497-Ek-I/AAAAAAAAF1Y/KpkHx9mCkyg/s1600/IMG00352-20100918-2123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 418px; height: 313px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TJX497-Ek-I/AAAAAAAAF1Y/KpkHx9mCkyg/s400/IMG00352-20100918-2123.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518590661366158306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apology for the bad quality of the pictures. BB I doesn't do any justice. Sedih or what.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway this was on Saturday when I had to do visiting for Daddy's friends open houses.  3 houses and I wanted to go home badly. Penat plus I da malas nak jalan raya. I like all my daddy's friend's daughter. Every year I never fail to meet them.&lt;br /&gt;Ibtisam da jadi mummy :) &amp;amp; Hana is so cute I wanna play with her when she come over tmr.&lt;br /&gt;Basically that's that. Glad we end the day early.&lt;br /&gt;Xoxo sue&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/2666597392027362833-5890310809167967676?l=classic-reminisce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classic-reminisce.blogspot.com/feeds/5890310809167967676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2666597392027362833&amp;postID=5890310809167967676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2666597392027362833/posts/default/5890310809167967676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2666597392027362833/posts/default/5890310809167967676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classic-reminisce.blogspot.com/2010/09/girls-in-baju-kurung.html' title='The girls in Baju Kurung'/><author><name>sue fickles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00755171631443027185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/Sq78PqbFTOI/AAAAAAAAEYk/iHIqpG__dHY/S220/P1010165.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TJX7UoYOOFI/AAAAAAAAF2g/DVTmayI4s1U/s72-c/IMG00344-20100918-2115.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2666597392027362833.post-3495336842513218912</id><published>2010-09-14T21:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T22:36:45.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bbq @ Adam's</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TJYT7bMCG_I/AAAAAAAAF34/8Fv1_lf2bmQ/s1600/59503_475829302813_596732813_7099849_6983700_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 421px; height: 315px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TJYT7bMCG_I/AAAAAAAAF34/8Fv1_lf2bmQ/s400/59503_475829302813_596732813_7099849_6983700_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518620305020558322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like real aje eh. Of course I don't know how to drum but I love to play with it. Cause I want to irritate everyone. Heh heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam had a drum in his room under his bed. Cool shit huh. Anyways one the days, the girls &amp;amp; I decided to crash Adam's place. Train from Pasir Ris to Bukit Panjang is really no joke. Wanted to cab so badly but I know it will cost me a bomb so no choice but to tahan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TJYTjgalxsI/AAAAAAAAF3o/JGgxu5GATzM/s1600/59503_475829287813_596732813_7099846_5207528_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 319px; height: 425px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TJYTjgalxsI/AAAAAAAAF3o/JGgxu5GATzM/s400/59503_475829287813_596732813_7099846_5207528_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518619894106932930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TJYTjX_t_kI/AAAAAAAAF3g/Ob-8H-ibxVs/s1600/59503_475829297813_596732813_7099848_5246960_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 321px; height: 429px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TJYTjX_t_kI/AAAAAAAAF3g/Ob-8H-ibxVs/s400/59503_475829297813_596732813_7099848_5246960_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518619891846741570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TJYTi_F_NeI/AAAAAAAAF3Y/hmqdAVeRgoo/s1600/57964_475828497813_596732813_7099829_7483300_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 323px; height: 430px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TJYTi_F_NeI/AAAAAAAAF3Y/hmqdAVeRgoo/s400/57964_475828497813_596732813_7099829_7483300_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518619885162149346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we had to marinate the chicken &amp;amp; .... basically we only marinate the chicken cause the rest was done by Adam's maid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TJYTiSgqvfI/AAAAAAAAF3Q/rpClZ8XH55s/s1600/61360_475828897813_596732813_7099837_3994674_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 421px; height: 315px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TJYTiSgqvfI/AAAAAAAAF3Q/rpClZ8XH55s/s400/61360_475828897813_596732813_7099837_3994674_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518619873194458610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TJYTh-yyZQI/AAAAAAAAF3I/4LaMuUYNFr4/s1600/61360_475828892813_596732813_7099836_6735744_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 420px; height: 314px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TJYTh-yyZQI/AAAAAAAAF3I/4LaMuUYNFr4/s400/61360_475828892813_596732813_7099836_6735744_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518619867901748482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TJYSMBe2aLI/AAAAAAAAF3A/CN3y4doBDE8/s1600/61956_475828537813_596732813_7099831_560879_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 421px; height: 315px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TJYSMBe2aLI/AAAAAAAAF3A/CN3y4doBDE8/s400/61956_475828537813_596732813_7099831_560879_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518618391154682034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TJYSLwasoKI/AAAAAAAAF24/-zAOaVsXARc/s1600/58782_475829647813_596732813_7099860_4662385_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 422px; height: 315px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TJYSLwasoKI/AAAAAAAAF24/-zAOaVsXARc/s400/58782_475829647813_596732813_7099860_4662385_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518618386573861026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TJYSLpV2xdI/AAAAAAAAF2w/ZKF3E90N3WY/s1600/59503_475829327813_596732813_7099854_1090505_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 423px; height: 318px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TJYSLpV2xdI/AAAAAAAAF2w/ZKF3E90N3WY/s400/59503_475829327813_596732813_7099854_1090505_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518618384674506194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TJYSLBSyIqI/AAAAAAAAF2o/MmnIMqSyI1w/s1600/61166_475829922813_596732813_7099874_1884404_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 425px; height: 318px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TJYSLBSyIqI/AAAAAAAAF2o/MmnIMqSyI1w/s400/61166_475829922813_596732813_7099874_1884404_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518618373924201122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The swim, the companies, the food, the laughter, the stuns &amp;amp; whatever craps we threw in tonight turn out to be one of my favourite day in September. They are sweethearts and I'm thankful for that. Oh loverboy came over to swim with me too! Totally reminded me of our first date. Thanks for the kiss in the water. Suke giler!! &amp;amp; of course the main reason he came was to fetch me.  Sooooo next will be @ marina bay sands hotel. i smell fun!&lt;br /&gt;Xoxo sue&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/2666597392027362833-3495336842513218912?l=classic-reminisce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classic-reminisce.blogspot.com/feeds/3495336842513218912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2666597392027362833&amp;postID=3495336842513218912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2666597392027362833/posts/default/3495336842513218912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2666597392027362833/posts/default/3495336842513218912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classic-reminisce.blogspot.com/2010/09/bbq-adams.html' title='Bbq @ Adam&apos;s'/><author><name>sue fickles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00755171631443027185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/Sq78PqbFTOI/AAAAAAAAEYk/iHIqpG__dHY/S220/P1010165.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TJYT7bMCG_I/AAAAAAAAF34/8Fv1_lf2bmQ/s72-c/59503_475829302813_596732813_7099849_6983700_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2666597392027362833.post-4084090478528082769</id><published>2010-09-14T00:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T00:43:28.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fight-free</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TI5PkdVxIyI/AAAAAAAAF1Q/oIEVSB1YyB8/s1600/2010-09-14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TI5PkdVxIyI/AAAAAAAAF1Q/oIEVSB1YyB8/s400/2010-09-14.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516434081345250082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TI5Pj2X_UbI/AAAAAAAAF1A/727EvmMHeyw/s1600/2010-09-15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TI5Pj2X_UbI/AAAAAAAAF1A/727EvmMHeyw/s400/2010-09-15.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516434070885585330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past few days, I put myself in a test which I never thought I would ever make it. But it was necessary for a change. And I'm really glad I managed to pull it off. Well 4days may sound pathetic but it's a huge accomplishment for me. I feel like I'm growing, slowly. At the same time I feel like I'm starting to adapt to changes. I wouldn't dare to say much because it's only the beginning. I'm just so contented and overwhelmed with the beauty of love.&lt;br /&gt;I love how exactly we are now, fight-free &amp;amp; loving. I'm happy with you loverboy.&lt;br /&gt;Xoxo sue&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/2666597392027362833-4084090478528082769?l=classic-reminisce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classic-reminisce.blogspot.com/feeds/4084090478528082769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2666597392027362833&amp;postID=4084090478528082769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2666597392027362833/posts/default/4084090478528082769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2666597392027362833/posts/default/4084090478528082769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classic-reminisce.blogspot.com/2010/09/fight-free.html' title='Fight-free'/><author><name>sue fickles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00755171631443027185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/Sq78PqbFTOI/AAAAAAAAEYk/iHIqpG__dHY/S220/P1010165.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TI5PkdVxIyI/AAAAAAAAF1Q/oIEVSB1YyB8/s72-c/2010-09-14.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2666597392027362833.post-544461092543028917</id><published>2010-09-13T13:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T00:44:06.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>we learn we grow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TI5BXOSxOCI/AAAAAAAAF0w/xY5aQRy_wHo/s1600/2010-09-09+13.00.22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 419px; height: 314px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TI5BXOSxOCI/AAAAAAAAF0w/xY5aQRy_wHo/s400/2010-09-09+13.00.22.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516418460805052450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TI5BWzL1xuI/AAAAAAAAF0o/OM299cewGkk/s1600/2010-09-09+12.59.51.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 423px; height: 317px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TI5BWzL1xuI/AAAAAAAAF0o/OM299cewGkk/s400/2010-09-09+12.59.51.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516418453528233698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TI5BWfLtC7I/AAAAAAAAF0g/8M55UcGuYLI/s1600/2010-09-09+12.56.14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 324px; height: 432px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TI5BWfLtC7I/AAAAAAAAF0g/8M55UcGuYLI/s400/2010-09-09+12.56.14.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516418448158952370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TI5BIQ0n8cI/AAAAAAAAF0Y/Xp50BUXjMk4/s1600/2010-09-09+12.57.20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 327px; height: 436px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TI5BIQ0n8cI/AAAAAAAAF0Y/Xp50BUXjMk4/s400/2010-09-09+12.57.20.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516418203785884098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TI5BIH0z8II/AAAAAAAAF0Q/-IzbE_zG2sM/s1600/2010-09-09+12.56.37.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 326px; height: 434px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TI5BIH0z8II/AAAAAAAAF0Q/-IzbE_zG2sM/s400/2010-09-09+12.56.37.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516418201370751106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TI5BHd6euII/AAAAAAAAF0A/xxf2hpzFLuk/s1600/2010-09-09+12.55.47.