<?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-11408234</id><updated>2012-02-16T17:13:46.712+08:00</updated><category term='Random'/><category term='Party'/><category term='Adv'/><category term='Chioness'/><category term='Sick'/><category term='Performance'/><category term='Family'/><category term='Voting'/><category term='Review'/><category term='Friends'/><category term='Partying'/><category term='Nightlife'/><category term='Movie'/><category term='Seduce'/><category term='Though Times'/><category term='NL'/><category term='Busy'/><category term='Singapore'/><category term='Nails'/><category term='Society'/><category term='Shanghai Dolly'/><category term='JLYC'/><category term='Powerhouse'/><category term='Events'/><category term='Health'/><category term='School'/><category term='GPSS'/><category term='Happy'/><category term='Music'/><category term='Festive'/><category term='Entertainment'/><category term='Enjoy'/><category term='Dog'/><category term='POWS'/><category term='Matters of heart'/><category term='Birthday'/><category term='Tips'/><category term='Fun'/><category term='Dove&apos;s'/><category term='NDP 2011'/><category term='Views'/><category term='Competition'/><category term='Life'/><category term='True or Fact?'/><category term='Love'/><category term='10 ways'/><category term='Blogshop'/><category term='Nuffnang'/><category term='Knowing Yourself'/><title type='text'>dDove's.com</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ddoves.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11408234/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ddoves.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11408234/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>qunhui dove</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106539392501263720484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-EwbCkNQxrYs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABdc/5AKovGMkT4g/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>870</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11408234.post-8911761012694593900</id><published>2012-01-04T14:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T14:02:02.928+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dove&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Results</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Some of the result of my papers! not all yet though, but pretty happy with it! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sEyrS2XLtJ0/TwPqsFuyQMI/AAAAAAAABhk/ktA_jDqDTrA/s1600/IMG_0292.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sEyrS2XLtJ0/TwPqsFuyQMI/AAAAAAAABhk/ktA_jDqDTrA/s400/IMG_0292.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vR8oUhcnuKE/TwPgrIj3XeI/AAAAAAAABhA/inCuKTiEBaA/s1600/IMG_0293.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vR8oUhcnuKE/TwPgrIj3XeI/AAAAAAAABhA/inCuKTiEBaA/s640/IMG_0293.jpg" width="476" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xDabH47TZtg/TwPhBjSd7GI/AAAAAAAABhQ/vVpiDyhirfM/s1600/IMG_0291.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xDabH47TZtg/TwPhBjSd7GI/AAAAAAAABhQ/vVpiDyhirfM/s640/IMG_0291.jpg" width="478" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Hope the rest of the results come back soon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Start of school already, yesterday was day 1, and I was super tired.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;School followed by tuition and when home, have to handle my blogshop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;UBER TIRED!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11408234-8911761012694593900?l=www.ddoves.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ddoves.com/feeds/8911761012694593900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ddoves.com/2012/01/results.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11408234/posts/default/8911761012694593900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11408234/posts/default/8911761012694593900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ddoves.com/2012/01/results.html' title='Results'/><author><name>qunhui dove</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106539392501263720484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-EwbCkNQxrYs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABdc/5AKovGMkT4g/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sEyrS2XLtJ0/TwPqsFuyQMI/AAAAAAAABhk/ktA_jDqDTrA/s72-c/IMG_0292.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11408234.post-3721825706317733268</id><published>2011-12-23T02:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T02:02:04.886+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Busy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sick'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Festive'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogshop'/><title type='text'>Busy Busy Busy = Busy to the power of 3</title><content type='html'>It's been 2 weeks since I posted. More and more neglecting my blog. Was pretty busy with my blogshop, so sorry about that. Bringing in more clothes, more lens, and more whatever I can find. If you're looking for something, can just let me know, I'll find it for you! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FYP deadline drawing nearer and someone hasnt given me the input I need. Gosh, when do you wanna drag till? It's gonna affect my grade you know, you sure you wanna do this to me? Lucky, my group is on the last part, the finalizing and preparation of powerpoint slide for presentation part. Wish me all the best for my FYP, I seriously wanna score well!!! And not forgetting, busy giving tuition to those kids! Yea, I'm giving tuition now! haha, and I'm loving it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, body hasn't been of any good condition. Eyes swell on Monday when I'm suppose to report for something but in the end have to cancel it. Till now it's still swelling a little. Not like I watch naked man or porn, so why the fuck my eye swell?! !@$%#@!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Christmas is drawing near! Have you prepared gifts for exchange. Sorry, buying gift is just not my type, instead I don't actually celebrate Christmas. Usually my family would just take it as a holiday or day off. But this year, we're going back to my grandma's place. A little gathering with buffet. A big gathering actually. Can you imagine, my dad actually have 16 siblings, adding him that would make my grandma have 17 children! ok, 1 of them has passed away.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright, I shall stop here. Gotta take an early rest. Didn't have enough rest last night as I got to collect stocks today morning. Bye all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-08M7zXhlD4U/TvNvyFOkhVI/AAAAAAAABgo/A96NDVKNzlw/s1600/IMG_0103.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-08M7zXhlD4U/TvNvyFOkhVI/AAAAAAAABgo/A96NDVKNzlw/s400/IMG_0103.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Advance Merry Christmas to ALL!!!! :D&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/11408234-3721825706317733268?l=www.ddoves.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ddoves.com/feeds/3721825706317733268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ddoves.com/2011/12/busy-busy-busy-busy-to-power-of-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11408234/posts/default/3721825706317733268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11408234/posts/default/3721825706317733268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ddoves.com/2011/12/busy-busy-busy-busy-to-power-of-3.html' title='Busy Busy Busy = Busy to the power of 3'/><author><name>qunhui dove</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106539392501263720484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-EwbCkNQxrYs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABdc/5AKovGMkT4g/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-08M7zXhlD4U/TvNvyFOkhVI/AAAAAAAABgo/A96NDVKNzlw/s72-c/IMG_0103.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11408234.post-194782824726703895</id><published>2011-12-10T00:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T13:56:54.058+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Enjoy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dove&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Dad birthday just past on Fri, we had a simple dinner as celebration for his bdae&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Location: Seafood Paradise!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Food: Tons of good food!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;1. Sharkfin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;2. Steamfish&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;3. Wasabi &amp;amp; Porkfloss prawn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;4. Fried Rice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;5. Honey Ribs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;6. Geoduck&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;7. Desert, mango pomelo sago&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The food not in order of course, I also cant remember still got what else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Check out the fried rice, it has fish roe in it! Cool&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bXmonZgRB94/TuI1Ekxc43I/AAAAAAAABgY/bZlQ5ujmmoU/s1600/IMG_0115.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bXmonZgRB94/TuI1Ekxc43I/AAAAAAAABgY/bZlQ5ujmmoU/s320/IMG_0115.jpg" width="239" /&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;Bill came after the sumptuous dinner, $350! Faint, but of course, u pay a good price for good food for a good old man's birthday. haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jZ9GtRWLZrY/TuI02nd5cjI/AAAAAAAABgQ/O6rIIfXbNgo/s1600/IMG_0117.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jZ9GtRWLZrY/TuI02nd5cjI/AAAAAAAABgQ/O6rIIfXbNgo/s320/IMG_0117.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Happy birthday to my dad as he's one more year older already!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11408234-194782824726703895?l=www.ddoves.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ddoves.com/feeds/194782824726703895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ddoves.com/2011/12/dad-birthday-just-past-on-fri-we-had.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11408234/posts/default/194782824726703895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11408234/posts/default/194782824726703895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ddoves.com/2011/12/dad-birthday-just-past-on-fri-we-had.html' title=''/><author><name>qunhui dove</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106539392501263720484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-EwbCkNQxrYs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABdc/5AKovGMkT4g/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bXmonZgRB94/TuI1Ekxc43I/AAAAAAAABgY/bZlQ5ujmmoU/s72-c/IMG_0115.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11408234.post-7903882137125176699</id><published>2011-12-08T21:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T21:22:21.253+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Sorry for neglecting!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I'm starting to get use to neglecting my blog I guess. But was really busy, SORRY!&lt;br /&gt;Super short update here. Update more after tomorrow with more stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;Exam period now, 3 papers down, last paper tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;Dad's birthday tomorrow .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;Gonna start teaching tuition starting next week .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;Can't wait to go back and party with my Cyn dar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;Wanna meet up with Shaun &amp;amp; Brian, why u 2 so quiet nowadays?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;Wanna met up with my sisters too! I miss u bitches.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, nice part over. Now the not so nice part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;My fucked up self &amp;nbsp;(-'-o.O-'-)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Don't irritate me (as in who in the world love to be irritate zzz)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Don't nothing also call me, if u know me well, I'm not the type that stays on the phone. msg preferred.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Don't bother too much about my stuff (like said, it's MY stuff, not yours!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Don't ask me do this do that, I have my own stuff to do also, busy k&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;I'm not oblige to do anything or report to anyone unless I'm working for u, so don't freaking ask why for everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;I don't like people knowing too much about my personal life, so keep my social life to the extends of friends only, nothing more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I know I sound very bad now but I wanna get the msg across to those out there. Thanks for bothering me this few days if u happen to be one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna go revise. Goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D1HDs3jC0r8/TuC2ySVYE5I/AAAAAAAABfQ/Hd6g19fSQfU/s1600/IMG_0025.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D1HDs3jC0r8/TuC2ySVYE5I/AAAAAAAABfQ/Hd6g19fSQfU/s400/IMG_0025.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck for my paper tomorrow *wink*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11408234-7903882137125176699?l=www.ddoves.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ddoves.com/feeds/7903882137125176699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ddoves.com/2011/12/sorry-for-neglecting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11408234/posts/default/7903882137125176699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11408234/posts/default/7903882137125176699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ddoves.com/2011/12/sorry-for-neglecting.html' title='Sorry for neglecting!'/><author><name>qunhui dove</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106539392501263720484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-EwbCkNQxrYs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABdc/5AKovGMkT4g/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D1HDs3jC0r8/TuC2ySVYE5I/AAAAAAAABfQ/Hd6g19fSQfU/s72-c/IMG_0025.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11408234.post-6329369913597101638</id><published>2011-11-16T21:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T21:59:06.923+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><title type='text'>Mummy's bdae</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Mummy's birthday just past. We had it simple, just a dinner at Punngol. She's turning 50 real soon. in 1-2 years time only. Time really flies man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;A dinner with lots of food but only 3 people, me, mama &amp;amp; smallest bro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Look at the amount of dishes we order, plus the crab! My favorite! I just love seafood so much!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wf-tKpEhpic/TsO_OkwjyqI/AAAAAAAABd8/xaQ3z7F1O_E/s400/IMG_4969.JPG" width="297" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J3-jPY69WOw/TsO-tZy3HhI/AAAAAAAABd0/9_apLkCzY5c/s400/IMG_4971.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's my mummy. Going around everywhere, anywhere with her ipad. Busy mama I've got. So hip. So everywhere also bring her ipad, sometime even the charger. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JvDDPpIqoUI/TsO-La5qe1I/AAAAAAAABds/Fl6Mgvedq68/s400/IMG_4972.jpg" width="298" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Recently, has been very busy with school. Most of the time given to school. FYP deadline approaching, submission has to be done. Lucky my team is on the last phase already so I doubt we have to rush badly. Wish me all the best!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xQfbfr2_Sw8/TsPBWRIHoWI/AAAAAAAABeE/8hvtGivp6yI/s400/IMG_5011.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;More update the next time round! SORRY!!! :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11408234-6329369913597101638?l=www.ddoves.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ddoves.com/feeds/6329369913597101638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ddoves.com/2011/11/mummys-bdae.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11408234/posts/default/6329369913597101638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11408234/posts/default/6329369913597101638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ddoves.com/2011/11/mummys-bdae.html' title='Mummy&apos;s bdae'/><author><name>qunhui dove</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106539392501263720484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-EwbCkNQxrYs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABdc/5AKovGMkT4g/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wf-tKpEhpic/TsO_OkwjyqI/AAAAAAAABd8/xaQ3z7F1O_E/s72-c/IMG_4969.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11408234.post-2202637765661278805</id><published>2011-11-10T11:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T21:22:55.775+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>what do u crave for?</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-E-kfSEC_BQw/TrtFWwqYNLI/AAAAAAAABZU/BsTGtQPEduU/s640/blogger-image--367928158.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-E-kfSEC_BQw/TrtFWwqYNLI/AAAAAAAABZU/BsTGtQPEduU/s640/blogger-image--367928158.jpg" /&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/11408234-2202637765661278805?l=www.ddoves.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ddoves.com/feeds/2202637765661278805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ddoves.com/2011/11/what-do-u-crave-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11408234/posts/default/2202637765661278805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11408234/posts/default/2202637765661278805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ddoves.com/2011/11/what-do-u-crave-for.html' title='what do u crave for?'/><author><name>qunhui dove</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106539392501263720484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-EwbCkNQxrYs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABdc/5AKovGMkT4g/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-E-kfSEC_BQw/TrtFWwqYNLI/AAAAAAAABZU/BsTGtQPEduU/s72-c/blogger-image--367928158.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11408234.post-1985054795076260921</id><published>2011-11-10T01:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T22:01:31.037+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='POWS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Festive'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dove&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy'/><title type='text'>officially 20 :(</title><content type='html'>woah~! jus realize I haven't been updating for a long long time. gosh. sorry for neglecting u my dear blog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, I'm officially 20! :( feels so old when my age starts with a 2 instead of a 1 now. thanks all for the gift, wishes, flowers, chocolates and those who send directly to my place. a big thanks to everyone. appreciate all your thoughts and I know I'm not forgotten :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didn't really celebrate as I've got stuff to do but just short meetup/gathering with different bunch of people. somehow, something is missing from this year's birthday to make it a complete one :( last year, someone made a small one the very last minute to complete my birthday. haha. the simplest things always get left out. thinking that i'll be in my 21 next year scares me. officially an adult, cannot fool around like a kid and the main thing is, I WOULD FEEL SO OLD! okok, better not think about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school going on fine. attending school, attendance not failing, for the time being. school work are like bullet train, so rush. lecturer rushing to squeeze everything in one lesson, student trying to squeeze everything into the brain. trying hard to make sure I don't lack behind. school is so tiring! how I wish I can study from home! yea, I know I'm dreaming. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mama's birthday today. hope she'll be happy. and I'm off to bed! haven't be sleeping well for quite sometime already. wish me well ya! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodnight peeps! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suddenly realize I no photo to post. hasn't been camwhoring recently, no confidence to camwhore I guess. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toodles~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-uk0gnuWBsSo/Trq0ogBxxNI/AAAAAAAABZM/utBbDhztJKs/s640/blogger-image--784276319.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-uk0gnuWBsSo/Trq0ogBxxNI/AAAAAAAABZM/utBbDhztJKs/s640/blogger-image--784276319.jpg" /&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/11408234-1985054795076260921?l=www.ddoves.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ddoves.com/feeds/1985054795076260921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ddoves.com/2011/11/officially-20.