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 426px; height: 318px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TI5BHd6euII/AAAAAAAAF0A/xxf2hpzFLuk/s400/2010-09-09+12.55.47.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516418190120237186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TI5BHB757aI/AAAAAAAAFz4/v9DtQ7Y-3A0/s1600/2010-09-09+12.56.04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 428px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TI5BHB757aI/AAAAAAAAFz4/v9DtQ7Y-3A0/s400/2010-09-09+12.56.04.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516418182610021794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;honestly speaking, to me, what happened today was like a blessing in disguise. it was really unexpected and unintentional but at the end of the day i felt as though it happen for a reason. i know sometimes my flaws keep coming in the way, but i'm just grateful that you still choose to stay. you take this relationship to a whole new level and i really admire you for that. at times you can really test my patience but deep down i know you care a lot for me, for this relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; we may not be the most perfect couple but we fit like a puzzle. we complete each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xoxo sue&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/2666597392027362833-544461092543028917?l=classic-reminisce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classic-reminisce.blogspot.com/feeds/544461092543028917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2666597392027362833&amp;postID=544461092543028917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2666597392027362833/posts/default/544461092543028917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2666597392027362833/posts/default/544461092543028917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classic-reminisce.blogspot.com/2010/09/honestly-speaking-to-me-what-happened.html' title='we learn we grow'/><author><name>sue fickles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00755171631443027185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/Sq78PqbFTOI/AAAAAAAAEYk/iHIqpG__dHY/S220/P1010165.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TI5BXOSxOCI/AAAAAAAAF0w/xY5aQRy_wHo/s72-c/2010-09-09+13.00.22.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2666597392027362833.post-2040872222589102767</id><published>2010-09-10T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T00:12:45.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Selamat Hari Raya kawan-kawan!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TIziRrOOsmI/AAAAAAAAFzI/ygfGAARMjeg/s1600/IMG00326-20100910-1854.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 337px; height: 449px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TIziRrOOsmI/AAAAAAAAFzI/ygfGAARMjeg/s400/IMG00326-20100910-1854.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516032436910076514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st day of Raya was pretty much exciting. Grey &amp;amp; Red is the colour of my outfit this year. Anggun not? Haha. It's been a while since I last saw all my beloved uncles, aunties, cousins and not to forget all my cutie little nephews and nieces. Ya ampun all my nephews and nieces so cute, every time I see them I gigit-gigit their cheek. Had a real good catch up with all my favourite people. But I still feel sedih cos everyone is driving except for me. If not for a fail, I would have drive and have a Glomour Raya. Well, maybe that's one of the reason why I'm not really looking forward to this year Raya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand , mummy is having an Open House this coming weekend and I'm still thinking who to invite over. Of course I rather want my bf and our friends over at my place but it's only the 2nd week of raya. They probably have other visiting to do so we shall see how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Selamat Hari Raya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; kawan-kawan and all the lovely people out there. May you forgive me if I ever offended you in any way be it verbally or physically. And may all the hates and grudges turn into love. Have a good Raya. Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;Xoxo sue&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/2666597392027362833-2040872222589102767?l=classic-reminisce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classic-reminisce.blogspot.com/feeds/2040872222589102767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2666597392027362833&amp;postID=2040872222589102767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2666597392027362833/posts/default/2040872222589102767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2666597392027362833/posts/default/2040872222589102767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classic-reminisce.blogspot.com/2010/09/selamat-hari-raya-kawan-kawan.html' title='Selamat Hari Raya kawan-kawan!'/><author><name>sue fickles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00755171631443027185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/Sq78PqbFTOI/AAAAAAAAEYk/iHIqpG__dHY/S220/P1010165.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TIziRrOOsmI/AAAAAAAAFzI/ygfGAARMjeg/s72-c/IMG00326-20100910-1854.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2666597392027362833.post-7680969746075885027</id><published>2010-09-09T21:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T22:13:08.045+08:00</updated><title type='text'>At war, with myself. Argh.</title><content type='html'>I think I have issues with myself. I pretty much don't know what I want in life. I'm very indecisive and fickle minded at the same time. If there's a competition for this, I'll sure earn myself the first place. But really, I think I got issues. I'm at war at myself. It's really sad because the harm that I cause does not only impact on me but the person I love especially my boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the same time it's becoming tad tiring tolerating myself for this kind of issues. One moment I want something desperately, the next moment I want to throw it and than I find myself living in regret. Am I the only one like this or is there someone out there that have this kind of similarity? If it's a visible bond in my body, I wish to break it real bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What. Am. I. Suppose. To. Do. To. Myself?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2666597392027362833-7680969746075885027?l=classic-reminisce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classic-reminisce.blogspot.com/feeds/7680969746075885027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2666597392027362833&amp;postID=7680969746075885027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2666597392027362833/posts/default/7680969746075885027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2666597392027362833/posts/default/7680969746075885027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classic-reminisce.blogspot.com/2010/09/at-war-with-myself-argh.html' title='At war, with myself. Argh.'/><author><name>sue fickles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00755171631443027185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/Sq78PqbFTOI/AAAAAAAAEYk/iHIqpG__dHY/S220/P1010165.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2666597392027362833.post-5292057299128444024</id><published>2010-09-05T23:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T23:41:50.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Botanical Garden</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TIO0bTCRf4I/AAAAAAAAFyo/NWRfMuEK3TQ/s1600/59189_432535142621_613447621_4861990_450901_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 440px; height: 293px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TIO0bTCRf4I/AAAAAAAAFyo/NWRfMuEK3TQ/s400/59189_432535142621_613447621_4861990_450901_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513448749890895746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On one of the lovely afternoon, we had a short sweet picnic at Botanical Garden. I supposed to get up early and train to Rae's place but I overslept so I ended up meeting them at Orchard. I thought I was late but I'm the first to reach instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the hot weather, we had a good time catching up with each other. We talked about almost everything you name it. We were so indulged in our convo that soon we had to pack and leave because it's turning dark. Of course we get to see the beautiful sunset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TIO0bNwzBJI/AAAAAAAAFyg/M_6tgkUn7BM/s1600/59189_432535147621_613447621_4861991_225285_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 439px; height: 293px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TIO0bNwzBJI/AAAAAAAAFyg/M_6tgkUn7BM/s400/59189_432535147621_613447621_4861991_225285_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513448748475417746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TIOz50PAbVI/AAAAAAAAFyY/jwEh06DESzI/s1600/58456_432535062621_613447621_4861986_2047632_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 439px; height: 292px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TIOz50PAbVI/AAAAAAAAFyY/jwEh06DESzI/s400/58456_432535062621_613447621_4861986_2047632_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513448174687120722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TIOz5qDDD1I/AAAAAAAAFyQ/R_WX88lAhhQ/s1600/58456_432535057621_613447621_4861985_7865632_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 439px; height: 293px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TIOz5qDDD1I/AAAAAAAAFyQ/R_WX88lAhhQ/s400/58456_432535057621_613447621_4861985_7865632_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513448171952607058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TIOz5UVN1HI/AAAAAAAAFyI/xBGNRfGBUNI/s1600/47253_432534472621_613447621_4861980_5982236_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 437px; height: 291px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TIOz5UVN1HI/AAAAAAAAFyI/xBGNRfGBUNI/s400/47253_432534472621_613447621_4861980_5982236_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513448166123230322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TIOz5GR9UEI/AAAAAAAAFyA/MJJ1Y_gMmJ4/s1600/47253_432534462621_613447621_4861978_4299431_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 436px; height: 290px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TIOz5GR9UEI/AAAAAAAAFyA/MJJ1Y_gMmJ4/s400/47253_432534462621_613447621_4861978_4299431_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513448162351468610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TIOz4iONMZI/AAAAAAAAFx4/oTG8oII0_9I/s1600/47253_432534457621_613447621_4861977_7627546_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 436px; height: 291px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TIOz4iONMZI/AAAAAAAAFx4/oTG8oII0_9I/s400/47253_432534457621_613447621_4861977_7627546_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513448152672055698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TIOzh3NoRXI/AAAAAAAAFxw/qNG0jjoC4rA/s1600/46613_432532487621_613447621_4861960_7437170_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 435px; height: 290px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TIOzh3NoRXI/AAAAAAAAFxw/qNG0jjoC4rA/s400/46613_432532487621_613447621_4861960_7437170_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513447763169789298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TIOzhuCpEfI/AAAAAAAAFxo/FCkAM-J8JMo/s1600/46553_432537312621_613447621_4862056_3246975_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 434px; height: 289px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TIOzhuCpEfI/AAAAAAAAFxo/FCkAM-J8JMo/s400/46553_432537312621_613447621_4862056_3246975_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513447760707785202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bus back to Whee Lock's starbucks and continue with to chill and tell more stories. I was really craving for sushi. Perhaps next time at the usual place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TIOzhVZh4jI/AAAAAAAAFxg/nZMo76TfRZs/s1600/46553_432537332621_613447621_4862060_755682_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 433px; height: 287px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TIOzhVZh4jI/AAAAAAAAFxg/nZMo76TfRZs/s400/46553_432537332621_613447621_4862060_755682_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513447754092896818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TIOzhGMGQxI/AAAAAAAAFxY/Uv5RL8CoUT4/s1600/46553_432537337621_613447621_4862061_2103012_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 435px; height: 295px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TIOzhGMGQxI/AAAAAAAAFxY/Uv5RL8CoUT4/s400/46553_432537337621_613447621_4862061_2103012_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513447750010028818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TIOzgsulfII/AAAAAAAAFxQ/dgN4376I-iE/s1600/46553_432537322621_613447621_4862058_5392947_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 432px; height: 288px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TIOzgsulfII/AAAAAAAAFxQ/dgN4376I-iE/s400/46553_432537322621_613447621_4862058_5392947_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513447743175359618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Xoxo sue&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/2666597392027362833-5292057299128444024?l=classic-reminisce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classic-reminisce.blogspot.com/feeds/5292057299128444024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2666597392027362833&amp;postID=5292057299128444024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2666597392027362833/posts/default/5292057299128444024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2666597392027362833/posts/default/5292057299128444024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classic-reminisce.blogspot.com/2010/09/botanical-garden.html' title='Botanical Garden'/><author><name>sue fickles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00755171631443027185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/Sq78PqbFTOI/AAAAAAAAEYk/iHIqpG__dHY/S220/P1010165.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TIO0bTCRf4I/AAAAAAAAFyo/NWRfMuEK3TQ/s72-c/59189_432535142621_613447621_4861990_450901_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2666597392027362833.post-1991427945410743632</id><published>2010-09-04T01:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T01:31:14.714+08:00</updated><title type='text'>to you with love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TIEwbEMAnAI/AAAAAAAAFw4/gSt9eP-EnUQ/s1600/2010-09-02+20.45.27.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 431px; height: 323px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TIEwbEMAnAI/AAAAAAAAFw4/gSt9eP-EnUQ/s400/2010-09-02+20.45.27.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512740660416912386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;15months!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;No, he doesn’t always make me happy. There are times when I really just want to punch him in the face, get up and walk away because it seems so much easier. But that’s not what true love is about. It’s about learning to forgive him for his mistakes, not holding grudges and bringing up the past. It’s about learning to love and admire him even more for all the small imperfections, because not one person on this earth is perfect. It’s about discovering something new about each other every day, and falling in love all over again every time you look into his eyes. It’s about understanding and working through problems, not just giving up when something goes wrong. True love wasn’t meant to be easy, but it’s definitely worth it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I love you very much loverboy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Xoxo Sue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&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/2666597392027362833-1991427945410743632?l=classic-reminisce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classic-reminisce.blogspot.com/feeds/1991427945410743632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2666597392027362833&amp;postID=1991427945410743632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2666597392027362833/posts/default/1991427945410743632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2666597392027362833/posts/default/1991427945410743632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classic-reminisce.blogspot.com/2010/09/to-you-with-love.html' title='to you with love'/><author><name>sue fickles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00755171631443027185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/Sq78PqbFTOI/AAAAAAAAEYk/iHIqpG__dHY/S220/P1010165.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TIEwbEMAnAI/AAAAAAAAFw4/gSt9eP-EnUQ/s72-c/2010-09-02+20.45.27.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2666597392027362833.post-8119412744068327326</id><published>2010-09-01T01:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T01:37:35.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TIExMII2mAI/AAAAAAAAFxA/rm2O80ZWLf0/s1600/Desktop2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 485px; height: 485px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TIExMII2mAI/AAAAAAAAFxA/rm2O80ZWLf0/s400/Desktop2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512741503291004930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/2666597392027362833-8119412744068327326?l=classic-reminisce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classic-reminisce.blogspot.com/feeds/8119412744068327326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2666597392027362833&amp;postID=8119412744068327326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2666597392027362833/posts/default/8119412744068327326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2666597392027362833/posts/default/8119412744068327326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classic-reminisce.blogspot.com/2010/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>sue fickles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00755171631443027185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/Sq78PqbFTOI/AAAAAAAAEYk/iHIqpG__dHY/S220/P1010165.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TIExMII2mAI/AAAAAAAAFxA/rm2O80ZWLf0/s72-c/Desktop2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2666597392027362833.post-2804974212562880568</id><published>2010-08-31T06:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T01:50:12.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TIEyeKPKJgI/AAAAAAAAFxI/3-aS64ufABE/s1600/Desktop3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 473px; height: 473px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TIEyeKPKJgI/AAAAAAAAFxI/3-aS64ufABE/s400/Desktop3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512742912603596290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, I've been breaking my fast either with loverboy or my friends.&lt;br /&gt;One of the days, I met my boys and we went to dine in at Lerk Thai. The tom yum is really satisfying and I just can't seem to have enough of that tom yum!&lt;br /&gt;The other days were spent with loverboy @ eighteen chefs and also tong seng cause I was craving for foods from both of the eating place. I remember having my swensen ice-cream, almond mocha after how many days of whining to loverboy. We even had a movie date, a long distance. Blog soon.&lt;br /&gt;Xoxo sue.&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/2666597392027362833-2804974212562880568?l=classic-reminisce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classic-reminisce.blogspot.com/feeds/2804974212562880568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2666597392027362833&amp;postID=2804974212562880568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2666597392027362833/posts/default/2804974212562880568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2666597392027362833/posts/default/2804974212562880568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classic-reminisce.blogspot.com/2010/08/lately-ive-been-breaking-my-fast-either.html' title=''/><author><name>sue fickles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00755171631443027185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/Sq78PqbFTOI/AAAAAAAAEYk/iHIqpG__dHY/S220/P1010165.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TIEyeKPKJgI/AAAAAAAAFxI/3-aS64ufABE/s72-c/Desktop3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2666597392027362833.post-8532671990050454951</id><published>2010-08-24T03:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T15:41:20.402+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lovely girls</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/THdqdrtOZkI/AAAAAAAAFwI/nnBgBX6YqVQ/s1600/39964_426358748029_600698029_5171101_970046_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 414px; height: 310px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/THdqdrtOZkI/AAAAAAAAFwI/nnBgBX6YqVQ/s400/39964_426358748029_600698029_5171101_970046_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509989727292253762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of weeks ago. With the girls for some after hour party. The DJ plays boring music but I sure did had fun with them. Shall have our ladies night soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Xoxo Sue&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/2666597392027362833-8532671990050454951?l=classic-reminisce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classic-reminisce.blogspot.com/feeds/8532671990050454951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2666597392027362833&amp;postID=8532671990050454951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2666597392027362833/posts/default/8532671990050454951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2666597392027362833/posts/default/8532671990050454951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classic-reminisce.blogspot.com/2010/08/lovely-girls.html' title='Lovely girls'/><author><name>sue fickles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00755171631443027185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/Sq78PqbFTOI/AAAAAAAAEYk/iHIqpG__dHY/S220/P1010165.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/THdqdrtOZkI/AAAAAAAAFwI/nnBgBX6YqVQ/s72-c/39964_426358748029_600698029_5171101_970046_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2666597392027362833.post-2400501840686370213</id><published>2010-08-23T14:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T15:30:41.148+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Best kway Teow?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/THdgLJKZomI/AAAAAAAAFwA/y7gLXq1Q38g/s1600/2010-08-23+19.01.04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 275px; height: 368px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/THdgLJKZomI/AAAAAAAAFwA/y7gLXq1Q38g/s400/2010-08-23+19.01.04.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509978413665460834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Monday, loverboy &amp;amp; I went to catch step up 3 @ Cathay. Should have caught 3D instead. Two thumbs up for the movie. Nice songs plus nice dancing moves. But I prefer the main guy lead in Step Up 1 instead or Step Up 3. Obviously Channing Tatum is hotter and he is way romantic especially when he does the eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After which we supposed to Iftar with Shaq, Hazirah, Hafiz, Fahmy &amp;amp; Telo @ kembangan. It was raining so we had no choice but to leave the poor bike &amp;amp; cab over. Had kway teow, the best kway teow I ever taste?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I'm still early for my midnight shift, we chilled @ Hafiz's place. Had plenty of things to talk about cause for the record, we had some common interest. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought work was gonna be boring I mean what's new right. But today was a little fun with all the pranks especially the yellow shirt red hair guy! Can't believe I fell for it -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xoxo Sue&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2666597392027362833-2400501840686370213?l=classic-reminisce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classic-reminisce.blogspot.com/feeds/2400501840686370213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2666597392027362833&amp;postID=2400501840686370213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2666597392027362833/posts/default/2400501840686370213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2666597392027362833/posts/default/2400501840686370213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classic-reminisce.blogspot.com/2010/08/best-kway-teow.html' title='Best kway Teow?'/><author><name>sue fickles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00755171631443027185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/Sq78PqbFTOI/AAAAAAAAEYk/iHIqpG__dHY/S220/P1010165.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/THdgLJKZomI/AAAAAAAAFwA/y7gLXq1Q38g/s72-c/2010-08-23+19.01.04.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2666597392027362833.post-5168060305604382777</id><published>2010-08-21T20:36:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T21:33:43.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Majorly In Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TG_I_gbPQDI/AAAAAAAAFvo/7oK_mPOw2UQ/s1600/2010-08-20+18.57.23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TG_I_gbPQDI/AAAAAAAAFvo/7oK_mPOw2UQ/s400/2010-08-20+18.57.23.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507841862658900018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TG_I_FyrY2I/AAAAAAAAFvg/cuUluUyvSSw/s1600/2010-08-20+18.57.56.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TG_I_FyrY2I/AAAAAAAAFvg/cuUluUyvSSw/s400/2010-08-20+18.57.56.