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11408234/posts/default/1985054795076260921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11408234/posts/default/1985054795076260921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ddoves.com/2011/11/officially-20.html' title='officially 20 :('/><author><name>qunhui dove</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106539392501263720484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-EwbCkNQxrYs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABdc/5AKovGMkT4g/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-uk0gnuWBsSo/Trq0ogBxxNI/AAAAAAAABZM/utBbDhztJKs/s72-c/blogger-image--784276319.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11408234.post-1572309239611481855</id><published>2011-10-24T00:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T01:34:55.118+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='POWS'/><title type='text'>4 more days!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Back to school, super tired, every night I will just fall asleep. Too TIRED!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;4 more days to my birthday! Turning 20 soon, saded to the max. Reach the 2x zone already.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bJSfH5ZcKgw/TqPBVxyt4PI/AAAAAAAABYA/93G_0GYmD4M/s1600/IMG_4703.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bJSfH5ZcKgw/TqPBVxyt4PI/AAAAAAAABYA/93G_0GYmD4M/s320/IMG_4703.JPG" style="cursor: move;" width="238" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway, received my very first gift in my mailbox few days ago. Super shock. Thinking that it was something that I ordered from online. But turn over to see "From: Cost Ong". Thinking if someone had the same name as my dar, or did I buy from dar's online shop. But I don't remember dar has an online shop!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gg6zfb0TX1I/TqPBUlU-dxI/AAAAAAAABX4/jCXNN13R-0k/s1600/IMG_4705.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gg6zfb0TX1I/TqPBUlU-dxI/AAAAAAAABX4/jCXNN13R-0k/s320/IMG_4705.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;What was inside the packaging was the Kate Spade casing that dar had! I told her I like it and that I was gonna get it too. She told me not to get it first as she wanna see if there's anymore cheaper one online for me. But I didn't know she'll buy it for me. Totally shock. At that moment then I slowly understand everything like how come Peter was asking for my postal code/address, how come he told me not to buy the casing first, how come dar didn't reply me with any web link to get the casing. There were in cahoot!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Super happy. Thanks dar! &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.ddoves.com" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OHczS7VXPDQ/TqPBGDKR1AI/AAAAAAAABXg/zJKRtzd46pY/s320/IMG_4738.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Went on a shopping spree yesterday with my boy. Fussy guy with fussy lady, walking through the whole Bugis street and yet left empty handed. Headed to town and all he need was Uniqlo! Walk Ion also nothing, till we enter Uniqlo where this boy starts to go wild. See that it's nice and he like it, just buy, don't even need to try. Wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought nothing much :( Hate shopping, always so hard to find stuff that I really like and then I'll feel like I've wasted my whole day and found nothing :( Trying to find one lash glue also so difficult. I'm use to the "Princess Lash" lash glue. It comes in a very small bottle. Mine was running low so decided to get some since I'm heading to Bugis as there is where usually I'll buy. But who knows, I went to ask the few shop that sell it, all say SOLD OUT. I was super mad la! Who the hell buy all the lash glue. zzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Nowadays, my makeup dont seem to look right but I cant seem to figure out where went wrong. Kindly tell me if you notice ya!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Here come the camwhore princess! :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-size: large;"&gt;4 MORE DAYS TO MY BIRTHDAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nSXreRCJLRA/TqPBG6BruEI/AAAAAAAABXo/HCH8OG0-4r8/s1600/IMG_4735.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nSXreRCJLRA/TqPBG6BruEI/AAAAAAAABXo/HCH8OG0-4r8/s320/IMG_4735.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4RFAErM_9o0/TqPBH7La59I/AAAAAAAABXw/4bX3p88D_yM/s320/IMG_4718.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Off to bed! School later!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Goodnight~&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11408234-1572309239611481855?l=www.ddoves.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ddoves.com/feeds/1572309239611481855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ddoves.com/2011/10/4-more-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11408234/posts/default/1572309239611481855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11408234/posts/default/1572309239611481855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ddoves.com/2011/10/4-more-days.html' title='4 more days!'/><author><name>qunhui dove</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106539392501263720484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-EwbCkNQxrYs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABdc/5AKovGMkT4g/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bJSfH5ZcKgw/TqPBVxyt4PI/AAAAAAAABYA/93G_0GYmD4M/s72-c/IMG_4703.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11408234.post-2603048262999648058</id><published>2011-10-11T12:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T12:15:41.659+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chioness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy'/><title type='text'>Counting down: 17 days.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So into purple lash recently, it's either purple mascara or fake purple lashes. The effect turn better for the fake lashes then I expected. So gonna get more of it!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2_piYfnuMSs/TpATiD2HOBI/AAAAAAAABTs/UV7ontKHyBU/s320/IMG_4616.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zXFxxJFaybM/TpATwb_o0gI/AAAAAAAABTw/4NKnBiLHrh4/s320/IMG_4603.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know my birthday is coming. I'm turning 20 in 17 more days. I don't really wanna enter the 2x age zone :( makes me feel so old. Alot people scared I forget my birthday I think, keep reminding me that my birthday is coming, post on my facebook wall and messaging me too. okok, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I NEVER FORGET MY BIRTHDAY K! I'M TURNING 20, HOW TO FORGET?!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 20, 20, 20, it now starts with a 2 not a 1 anymore, feel so old, so sad :( :( :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway, I don't know how I should celebrate my birthday. Yea, unplanned till now. I totally have no idea what to do for this year, just want something simple, not so troublesome. Someone suggested me chalet but I think I will burst as chalet need to plan alot of stuff, so save me the trouble ya! So if any of you have any suggestion on how I should celebrate my birthday, kindly let me know k! You might be helping me to save my brain juice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aiming for 2 stuff this year, let's see who's gonna hit the jackpot k. I'm gonna love die that person. LOL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ending it here, gotta go back to school settle some stuff then head down to Chinatown to find Esther to settle my contact lens too. Toodles~ &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3; font-size: large;"&gt;Yea yea, 17 more days, I didn't forget k!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11408234-2603048262999648058?l=www.ddoves.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ddoves.com/feeds/2603048262999648058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ddoves.com/2011/10/counting-down-17-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11408234/posts/default/2603048262999648058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11408234/posts/default/2603048262999648058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ddoves.com/2011/10/counting-down-17-days.html' title='Counting down: 17 days.'/><author><name>qunhui dove</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106539392501263720484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-EwbCkNQxrYs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABdc/5AKovGMkT4g/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2_piYfnuMSs/TpATiD2HOBI/AAAAAAAABTs/UV7ontKHyBU/s72-c/IMG_4616.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Pasir Ris, Singapore</georss:featurename><georss:point>1.372442 103.949547</georss:point><georss:box>1.340694 103.91006499999999 1.4041899999999998 103.989029</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11408234.post-6871298593001939097</id><published>2011-10-06T14:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T14:09:24.425+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nightlife'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Powerhouse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Partying'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Enjoy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='POWS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Matters of heart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy'/><title type='text'>Busy week over!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My busy week is finally over! now is the slack week :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lots to say, but I shall cut short and let the photos do the talking cuz I'm lazy too. teeheeResults are out and I'm able to continue in my course! Though I'm gonna fail quite a few module and retain or kenna kick out of school but somehow I passed! Super happy the night when the results were out, couldn't sleep, was really overjoyed. Now that I'm going into my last semester already, I'll work hard! Don't wanna waste anymore time. Pass the last 6 months and I'm out of there!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Since it's the holiday, what am I busy with?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--eG-vSZWyN8/To06_OjeS9I/AAAAAAAABTA/doS_lZfI5h4/s400/Pole-Dancer.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YHM2Zo-KSGk/To06_Jx6XYI/AAAAAAAABS4/FUeBWp1gduk/s400/n1007456661_30290510_3428.jpg" width="300" /&gt;\&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Busy pole-dancing and DJ-ing. So into it that I wish that I'm rich enough to buy the DJ-ing equipments and have the space at home to install a pole for me to dance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Have been clubbing, drinking, chilling our with friends. Met up with my Coco dar after so long! She just went back to school, all the best to her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zEEI8GKON8A/To05jahEiLI/AAAAAAAABR4/Zr00BOpi98g/s400/IMG_4503.JPG" width="298" /&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ytK4PmuL78k/To06-iy7SPI/AAAAAAAABSw/aw19d2zaxks/s400/IMG_4458.PNG" width="298" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Dar always make me look so nice in the photos she take! Even though we're both using our iPhone4 to take photos but I turn out nicer in her photos!! *JEALOUS*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yPvhXTlG7jY/To05jq8JfCI/AAAAAAAABSA/W8pdYR7zYo4/s400/IMG_4504.JPG" width="298" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I've been partying quite abit, sorry people. I know very spoil image, but I guess I'm just trying to hide something within me, sigh. Anyway, that's Kong &amp;amp; Jon, my drinking cum clubbing kaki! This was taken on the night that I was super high at St James Powerhouse, that I totally forget about my own image and I choose to heck the care and just PARTY ON!~ My dar went with us and got high with me, muackz! Next morning my mama know I went clubbing, she knew I went dancing, she knew I went grinding, she knew almost everything that happened. OMG, Freakyyy~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hs3VuO7uBSU/To06cTXlr7I/AAAAAAAABSo/CfsbD85MjxM/s400/IMG_4457.JPG" width="298" /&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XNYGAYXs_3c/To05ijsFpMI/AAAAAAAABRg/mywlC9jIPmc/s400/IMG_4560.jpg" style="cursor: move;" width="299" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My brother's 17th birthday just pass! His "gay" partner organized a birthday BBQ for him with their friends. They're not really gay but who knows what might happen in the future when they are already so close now right? haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a4J0Qw9WfSI/To06cC0wyoI/AAAAAAAABSg/3aCbm60BHks/s400/IMG_4467.jpg" width="299" /&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--WlXszR6ng4/To06bgxDNPI/AAAAAAAABSY/04UIw3n_hG0/s400/IMG_4472.jpg" width="299" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Met up with Sarah one of theses days for movie, Fright Night. When people were screaming in the cinema, we were laughing. I know, we spoiler right? But seriously, the movie isn't scary but stupid that's why we couldn't help laughing. Hope to meet up with this babe again, soon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RA1Jr-vTFBU/To05jElrYpI/AAAAAAAABRw/RBZjUZl9pgA/s1600/IMG_4555.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RA1Jr-vTFBU/To05jElrYpI/AAAAAAAABRw/RBZjUZl9pgA/s400/IMG_4555.jpg" width="299" /&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--FkeJWmwPio/To05i-GY07I/AAAAAAAABRo/_z6gIaWjLII/s400/IMG_4556.jpg" width="299" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RA1Jr-vTFBU/To05jElrYpI/AAAAAAAABRw/RBZjUZl9pgA/s1600/IMG_4555.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Recently love to camwhore with my mama! Don't know what's with the sudden madness in me. But mummy enjoys camwhoring with me! She's got her iPad &amp;amp; iPhone, so we camwhore anytime we want to. Just like this photo that was taken in the train with her iPad! Camwhore me!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MYv0DX6BtjU/To06bPMjbII/AAAAAAAABSQ/4cQowS0HSNQ/s400/IMG_4498.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And who is this? To be revealed ya. Wait I get things figured out okie! Like sneak peak for next episode like that. LOL. While the whole world on his side thinks that we're together already. Tsk tsk, they're like kan jiong spider. But doesn't matter, that's how the world is after all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QhIToMjBZTk/To06bN1FZUI/AAAAAAAABSI/qTq-NUuWnVA/s1600/IMG_4502.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QhIToMjBZTk/To06bN1FZUI/AAAAAAAABSI/qTq-NUuWnVA/s400/IMG_4502.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tired today! Bad dream, not enough sleep, feeling nausea and being mindfucked I guess.&lt;br /&gt;More to come in the next entry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye babies~ Muackz!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11408234-6871298593001939097?l=www.ddoves.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ddoves.com/feeds/6871298593001939097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ddoves.com/2011/10/busy-week-over.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11408234/posts/default/6871298593001939097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11408234/posts/default/6871298593001939097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ddoves.com/2011/10/busy-week-over.html' title='Busy week over!'/><author><name>qunhui dove</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106539392501263720484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-EwbCkNQxrYs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABdc/5AKovGMkT4g/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--eG-vSZWyN8/To06_OjeS9I/AAAAAAAABTA/doS_lZfI5h4/s72-c/Pole-Dancer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11408234.post-7592157022422593932</id><published>2011-09-19T01:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T01:45:17.724+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Instrumental Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-E0pe-mPQeII/TnYth1dwl5I/AAAAAAAABRQ/n32zEajA4VQ/s320/IMG_4389.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oYdrQa1CSeo/TnYtrBPUbdI/AAAAAAAABRU/Ofo1JCTjesI/s320/IMG_4388.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cZGjrqC3JTg/TnYtsd2SUGI/AAAAAAAABRY/bzMI4XwMWAM/s320/IMG_4385.JPG" width="238" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My love that I have yet to give up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It's been more then 10 years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Love goes on for it! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11408234-7592157022422593932?l=www.ddoves.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ddoves.com/feeds/7592157022422593932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ddoves.com/2011/09/instrumental-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11408234/posts/default/7592157022422593932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11408234/posts/default/7592157022422593932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ddoves.com/2011/09/instrumental-love.html' title='Instrumental Love'/><author><name>qunhui dove</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106539392501263720484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-EwbCkNQxrYs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABdc/5AKovGMkT4g/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-E0pe-mPQeII/TnYth1dwl5I/AAAAAAAABRQ/n32zEajA4VQ/s72-c/IMG_4389.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11408234.post-7563040716093488748</id><published>2011-09-12T00:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T00:47:33.767+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Enjoy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy'/><title type='text'>Lunch @ Ubin</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Out of sea for lunch, guess where? :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kl7VEWifjHg/TmzdnoON20I/AAAAAAAABRA/DFU7H3Uju-M/s320/IMG_4359.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My brothers! All skinny and tall like bean stalk x.x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5kR_4lf9xMo/TmzbsUn9QuI/AAAAAAAABQg/UV9a9BU1YmM/s320/IMG_4369.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KVu2cQTv0dI/TmzdwFNmawI/AAAAAAAABRE/GP0Tl7WbKT4/s320/IMG_4358.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Me &amp;amp; mummy! I know I look chui, no make up k. Not enough sleep + shag night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-waoPCVNUILg/Tmzbt04RNuI/AAAAAAAABQk/MfWsAZzPHOw/s320/IMG_4367.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I_qOkcNbczg/TmzdxPjkf-I/AAAAAAAABRI/BrJSxRVRsA4/s320/IMG_4357.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It's Ubin for lunch! If you have yet to eat, I suggest you don't scroll down :x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S5w1-S0sl1A/TmzcQIvp0DI/AAAAAAAABQo/XavmOzANX30/s320/IMG_4366.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P__Bzg6AJA8/TmzdfPFRBeI/AAAAAAAABQ8/no64brw1vvw/s320/IMG_4360.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZdD1ydMm99I/Tmzcldu-bFI/AAAAAAAABQs/DtK3a471lIg/s320/IMG_4365.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1GJCTvkL_tI/Tmzc3dJJjCI/AAAAAAAABQw/qXzB3xy1xKo/s320/IMG_4364.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JDE4buxNyyo/TmzdUdB1kGI/AAAAAAAABQ4/ITjzX6_P5n4/s320/IMG_4362.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sMmA8xyHZlk/TmzdHzakIxI/AAAAAAAABQ0/IYG154_wP00/s320/IMG_4363.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Though the food there seems normal, but I like it. It's really different! If you have yet to go and try, you really should go and give it a try. The environment there is so relaxing compared to our competitive island. It gives you a kampong feel and that's what I love most about the place. I drop by there once in awhile when I've got the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Anyone wanna go with me? *wink*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11408234-7563040716093488748?l=www.ddoves.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ddoves.com/feeds/7563040716093488748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ddoves.com/2011/09/lunch-ubin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11408234/posts/default/7563040716093488748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11408234/posts/default/7563040716093488748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ddoves.com/2011/09/lunch-ubin.html' title='Lunch @ Ubin'/><author><name>qunhui dove</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106539392501263720484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-EwbCkNQxrYs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABdc/5AKovGMkT4g/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kl7VEWifjHg/TmzdnoON20I/AAAAAAAABRA/DFU7H3Uju-M/s72-c/IMG_4359.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11408234.post-6407774623039216804</id><published>2011-09-11T05:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T05:56:27.563+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nightlife'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Party'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shanghai Dolly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Entertainment'/><title type='text'>Another nite @ dolly</title><content type='html'>Finally on my bed! It's another night at shanghai dolly but yet I didn't really enjoy myself. Was there with shaun darling and his colleague. Thought I could finally enjoy awhile after a whole week of being coped up at home due to my weak body but someone, didn't achieve it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started off well and I understand what people use to say, opening bottles without thinking. Encountered it today. haha. Shaun's colleague were super friendly, was trying to drag one by one up to dance floor then one of them said "don't dare me ar" and I'm like "dont need dare la, let's go". but too bad, live performance starting! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No chance to hit dance floor tonight, still came home sober, totally not a satisfied night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear people, if u wanna drink, drink within your limit. If you exceed your limit, all the best, I not nanny. Warning to all out there, you wanna party with me, you better know how to come and how to go home. Don't make fuss for me to handle. Gotta force myself to vomit just to try to sleep when I'm feeling neither here or there. Totally terrible feeling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see lightning. It's gonna rain, sleep well everyone. &lt;br /&gt;Photos to end the post with :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-AZag-pETf5Q/TmvYpqccGeI/AAAAAAAABQY/WEcSZgZ2wug/s640/blogger-image--765668320.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-uYvdGyZAYG0/TmvYp5xkNjI/AAAAAAAABQc/wlCQMgwvWNA/s640/blogger-image-358838619.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry kenneth for not going to PH for your birthday celebration. &lt;br /&gt;Sorry to the bunch at Titanium &amp; Boat Quay. &lt;br /&gt;And I finally met Benism again like after a year. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight all! Toodles~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11408234-6407774623039216804?l=www.ddoves.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ddoves.com/feeds/6407774623039216804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ddoves.com/2011/09/another-nite-dolly.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11408234/posts/default/6407774623039216804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11408234/posts/default/6407774623039216804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ddoves.com/2011/09/another-nite-dolly.html' title='Another nite @ dolly'/><author><name>qunhui dove</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106539392501263720484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-EwbCkNQxrYs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABdc/5AKovGMkT4g/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-AZag-pETf5Q/TmvYpqccGeI/AAAAAAAABQY/WEcSZgZ2wug/s72-c/blogger-image--765668320.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11408234.post-146573710757080184</id><published>2011-09-10T02:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T02:29:21.944+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Though Times'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Matters of heart'/><title type='text'>You(s)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sometime I really wish I could fly to Berlin to join you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sometime I wish you're just here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When everyone tried to pulled me away from the dance floor,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you let me be and danced/enjoy with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When the whole world stopped/avoid me from drinking,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you offered me a flaming lambo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When I'm feeling down and when tears are about to row,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you always happen to appear.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Sometime I wonder if you human anot)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When I'm feeling down wanting to go for a spin,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you're the only one who allows me to ride bike in skirt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Got skill won't zhao geng k)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When I wanted to run away from this place,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you will always give me a hug telling me that everything will be fine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;When I wanted to leave this place,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;you always have everything at the other end planned out for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When I'm mentally &amp;amp; physically tired,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you pat me to sleep with the best soothing music playing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When I'm shutting my door to the whole world,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you appeared with the flower and dragged me out to enjoy myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When I wanted a place to hide for the night,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you gave me your place which makes me feels like home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To the "you", thanks for everything you guys have done for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If it isn't for you 2, I wonder how I would be like now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fyi, the "you" refers to a pair of brother.&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/11408234-146573710757080184?l=www.ddoves.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ddoves.com/feeds/146573710757080184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ddoves.com/2011/09/yous.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11408234/posts/default/146573710757080184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11408234/posts/default/146573710757080184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ddoves.com/2011/09/yous.html' title='You(s)'/><author><name>qunhui dove</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106539392501263720484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-EwbCkNQxrYs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABdc/5AKovGMkT4g/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Pasir Ris, Singapore</georss:featurename><georss:point>1.372442 103.949547</georss:point><georss:box>1.340694 103.91006499999999 1.4041899999999998 103.989029</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11408234.post-5134191590826949449</id><published>2011-09-09T02:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T02:21:30.753+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Party'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Enjoy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Though Times'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Entertainment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Matters of heart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NL'/><title type='text'>Drowned.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1A8OhQzsAP0/TmkHiwJu0LI/AAAAAAAABQQ/9c2im70BZH4/s1600/flaming_lamborghini.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1A8OhQzsAP0/TmkHiwJu0LI/AAAAAAAABQQ/9c2im70BZH4/s1600/flaming_lamborghini.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Firstly, I was drowning myself in parties. Partying almost any night as long as it's a party night. Party till lights on, try to get drunk (but still couldn't). After 2 weeks of such, I then notice why I was doing so. I was trying to make myself forget something. Something which I didn't believe actually happened. Some close friends might know what has hit me so hard but ya, since now I'm writing this, it means I've walked out of it! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next thing to drown myself in was WORK! Today I was super duper busy. Wake up aircon service man came. After they left, my group of people came up for meeting. After my group left, I tried to take a nap. BUT, my phone ring and I picked up. After the call my brother bought his friend back and I can't sleep. THERE GOES MY NAP! Super lethargic after that for the whole day. Sian to the max, this is what happen when this bitch doesn't get the rest she wants!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Body condition has yet to return to top condition. Abit sian of it too. Quite some stuff cannot do, don't feel safe going out too. Once in awhile will giddy or headache. If you're asking/advising me to see the doctor, I suggest you just swallow what you gonna say k. Enough of arguing with different about this issue. The next person who comes to me with this topic shall totally be ignored. If you don't get any reply or whatsoever do know that you're an idiot ignoring the waring given.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I meet different people from my past once in awhile and they give me a different feeling everytime. Some make me miss the past, while some make me think that life is so much better now. I cherish every relationship I have with anyone no matter what kind it is. Even though it might just be the simplest friendship, I cherish it too. I won't want it to break of, and that explains why I like to meet people I didn't meet for quite some time once in awhile. But for some people, I wished I didn't appeared in your life before. Maybe the path wouldn't have been so rough then. If you have this feeling, then you know I'm referring to you. I've never wanted to hurt anyone but sometime it's just inevitable. And of course, I don't wanna handle anyone at this point of time, especially emo people. I not free to entertain ar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Busy week ahead for me. Wish me speedy recovery ya!&lt;br /&gt;Bye! *waves*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Single isn't that painful afterall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11408234-5134191590826949449?l=www.ddoves.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ddoves.com/feeds/5134191590826949449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ddoves.com/2011/09/drowned.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11408234/posts/default/5134191590826949449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11408234/posts/default/5134191590826949449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ddoves.com/2011/09/drowned.html' title='Drowned.'/><author><name>qunhui dove</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106539392501263720484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-EwbCkNQxrYs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABdc/5AKovGMkT4g/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1A8OhQzsAP0/TmkHiwJu0LI/AAAAAAAABQQ/9c2im70BZH4/s72-c/flaming_lamborghini.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Pasir Ris, Singapore</georss:featurename><georss:point>1.372442 103.949547</georss:point><georss:box>1.340694 103.91006499999999 1.4041899999999998 103.989029</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11408234.post-3519901523424470795</id><published>2011-08-31T05:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T19:50:31.659+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NL'/><title type='text'>emotion rollercoaster</title><content type='html'>My exams are finally over. Even though I don't think I'll do very well but I just gotta accept it. Too much happen before the week of my exam and during my exam week. Someone left, while a family member stab right into me without noticing what damage he/she has caused to me. Studying in the night alone makes my thought run wild. I cried, I was heartbroken, I was sad, whatever word you can find to describe the feeling of being at the bottom of the pit. I could study half way and notice that my notes are wet. zzz. Totally gone case. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time round, I walked out of it all by myself. I know I can't always be relying on someone and neither do I wanna rely on anyone. Imagine when you start to rely on someone and one day that person were to leave you. At that point of time you'll really be left with nothing and I seriously know how it felt like. Just when I thought history won't repeat, just when I thought I found someone I can rely on, that person left. I guess that's life. You're the only one who make me break my principle and you also thought me it was wrong to break my principle as I would still get hurt. As of now on, I stand strong with my principle, no more exception. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People come and people leave. Some might have left, but thank god, I found people who cared for me. Always trying to be there for me, trying to cheer me up, trying all their might just to make sure no tears will flow, trying to make me believe that the world out there has some other beautiful things for me. I thank this people, you know who you are. Sorry for making you guys worried. But as of now, i'm alright and it's also because of the support you people gave me. Thanks! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, I would like to say sorry to this 2 people. 1 is my dearest shaun darling while another is Mr Peter. During my down period, I know my attitude was really terrible, and my tones were no where good. My words were just like a spear/arrow that could pierce right through leaving a wound. I sincerely apologize. I didn't mean to, guess I just wasn't able to control my emotions well. I guess emotions rule my thoughts at that point of tine. I'm totally sorry about it. But also to both of you that wake me up from all those shit, gave me more then just support. Thanks for staying by me at the down point of my life. Thanks! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to forget, yesterday was a terrible night. My ex got drunk, doesn't wanna go home, didn't know what he was saying and started saying everything about us from the past when drunk with his colleagues. When I saw the massage asking me to meet you I was totally stun. How long since we last met? How long since we last chat? How long since we last face each other? I really can't recall. Let's just get on in life and not live in the past. Nobody wants history to repeat itself so I sincerely wish that you'll forget me and carry on with life. If I'm that torn in your heart, then pluck out the torn and get it of it. If I'm the sweet memory bank in your heart, then let the sweet memory stay in there only as a memory, and not as a target. Whatever that has past will not be back. That's with the saying "Time waits mo man". Time doesn't wait for us, if it has passed, it's all history, no one can rewrite it. I wish you all the best here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I've been tied down with relationship complication. Firstly, I'm not ready for any relationship currently. Secondly, I don't even know what i'm looking for. Thirdly, I've got so much knots in my heart, who will help me untie them? So many unanswered questions, so many doubts for people around me, so many doubts for thing people say, so many different faces people have. Who can I really trust? That alone is already a big question. I guess I really need a break from all this relationship matters. If you people noticed, I recently posted a song "不要aiw" on Facebook, what it meant was "don't love me". There's a part of the lyrics that goes like this, "please don't love me, please don't let us have a if (future), don't let things happen to the extend that when we break up we can no longer be friends. please don't love me, and that way you won't have a chance to hurt me." This is the massage that I wanted to bring across to all out there. I don't know who i'm gonna hurt next, but I really don't want to hurt anyone, so the best way is to don't love me. Although I don't know how many will get hurt after this paragraph, all I can say/do is say that i'm sorry. For those who know me well, you'll know that I totally sux at rejecting. Sometime I tend to avoid, it actually meant I don't have an answer to your question or I just dont know how I should bring the massage across to you.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nowadays, I notice I've been partying a little more and more often. Do I really enjoy partying or was I just downing my sorrows? I asked myself but can't seem to find the answer yet. Guess it's tie start thinking through what I really do and what I have done. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, this is just to inform all my dear friends that I might be leaving. Don't be shock, for the Qun Hui you know with the character of a eagle, she needs to soar at a different level at times. You can take it that I'm going on a break/ holiday/ vacation. I don't know when I'll really knod my head and say a definite yes to going but I know I've got limited tome left to consider. Till now I'm still in a delimma. I've got everything ready except for the answer within myself. Whether to go or not. Everything has been planned and done. Guess the first step is still the hardest to make. Sorry to those that I have shock with this news and also thanks for the concern. I believe I'll be fine. Wait till I have my answer and I'll re-release the news k. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't expect myself to write so much on a quiet night like right now, while listening to the song "Like a Rose". Thanks to those who treated me like a rose, giving me room to grow, giving me the attention needed, shining the love on me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess I'm back to my stare sky night. &lt;br /&gt;Goodnight! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/08/30/3090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="186" src="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/08/30/s_3090.jpg" style="margin: 5px;" width="281" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogpress_location"&gt;Location:&lt;a href="http://maps.google.com/maps?q=Pasir%20Ris%20Drive%204,Singapore,Singapore%401.374562%2C103.960727&amp;amp;z=10"&gt;Pasir Ris Drive 4,Singapore,Singapore&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/11408234-3519901523424470795?l=www.ddoves.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ddoves.com/feeds/3519901523424470795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ddoves.com/2011/08/emotion-rollercoaster.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11408234/posts/default/3519901523424470795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11408234/posts/default/3519901523424470795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ddoves.com/2011/08/emotion-rollercoaster.html' title='emotion rollercoaster'/><author><name>qunhui dove</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106539392501263720484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-EwbCkNQxrYs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABdc/5AKovGMkT4g/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11408234.post-4696560070379810460</id><published>2011-08-24T14:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T14:21:21.591+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dove&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Voting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Competition'/><title type='text'>Help Support!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To all my dear friends, kindly give me your support.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;First, like this facebook page &lt;a href="https://www.facebook.com/pages/SilverStar-Next-Top-Girl/150828264996112"&gt;HERE&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;Next, like my photo at the link &lt;a href="https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=159560460789559&amp;amp;set=a.159442900801315.41308.150828264996112&amp;amp;type=1"&gt;HERE&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;You should be able the photo below, if not scroll left and right to find mine k&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--BygwPUENF8/TlSYKu3yMQI/AAAAAAAABPY/GDHIIudIbfc/s1600/IMG_4259.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--BygwPUENF8/TlSYKu3yMQI/AAAAAAAABPY/GDHIIudIbfc/s320/IMG_4259.JPG" width="240" /&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;Arigato! Help to spread around ya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Toodles ~&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11408234-4696560070379810460?l=www.ddoves.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ddoves.com/feeds/4696560070379810460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ddoves.com/2011/08/help-support.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11408234/posts/default/4696560070379810460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11408234/posts/default/4696560070379810460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ddoves.com/2011/08/help-support.html' title='Help Support!'/><author><name>qunhui dove</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106539392501263720484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-EwbCkNQxrYs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABdc/5AKovGMkT4g/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--BygwPUENF8/TlSYKu3yMQI/AAAAAAAABPY/GDHIIudIbfc/s72-c/IMG_4259.