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507841855509455714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, I iftar with loverboy at Tong Seng. Since it was still mad early, we reserved a sit for 2.(tong seng pon ade such thing as reservation haha!) We went to shop for loverboy's new clothes and I'm the one who get so excited about it. Mata merah aje nmpk baju lawa2. My money all for my driving pracs. But whatever cause I'll soon to get my license in a couple of days. So tension the feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TG_IlQLV9mI/AAAAAAAAFvY/0xDJOTgo_DA/s1600/2010-08-20+19.53.54.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TG_IlQLV9mI/AAAAAAAAFvY/0xDJOTgo_DA/s400/2010-08-20+19.53.54.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507841411620664930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da kenyang abeh muke busuk eh. Anyway we had fried fish soup, mee pok chicken mushroom and sui man dipped with sambal. Sedappp giler. After which we head down to Telo's photoshoot place. I have always wanted to make that place, a house of mine. Small yet so cosy. Got spiral staircase some more, I like! Than we teman F &amp;amp; H to get their bike. Squeezing in between cars is not a laughing matter. My heart beat kuat giler sampai I have to hug loverboy tight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TG_Ik5j8FNI/AAAAAAAAFvQ/Gilm6WwBS0g/s1600/2010-08-20+20.27.32.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 428px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TG_Ik5j8FNI/AAAAAAAAFvQ/Gilm6WwBS0g/s400/2010-08-20+20.27.32.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507841405549810898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember vividly in my mind what loverboy said after he tried the ktm4 ride.&lt;br /&gt;"this already make my day" -.-&lt;br /&gt;but still i love you and i dont care what bike you ride cos i'll be driving you around soon. chey. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TG_IkfOMU3I/AAAAAAAAFvI/1IReq_33_W0/s1600/2010-08-20+20.27.48.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 431px; height: 323px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TG_IkfOMU3I/AAAAAAAAFvI/1IReq_33_W0/s400/2010-08-20+20.27.48.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507841398479278962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TG_Ijx3X_PI/AAAAAAAAFvA/xjkaJw7cgU0/s1600/2010-08-20+20.29.13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 433px; height: 324px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TG_Ijx3X_PI/AAAAAAAAFvA/xjkaJw7cgU0/s400/2010-08-20+20.29.13.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507841386303978738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TG_IjQxs1uI/AAAAAAAAFu4/dNtIjdbIx9E/s1600/2010-08-20+20.29.32.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 435px; height: 326px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TG_IjQxs1uI/AAAAAAAAFu4/dNtIjdbIx9E/s400/2010-08-20+20.29.32.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507841377421809378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TG_K_NVXwMI/AAAAAAAAFvw/CicCTM9iETM/s1600/the-expendables-movie-poster1-404x600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 301px; height: 447px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TG_K_NVXwMI/AAAAAAAAFvw/CicCTM9iETM/s400/the-expendables-movie-poster1-404x600.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507844056557273282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lepas tu, we went back to Telo's place to fetch Telo. Wish shaq was around. The last time we met, we can barely stop talking. The boys went off while loverboy and I went to catch The Expendables @ Shaw Bugis. Wanted to watch Step Up3 but tickets are sold out fast everywhere. What do you expect, friday night kan. I like the movie very much eventhough it can be brutal and violence at some scene. That basically sum up my friday night with loverboy. Can't wait for another date with him. I miss him already. Thanks baby for all the good treats.&lt;br /&gt;Xoxo Sue.&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/2666597392027362833-5168060305604382777?l=classic-reminisce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classic-reminisce.blogspot.com/feeds/5168060305604382777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2666597392027362833&amp;postID=5168060305604382777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2666597392027362833/posts/default/5168060305604382777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2666597392027362833/posts/default/5168060305604382777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classic-reminisce.blogspot.com/2010/08/majorly-in-love.html' title='Majorly In Love'/><author><name>sue fickles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00755171631443027185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/Sq78PqbFTOI/AAAAAAAAEYk/iHIqpG__dHY/S220/P1010165.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TG_I_gbPQDI/AAAAAAAAFvo/7oK_mPOw2UQ/s72-c/2010-08-20+18.57.23.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2666597392027362833.post-2967846976119807941</id><published>2010-08-16T03:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T16:08:03.708+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You are my ultimate sugar rush</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TGpCG8WD92I/AAAAAAAAFuw/rplvovWttQU/s1600/2010-08-15+19.04.52.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 423px; height: 315px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TGpCG8WD92I/AAAAAAAAFuw/rplvovWttQU/s400/2010-08-15+19.04.52.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506286181459162978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TGpCGnZnMaI/AAAAAAAAFuo/vn9Z6GZSxp8/s1600/2010-08-15+19.07.36.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 426px; height: 318px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TGpCGnZnMaI/AAAAAAAAFuo/vn9Z6GZSxp8/s400/2010-08-15+19.07.36.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506286175836909986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TGpCGdkEnZI/AAAAAAAAFug/UP1ao5QlzdA/s1600/2010-08-15+18.56.48.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 427px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TGpCGdkEnZI/AAAAAAAAFug/UP1ao5QlzdA/s400/2010-08-15+18.56.48.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506286173196426642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TGpCGG2_9CI/AAAAAAAAFuY/ebCxmnsEm1A/s1600/2010-08-15+20.38.07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 429px; height: 319px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TGpCGG2_9CI/AAAAAAAAFuY/ebCxmnsEm1A/s400/2010-08-15+20.38.07.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506286167101797410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TGpBRMywA5I/AAAAAAAAFt4/hOSMo-ai6-A/s1600/2010-08-15+20.38.33.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 432px; height: 321px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TGpBRMywA5I/AAAAAAAAFt4/hOSMo-ai6-A/s400/2010-08-15+20.38.33.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506285258161521554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TGpAG3huUXI/AAAAAAAAFtw/2gSZFSermyM/s1600/2010-08-15+22.23.30.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 433px; height: 323px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TGpAG3huUXI/AAAAAAAAFtw/2gSZFSermyM/s400/2010-08-15+22.23.30.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506283981142643058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TGpAGNrOEzI/AAAAAAAAFto/46gszsk4tmw/s1600/2010-08-15+22.28.10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 434px; height: 324px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TGpAGNrOEzI/AAAAAAAAFto/46gszsk4tmw/s400/2010-08-15+22.28.10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506283969908183858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TGpAFxmTPQI/AAAAAAAAFtg/agWLzg17fDA/s1600/2010-08-15+22.31.13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 433px; height: 324px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TGpAFxmTPQI/AAAAAAAAFtg/agWLzg17fDA/s400/2010-08-15+22.31.13.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506283962371357954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TGpAFsuLR-I/AAAAAAAAFtY/56PpzRtYdjI/s1600/2010-08-15+22.31.56.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 333px; height: 444px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TGpAFsuLR-I/AAAAAAAAFtY/56PpzRtYdjI/s400/2010-08-15+22.31.56.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506283961062213602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TGpAFBOxAgI/AAAAAAAAFtQ/tQqC8rcyaXU/s1600/2010-08-17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 333px; height: 442px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TGpAFBOxAgI/AAAAAAAAFtQ/tQqC8rcyaXU/s400/2010-08-17.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506283949387743746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Break fast @ Eighteen Chefs.&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful night ride scenery to Marina.&lt;br /&gt;High skyscrapers. Awesome lighting.  &lt;br /&gt;Click 5 concert. Krazy screamer crowds.&lt;br /&gt;Pretty colourful fireworks.&lt;br /&gt;Surprising night from loverboy.&lt;br /&gt;Xoxo, Sue&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/2666597392027362833-2967846976119807941?l=classic-reminisce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classic-reminisce.blogspot.com/feeds/2967846976119807941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2666597392027362833&amp;postID=2967846976119807941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2666597392027362833/posts/default/2967846976119807941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2666597392027362833/posts/default/2967846976119807941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classic-reminisce.blogspot.com/2010/08/you-are-my-ultimate-sugar-rush.html' title='You are my ultimate sugar rush'/><author><name>sue fickles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00755171631443027185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/Sq78PqbFTOI/AAAAAAAAEYk/iHIqpG__dHY/S220/P1010165.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TGpCG8WD92I/AAAAAAAAFuw/rplvovWttQU/s72-c/2010-08-15+19.04.52.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2666597392027362833.post-786679747426913238</id><published>2010-08-14T17:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T16:14:50.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My TopMan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;You might not have everything,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but you have enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And enough is everything to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;♥ Danial&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Xoxo, Sue&lt;/span&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/2666597392027362833-786679747426913238?l=classic-reminisce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classic-reminisce.blogspot.com/feeds/786679747426913238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2666597392027362833&amp;postID=786679747426913238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2666597392027362833/posts/default/786679747426913238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2666597392027362833/posts/default/786679747426913238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classic-reminisce.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-nak-camera.html' title='My TopMan'/><author><name>sue fickles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00755171631443027185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/Sq78PqbFTOI/AAAAAAAAEYk/iHIqpG__dHY/S220/P1010165.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2666597392027362833.post-6236945481128272929</id><published>2010-08-07T05:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T15:10:26.507+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby you're tweenteen not twenty!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Friday night was meant for a surprise for loverboy's twen-teen. After school, we head home to get some rest. He fetch me at my place at around 10pm where we ride all the way to Orchard. He was still clueless actually to where I'll be bringging him. We basically walk around Orchard, bumped into a couple of his friends, have some catch while waiting for the clock to strike 12am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was almost 12am when his birthday surprise came, which was his close friends and their gfs. Total of 5 couples. You guys should see how happy this boy was. So sad we didn't snap pictures together! It would have been a great surprise if the cake and the blindfold was included. Such a waste but O well, glad loverboy is happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made our move to Cine where we caught The Last Airbender cause he love watching Avatar so much! We had late supper at 3ish where we bumped into his another group of friends. We were both so exhausted so went home to get some rest for another day out tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Love You Loverboy!&lt;br /&gt;Happy Tween-teen Birthday!&lt;br /&gt;Xoxo Sue.&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/2666597392027362833-6236945481128272929?l=classic-reminisce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classic-reminisce.blogspot.com/feeds/6236945481128272929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2666597392027362833&amp;postID=6236945481128272929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2666597392027362833/posts/default/6236945481128272929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2666597392027362833/posts/default/6236945481128272929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classic-reminisce.blogspot.com/2010/08/baby-youre-tweenteen-not-twenty.html' title='Baby you&apos;re tweenteen not twenty!'/><author><name>sue fickles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00755171631443027185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/Sq78PqbFTOI/AAAAAAAAEYk/iHIqpG__dHY/S220/P1010165.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2666597392027362833.post-6474645079639666889</id><published>2010-08-05T22:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T22:38:53.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am your Russian Spy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TFrJs9254MI/AAAAAAAAFsw/BlW7rVC9Q-U/s1600/IMG00256-20100803-1027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 426px; height: 319px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TFrJs9254MI/AAAAAAAAFsw/BlW7rVC9Q-U/s400/IMG00256-20100803-1027.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501931669142757570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TFrJsaxBq9I/AAAAAAAAFso/Gu66wB0VUpo/s1600/IMG00264-20100803-1029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 428px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TFrJsaxBq9I/AAAAAAAAFso/Gu66wB0VUpo/s400/IMG00264-20100803-1029.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501931659722861522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TFrJsDKyf0I/AAAAAAAAFsg/pBWdRPhW4M4/s1600/angelina-jolie-salt-movie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 327px; height: 486px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TFrJsDKyf0I/AAAAAAAAFsg/pBWdRPhW4M4/s400/angelina-jolie-salt-movie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501931653388468034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched Salt at Dhoby.&lt;br /&gt;9/10 popcorn.&lt;br /&gt;All the time, we tried to irritate each other.&lt;br /&gt;Lunch at Pastamania.&lt;br /&gt;Supposed to meet the girls at City Hall but was too tired.&lt;br /&gt;O I heard from my classmates my faci bang the door today?&lt;br /&gt;There was once he bang the table and shocked the hell of everyone.&lt;br /&gt;Haha. One day he should try bang his head to the wall. &lt;br /&gt;Not looking forward for school tomorrow. But SO looking forward to my helluya weekend! Cheers. Xoxo sue.&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/2666597392027362833-6474645079639666889?l=classic-reminisce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classic-reminisce.blogspot.com/feeds/6474645079639666889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2666597392027362833&amp;postID=6474645079639666889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2666597392027362833/posts/default/6474645079639666889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2666597392027362833/posts/default/6474645079639666889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classic-reminisce.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-am-your-russian-spy.html' title='I am your Russian Spy.'/><author><name>sue fickles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00755171631443027185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/Sq78PqbFTOI/AAAAAAAAEYk/iHIqpG__dHY/S220/P1010165.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TFrJs9254MI/AAAAAAAAFsw/BlW7rVC9Q-U/s72-c/IMG00256-20100803-1027.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2666597392027362833.post-550699549374601330</id><published>2010-08-04T23:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T22:23:30.239+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I have a lot of feelings for you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;030810, Tuesday, mark our 14months♥(!) Early breakfast at Mac with Loverboy. After which we head down to SingTel to purchase his advance 20th birthday present from his truly princess. Since his birthday falls on Saturday, I really think queuing up on Saturday morning will be a nightmare to start his birthday. Thus the advance birthday present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TFq5meRGPkI/AAAAAAAAFsY/UxDs79WOHMA/s1600/IMG00255-20100803-0945.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 418px; height: 312px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TFq5meRGPkI/AAAAAAAAFsY/UxDs79WOHMA/s400/IMG00255-20100803-0945.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501913965397425730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TFq5mLM0bvI/AAAAAAAAFsQ/vclWigSRfsE/s1600/IMG00253-20100803-0944.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 418px; height: 313px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TFq5mLM0bvI/AAAAAAAAFsQ/vclWigSRfsE/s400/IMG00253-20100803-0944.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501913960279207666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TFq5fxvdtVI/AAAAAAAAFsI/RmY9ii_Hkqg/s1600/IMG00257-20100803-1027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 343px; height: 457px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TFq5fxvdtVI/AAAAAAAAFsI/RmY9ii_Hkqg/s400/IMG00257-20100803-1027.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501913850365982034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TFq5fRjoZDI/AAAAAAAAFsA/DqiAwIH4U48/s1600/IMG00260-20100803-1028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 411px; height: 306px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TFq5fRjoZDI/AAAAAAAAFsA/DqiAwIH4U48/s400/IMG00260-20100803-1028.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501913841726415922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TFq5fL1yBuI/AAAAAAAAFr4/-xvOkbWVME8/s1600/IMG00262-20100803-1028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 414px; height: 312px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TFq5fL1yBuI/AAAAAAAAFr4/-xvOkbWVME8/s400/IMG00262-20100803-1028.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501913840191932130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TFq5e_g7RhI/AAAAAAAAFrw/S4toovJ8j7A/s1600/IMG00263-20100803-1029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 418px; height: 312px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TFq5e_g7RhI/AAAAAAAAFrw/S4toovJ8j7A/s400/IMG00263-20100803-1029.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501913836883232274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At SingTel. So glad the queue was not that long. But the person who attend to us took quite some time to settle everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TFq5eRrvFSI/AAAAAAAAFro/BX4U89etAIk/s1600/IMG00266-20100803-1124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 342px; height: 456px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TFq5eRrvFSI/AAAAAAAAFro/BX4U89etAIk/s400/IMG00266-20100803-1124.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501913824580539682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TFq5PpMsqyI/AAAAAAAAFrg/CAzmEm2GPfI/s1600/IMG00268-20100803-1126.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 430px; height: 321px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TFq5PpMsqyI/AAAAAAAAFrg/CAzmEm2GPfI/s400/IMG00268-20100803-1126.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501913573194771234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TFq5PeMMlaI/AAAAAAAAFrY/A-4x4iPQIyk/s1600/IMG00271-20100803-1128.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 432px; height: 321px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TFq5PeMMlaI/AAAAAAAAFrY/A-4x4iPQIyk/s400/IMG00271-20100803-1128.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501913570239878562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before getting the phone -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TFq5PDViXwI/AAAAAAAAFrQ/ahDbEnyQLyM/s1600/IMG00273-20100803-1141.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 433px; height: 322px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TFq5PDViXwI/AAAAAAAAFrQ/ahDbEnyQLyM/s400/IMG00273-20100803-1141.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501913563031297794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After getting the phone :DDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TFq5O81YcxI/AAAAAAAAFrI/hjv8GZGQO-I/s1600/IMG00274-20100803-1200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 346px; height: 461px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TFq5O81YcxI/AAAAAAAAFrI/hjv8GZGQO-I/s400/IMG00274-20100803-1200.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501913561285817106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TFq43B7u8UI/AAAAAAAAFrA/nN2-oe811tU/s1600/IMG00277-20100803-1303.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 431px; height: 322px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TFq43B7u8UI/AAAAAAAAFrA/nN2-oe811tU/s400/IMG00277-20100803-1303.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501913150337773890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After which, we head down to Bugis.&lt;br /&gt;Loverboy busy with his new phone.&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time I was talking to myself because I thought he was tagging behind me but the truth is, he was standing one corner fiddling with his phone.&lt;br /&gt;Me: What's new?&lt;br /&gt;Loverboy: *Showing me 4-6 new applications downloaded to his phone with a wide smile*&lt;br /&gt;Me: Seriously?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TFq42zTrLwI/AAAAAAAAFq4/uX6j3CYGxPc/s1600/IMG00278-20100803-1505.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 431px; height: 323px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TFq42zTrLwI/AAAAAAAAFq4/uX6j3CYGxPc/s400/IMG00278-20100803-1505.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501913146411659010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TFq42k7S-kI/AAAAAAAAFqw/XjjYkjNZhlE/s1600/IMG00279-20100803-1507.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 432px; height: 323px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TFq42k7S-kI/AAAAAAAAFqw/XjjYkjNZhlE/s400/IMG00279-20100803-1507.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501913142551312962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much at Bugis so we train down to Somerset, where I was left alone to shop in the 4-storey high, Forever21, while Loverboy attend to his new phone AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;After I'm done shopping ...&lt;br /&gt;Me: What's new?&lt;br /&gt;Loverboy: My batt die on me. *with a sad sad face*&lt;br /&gt;Me: *in my heart* thank you God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TFq42ZcNaqI/AAAAAAAAFqo/XDPMSdP46os/s1600/IMG00281-20100803-1718.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 433px; height: 324px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TFq42ZcNaqI/AAAAAAAAFqo/XDPMSdP46os/s400/IMG00281-20100803-1718.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501913139468135074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TFq42A9U4iI/AAAAAAAAFqg/SpqY14O2G_U/s1600/IMG00283-20100803-1719.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 434px; height: 324px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TFq42A9U4iI/AAAAAAAAFqg/SpqY14O2G_U/s400/IMG00283-20100803-1719.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501913132896150050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From somerset we walked all the way to Far East. That's when another plan struck in my mind.  The plan is to head down to Sentosa for our skyride. Loverboy didn't have any option but to agree. So we train to Harbour Front.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TFq4BGreNXI/AAAAAAAAFqY/0Aw9ssrQztA/s1600/IMG00286-20100803-1907.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 433px; height: 324px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TFq4BGreNXI/AAAAAAAAFqY/0Aw9ssrQztA/s400/IMG00286-20100803-1907.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501912223898809714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was extremely excited for skyride!!! but not Loverboy. See his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TFq4AwOYNiI/AAAAAAAAFqQ/QwMRYh9N_U4/s1600/IMG00288-20100803-1912.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 433px; height: 324px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TFq4AwOYNiI/AAAAAAAAFqQ/QwMRYh9N_U4/s400/IMG00288-20100803-1912.