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11408234.post-1080465892633025185</id><published>2011-08-22T18:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T18:51:20.040+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dove&apos;s'/><title type='text'>Hospital, my horror</title><content type='html'>Finally, I'm out of the terrible place. One of the place I hate the most. For those who didn't knew what happen. Yea, I was admitted in hospital on one of the night over the weekend. Why was I admitted? Long story, don't wanna talk about it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after being admitted, plans were all crushed! Actually wanted to meet a friend who's going in NS tomorrow but with my current body condition, I can't, so sorry. Not that I don't want to. Hais. I spend the whole of my first day of the holiday lying in bed at home. Gosh, it's driving me mad. All my anime, dramas and whatever show I wanted to watch all watched. Now I'm left with nothing to do! -.-'' Bored to the max.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm totally ok now, just need more rest. So my dear friends, don't worry about me ya. If there's anything I will post big on facebook to let you all know ok! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks all friends for concern, MUACKS! &amp;lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11408234-1080465892633025185?l=www.ddoves.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ddoves.com/feeds/1080465892633025185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ddoves.com/2011/08/hospital-my-horror.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11408234/posts/default/1080465892633025185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11408234/posts/default/1080465892633025185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ddoves.com/2011/08/hospital-my-horror.html' title='Hospital, my horror'/><author><name>qunhui dove</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106539392501263720484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-EwbCkNQxrYs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABdc/5AKovGMkT4g/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11408234.post-7724616570664823145</id><published>2011-08-20T21:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-20T21:17:16.076+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nails'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Views'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tips'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dove&apos;s'/><title type='text'>Story behind the beautiful nails ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Went to get my nails done today at Gorgeouz Loft, at woodlands. OMG, it was so far but after everything I think it's worth it! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Roz is doing home base service at her own home (duh~) but don't under estimate that. She has everything needed and even a room specially for her work. She's cute too! The way she speaks to keep me entertain to ensure that I don't feel too bored during the whole process. Thanks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I did both manicure &amp;amp; pedicure. At first wanted to get temporary tips but she suggested I go for gelish since I have long base. I like sales person giving advice, at least I know what's more suitable for me. Heed her advice and took gelish instead of temporary tip, infact I'm also quite scared when I think that it might flip up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Look at the before and after.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ok, I don't usually take care of my reasons and that's the main reason why I rather go for manicure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Design are by Roz, I didn't pick it but it nice, don't you think so? I'm happy with the design :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M4sVIf98pkU/Tk-rpx71QLI/AAAAAAAABN4/on8HQN0BE8g/s320/IMG_4247.jpg" style="cursor: move;" width="239" /&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nfno6nN2_0c/Tk-rgspHH8I/AAAAAAAABN0/MiCgHctiq8c/s320/IMG_4248.jpg" style="cursor: move;" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Next up, PEDICURE! I'm super scared of itchy so I must say that it's not doing pedicure for me cause I will tend to "wiggle" LOL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;That's Roz working on my big fat foot!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZZh_rbHyw4Q/Tk-rVr33U1I/AAAAAAAABNw/9zkni9T2XGg/s320/IMG_4252.jpg" style="cursor: move;" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Didn't take any photo of the before cause I totally forgot and I got an ugly foot anyway so better not scare people k. As you can see it's french base with polka dots! Cute right? Got ribbon at one of the corner somemore. Cuteness level rise :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Designs also by Roz, I didn't say anything, but you can tell I'm super happy about it right? :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-somaQfCnyek/Tk-rLJZgRMI/AAAAAAAABNo/RORQvIAw-SI/s320/IMG_4260.JPG" style="cursor: move;" width="320" /&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oFq4lwYfAbw/Tk-q6D1lffI/AAAAAAAABNg/MxkKfST7Bmo/s320/IMG_4262.JPG" style="cursor: move;" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Since she's working on home base, I suppose she's only able to serve 1 customer at a time? The room she made had a conducive &amp;amp; comfortable environment till I almost fell asleep when she was out of the room. Her service was good, design was good, attitude was good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D8JmtrJ11Sc/Tk-rCl1eTnI/AAAAAAAABNk/PzTmhKWNIX4/s320/IMG_4261.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Rating Time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Service: 9 / 10&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Design: 8.5 / 10&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Attitude: 10 / 10&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Price: 9.5 / 10&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Environment: 8 / 10&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;If you want to engage her service, drop her a facebook massage at her facebook &lt;a href="https://www.facebook.com/GorgeouzNails"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;amp; she'll get back to you with required details.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Said that I introduce you to her splendid service!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Toodles, wish all ladies got beautiful nails, if not get it done ASAP! :D :D :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11408234-7724616570664823145?l=www.ddoves.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ddoves.com/feeds/7724616570664823145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ddoves.com/2011/08/story-behind-beautiful-nails.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11408234/posts/default/7724616570664823145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11408234/posts/default/7724616570664823145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ddoves.com/2011/08/story-behind-beautiful-nails.html' title='Story behind the beautiful nails ~'/><author><name>qunhui dove</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106539392501263720484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-EwbCkNQxrYs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABdc/5AKovGMkT4g/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M4sVIf98pkU/Tk-rpx71QLI/AAAAAAAABN4/on8HQN0BE8g/s72-c/IMG_4247.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11408234.post-2768347507156070803</id><published>2011-08-12T01:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T01:13:39.023+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dove&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NL'/><title type='text'>Quotes</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;" &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;Yesterday is the sweetest memory of you,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;today i shall hold and kiss u for tomorrow is still an unknown.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; "&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a sweet line. I quote this from someone's message. On the exact day of the month which I actually received this. Guess I'll never forget how everything started. Yea yea, I know I'm a little too sentimental at times, but no choice, I'm just such a sentimental person!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something very wrong with me, keep wanting to eat prata for this week. Must have mushroom! I just love eating mushroom. Just now after dinner, I did some work and turn to my mum and said "Mama, I wanna eat prata" and gave me the wth look. hahahaha! She tell me to go Jln Kayu and eat myself, but I'm just so lazy :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway a line to reply the quote (though it wasn't sent):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;" &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;Memories are meant to be kept,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;No matter what has happened,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;I'll remember that smile of yours,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;For it is something that once change my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; "&lt;/blockquote&gt;Time for bed, goodnight! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://3.gvt0.com/vi/2eRV19TqDUs/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2eRV19TqDUs&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2eRV19TqDUs&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11408234-2768347507156070803?l=www.ddoves.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ddoves.com/feeds/2768347507156070803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ddoves.com/2011/08/quotes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11408234/posts/default/2768347507156070803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11408234/posts/default/2768347507156070803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ddoves.com/2011/08/quotes.html' title='Quotes'/><author><name>qunhui dove</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106539392501263720484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-EwbCkNQxrYs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABdc/5AKovGMkT4g/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11408234.post-3581100634958480941</id><published>2011-08-07T11:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T11:20:28.841+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Though Times'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dove&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NL'/><title type='text'>Bitterness</title><content type='html'>Something happened yesterday night. Though shocking but I accepted it. Truly anot I don't know. Guess I just have to accept the fact that things tend to come to an end as long as there's a start. You might have left but it might be a new beginning for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All sorts of feeling I had yesterday night. Sweet, bitter, spicy, and I mean in terms of emotions. I' happy you took the effort to discuss with me though I knew what you answer would already be at the start, but I guess it's better for me to be the one saying it so that it does not hurt so much compared to you being the one telling me. I hurt myself better then let others hurt me. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, didnt have enough sleep this weekend! So terrible. Slept for like 5hours or less, how am I to study with just this amount of energy :( Papers starting in 1 more week time, gotta mug!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I think, the pictures shall speak on my behalf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-njElIc6Q5hA/Tj4D_S04XYI/AAAAAAAABMI/D6USUSaTomY/s400/u+hav+no+idea+how+much+imu.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--GCQkhhccrE/Tj4EE5WxiyI/AAAAAAAABMM/QLTlxtAbPbM/s400/waiting.jpg" width="316" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heavy rain now, nice weather to get back and cuddle in bed.&lt;br /&gt;Toodles~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11408234-3581100634958480941?l=www.ddoves.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ddoves.com/feeds/3581100634958480941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ddoves.com/2011/08/bitterness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11408234/posts/default/3581100634958480941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11408234/posts/default/3581100634958480941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ddoves.com/2011/08/bitterness.html' title='Bitterness'/><author><name>qunhui dove</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106539392501263720484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-EwbCkNQxrYs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABdc/5AKovGMkT4g/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-njElIc6Q5hA/Tj4D_S04XYI/AAAAAAAABMI/D6USUSaTomY/s72-c/u+hav+no+idea+how+much+imu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11408234.post-5505642693546553962</id><published>2011-07-31T16:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T16:07:36.329+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Society'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Enjoy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Singapore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NDP 2011'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dove&apos;s'/><title type='text'>NDP 2011! WHEEE~~~</title><content type='html'>Went for NDP preview yesterday, thanks Peter for the ticket! During the parade, I was about to fall asleep, sorry people, parade just isn't my type. I reached late, so everything that happened before the parade, I missed it, and on purpose, didnt want to watch it :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall the performance was great and the fireworks was splendid! Enjoyable night! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, lazy to say so much, time to let the picture do the talking :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Gy1E4g4L8-I/TjTwJz9dV4I/AAAAAAAABME/LDIry023SW4/s1600/IMG_4049.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="297" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Gy1E4g4L8-I/TjTwJz9dV4I/AAAAAAAABME/LDIry023SW4/s400/IMG_4049.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Tickets &amp;amp; Whatever that was in the Funpack&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lB9YO_1y-k0/TjTu8lwtrUI/AAAAAAAABLg/Q4EvEtAhXkY/s320/IMG_4132.jpg" style="cursor: move;" width="239" /&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4JeT6fkxu9s/TjTvKV9eF4I/AAAAAAAABLk/jB5XSs2FWVE/s320/IMG_4131.jpg" style="cursor: move;" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The incredible invention for this year's NDP is the box of cubes you see in the top left of the picture. Many of those who text me told me they were in the cubes waiting for their turn to perform. I seriously wonder the cube can hold how many people!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uFg9KJcqDF8/TjTv9WJI_XI/AAAAAAAABL0/uGIFBJpXSEs/s1600/IMG_4068.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="297" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uFg9KJcqDF8/TjTv9WJI_XI/AAAAAAAABL0/uGIFBJpXSEs/s400/IMG_4068.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The night view from the float&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2DgqjxyhJns/TjTv3gq9r7I/AAAAAAAABLw/qPSNzZPyoL0/s400/IMG_4072.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Follow by the splendid firework, my favorite part!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VvXWdB0bR_w/TjTuUSKn4cI/AAAAAAAABLc/W6cbNRg7mJE/s1600/IMG_4121.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VvXWdB0bR_w/TjTuUSKn4cI/AAAAAAAABLc/W6cbNRg7mJE/s400/IMG_4121.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BDk0qDxK4R0/TjTuLk7n-TI/AAAAAAAABLY/jzE3V5KVtN4/s320/IMG_4123.JPG" style="cursor: move;" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o8aJlirHruk/TjTvRzY-ovI/AAAAAAAABLo/XlfPNAvVGe8/s320/IMG_4091.jpg" style="cursor: move;" width="239" /&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uzKox7Me7EY/TjTvZCUuQoI/AAAAAAAABLs/pMYgwPwrxRQ/s320/IMG_4084.jpg" style="cursor: move;" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;With Peter, my use to be part time boyfriend years back, the one who gave me the tickets, and one of performer. Thanks dude!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZZUmrNPuhLU/TjTtrOMZ_oI/AAAAAAAABLQ/GMD72pCN-zo/s320/IMG_4129.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GbQHeCStjoU/TjTt0f91RYI/AAAAAAAABLU/ct2MUlvRm-A/s320/IMG_4127.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;With Shaun, my companion for NDP!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u0ens_27Pdo/TjTv-YEFTlI/AAAAAAAABL4/5oHNqAeBkn8/s320/IMG_4061.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pN-fZY_5wUM/TjTv_GSRGfI/AAAAAAAABL8/ZtU7f_n9m0k/s320/IMG_4060.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And a video of the fireworks, try to catch the heart shape fireworks, it was beautiful!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-56277b5b19f8eda2" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D56277b5b19f8eda2%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331570653%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3D2234FC1DC36EEEF5FACE0EE5361211D6E4DDCA.85AA1E077B4A2F8157F62E7AEFA119F58862CB7B%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D56277b5b19f8eda2%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DoKaLAIXhqOaGOnL109oaz4C9-eU&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D56277b5b19f8eda2%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331570653%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3D2234FC1DC36EEEF5FACE0EE5361211D6E4DDCA.85AA1E077B4A2F8157F62E7AEFA119F58862CB7B%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D56277b5b19f8eda2%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DoKaLAIXhqOaGOnL109oaz4C9-eU&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Oh ya, the ending of the NDP makes me feel like dancing. It's totally like a dance floor! :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Toodles~&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11408234-5505642693546553962?l=www.ddoves.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ddoves.com/feeds/5505642693546553962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ddoves.com/2011/07/ndp-2011-wheee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11408234/posts/default/5505642693546553962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11408234/posts/default/5505642693546553962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ddoves.com/2011/07/ndp-2011-wheee.html' title='NDP 2011! WHEEE~~~'/><author><name>qunhui dove</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106539392501263720484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-EwbCkNQxrYs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABdc/5AKovGMkT4g/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Gy1E4g4L8-I/TjTwJz9dV4I/AAAAAAAABME/LDIry023SW4/s72-c/IMG_4049.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11408234.post-3507989566855861038</id><published>2011-07-18T02:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T22:51:10.854+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Enjoy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dove&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Matters of heart'/><title type='text'>Once my beloved parrot.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/07/17/2526.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/07/17/s_2526.jpg" style="margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 5px; margin-right: 5px; margin-top: 5px;" width="478" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice not? My brother drew them. Reminded me of my previous pet parrot. It was a noisy little one, always making noise in it's own cage. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I got it was another "such a coincident incident". This dumb parrot flew into my kitchen, and made lots of noise. Grandpa heard the noise coming from the kitchen and went to take a look. I still remember I was like "stupid bird, still don't wanna leave ar". there wasn't any food in sight and neither was it injured that it have to stay in my kitchen. On final thought, grandpa decide to catch it and keep it as my pet. We immediately called mummy to buy a cage home and meanwhile, we kept the parrot in an overturn netted dustbin while waiting for mummy to be back with its new home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess i'll never forget the time I spend with this parrot. I named it "ben niao (stupid bird)" can escape don't want, wait till we catch it. Everyweek, I would personally change its cage dressing, feed it everyday, ensure enough water, covering its cage at night to prevent it from catching a cold, once in awhile I'll make noise with it, quarrel with it. haha.Sometime I would even peep into it's cage when it's sleeping and it would wake up to look at me!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once in awhile my mum will let it out of its cage let it fly around the house. So many time I cried when this happen. I was so afraid it would fly out of the house and never return, I really loved it alot. Luckily, everytime they did manage to bring it back to its cage. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the day, I went for an overnight camp in school. On the next morning which I was suppose to be home, it passed away. When I reach home, seeing it lying in the cage not moving, not making any voice, I suddenly lost my voice and started crying. Just an hour or two before I reached home, it passed away. Why can't it wait for me to be home, let me atleast see it loving for the last time, before it sleeps for eternity. I was super depressed that I even wanted to keep its dead body but mum and bro told me to get rid of it and bro suggest that I buried it, and I did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On and off, when I see parrots similar to my once loved parrot, I'll always think of it. Thinking back of those times and smile for awhile. Those were sweet memories that I enjoy keeping and I want to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know that anyone or anything can just disappear the next moment, so do cherish everything you have right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. I am a sentimental person, be it a person or an animal, but please dot make use of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11408234-3507989566855861038?l=www.ddoves.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ddoves.com/feeds/3507989566855861038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ddoves.com/2011/07/once-my-beloved-parrot.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11408234/posts/default/3507989566855861038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11408234/posts/default/3507989566855861038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ddoves.com/2011/07/once-my-beloved-parrot.html' title='Once my beloved parrot.'/><author><name>qunhui dove</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106539392501263720484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-EwbCkNQxrYs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABdc/5AKovGMkT4g/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11408234.post-5057610968574937549</id><published>2011-07-15T03:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T07:32:57.501+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Enjoy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dove&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NL'/><title type='text'>Harry Potter &amp; The Deathly Hollow Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/07/14/2803.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/07/14/s_2803.jpg" style="margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 5px; margin-right: 5px; margin-top: 5px;" width="430" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just came back from e-hub watching the last part of Harry Potter. I was so excited when bf called and told me to book tickets for Harry Potter. I know I'll watch the movie, but I didn't expect so soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the movie was a disappointment! Fight not like fight, so gentle, so little action. Show me more action man!! Harry Potter fake death scene was worst. "You know who" zapped him and flashback happen and they both fell to the ground and Harry fake his death. I was like "HUH?!" liddat only? Finally seeing face to face and that's all? OMG, sad die me la. Don't ask me why I used "you know who" to refer to Voldemort, that's what they use in the movie, rather irritating if used too much actually. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie doesn't seem to have a really high peak. Guess the director was trying to make the whole movie a peak but somehow failed. A little draggy too. I shall not say too much to be a spoiler. If  you've watched the previous series of the movie then do watch the last part to complete your story k. Catch it before it too late! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogpress_location"&gt;Location:&lt;a href="http://maps.google.com/maps?q=Pasir%20Ris%20Street%2041,,Singapore%401.373200%2C103.959218&amp;amp;z=10"&gt;Pasir Ris Street 41,,Singapore&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/11408234-5057610968574937549?l=www.ddoves.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ddoves.com/feeds/5057610968574937549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ddoves.com/2011/07/harry-potter-deathly-hollow-part-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11408234/posts/default/5057610968574937549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11408234/posts/default/5057610968574937549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ddoves.com/2011/07/harry-potter-deathly-hollow-part-2.html' title='Harry Potter &amp;amp; The Deathly Hollow Part 2'/><author><name>qunhui dove</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106539392501263720484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-EwbCkNQxrYs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABdc/5AKovGMkT4g/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11408234.post-5432221569654360992</id><published>2011-07-07T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T23:49:14.975+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dove&apos;s'/><title type='text'>DJ + Bike</title><content type='html'>Hey people, I'm free to blog! Back to normal school days. Everyday seems like a long day and lesson remain so boring :( More &amp;amp; more projects &amp;amp; assignments coming up and I still dread going to school like usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I wanna build my own DJ set, like suddenly. Don't ask me why. Ever since May, I went back making my own mix at home with my mighty Macbook Pro only. I need more then my Macbook! Next step is to get the controller! I'm intending to get either DDJ-S1 or DDJ-T1, both from Pioneer though, one of my favorite brand. Currently spinning in my room at such time in the middle of the night with all my doors and windows closed. Hopefully my neighbor not so fussy, I TRIED TO REDUCE THE NOISE LEVEL LE! :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DDJ-T1 - works the way I was once thought and with the software I'm using. But 1 thing is I DON'T LIKE THE COLOR OF IT! -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sM5uBwSG4ck/ThXPtHdWqZI/AAAAAAAABKc/xmlD6UO5vrI/s1600/ddjt1-en01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="216" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sM5uBwSG4ck/ThXPtHdWqZI/AAAAAAAABKc/xmlD6UO5vrI/s400/ddjt1-en01.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DDJ-S1- Pretty much the same as DDJ-T1, just that it has an extra mic out and weigh 100gram heavier and I SIMPLY LOVE THE WAY IT LOOKS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f57PkSppGbc/ThXPuuVgmoI/AAAAAAAABKg/XFov3hISvd4/s1600/ddjt1l.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="187" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f57PkSppGbc/ThXPuuVgmoI/AAAAAAAABKg/XFov3hISvd4/s400/ddjt1l.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still figuring which one I should get, will go down to the retail store to try them out before getting it though. Not so soon afterall. So many to consider before getting it. Need make sure I find the right space in my room for it, the right sound system &amp;amp; many other stuff. If I really do get them I would post BIG here alright?&amp;nbsp;Had the thought of going for class 2B licence. Maybe I'll register at the end of the month when my funds start to come back. I'm like damn freaking poor now la, poor me :( Wanna go out chill also must reconsider.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many stuff I wanna do, and it's all like scattered all over. Like maybe, i wanna, wish i can. All the so unrealistic words, and so not like me. Alright abit nua this few days, will try to improve k :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to surfing more online stuff, addicted to buying stuff online this week :p&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight every soul out there! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A random post which I write with no order nor do I bother about the structure of it. LOL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11408234-5432221569654360992?l=www.ddoves.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ddoves.com/feeds/5432221569654360992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ddoves.com/2011/07/dj-bike.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11408234/posts/default/5432221569654360992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11408234/posts/default/5432221569654360992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ddoves.com/2011/07/dj-bike.html' title='DJ + Bike'/><author><name>qunhui dove</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106539392501263720484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-EwbCkNQxrYs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABdc/5AKovGMkT4g/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sM5uBwSG4ck/ThXPtHdWqZI/AAAAAAAABKc/xmlD6UO5vrI/s72-c/ddjt1-en01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11408234.post-5827336949637949445</id><published>2011-07-02T02:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T22:51:31.685+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Though Times'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dove&apos;s'/><title type='text'>End of papers!</title><content type='html'>wohoo~ all the papers are over, though I know I screw some of it, but there's nothing that can be done. what done cannot be undone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment I stepped out of the exam hall today, the only thing in my mind was Rihanna's song, S &amp;amp; M, na na na come on~ Yea, come on people, it's party time! All that was playing from my iPhone was songs that has beats, makes me wanna dance!! okok, I'm like going so wrong. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a little wild makeup to school today and sort of a translucent top, of course with a tube inside, for my papers. After paper ended, while crossing the zebra crossing in school, there's this guy riding his bike going pass me. He looked at me for awhile and ask "Hey, you need a ride home?" I stun for the moment. I was like "hello, I don't even know you and neither do you, you also dont know where I stay" like a totally WTH situation. I smiled and say "maybe some other time" and walked off. woah woah~ I learn that dressing a bit sexy/naughty to school allows you a free ride home. LOL. Anyway today's makeup was cuz it was my last paper, go loose abit can :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with my 2 lovely sisters, Elissa &amp;amp; XiaoHan, for dinner and chilling. What a nice thing to do. Totally enjoy bitching with them. Head to @ Punggol for dinner and watch people fish! We watch people fish till we also excited. Elissa wanna try and we might be going next Friday night to try. Anyone wanna join? *wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had 豆花 again! heehee :D *i know I'm being totally random*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, thanks to everyone out there for the support and encouragement for this tedious week of papers. EXample: Shaun, Kong Shen, Peter, Kit, Kenn, Nic, Cost, Paul, Brian, Darren, Guo Bao, Jon twinny &amp;amp; a few others. 一时之间can't name all. But all your jiayou and encouragement were received. Even if I fail don't scold me k, cuz I did my best :x &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you people, xoxo. muacks! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/07/01/2756.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="281" src="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/07/01/s_2756.jpg" style="margin: 5px;" width="210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogpress_location"&gt;Location:&lt;a href="http://maps.google.com/maps?q=Pasir%20Ris%20Drive%204,Singapore,Singapore%401.374862%2C103.958885&amp;amp;z=10"&gt;Pasir Ris Drive 4,Singapore,Singapore&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/11408234-5827336949637949445?l=www.ddoves.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ddoves.com/feeds/5827336949637949445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ddoves.com/2011/07/end-of-papers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11408234/posts/default/5827336949637949445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11408234/posts/default/5827336949637949445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ddoves.com/2011/07/end-of-papers.html' title='End of papers!'/><author><name>qunhui dove</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106539392501263720484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-EwbCkNQxrYs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABdc/5AKovGMkT4g/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11408234.post-3418040783327090224</id><published>2011-06-29T02:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T02:25:34.254+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dove&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Matters of heart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NL'/><title type='text'>Test Period :(</title><content type='html'>It's the hectic week full of test! So much to study for this girl with poor memory. Low memory space like always trying to remember the whole set of notes for the particular module everyday, just that it's of different module. So far, I've cleared 2 paper, Port Planning &amp;amp; Ship Chartering. I screw up my ship chartering paper today! Made me so moodless that I went to Bugis to buy my supplies like lash glue, fake lash &amp;amp; the cream puff I love to cheer myself up! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 more papers to go, Intermodal Transport, Maritime Law &amp;amp; Ship Management. So worried about law which I feel is the module with the most stuff to remember. Can I study something that does not require so much memorizing, it's killing me infact! Anyway, 3 more to go and I can take a break for slightly more than a month before the next dash. Hopefully I stop screwing up anymore papers. &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;BLESS ME PLEASE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much happen during this one month. Met up with heartbreaking session, love session, party time, emo times. Thanks to those who had fun together with me, those who went partying with me without spoiling my mood for the night! &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Love you guys lots!! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Party with you guys again after my papers alright? I miss you guys so much!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, met up with my godpa, Daniel, just now. Chat quite abit over a drinking session. He got his dream way of leading his life, got his jeep revamp, got a new place, new ways of enjoying life and new views of me. Sat he's going to make a new pair of specs with me &amp;amp; settle the doctor appointment with Dr. Tang at Jurong, so god darn far. He insist I see that doctor as he say he's a good doctor. I just hate doctor, gosh. Why am I seeing the doctor? Cuz I got frequent headache, turing pale&amp;amp; cold, weak at times. Godpa was pretty worried about my health when I told him it was actually quite some time already. I was like this few years ago and I believe it's due to my load of working, having not enough rest causing it to be back again. But anyway, see doctor and I'll know already, I hope *prays*. Godpa is staying so near to me now, I can't find him for dinner anytime &amp;amp; having someone to chat with anytime. Super awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very normal question godpa will ask whenever he meet me, "so who's the guy now? same as the previous one?" but sad to say, the answer this time was "nope, not the same guy". He was pretty concern about who's the guy, what he's like, what kind of person is he, blah blah blah. Tried explaining abit then I notice I don't know what I should say as I don't want to shock him. At the end he told me, "I feel happy for you, this guy seems ok compared to the past one." &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;HE'S A LONG WAIT K!!!!!!! &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;IF NOT WORTH IT I SHOULD JUST JOLLY WELL BANG THE WALL AND DIE!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; He was wondering how come nowadays I'm such a good girl spending so much time at home, going out so often and even daddy starts to ask my bros and godpa. Then today I told him, I'm a good girl, he believed and we're both happy. Ps: It's the guy you're with that changes your lifestyle at times :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got so much things I want to get!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Printer,&amp;nbsp;Portable iPhone charger (good one pls),&amp;nbsp;Camera,&amp;nbsp;Personal DJ set&amp;nbsp;&amp;amp; dance lesson!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; Shall get them slowly one by one, takes time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to bed~ Another paper tomorrow. Wish me luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;MY LIFE IS GOOD NOW! WOHOOO~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;Thanks for making it so wonderful ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s2mupchkFvk/TgocVI_KDsI/AAAAAAAABKQ/gICVBtK43xQ/s1600/happy-faces-balls-yellow-orange-smile.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s2mupchkFvk/TgocVI_KDsI/AAAAAAAABKQ/gICVBtK43xQ/s400/happy-faces-balls-yellow-orange-smile.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11408234-3418040783327090224?l=www.ddoves.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ddoves.com/feeds/3418040783327090224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ddoves.com/2011/06/test-period.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11408234/posts/default/3418040783327090224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11408234/posts/default/3418040783327090224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ddoves.com/2011/06/test-period.html' title='Test Period :('/><author><name>qunhui dove</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106539392501263720484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-EwbCkNQxrYs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABdc/5AKovGMkT4g/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s2mupchkFvk/TgocVI_KDsI/AAAAAAAABKQ/gICVBtK43xQ/s72-c/happy-faces-balls-yellow-orange-smile.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Pasir Ris, Singapore</georss:featurename><georss:point>1.372442 103.94954699999994</georss:point><georss:box>1.348956 103.91669799999994 1.3959279999999998 103.98239599999994</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11408234.post-3843911503781169344</id><published>2011-06-24T12:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T12:45:11.932+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dove&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NL'/><title type='text'>Dream come true, yet screwed?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uFK5-Rc5K4g/TgQWAyZRMBI/AAAAAAAABJ8/2o6O9wpeozo/s1600/broken_dreams.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uFK5-Rc5K4g/TgQWAyZRMBI/AAAAAAAABJ8/2o6O9wpeozo/s400/broken_dreams.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever felt like this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;Firstly, you've gotten something you really wanted.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;Secondly, you think that you're dreaming and it's a dream come true.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;Thirdly, you realize it's not the way you want it.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lastly, fuck yourself for screwing up your own life cuz you don't really want it that way&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I believe someone around is feeling like this right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did you experience this before? If you did, don't you find it ironic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what life is all about, you're never contented with what you have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What we wanted might be out of reach but no matter how hard it is, we want it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've got it, it feels quite ok, not bad, pretty good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But to think of it again, somehow I feel that I've screwed up someone else's life,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;which I don't want to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please give me a magic crystal ball that can answer all my questions,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;at least I'll know if I screwed your life up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway Mid Semester Test starting next week, so I shouldn't be thinking of all these stuff. Gotta score better this time round and I'm actually studying at my own pace, doing it slowly. Seriously what's wrong with me? -.- Guess I lack the motivation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Off to collect my stuff and attend a meeting in awhile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Toodles~&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11408234-3843911503781169344?l=www.ddoves.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ddoves.com/feeds/3843911503781169344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ddoves.com/2011/06/dream-come-true-and-yet-screwed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11408234/posts/default/3843911503781169344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11408234/posts/default/3843911503781169344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ddoves.com/2011/06/dream-come-true-and-yet-screwed.html' title='Dream come true, yet screwed?'/><author><name>qunhui dove</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106539392501263720484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-EwbCkNQxrYs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABdc/5AKovGMkT4g/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uFK5-Rc5K4g/TgQWAyZRMBI/AAAAAAAABJ8/2o6O9wpeozo/s72-c/broken_dreams.