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501912217871201826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time or should I say all the time he was holding tight to the hand bar. Now I know why he wasn't excited at all. I swear I couldn't stop laughing at him. But it's cute to see him not being macho at all hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TFq4AqhnZpI/AAAAAAAAFqI/1U6wFGXzXEI/s1600/IMG00292-20100803-1919.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 434px; height: 434px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TFq4AqhnZpI/AAAAAAAAFqI/1U6wFGXzXEI/s400/IMG00292-20100803-1919.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501912216341276306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I got Loverboy Samsung Galazy S for his 2oth present. It was his pick so I didn't have any worry about him not liking the phone. By research, this phone is better than iphone4 in terms of surfing the net, downloading stuff, msging and a lot more. Have to admit i'm a little jealous. Feel like changing my blackberry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TFq4AMVMnJI/AAAAAAAAFqA/xR0DNohq1mI/s1600/samsung_galaxy_s_review_sg_39-540x438.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 436px; height: 352px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TFq4AMVMnJI/AAAAAAAAFqA/xR0DNohq1mI/s400/samsung_galaxy_s_review_sg_39-540x438.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501912208236125330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TFq3_noW8yI/AAAAAAAAFp4/lW4qYOrUvec/s1600/samsunf-galaxy-s-review.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 436px; height: 436px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TFq3_noW8yI/AAAAAAAAFp4/lW4qYOrUvec/s400/samsunf-galaxy-s-review.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501912198384382754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was a long night so both of us were extremely tired. But I had to turn up for my chalet. Bus to Tampines. Had supper with Loverboy. Home to clean up and rest a little. Off to chalet at 4am.&lt;br /&gt;The chalet was fucking big and it was 2 storey with 5 bedrooms. If I knew I had come straight from Sentosa to chalet with Loverboy and we could have rest there instead.&lt;br /&gt;I love you Loverboy!&lt;br /&gt;Xoxo sue.&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/2666597392027362833-550699549374601330?l=classic-reminisce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classic-reminisce.blogspot.com/feeds/550699549374601330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2666597392027362833&amp;postID=550699549374601330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2666597392027362833/posts/default/550699549374601330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2666597392027362833/posts/default/550699549374601330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classic-reminisce.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-have-lot-of-feelings-for-you.html' title='I have a lot of feelings for you'/><author><name>sue fickles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00755171631443027185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/Sq78PqbFTOI/AAAAAAAAEYk/iHIqpG__dHY/S220/P1010165.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TFq5meRGPkI/AAAAAAAAFsY/UxDs79WOHMA/s72-c/IMG00255-20100803-0945.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2666597392027362833.post-3759831499558413242</id><published>2010-07-31T15:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T22:40:42.954+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Airplanes in the night sky are shooting stars</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On Friday night... I went to hang out with my lovely classmates after school. We cabbed down to Ang Mo Kio to have our dinner at Suki Sushi. The last time I went to a sushi restaurant was like eons back. We had plenty of good food, from salmon, teriyaki all the way to eel. The very best part was we crowd together in one table to exchange ghost stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TFWAuqQlQJI/AAAAAAAAFpw/47CX2oy4JO8/s1600/IMG00235-20100730-1818.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 430px; height: 322px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TFWAuqQlQJI/AAAAAAAAFpw/47CX2oy4JO8/s400/IMG00235-20100730-1818.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500444059009106066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TFWATwN3-XI/AAAAAAAAFpo/e3bF5pvJHuo/s1600/IMG00236-20100730-1820.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 431px; height: 323px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TFWATwN3-XI/AAAAAAAAFpo/e3bF5pvJHuo/s400/IMG00236-20100730-1820.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500443596751894898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Rae, my bitch who is becoming fatter. Haha. Been together for almost 1 whole year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TFWATsP2QkI/AAAAAAAAFpg/SK5lCvfso6g/s1600/IMG00237-20100730-1820.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 431px; height: 323px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TFWATsP2QkI/AAAAAAAAFpg/SK5lCvfso6g/s400/IMG00237-20100730-1820.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500443595686429250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam and stella. Stella is a one hell of a krazy woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TFWATf3Z4BI/AAAAAAAAFpY/2uwRL_LljCI/s1600/IMG00238-20100730-1820.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 432px; height: 323px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TFWATf3Z4BI/AAAAAAAAFpY/2uwRL_LljCI/s400/IMG00238-20100730-1820.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500443592362680338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new friend, Yida who is super friendly. (he's actually posing for the camera!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TFWASb4WygI/AAAAAAAAFpQ/vrr2MxOtlMc/s1600/IMG00239-20100730-1822.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 434px; height: 325px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TFWASb4WygI/AAAAAAAAFpQ/vrr2MxOtlMc/s400/IMG00239-20100730-1822.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500443574113061378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TFWASFezJ0I/AAAAAAAAFpI/m8KnNt8hylk/s1600/IMG00240-20100730-1822.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 434px; height: 325px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TFWASFezJ0I/AAAAAAAAFpI/m8KnNt8hylk/s400/IMG00240-20100730-1822.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500443568100288322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After which, we went over to a nearby Mac to chill. I have to admit, by far this is one of the nicest Mac I've been. Have to agree all Macs are the same but this offer a great place surrounded with fountains and green trees to relax and chill. I'm quite surprised. And as the night grow older, there are lots of people coming in to dine and chill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TFV_6J7D6tI/AAAAAAAAFpA/2N1VU9wU8Rk/s1600/IMG00246-20100730-2126.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 435px; height: 325px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TFV_6J7D6tI/AAAAAAAAFpA/2N1VU9wU8Rk/s400/IMG00246-20100730-2126.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500443156975708882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TFV_53r89LI/AAAAAAAAFo4/5-JjIH4P398/s1600/IMG00249-20100730-2130.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 437px; height: 327px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TFV_53r89LI/AAAAAAAAFo4/5-JjIH4P398/s400/IMG00249-20100730-2130.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500443152080499890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a couple game of Monopoly Deal and it has been proven that I really suck in this game. Seriously can't they just let me win for once ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TFV_5iEi26I/AAAAAAAAFow/4hagdBAn7Rw/s1600/IMG00242-20100730-2005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 438px; height: 328px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TFV_5iEi26I/AAAAAAAAFow/4hagdBAn7Rw/s400/IMG00242-20100730-2005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500443146278067106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TFV_5aXrOXI/AAAAAAAAFoo/olD0P18fiLU/s1600/IMG00241-20100730-2005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 442px; height: 331px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TFV_5aXrOXI/AAAAAAAAFoo/olD0P18fiLU/s400/IMG00241-20100730-2005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500443144210823538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TFV_4zZI8VI/AAAAAAAAFog/W6tcLwIHTPg/s1600/IMG00245-20100730-2126.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 441px; height: 330px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TFV_4zZI8VI/AAAAAAAAFog/W6tcLwIHTPg/s400/IMG00245-20100730-2126.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500443133747982674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bid goodbye. I pity myself and Mickey because our house are the furthest. Both of us were freaking exhausted but having her company makes me feel less tired. She is such a sweetheart cause she asked me to text her once I reach home.&lt;br /&gt;So yup, that is basically what I did on Friday night :)&lt;br /&gt;Xoxo sue.&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/2666597392027362833-3759831499558413242?l=classic-reminisce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classic-reminisce.blogspot.com/feeds/3759831499558413242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2666597392027362833&amp;postID=3759831499558413242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2666597392027362833/posts/default/3759831499558413242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2666597392027362833/posts/default/3759831499558413242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classic-reminisce.blogspot.com/2010/07/airplanes-in-night-sky-are-shooting.html' title='Airplanes in the night sky are shooting stars'/><author><name>sue fickles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00755171631443027185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/Sq78PqbFTOI/AAAAAAAAEYk/iHIqpG__dHY/S220/P1010165.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TFWAuqQlQJI/AAAAAAAAFpw/47CX2oy4JO8/s72-c/IMG00235-20100730-1818.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2666597392027362833.post-3902677819776357783</id><published>2010-07-29T20:17:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T20:55:15.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pink Flower With Green Nails.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TFF02lSi-NI/AAAAAAAAFoY/ZHM3C0HUE0s/s1600/38338_473201578975_800883975_6523175_7249349_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 429px; height: 342px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TFF02lSi-NI/AAAAAAAAFoY/ZHM3C0HUE0s/s400/38338_473201578975_800883975_6523175_7249349_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499305101067745490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TFF02I3JHjI/AAAAAAAAFoQ/44pccJNhYa4/s1600/38338_473201558975_800883975_6523171_219883_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 429px; height: 342px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TFF02I3JHjI/AAAAAAAAFoQ/44pccJNhYa4/s400/38338_473201558975_800883975_6523171_219883_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499305093436612146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TFFzpa8VV8I/AAAAAAAAFoE/j_Kpeav0M0s/s1600/38925_473201478975_800883975_6523168_3278096_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 431px; height: 343px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TFFzpa8VV8I/AAAAAAAAFoE/j_Kpeav0M0s/s400/38925_473201478975_800883975_6523168_3278096_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499303775440295874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TFFzoQTykBI/AAAAAAAAFn4/ehVZjopG0zI/s1600/39502_473201333975_800883975_6523164_6223651_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 431px; height: 344px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TFFzoQTykBI/AAAAAAAAFn4/ehVZjopG0zI/s400/39502_473201333975_800883975_6523164_6223651_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499303755406020626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TFFzoK6El8I/AAAAAAAAFns/QyCubq1KS3M/s1600/39502_473201323975_800883975_6523162_279120_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 431px; height: 345px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TFFzoK6El8I/AAAAAAAAFns/QyCubq1KS3M/s400/39502_473201323975_800883975_6523162_279120_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499303753955973058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TFFznbeAPZI/AAAAAAAAFng/3MceOng4w7A/s1600/39778_473201248975_800883975_6523161_1742764_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 433px; height: 346px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TFFznbeAPZI/AAAAAAAAFng/3MceOng4w7A/s400/39778_473201248975_800883975_6523161_1742764_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499303741221780882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the holidays draw nearer, I became lazier and unproductive. I wish I 'save' all my 10 days off for the last 2 weeks. But come to think of it, I've been skipping like 1837286372 times for each modules so the 'saving' doesn't really help.Partial myself for the movie Tekken. Well I expected more from the movie so I give it 7/10 popcorns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh I've not been turning up for work since last 2 weeks. My job is getting a little boring. I miss being in retail line. I know I've said this for a zillion times but I just can't commit for long months if I'm still schooling. Perhaps I should wish upon a star that my attachment will be in a retail shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, this may be a little random but to all the girls that have their heart broken, I'm really happy to see you girls bounce back from your fall. I know it take a strong girl to pull everything back together but I'm really glad you girls did it. Well I might not be that close to you girls but I just want to acknowledge the fact that we girls are not that weak.&lt;br /&gt;Xoxo sue.&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/2666597392027362833-3902677819776357783?l=classic-reminisce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classic-reminisce.blogspot.com/feeds/3902677819776357783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2666597392027362833&amp;postID=3902677819776357783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2666597392027362833/posts/default/3902677819776357783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2666597392027362833/posts/default/3902677819776357783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classic-reminisce.blogspot.com/2010/07/pink-flower-with-green-nails.html' title='Pink Flower With Green Nails.'/><author><name>sue fickles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00755171631443027185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/Sq78PqbFTOI/AAAAAAAAEYk/iHIqpG__dHY/S220/P1010165.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TFF02lSi-NI/AAAAAAAAFoY/ZHM3C0HUE0s/s72-c/38338_473201578975_800883975_6523175_7249349_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2666597392027362833.post-9025014686118199916</id><published>2010-07-28T11:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T11:52:16.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TFD2Wvet11I/AAAAAAAAFnY/iCYuiHD3EMs/s1600/IMG00232-20100728-1319.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 429px; height: 321px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TFD2Wvet11I/AAAAAAAAFnY/iCYuiHD3EMs/s400/IMG00232-20100728-1319.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499166015582230354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TFD2WaIUv6I/AAAAAAAAFnQ/D3enWGxMksk/s1600/IMG00233-20100728-1322.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 431px; height: 323px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TFD2WaIUv6I/AAAAAAAAFnQ/D3enWGxMksk/s400/IMG00233-20100728-1322.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499166009851166626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo shoot is really mfkrazy. I'm worried it won't turn out pretty.&lt;br /&gt;So happy my pay is coming. Gonna splurge it on loverboy's 20th!&lt;br /&gt;Xoxo sue.&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/2666597392027362833-9025014686118199916?l=classic-reminisce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classic-reminisce.blogspot.com/feeds/9025014686118199916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2666597392027362833&amp;postID=9025014686118199916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2666597392027362833/posts/default/9025014686118199916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2666597392027362833/posts/default/9025014686118199916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classic-reminisce.blogspot.com/2010/07/photo-shoot-is-really-mfkrazy.html' title=''/><author><name>sue fickles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00755171631443027185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/Sq78PqbFTOI/AAAAAAAAEYk/iHIqpG__dHY/S220/P1010165.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TFD2Wvet11I/AAAAAAAAFnY/iCYuiHD3EMs/s72-c/IMG00232-20100728-1319.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2666597392027362833.post-1772052320728810591</id><published>2010-07-26T01:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T01:32:05.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heels</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TExx8qAHgnI/AAAAAAAAFnI/MBLI6LgWSN8/s1600/IMG00228-20100725-2015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 433px; height: 324px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TExx8qAHgnI/AAAAAAAAFnI/MBLI6LgWSN8/s400/IMG00228-20100725-2015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497894531993404018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TExx8YjoYHI/AAAAAAAAFnA/02zy7mXQY70/s1600/IMG00230-20100725-2015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 430px; height: 321px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TExx8YjoYHI/AAAAAAAAFnA/02zy7mXQY70/s400/IMG00230-20100725-2015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497894527310520434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TExx7zjyAWI/AAAAAAAAFm4/ND3IQTHreog/s1600/IMG00231-20100725-2015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 432px; height: 322px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TExx7zjyAWI/AAAAAAAAFm4/ND3IQTHreog/s400/IMG00231-20100725-2015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497894517379039586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your company was much appreciated. Though you're freaking exhausted after your soccer match, you kept to your promise which I'm really proud of. It was worth the wait. Anyways, I got myself a pretty pair of heels which I have a strong feeling I'll be wearing it for school tomorrow. Oh so much for keeping it for Raya. I love how you, loverboy, give me opinions on all the heels I tried. Good day to end it with dinner at Pastamania and a whole bucket of stories.&lt;br /&gt;I love you Boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;Xoxo sue.&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/2666597392027362833-1772052320728810591?l=classic-reminisce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classic-reminisce.blogspot.com/feeds/1772052320728810591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2666597392027362833&amp;postID=1772052320728810591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2666597392027362833/posts/default/1772052320728810591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2666597392027362833/posts/default/1772052320728810591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classic-reminisce.blogspot.com/2010/07/heels.html' title='Heels'/><author><name>sue fickles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00755171631443027185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/Sq78PqbFTOI/AAAAAAAAEYk/iHIqpG__dHY/S220/P1010165.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TExx8qAHgnI/AAAAAAAAFnI/MBLI6LgWSN8/s72-c/IMG00228-20100725-2015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2666597392027362833.post-6490297481461568812</id><published>2010-07-25T02:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T16:43:53.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tweet Less, Kiss More</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TEv0dcPpPXI/AAAAAAAAFmw/8w3xZRz3ZeE/s1600/IMG00224-20100724-1931.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 328px; height: 435px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TEv0dcPpPXI/AAAAAAAAFmw/8w3xZRz3ZeE/s400/IMG00224-20100724-1931.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497756556771016050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TEv0cYtFuOI/AAAAAAAAFmo/Uc9J7_gWYUQ/s1600/IMG00221-20100724-1930.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 330px; height: 440px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TEv0cYtFuOI/AAAAAAAAFmo/Uc9J7_gWYUQ/s400/IMG00221-20100724-1930.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497756538640906466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TEv0cOgzfHI/AAAAAAAAFmg/VqEuLr3mbzE/s1600/IMG00218-20100724-1930.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 328px; height: 436px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TEv0cOgzfHI/AAAAAAAAFmg/VqEuLr3mbzE/s400/IMG00218-20100724-1930.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497756535905025138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TEv0bkw5DbI/AAAAAAAAFmY/pOyKK4VyqnM/s1600/IMG00219-20100724-1930.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 331px; height: 441px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TEv0bkw5DbI/AAAAAAAAFmY/pOyKK4VyqnM/s400/IMG00219-20100724-1930.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497756524698209714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class="on down" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_JustifyCenter" title="Align Center" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 11);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" alt="Align Center" class="gl_align_center" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TEv0bSn1QOI/AAAAAAAAFmQ/Sgb5dQDsAgA/s1600/IMG00217-20100724-1929.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 334px; height: 444px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TEv0bSn1QOI/AAAAAAAAFmQ/Sgb5dQDsAgA/s400/IMG00217-20100724-1929.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497756519828373730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby I'm so not use to your new racing footrest. But I oh so love today.&lt;br /&gt;Xoxo sue.&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/2666597392027362833-6490297481461568812?l=classic-reminisce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classic-reminisce.blogspot.com/feeds/6490297481461568812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2666597392027362833&amp;postID=6490297481461568812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2666597392027362833/posts/default/6490297481461568812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2666597392027362833/posts/default/6490297481461568812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classic-reminisce.blogspot.com/2010/07/tweet-less-kiss-more.html' title='Tweet Less, Kiss More'/><author><name>sue fickles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00755171631443027185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/Sq78PqbFTOI/AAAAAAAAEYk/iHIqpG__dHY/S220/P1010165.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TEv0dcPpPXI/AAAAAAAAFmw/8w3xZRz3ZeE/s72-c/IMG00224-20100724-1931.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2666597392027362833.post-6226653931884970404</id><published>2010-07-24T04:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T16:15:49.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I participated in the human torch -.-</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I had to cancel my Friday night plan with my two girls just to attend the event that I sign up blindly which is the Human Torch, held at Clarke Quay. Neither of my friends nor myself actually believed that I will participate in such event. To save myself from getting my name in the Black Book, I had to force myself to attend this event. It was really tad tiring but I had my fair share of fun and laughter with the classmate girls especially Nadiah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the event, we had Sezairi on stage to sing for us 4 songs. Most of the girls went krazy especially Meyra. We also had a DJ from Zouk to spin us some club music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When everything is over, we head down to Clarke Quay Riverside to talk and chill out.&lt;br /&gt;It was really nice to spent spent my Friday night talking about love and life. I want to do this again.&lt;br /&gt;Xoxo sue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TEvwBUx2pmI/AAAAAAAAFmI/p5Ixn4lOFis/s1600/38180_1518299998514_1264923342_31459117_6406899_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 437px; height: 327px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TEvwBUx2pmI/AAAAAAAAFmI/p5Ixn4lOFis/s400/38180_1518299998514_1264923342_31459117_6406899_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497751675684169314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/2666597392027362833-6226653931884970404?l=classic-reminisce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classic-reminisce.blogspot.com/feeds/6226653931884970404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2666597392027362833&amp;postID=6226653931884970404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2666597392027362833/posts/default/6226653931884970404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2666597392027362833/posts/default/6226653931884970404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classic-reminisce.