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Pasir Ris, Singapore</georss:featurename><georss:point>1.372442 103.94954699999994</georss:point><georss:box>1.348956 103.91669799999994 1.3959279999999998 103.98239599999994</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11408234.post-7486676923746655088</id><published>2011-06-18T16:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T16:22:22.881+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dove&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NL'/><title type='text'>Got it yet weird</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I've got what I really wanted,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;but not the feel of it.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;It feels different,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;not the way I wanted it.&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;Maybe it's just not meant to be?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;or not suitable?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;It wasn't mine to start with?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Seriously have no idea,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;all I know it just doesn't feel right.&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;The feeling is neither here nor there,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;not to any point,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;like no differences.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;zzz, seriously,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;screw myself.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n_kTkNWfpeA/TfxgJxxWMRI/AAAAAAAABJw/AAT3uMJZA3M/s1600/Anime-Girl-anime-girls-7642247-250-500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n_kTkNWfpeA/TfxgJxxWMRI/AAAAAAAABJw/AAT3uMJZA3M/s1600/Anime-Girl-anime-girls-7642247-250-500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Seriously, i need to figure it out before anything gets worst.&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/11408234-7486676923746655088?l=www.ddoves.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ddoves.com/feeds/7486676923746655088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ddoves.com/2011/06/got-it-yet-weird.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11408234/posts/default/7486676923746655088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11408234/posts/default/7486676923746655088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ddoves.com/2011/06/got-it-yet-weird.html' title='Got it yet weird'/><author><name>qunhui dove</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106539392501263720484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-EwbCkNQxrYs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABdc/5AKovGMkT4g/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n_kTkNWfpeA/TfxgJxxWMRI/AAAAAAAABJw/AAT3uMJZA3M/s72-c/Anime-Girl-anime-girls-7642247-250-500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11408234.post-3346857126485499801</id><published>2011-06-14T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T21:11:19.883+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Party'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sick'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shanghai Dolly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dove&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NL'/><title type='text'>Sick + Dolly</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Woke up feeling cold, dry throat and skin burning in the noon. Tried to speak and notice the change in my voice, the heat in my breath. I&amp;nbsp;realized&amp;nbsp;I'm actually having fever. Totally went mood-less and of course, voice-less.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Though sick, I know I can't stay home cuz it will just get worst and just nice Shaun darling called! :D We went for lunch @ Havelock Rd as I was making noise, wanting to eat the teochew porridge there. We went round round Havelock Rd from end to start just to find the particular store. I wasn't familiar with it as I only went once and so it's Shaun job to drive around and find the place for me :x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Next up was West Mall to look for Esther. Needed more lens, more solution and more case. Don't ask why I need so much cuz I have no idea too. LOL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--PeBeUSz6-U/TfdWre0EGAI/AAAAAAAABJA/0EsiLst-tHM/s400/IMG_3818.jpg" width="298" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Came home with 3 big bottles &amp;amp; 2 small bottle of Aosept solution, 1 small bottle of Revita lens solution, a box of P2 solution with some loose one and few pair of clear lens. It time I stop wearing color lens I think, unless attending a party? Had quite a hard time trying to find a place to stuff all this solution. My cupboard is full! or rather messy. Guess I need to re-arrange my stuff again, and that's when I'm all alone at home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Guess I wont be studying through the night today due to this sickness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;我平时不生病的，每次一病就大病一场。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Hope I'll get well soon, without having to see doctor. As I HATE DOCTORS!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;amp; yes, I manage to be the happiest lady that day @ Shanghai dolly! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;(Don't ask why)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Don't ask how high we were, maybe the picture helps explain :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Marcus &amp;amp; me, Shaun &amp;amp; Elissa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fD-QjHBPLE4/Tfdb1qnOfdI/AAAAAAAABJE/hAIlfW5kbP4/s320/IMG_3796.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2oatlkkFyZI/Tfdb9TyBvMI/AAAAAAAABJI/vRCyLRSR8FM/s320/IMG_3795.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me &amp;amp; Shaun, Kiev (New friend) &amp;amp; Me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-42sqdPQrldo/TfdcFJutilI/AAAAAAAABJM/Sa3930Vgxjg/s320/IMG_3794.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JcG_ST9-9vo/TfdcGN9VF4I/AAAAAAAABJQ/aqut5JC8FCY/s320/IMG_3789.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me &amp;amp; Cost dar, Elissa, me &amp;amp; Cost dar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-okV2rkyCugY/TfdcLbvj8KI/AAAAAAAABJU/FWQk0IyArC4/s320/IMG_3780.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z0-rHXrK240/TfdcgBHEW2I/AAAAAAAABJk/CY7QW3AifcI/s320/IMG_3756.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Jonathan, Me, Kong Shen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0hZiyWj2-Ds/TfdcR9R7V6I/AAAAAAAABJY/CFqMveP0z8A/s320/IMG_3776.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lin Jia &amp;amp; Shaun, Me &amp;amp; Shaun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hGTxoOHWPKY/TfdcYMkGVKI/AAAAAAAABJc/E6M9kYdQGCk/s320/IMG_3772.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pnOm6O9Pmzg/Tfdcfav0PSI/AAAAAAAABJg/BsQOdcl_yLo/s320/IMG_3770.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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/11408234-3346857126485499801?l=www.ddoves.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ddoves.com/feeds/3346857126485499801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ddoves.com/2011/06/sick-dolly.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11408234/posts/default/3346857126485499801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11408234/posts/default/3346857126485499801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ddoves.com/2011/06/sick-dolly.html' title='Sick + Dolly'/><author><name>qunhui dove</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106539392501263720484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-EwbCkNQxrYs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABdc/5AKovGMkT4g/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--PeBeUSz6-U/TfdWre0EGAI/AAAAAAAABJA/0EsiLst-tHM/s72-c/IMG_3818.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Pasir Ris, Singapore</georss:featurename><georss:point>1.372442 103.94954699999994</georss:point><georss:box>1.348956 103.91669799999994 1.3959279999999998 103.98239599999994</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11408234.post-6528843936596164372</id><published>2011-06-11T03:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T03:17:54.420+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Though Times'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dove&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NL'/><title type='text'>I just wanna know</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;When I saw your text saying that there was good news for me,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I wondered what good news it was.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Yet it turns out to be a bad news,&amp;nbsp;a sad thing,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;and yet you say that I should be happy&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;At that moment of time,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I was totally heartbroken.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I asked myself,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;do you see me as someone that gloats over your sadness/heartache?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;or do you see me as someone really so selfish?&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;After all these years,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Yes I admit I'm still waiting for the miracle to happen.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;But I know it won't happen.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;If it would happen,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;it would already have happened.&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;I know it's silly of me to hold on to a thin line of hope,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;so thin that it could easily break at the slightest touch.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I know I should have gave up long ago,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;but you always seem to turn back to me at the right time,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;or maybe you can call it the wrong time,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;just at the point where I was about to let it go, you came looking for me.&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;It's hard making a decision,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;yet harder to fulfill it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm waiting for a dream come true,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;which I don't know how long it might take.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;It might never even come,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;but I still believe there might be a change.&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;Ok, enough of my nonsense ranting.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Maybe I should just say it straight to the person instead,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;show hand once and for all.&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;Turning in for the night,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Goodnight&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BbVUaPHg85U/TfJttfhtqlI/AAAAAAAABI8/HZUaXU4VBAU/s1600/i+wish+i+was.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/11408234-6528843936596164372?l=www.ddoves.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ddoves.com/feeds/6528843936596164372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ddoves.com/2011/06/i-just-wanna-know.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11408234/posts/default/6528843936596164372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11408234/posts/default/6528843936596164372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ddoves.com/2011/06/i-just-wanna-know.html' title='I just wanna know'/><author><name>qunhui dove</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106539392501263720484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-EwbCkNQxrYs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABdc/5AKovGMkT4g/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BbVUaPHg85U/TfJttfhtqlI/AAAAAAAABI8/HZUaXU4VBAU/s72-c/i+wish+i+was.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Pasir Ris, Singapore</georss:featurename><georss:point>1.372442 103.94954699999994</georss:point><georss:box>1.348956 103.91669799999994 1.3959279999999998 103.98239599999994</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11408234.post-763678758468381974</id><published>2011-06-10T04:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T04:13:48.393+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dove&apos;s'/><title type='text'>Every starts eventually comes to an end</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="241" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_5g9cPdWi_w/TfEoZJJ-PaI/AAAAAAAABI4/PENwwtd0K0k/s400/lonely.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Every path we walk in life has a start,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;and of course a end.&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;We just do not know when the end will come,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;what the end will be like,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;and where the ending will be at.&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;Have any of you ever wonder how it feel like walking on a track&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;that you do not know about the ending?&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;Many of us nowadays simply walk on without bothering&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;if it might even be the ending you wanted.&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;Life is just such a bitch at times.&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;Fooling people into walking the path,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;and yet the wrong path.&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;Goodnight.&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/11408234-763678758468381974?l=www.ddoves.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ddoves.com/feeds/763678758468381974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ddoves.com/2011/06/every-starts-eventually-comes-to-end.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11408234/posts/default/763678758468381974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11408234/posts/default/763678758468381974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ddoves.com/2011/06/every-starts-eventually-comes-to-end.html' title='Every starts eventually comes to an end'/><author><name>qunhui dove</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106539392501263720484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-EwbCkNQxrYs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABdc/5AKovGMkT4g/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_5g9cPdWi_w/TfEoZJJ-PaI/AAAAAAAABI4/PENwwtd0K0k/s72-c/lonely.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Pasir Ris, Singapore</georss:featurename><georss:point>1.372442 103.94954699999994</georss:point><georss:box>1.348956 103.91669799999994 1.3959279999999998 103.98239599999994</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11408234.post-6223143766023512993</id><published>2011-06-08T04:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T04:28:40.552+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Though Times'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dove&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Matters of heart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NL'/><title type='text'>Wish</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Every now and then I feel that I'm wishing for a miracle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wishing for someone to understand the way I think&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wishing for someone to understand my thoughts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wishing for someone to know what I really want.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wishing for someone who's really able to unlock me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wishing for my home to be a proper home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wishing for my studies to reach the point I wanna achieve.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wishing for you to be back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wishing to see the miracle happen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wishing to see the&amp;nbsp;successful&amp;nbsp;one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So many wishes to work for, some are even hard to reach.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;People just gotta wish and aim for the possible &amp;amp; realistic one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But one wish will always remain, no matter how hard 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;It might not be mine to wish for in the first place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I'll always be working to reach there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Goodnight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0CqFxgGhCzA/Te6G0Sk_3KI/AAAAAAAABIc/TaPyrcwV_ss/s400/IMG_3703.jpg" width="298" /&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/11408234-6223143766023512993?l=www.ddoves.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ddoves.com/feeds/6223143766023512993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ddoves.com/2011/06/wish.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11408234/posts/default/6223143766023512993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11408234/posts/default/6223143766023512993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ddoves.com/2011/06/wish.html' title='Wish'/><author><name>qunhui dove</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106539392501263720484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-EwbCkNQxrYs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABdc/5AKovGMkT4g/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0CqFxgGhCzA/Te6G0Sk_3KI/AAAAAAAABIc/TaPyrcwV_ss/s72-c/IMG_3703.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11408234.post-4592933134163129614</id><published>2011-06-04T03:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T03:09:36.773+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dove&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Matters of heart'/><title type='text'>老鹰于我</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;老鹰的个性是不能被关住，&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;永远需要那广阔的天空，&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;需要它一直都有的自由，&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;大多数都是独来独往。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;老鹰一直保持住很高的防备心。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;只要看到敌人靠近，&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;就会有自卫和反击的动机。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;我就像只老鹰，&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;喜欢那自由的生活，&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;喜欢那广阔的天空，&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;喜欢无忧无虑的生活。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;不喜欢被绑，&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;不喜欢被管，&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;不喜欢被逼，&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;不喜欢被约束，&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;也不喜欢做事有限制。&lt;br /&gt;我要求无限！&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;我可以很凶。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;平时可以表面上对你好，&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;但背后却很想取你的命，&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;要你死了也不知怎么死的。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;要知道，要是我不能过我想过的生活，&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;那个人就就不应该在我的生命里出现，&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;要是出现了，我也会不惜一切把他赶走，&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;感觉对那人不自在。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;我可以很温顺，&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;但那是在没人过了我的防备范围，&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;没人管或约束我的时候。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;无论你是什么人，&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;什么地位，什么身份，&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;都不例外。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;只要有人让我不自在，&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;那人就不应该在我生命里出现。&lt;br /&gt;人生只有那么一次，&lt;br /&gt;当然是想过的快乐一点。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;知道说了这番话，&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;一定有人觉得我很霸道，目中无人。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;但你错了，&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;我只是想过属于我自己的生活，&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;寻找自己要过的生活。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;一个人不应该也不需要另一个人来告诉他，他的生活应该怎么过&lt;/b&gt;。&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;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;我的生活由我主宰，不需要任何人来插手。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;除非你是我的父母，不然论不到你插手！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&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/11408234-4592933134163129614?l=www.ddoves.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ddoves.com/feeds/4592933134163129614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ddoves.com/2011/06/blog-post_04.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11408234/posts/default/4592933134163129614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11408234/posts/default/4592933134163129614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ddoves.com/2011/06/blog-post_04.html' title='老鹰于我'/><author><name>qunhui dove</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106539392501263720484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-EwbCkNQxrYs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABdc/5AKovGMkT4g/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11408234.post-8286810586253174405</id><published>2011-06-03T13:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T16:05:18.646+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dove&apos;s'/><title type='text'>看到阿来了！</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;终于见到阿来了，&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;他每次来新我都很没有空，&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;但至少这次见到了！&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;帅哥一个啊！！哈哈。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;阿来，我，Shaun Darling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2iPoFaVh_YY/Tee_JrEyV7I/AAAAAAAABFQ/pwkZ8L0uqh4/s400/IMG_3645.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-knJrvR1NaB8/Tee_LIZdxRI/AAAAAAAABFU/VcQwHfMKXzg/s400/IMG_3647.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;阿来还带了两个朋友，&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;其实他们这次来是来工作的。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;只是晚上才开工，&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;所以白天有时间见面。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;到海边吹吹风，聊聊天，&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;听听海风，看着夕阳，&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;生活原来也可以那么的好。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;认识阿来也有差不多四年了吧，&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;但一只都没见过面，&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;只有一次刚好darling去马来西亚，&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;住在他家，和我webcam时，&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;看到了阿来在做猪！哈哈&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;那是我第一次看到真正的阿来&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;从没见面但阿来却能认得出我，&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;真是感动啊 :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;对不起啦，&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;一直有打算下去找阿来和harry，&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;但家里的王太后不准许，&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;我也没办法。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;希望下次还有机会见面！！&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;现在剩还没看到harry!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;几时要带来给我看看呢？ :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;自恋的我们 :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RA1o7h8TrrY/Tee-z1BcrxI/AAAAAAAABFM/k1FGt19AnQQ/s320/IMG_3642.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-amA6bqFrQuk/Tee-xclLVJI/AAAAAAAABFE/eIX5v6XyVKM/s320/IMG_3640.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11408234-8286810586253174405?l=www.ddoves.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ddoves.com/feeds/8286810586253174405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ddoves.com/2011/06/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11408234/posts/default/8286810586253174405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11408234/posts/default/8286810586253174405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ddoves.com/2011/06/blog-post.html' title='看到阿来了！'/><author><name>qunhui dove</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106539392501263720484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-EwbCkNQxrYs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABdc/5AKovGMkT4g/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2iPoFaVh_YY/Tee_JrEyV7I/AAAAAAAABFQ/pwkZ8L0uqh4/s72-c/IMG_3645.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11408234.post-5313070713202675149</id><published>2011-06-02T00:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T00:16:08.598+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Though Times'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dove&apos;s'/><title type='text'>Realistic Guys Thinking</title><content type='html'>Recently, I looked for one of my guys friends for help for my Final Year Project (FYP). &amp;nbsp;Everything started off well, thought we were not in contact for the past 13 months. He still helped me with all he can, providing me the informations and guiding me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a lady is&amp;nbsp;single, guys will do everything to get your attention. Whatever she wants, they will get it done for you. Where ever you wanna go, they'll bring you to it. That's where all the sweetness is, where all ladies will feel like they are the happiest lady on earth. At that point, it's really 要风得风，要雨得雨. &amp;nbsp;When they know that she's not single, all this guys seems to disappear all of a sudden. They feel that it's not worth wasting anymore time on a attached lady, not even as a friend. I feel that that's the most&amp;nbsp;frustrating&amp;nbsp;part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You lose friends when you're attached, you lose friends when they feel that they no longer should waste time on you. WHAT ON EARTH IS WRONG WITH YOU GUYS?! so it means you guys can't have any attached or married lady friends? Don't make sense right. If you're such a guy, I rather you keep away from me, take it as I'm always attached. &amp;nbsp;Don't even bother wasting anytime on me k.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought after 13 months, you have changed, but you're still the same. What a great disappointment. Maybe I shouldn't even have gone back to look for you for help. Just don't understand why you can't get over it when I was the 3rd party, when I feel that I shouldn't even be living on this world. At that point of time, I ask myself what's my worth. Shouldn't I be the one avoiding you instead? Guys nowadays all so sentimental? Don't know for real anot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're reading this, you know I'l driving this post at you. Please learn to handle things like a real man, I seriously wonder why and I stil that I'm in no wrong to leave at that time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11408234-5313070713202675149?l=www.ddoves.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ddoves.com/feeds/5313070713202675149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ddoves.com/2011/06/realistic-guys-thinking.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11408234/posts/default/5313070713202675149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11408234/posts/default/5313070713202675149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ddoves.com/2011/06/realistic-guys-thinking.html' title='Realistic Guys Thinking'/><author><name>qunhui dove</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106539392501263720484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-EwbCkNQxrYs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABdc/5AKovGMkT4g/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11408234.post-3142309316396021966</id><published>2011-05-28T03:31:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T00:29:31.075+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Though Times'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dove&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Matters of heart'/><title type='text'>Not a Very Good Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;Disclaimer : This post is full of words that don't sound nice. Example: god dam bloody hell, fuck, and all sort that comes into my mind. If you feel uncomfortable reading this words, I suggest you skip reading this post. Thanks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bad start early in the morning when I got out of bed. Feels like there's a earthquake in my head, it hurts like hell. I ask myself, why the hell my&amp;nbsp;migraine&amp;nbsp;start so dam fucking early in the morning, can't it just give me a break. It has been going on for months already, on and off it would hit my head from the inside. Sometime the pain is unbearable. I use to have an ex colleague who have migraine too. While we were too free, having nothing to do in office we started to talk about it one day. And then, I know that there's no cure for it.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt; &lt;b&gt;GOD SAKE, SOMETHING THAT FEELS SO TERRIBLE YET NO CURE? MEANS I GOTTA BEAR WITH THE PAIN TILL THE DAY I DIE, UNLESS IT DOESNT FEEL LIKE MAKE ME FEEL MISERABLE?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just did a google search on migraine, and it says that "&lt;i&gt;Migraine is caused by abnormal brain activity, which is triggered by stress, certain foods, environmental factors, or something else.&lt;/i&gt;" so which do I fall under? Abnormal brain activity? What the hell is abnormal brain activity like? Someone kindly please tell me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passed the whole day feeling weak, lethargic, moodless, sian, and anything along that line that you can think of. That's how jialat my mod was for the whole day. Migraine drop half of my mood already, then just, a moment ago, I was taken as a joke while going to take a bath. THANKS AR PEOPLE. While bathing, I ask myself, do i deserve such shit? do i deserve such a life? why the fuck I have to become your entertainment joke? &amp;nbsp;oh oh, I see! There's a majority vs minority so I lan lan suck thumb and just let it pass. Many of you who knows me well knows that I hate being taken as a joke, I'm more of a strict person.&amp;nbsp;Even when people joke there's a limit. I don't care whether if you're mad, crazy or you lose a screw, that's none of my bloody business. But making a fool out of me is my fucking business. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;When I was bathing I&amp;nbsp;actually cried, OMFG. WTH is wrong with me?!&lt;/i&gt; Lucky never was hair if not cry even longer. I even had the image of me jumping out of the second floor window just cause I wanna go for a walk, alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dove is someone who is nice to people around her. If it's your friend/relative, I'll give face and be nice too even though I might not like it. That's what I'm good at, I don't need to form a quarrel between you and them because of me, so whatever I can do I just do. Diam diam dio ho (Keep quiet will do). Sometimes it help solve lots of&amp;nbsp;nonsense, so why not?&amp;nbsp;I've got a super high adaptability, I adapt to things/place very quickly. &amp;nbsp;I adapted to the people around, gave all the respect I can. Respect is something that should be given to everyone around you, but not taken for granted. If you wanna be respected, then bloody hell respect other. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;EARN YOUR FUCKING RESPECT, UNDERSTAND?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Don't treat people around you like clowns or dogs, cause I'm neither of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also a straight forward person, don't like means don't like, won't think of the second thing to speak of. What's the first thing? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;FUCK OFF!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Yet suddenly, when I encounter it just now, I just kept quiet. So not me, what's wrong with me. How come I suddenly become so humji/coward? Maybe I'm tired of all this shit around me already, tired of things happening around me. So much to cope with in fact.&amp;nbsp;I sense that I'm facing an emotional breakdown soon. All this thoughts and vision is actually making me go mad. Guess my cousin's&amp;nbsp;suicidal&amp;nbsp;case did somehow or rather affected me.&amp;nbsp;Sometime I forgot why I'm here, what am I doing here? I don't really get the answer now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I guess I'll stop here before I really go into deeper thinking and go berserk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly,&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; GOD DAM HELL, I DON'T DESERVE SUCH A LIFE.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11408234-3142309316396021966?l=www.ddoves.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ddoves.com/feeds/3142309316396021966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ddoves.com/2011/05/not-very-good-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11408234/posts/default/3142309316396021966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11408234/posts/default/3142309316396021966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ddoves.com/2011/05/not-very-good-day.html' title='Not a Very Good Day'/><author><name>qunhui dove</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106539392501263720484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-EwbCkNQxrYs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABdc/5AKovGMkT4g/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11408234.post-1775527998714567243</id><published>2011-05-23T00:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T00:23:46.632+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dove&apos;s'/><title type='text'>Changes</title><content type='html'>Notice the change in me? Suddenly I feel that I'm short temper, spending money without second thought, taking cab around without hesitation. So not right, that's not the lifestyle I use to have, and not what I wanna have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From now on, no taking of cab, only public transport! Unless in a rush, which I feel is acceptable. Time to save money, I'm no longer working, I gotta remember that! Say yes to studying, but I need to ensure that I get enough rest too. Notice that I've not been getting enough rest this few days and my backache seems to have gotten worst. Hate having pain or aching all over my body, just feel so terrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to school tomorrow, hope I won't feel lethargic. If I were to feel sleepy or moodless halfway through the day, nothing would get into my brain, which means I wasted another day in school! OMG! My FYP group is seriously slacking. We need to get the proposal up by next week and yet our topic is not really fix yet. All slackers! and yet I don't wish to be the only pushing force, can be quite tiring. Hais, how? &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;TI GONG AR, PLEASE TEACH ME WHAT TO DO?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, I know that I'm just randomly ranting and I need to get to bed now if not I'll wake up feeling totally shag x.x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11408234-1775527998714567243?l=www.ddoves.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ddoves.com/feeds/1775527998714567243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ddoves.com/2011/05/changes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11408234/posts/default/1775527998714567243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11408234/posts/default/1775527998714567243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ddoves.com/2011/05/changes.html' title='Changes'/><author><name>qunhui dove</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106539392501263720484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-EwbCkNQxrYs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABdc/5AKovGMkT4g/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11408234.post-6909856730073238283</id><published>2011-05-21T11:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-21T11:40:31.763+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dove&apos;s'/><title type='text'>Sleepless</title><content type='html'>Morning! I can't believed that I'm&amp;nbsp;awake&amp;nbsp;so early in the morning plus I didn't sleep very early last night. Guess that means,&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;DOVE DID NOT GET ENOUGH SLEEP!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Insufficient sleep for Dove will cause her to be short temper, sharp tongue for the day. And the best thing is that, I can't fall back to sleep! Guess this totally ruin my day.&amp;nbsp;Now my stomach feels weird too. Whenever I don't get enough sleep everything seems to go haywire. Wonder is it my mind or my body, sometime abit mad too. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever felt drowning in someone's love for you? I wonder how it felt like. Didn't experience it before. Is is something good or bad? How does it feel? No matter how much I love someone, I don't seem to be able to drown them in my love too. Is it cause it isn't strong enough? &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A track for for whoever reading this boring post, by a boring girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Armin Van Buuren's Drowing, Feat Laura V&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://1.gvt0.com/vi/QE-minKAGtk/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QE-minKAGtk&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QE-minKAGtk&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nice song, and did I ever mention that me and my brother is totally mad over Armin Van Buuren.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Too bad my brother is a little too young, that the previously he came to Zouk he can't go!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My dear brother, please wish that time goes faster so that you're able to club when you're&amp;nbsp;favorite&amp;nbsp;DJ is here :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Off to rolling on my bed, sleepless. zzzz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11408234-6909856730073238283?l=www.ddoves.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ddoves.com/feeds/6909856730073238283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ddoves.com/2011/05/sleepless.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11408234/posts/default/6909856730073238283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11408234/posts/default/6909856730073238283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ddoves.com/2011/05/sleepless.html' title='Sleepless'/><author><name>qunhui dove</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106539392501263720484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-EwbCkNQxrYs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABdc/5AKovGMkT4g/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11408234.post-2618439465837699054</id><published>2011-05-15T23:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T13:08:53.371+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nightlife'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Party'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dove&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Entertainment'/><title type='text'>Neverland</title><content type='html'>Went to Neverland @ Orchard Plaza yesterday. Wondering when was the previous time I went to such place, I can't recall. If I wasn't wrong it was also Neverland but with Jayden, Hong, ZG, Jo, Gracey &amp;amp; Chun. Can't remember what&amp;nbsp;occasion&amp;nbsp;it was that took us there already. That time I was a good girl, I only drink, didn't socialise around. Pure drinking only, little&amp;nbsp;alcohol, lots of soft drinks and staying within own table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was different. Went with Ben and his friends. By right we're suppose to go watch Priest @ The Cathy but there were no nice seats left so change of plan :( When they first said drinking, I got the "HUH" look. I ask myself if I can drink, If I'll be bored there as I don't really know them. And on second thoughts I told myself I shouldn't bother so much, reach there and find a way to enjoy myself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reach Orchard Plaza, but went opposite for dinner first. I can't drink with an empty stomach, that's me for not eating for the whole day. Die die must eat first, if not very easily drunk -.- I remember the first time I went drinking on an empty stomach, though I drank lesser than usual but I ended up&amp;nbsp;vomiting&amp;nbsp;like mad. Don't wanna mess with my body again so I'll always remind myself not to drink with an empty stomach. Don't try me, if not I'll just go home without drinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neverland still filled with so much handsome guys &amp;amp; pretty babes, like always! We're sitting quite near the stage. If you're there of course you'll be facing the stage and watching the performance right? That's what I did. And if I'm not wrong, I&amp;nbsp;electrocuted&amp;nbsp;one of the&amp;nbsp;guitarist! HAHAHA! Firstly, he kept looking at me, then suddenly he raise his glass for a drink with me. The usual friend me is, I'll drink since you toast me. Be friendly k! :) Next was a British guy. He self introduced himself to me, shook hands, and a little peck on my hand. Ben and his friend was playing card so I self entertain by watching performance and talking to the British guy, Chris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think Ben's friend saw Chris giving me a little peck on my hand and wasn't happy. Totally turned off -.