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-participated-in-human-torch.html' title='I participated in the human torch -.-'/><author><name>sue fickles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00755171631443027185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/Sq78PqbFTOI/AAAAAAAAEYk/iHIqpG__dHY/S220/P1010165.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TEvwBUx2pmI/AAAAAAAAFmI/p5Ixn4lOFis/s72-c/38180_1518299998514_1264923342_31459117_6406899_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2666597392027362833.post-7381668513108486426</id><published>2010-07-21T15:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T16:01:56.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IT'S SO FLUFFY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TEvsVJcz_7I/AAAAAAAAFmA/u3YrDkI6WeQ/s1600/Despicable-Me-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 468px; height: 237px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TEvsVJcz_7I/AAAAAAAAFmA/u3YrDkI6WeQ/s400/Despicable-Me-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497747618193997746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TEvsU0TjlSI/AAAAAAAAFl4/Zph_hKy2OSk/s1600/despicablehero4_806x453.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 467px; height: 261px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TEvsU0TjlSI/AAAAAAAAFl4/Zph_hKy2OSk/s400/despicablehero4_806x453.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497747612518028578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TEvsUm5T3EI/AAAAAAAAFlw/XNJkTF6etc0/s1600/despicable_me_movie_image_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 470px; height: 238px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TEvsUm5T3EI/AAAAAAAAFlw/XNJkTF6etc0/s400/despicable_me_movie_image_01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497747608918285378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TEvpleHT82I/AAAAAAAAFlo/sFSQA6RQWb4/s1600/Despicable-Me-minions.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 469px; height: 248px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TEvpleHT82I/AAAAAAAAFlo/sFSQA6RQWb4/s400/Despicable-Me-minions.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497744600083985250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I caught Despicable Me with loverboy on wednesday. Not a big fan of cartoon but this movie is not worth the miss. I love watching the minions and the lovely girls. They are so adorable, the whole time I was watching, I keep smiling. I wish I could have one of the minion as my pet. In case you all are wondering what is minions, they are actually the yellow small cute creatures in the movie. Go watch. I don't mind watching it for the second time!&lt;br /&gt;IT'S SO FLUFFFFY!! I can do this for a million time.&lt;br /&gt;Xoxo sue.&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/2666597392027362833-7381668513108486426?l=classic-reminisce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classic-reminisce.blogspot.com/feeds/7381668513108486426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2666597392027362833&amp;postID=7381668513108486426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2666597392027362833/posts/default/7381668513108486426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2666597392027362833/posts/default/7381668513108486426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classic-reminisce.blogspot.com/2010/07/its-so-fluffy.html' title='IT&apos;S SO FLUFFY!'/><author><name>sue fickles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00755171631443027185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/Sq78PqbFTOI/AAAAAAAAEYk/iHIqpG__dHY/S220/P1010165.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TEvsVJcz_7I/AAAAAAAAFmA/u3YrDkI6WeQ/s72-c/Despicable-Me-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2666597392027362833.post-7416941084412094934</id><published>2010-07-20T20:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T12:31:55.511+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TEWYc9CKt8I/AAAAAAAAFlg/2wxBnAP-Smc/s1600/snap_100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 425px; height: 294px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TEWYc9CKt8I/AAAAAAAAFlg/2wxBnAP-Smc/s400/snap_100.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495966543462971330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TEWYcawYlWI/AAAAAAAAFlY/TX7r2aq9zDY/s1600/snap_101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 427px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TEWYcawYlWI/AAAAAAAAFlY/TX7r2aq9zDY/s400/snap_101.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495966534261577058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TEWYcIPyVgI/AAAAAAAAFlQ/FF-cMJRsK_g/s1600/snap_98.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 430px; height: 297px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TEWYcIPyVgI/AAAAAAAAFlQ/FF-cMJRsK_g/s400/snap_98.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495966529293014530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/2666597392027362833-7416941084412094934?l=classic-reminisce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classic-reminisce.blogspot.com/feeds/7416941084412094934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2666597392027362833&amp;postID=7416941084412094934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2666597392027362833/posts/default/7416941084412094934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2666597392027362833/posts/default/7416941084412094934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classic-reminisce.blogspot.com/2010/07/blog-post_20.html' title=''/><author><name>sue fickles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00755171631443027185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/Sq78PqbFTOI/AAAAAAAAEYk/iHIqpG__dHY/S220/P1010165.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TEWYc9CKt8I/AAAAAAAAFlg/2wxBnAP-Smc/s72-c/snap_100.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2666597392027362833.post-8959848105162209917</id><published>2010-07-19T22:56:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T23:56:31.968+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's up with today?</title><content type='html'>A very ugly day today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1. To celebrate Cathay's anniversary today, there are going cashless and only accept free cut out coupons from the newpaper. Die die don't accept cash.&lt;br /&gt;#2. Newspapers all over Causeway and Dowtown is sold out.&lt;br /&gt;No newspaper = No movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3. Bowling at downtown is full.&lt;br /&gt;Because the secondary and primary students are having their 'Bowling CCA'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4. Something wrong with my Blackberry's files which I don't know how to remove it.&lt;br /&gt;Its not as easy as pressing the delete button or reformat it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#5. Stuck with my resumes which dateline is tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#6. Inconsiderate blogshop owners posting their links on my tagboard. Like seriously?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#7. I'm losing my confidence and self esteem. I feel inferior towards E.V.E.R.Y.T.H.I.N.G.&lt;br /&gt;What's happening to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need you loverboy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2666597392027362833-8959848105162209917?l=classic-reminisce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classic-reminisce.blogspot.com/feeds/8959848105162209917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2666597392027362833&amp;postID=8959848105162209917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2666597392027362833/posts/default/8959848105162209917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2666597392027362833/posts/default/8959848105162209917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classic-reminisce.blogspot.com/2010/07/not-my-day.html' title='What&apos;s up with today?'/><author><name>sue fickles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00755171631443027185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/Sq78PqbFTOI/AAAAAAAAEYk/iHIqpG__dHY/S220/P1010165.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2666597392027362833.post-541686195270359741</id><published>2010-07-18T23:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T23:37:11.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cause decisions are in our hand.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's a long weekend. And a tough one too. We were both too indulge with our hectic world call work. Now that the cut off pay is over. I'm looking forward to spent quantity time together with you loverboy. And to have a secret plan and surprise for your coming 20th. Even though you know what your birthday gift is, I shall not defeat lose yet. I'm so excited for you I can't wait for your big day. I know you will love me more for this. July may not be our month but I foresee happiness in August. On 03 Aug, we shall pamper ourselves with good food to celebrate our 14 months. I want to spent 09 Aug watching sparkle colourful fire works with you. With the fasting month approaching, I want to break fast with you, your family, my family, your friends and mine. At the same time, we'll hunt for our perfect couple clothes for Raya Festive. Have a craze for the Bazaar's food and game stations. And when it's Raya, we shall go visiting with all our great friends. Typing all this just make me feel excited about every single thing.&lt;br /&gt;But for the time being, let's make more happy days. I love you.&lt;br /&gt;With love, Sue.&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/2666597392027362833-541686195270359741?l=classic-reminisce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classic-reminisce.blogspot.com/feeds/541686195270359741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2666597392027362833&amp;postID=541686195270359741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2666597392027362833/posts/default/541686195270359741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2666597392027362833/posts/default/541686195270359741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classic-reminisce.blogspot.com/2010/07/cause-decisions-are-in-our-hand.html' title='Cause decisions are in our hand.'/><author><name>sue fickles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00755171631443027185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/Sq78PqbFTOI/AAAAAAAAEYk/iHIqpG__dHY/S220/P1010165.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2666597392027362833.post-117456086367914494</id><published>2010-07-16T15:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T15:59:26.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TEANBxyXbVI/AAAAAAAAFko/5cqhavOBfYg/s1600/IMG00195-20100713-1253.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 453px; height: 339px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TEANBxyXbVI/AAAAAAAAFko/5cqhavOBfYg/s400/IMG00195-20100713-1253.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494405869587623250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I have a million dollar with me, I would want to buy a house for you and me. I want to cuddle next to you and wake up to your kisses. I want you to stroke my hair and watch me sleep. I want kisses on my bare back. I want your smell to linger in me.&lt;br /&gt; I want to dance with you at all the parties. I want to laugh with you under the twinkle stars. I want to ride on the highway with you at 3am. I want to do beautiful things with you.&lt;br /&gt;I wish our life isn't as busy as a bumble bee.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I can have you all to myself.&lt;br /&gt;Xoxo sue.&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/2666597392027362833-117456086367914494?l=classic-reminisce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classic-reminisce.blogspot.com/feeds/117456086367914494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2666597392027362833&amp;postID=117456086367914494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2666597392027362833/posts/default/117456086367914494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2666597392027362833/posts/default/117456086367914494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classic-reminisce.blogspot.com/2010/07/if-i-have-million-dollar-with-me-i.html' title=''/><author><name>sue fickles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00755171631443027185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/Sq78PqbFTOI/AAAAAAAAEYk/iHIqpG__dHY/S220/P1010165.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4BSms6259Xk/TEANBxyXbVI/AAAAAAAAFko/5cqhavOBfYg/s72-c/IMG00195-20100713-1253.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