- Aiyo, it's just a friendly gesture, nothing much k -.- Hopefully will meet into Chris again, he's quite a nice guy. LOL! Continue watching performance and drinking. 1 bottle of Martel finish, which means it's time to leave so 不舍得走 :( Some of them wanna grab a bite so we went for supper. While sitting there relaxing, suddenly I feel giddy but don't feel like&amp;nbsp;vomiting. Not like I drank too much, I was still clear minded and walking straight! Guess it was because of my low blood pressure that cause me to become giddy and can't walk for long. But still manage to get home after some rest&amp;nbsp;in between&amp;nbsp;the walk home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home Sweet Home~&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story: People like me with low blood pressure, don't drink too much, must control k :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Clear minded Dove @ coffeshop waiting for supper :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-W07PdADHc6E/Tc_k5aONiMI/AAAAAAAABE4/NDYBdWpvGRU/s1600/IMG_3465.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;As for now, time for bed! Tomorrow another long day at school and then another public holiday! This month so many public holiday which made me totally nua/lazy to do anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to bed, GoodNight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11408234-2618439465837699054?l=www.ddoves.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ddoves.com/feeds/2618439465837699054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ddoves.com/2011/05/neverland.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11408234/posts/default/2618439465837699054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11408234/posts/default/2618439465837699054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ddoves.com/2011/05/neverland.html' title='Neverland'/><author><name>qunhui dove</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106539392501263720484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-EwbCkNQxrYs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABdc/5AKovGMkT4g/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-W07PdADHc6E/Tc_k5aONiMI/AAAAAAAABE4/NDYBdWpvGRU/s72-c/IMG_3465.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11408234.post-4635246320093396015</id><published>2011-05-13T00:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T04:48:40.788+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dove&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Wen's 15th</title><content type='html'>Gosh, wonder what's wrong with me. Yet to hit the normal sleepy timing and I've been yawning non-stop already. It's like my bed is calling for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just nice it has passed midnight, and it's my little brother's 15th birthday! So fast 15 years old already, few more years and it's time for NS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I feeling so tired, so lethargic? Guess I didn't sleep well this few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to bed.&lt;br /&gt;I know, this is just a random entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11408234-4635246320093396015?l=www.ddoves.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ddoves.com/feeds/4635246320093396015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ddoves.com/2011/05/wens-15th.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11408234/posts/default/4635246320093396015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11408234/posts/default/4635246320093396015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ddoves.com/2011/05/wens-15th.html' title='Wen&apos;s 15th'/><author><name>qunhui dove</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106539392501263720484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-EwbCkNQxrYs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABdc/5AKovGMkT4g/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11408234.post-377046858686556007</id><published>2011-05-11T23:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T22:16:51.410+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='JLYC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dove&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>放生</title><content type='html'>有开始就会有结局。我们有了甜蜜的开始，经过了不少风风雨雨，有喜有悲，也有过两人从未有过的经验。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;谢谢你这几个月的照顾，爱护和陪伴。几个月来我真的很快乐。在我心情最低落，想要自己一个人自己走过那段路的时候，你没离开我。你牵着我，叫我别害怕因为你会陪我走过的。当时我地缺很害怕，但有你在身边好多了。陪我走过那一段，陪我到海边让我痛痛快快的哭出来，让我知道你一直都在，让我知道我不需要带着个假面具过生活，让我知道什么是幸福，怎样才算被疼爱，一个小女人的滋味。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我做过的坏你没看到，所以依然觉得是你辜负了我。但不是，是因为你没看到我的坏。错不在于你所以请不要在自责。我未曾怪过你，也没嫌弃过你。我不知你目前的想法是怎么的。&lt;br /&gt;希望你能好好过，赶紧振作起来，好好的生活下去，找一个真正属于你的幸福。&lt;br /&gt;我不会在是你的拖累／负担，没人会在精神上折磨你了。哈哈。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你会不喜欢但我还是会做。我要得到的消息就算没有他我相信还是会有人告诉我的。我只需要知道你过的怎么，其他的我都不会插手。你自由了。哈哈。有太多太多说不出口，我也不想再提了。不重要了，所以也没必要。其实是我写不下去了。我真可笑。有几次写了好长的简讯想发给你，但最终还是没能发给你。不够勇气也不想影响你。但到现在这些简讯依然还在，会是我的回忆，各人的回忆。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我唱的”我以为“永远不如你，那还是你的专唱。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://2.gvt0.com/vi/-8WJmNZnLFo/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-8WJmNZnLFo&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-8WJmNZnLFo&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;有在一起的一天，就会有分开的一天。&lt;br /&gt;我不曾信天长地久，白头偕老。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11408234-377046858686556007?l=www.ddoves.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ddoves.com/feeds/377046858686556007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ddoves.com/2011/05/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11408234/posts/default/377046858686556007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11408234/posts/default/377046858686556007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ddoves.com/2011/05/blog-post.html' title='放生'/><author><name>qunhui dove</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106539392501263720484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-EwbCkNQxrYs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABdc/5AKovGMkT4g/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11408234.post-198126655463699295</id><published>2011-04-28T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T23:40:46.581+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Society'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Views'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dove&apos;s'/><title type='text'>Dogs</title><content type='html'>Had nothing to do at such time in the night so decided to browse through some breeds about dogs. Who know I ended up broswing through the whole long list of all the breeds of dog in the world. Out of the thousands over breed (I think there is this amount, I didn't count one by one ya), I selected the 9 breeds that I want to own!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First one on the list:&amp;nbsp;Alaskan Malamute! I'm in love with this particular breed ever since young. I would disturb my dad that I want one of this, but he would always reject me as my younger brother use to be afraid of dogs :( Now want to have one also no time already. But never mind, I'll have one in the future! Always my dream to own one of this as my best friend at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5faYrmStE2M/TbmEEtG8vTI/AAAAAAAABDo/DPrIeCoRXP8/s1600/Alaskan.malamute.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5faYrmStE2M/TbmEEtG8vTI/AAAAAAAABDo/DPrIeCoRXP8/s640/Alaskan.malamute.jpg" width="483" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up is the&amp;nbsp;Alaskan Klee Kai. I know it looks similar to the&amp;nbsp;Alaskan Malamute but fiercer. Does its fierceness scares you off? So back off from my property k. heehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mHUXOIJoGqs/TbmEInB16uI/AAAAAAAABD0/1DPUgl_WR8s/s1600/WOWAKK-Kukai-Alaskan-Klee-Kai.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mHUXOIJoGqs/TbmEInB16uI/AAAAAAAABD0/1DPUgl_WR8s/s1600/WOWAKK-Kukai-Alaskan-Klee-Kai.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The followings breeds are also loved by me. Do you know what breed is it? You can look through the whole list of dog breeds at wikipedia, and that's what I did since I had nothing to do. &amp;nbsp;Just by looking at them makes me feel different, feel better. Have been having bad dream for the whole day today during my nap. Woke up from one nap due to a bad dream, and went back to nap. Woke up from the second nap to another bad dream. Just not my day I suppose. Somehow all this pictures of the dogs made me felt better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TTuYIacYCgA/TbmEAE2iMYI/AAAAAAAABDY/JIaqthnpNp4/s1600/653px-Scrappypom.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="367" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TTuYIacYCgA/TbmEAE2iMYI/AAAAAAAABDY/JIaqthnpNp4/s400/653px-Scrappypom.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CNvRkgDeUug/TbmD-1mJW5I/AAAAAAAABDU/2NHL7aGT6zI/s1600/220px-Goldilocks.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="360" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CNvRkgDeUug/TbmD-1mJW5I/AAAAAAAABDU/2NHL7aGT6zI/s400/220px-Goldilocks.gif" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cVkJOkxmQ5g/TbmEAgzy8II/AAAAAAAABDc/ar6I5aSYcl4/s1600/679px-Elo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="352" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cVkJOkxmQ5g/TbmEAgzy8II/AAAAAAAABDc/ar6I5aSYcl4/s400/679px-Elo.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wme2_-Qh6lI/TbmEBXVvQWI/AAAAAAAABDg/QuP87ED6JPI/s1600/764px-American_Eskimo_Dog.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="312" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wme2_-Qh6lI/TbmEBXVvQWI/AAAAAAAABDg/QuP87ED6JPI/s400/764px-American_Eskimo_Dog.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hiBWbQcW1Ys/TbmEDAVxEGI/AAAAAAAABDk/4x-fAWn6wcQ/s1600/800px-Taka_Shiba.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hiBWbQcW1Ys/TbmEDAVxEGI/AAAAAAAABDk/4x-fAWn6wcQ/s400/800px-Taka_Shiba.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ztt_ThfxF68/TbmEFAjYsvI/AAAAAAAABDs/VZd3vFwJscc/s1600/Finnish_Spitz_600.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ztt_ThfxF68/TbmEFAjYsvI/AAAAAAAABDs/VZd3vFwJscc/s400/Finnish_Spitz_600.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AJ9A5opie0U/TbmEHEDAzRI/AAAAAAAABDw/NQaCJeWct48/s1600/Japspitzpup.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="375" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AJ9A5opie0U/TbmEHEDAzRI/AAAAAAAABDw/NQaCJeWct48/s400/Japspitzpup.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They may look cute, lovable and whatever feeling they bring you that touched you or made them interested in them. But if you decide to own them, please make sure you're ok with the&amp;nbsp;responsibility&amp;nbsp;you're about to carry. They're just like human beings, need someone to be with, needs attention and love. If you decide to keep a pet, remember, never ever neglect them. They bought you happiness at times when you needed I believe, so love them like how you did when you first got them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of 5th Feb 2011, there are actually 34 breeds of dogs that has already extinct. Some examples are the&amp;nbsp;English White Terrier,&amp;nbsp;Tweed Water Spaniel &amp;amp;&amp;nbsp;English Water Spaniel as shown in respective order below. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RrhFciCsWiw/TbmJm-Ql1mI/AAAAAAAABD8/ReM9wcwxP70/s1600/Old_English_White_Terrier.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RrhFciCsWiw/TbmJm-Ql1mI/AAAAAAAABD8/ReM9wcwxP70/s400/Old_English_White_Terrier.jpg" width="321" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-87nd2H10zJM/TbmJnaduoFI/AAAAAAAABEA/Ukv748DiHvA/s1600/Tweed_Water_Spaniel.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="257" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-87nd2H10zJM/TbmJnaduoFI/AAAAAAAABEA/Ukv748DiHvA/s400/Tweed_Water_Spaniel.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rAZltR8hztM/TbmJmSYTpqI/AAAAAAAABD4/yVe5dBfkXQo/s1600/English_Water_Spaniel.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="345" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rAZltR8hztM/TbmJmSYTpqI/AAAAAAAABD4/yVe5dBfkXQo/s400/English_Water_Spaniel.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite a sad thing that there's actually extinction of dogs too. Let's protect them and stop extinction from increasing. Extinction doesn't benefit anyone, but yet the people in the future doesn't get to learn about them, which is quite a rather sad thing. so Protect Animals!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11408234-198126655463699295?l=www.ddoves.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ddoves.com/feeds/198126655463699295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ddoves.com/2011/04/dogs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11408234/posts/default/198126655463699295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11408234/posts/default/198126655463699295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ddoves.com/2011/04/dogs.html' title='Dogs'/><author><name>qunhui dove</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106539392501263720484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-EwbCkNQxrYs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABdc/5AKovGMkT4g/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5faYrmStE2M/TbmEEtG8vTI/AAAAAAAABDo/DPrIeCoRXP8/s72-c/Alaskan.malamute.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11408234.post-317020827703108984</id><published>2011-04-26T14:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T23:09:48.276+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dove&apos;s'/><title type='text'>School</title><content type='html'>School, study, homework. Finally a break in between lessons. Everytime come to his lecture/tutorial, I always have lots to write. In the past, my notes &amp;amp; books use to be totally clean! now, like no space to write -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="600" src="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/04/25/s_5096.jpg" style="margin: 5px;" width="600" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so many projects starting already and homeworks also starting to come in. Think I really cannot lazy le :( Guess got less time for my own stuff already. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, think I need to send my specs for some changes. the lens chipped and abit unbalance already. Maybe it's time for a new pair? without my specs, I'm like a blind mice in class, everything can't be seen although I'm already sitting in the first row. Really terrible -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time for me to take a break before continuing lesson. don't forget to miss me k ! :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogpress_location"&gt;Location:&lt;a href="http://maps.google.com/maps?q=Dover%20Rd,,Singapore%401.308351%2C103.779798&amp;amp;z=10"&gt;Dover Rd,,Singapore&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/11408234-317020827703108984?l=www.ddoves.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ddoves.com/feeds/317020827703108984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ddoves.com/2011/04/school.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11408234/posts/default/317020827703108984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11408234/posts/default/317020827703108984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ddoves.com/2011/04/school.html' title='School'/><author><name>qunhui dove</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106539392501263720484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-EwbCkNQxrYs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABdc/5AKovGMkT4g/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11408234.post-8574780012451676760</id><published>2011-04-24T23:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T23:29:19.171+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dove&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy'/><title type='text'>Lucas's First Month</title><content type='html'>Just reach home about an hour ago from baby Lucas first month. He so super duper cute la! When I see my cousin (Lucas's mom), I shock. she's so slim. Slimmer then before pregnant. Imagine a mum just gave birth, sure to have fats somewhere or what. But she totally don't have! Imagine how much weight she lose in this first month. Super fast la! If only if I can slim down so quickly :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grace mommy (my cousin) &amp;amp; me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/04/24/1718.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/04/24/s_1718.jpg" style="margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 5px; margin-right: 5px; margin-top: 5px;" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meanwhile, it was like a family gathering. Met up with the rest of cousins and the fat bear! So hard to even get to see the stupid fat bear, still know how call jiejie hur, den better guai guai reply my SMS next time k! idiot! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my beloved cousins and me :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/04/24/1719.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/04/24/s_1719.jpg" style="margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 5px; margin-right: 5px; margin-top: 5px;" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/04/24/1720.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/04/24/s_1720.jpg" style="margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 5px; margin-right: 5px; margin-top: 5px;" width="298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/04/24/1721.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/04/24/s_1721.jpg" style="margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 5px; margin-right: 5px; margin-top: 5px;" width="298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, one of my cousin say the baby like mine. I carry the baby till it looks like mine. Carry got difference de meh? -.-" when I pass to my cousin to carry, baby Lucas cry! I know baby Lucas like me to carry him :x &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so many ask when my turn to be mama -.- when I post the baby photo in twitter, all thought is my baby. omg faint. haven't pregnant how to have baby?! Jason still call mr and say "gong xi" for awhile I stun. Gong xi me for what? then he told ne is Ben told him I pregnant. LOL! scare die me. Anyway, Jason you xin le, Ben too. One day meet for coffee k :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ending off with pictures of me carrying baby Lucas. Look like a mother ma? keke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rHveUdv3cRE/TbRArXXZMMI/AAAAAAAABCo/IfWAZt_Iov8/s1600/IMG_3355.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rHveUdv3cRE/TbRArXXZMMI/AAAAAAAABCo/IfWAZt_Iov8/s400/IMG_3355.jpg" width="298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aZc9OH1lrKE/TbRAwpIN_YI/AAAAAAAABCs/FopEpTAlVrA/s1600/IMG_3356.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aZc9OH1lrKE/TbRAwpIN_YI/AAAAAAAABCs/FopEpTAlVrA/s400/IMG_3356.jpg" width="298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogpress_location"&gt;Location:&lt;a href="http://maps.google.com/maps?q=In%20my%20bed.%20%401.373716%2C103.958287&amp;amp;z=10"&gt;In my bed. &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/11408234-8574780012451676760?l=www.ddoves.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ddoves.com/feeds/8574780012451676760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ddoves.com/2011/04/lucas-first-month.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11408234/posts/default/8574780012451676760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11408234/posts/default/8574780012451676760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ddoves.com/2011/04/lucas-first-month.html' title='Lucas&amp;#39;s First Month'/><author><name>qunhui dove</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106539392501263720484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-EwbCkNQxrYs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABdc/5AKovGMkT4g/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rHveUdv3cRE/TbRArXXZMMI/AAAAAAAABCo/IfWAZt_Iov8/s72-c/IMG_3355.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11408234.post-133091163170184363</id><published>2011-04-20T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T21:31:33.419+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Views'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tips'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Type of relationships</title><content type='html'>Hey girls, have you ever been in such senario?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You start dating a good man and eventually you get into a serious relationship with him. But as time goes by, you notice more of his faults and his temper gets worse. As things get worst, one of you reaches their boiling point and the break up finally happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. You have been in a&amp;nbsp;relationship&amp;nbsp;with your boyfriend for a long time, and might even have kids already. But the problem is, hei's absolutely not interested in getting married. Finally, tired of your "nagging" as he calls it, he leave you behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have any of you ladies ever encountered such situation? I've encountered it.&lt;br /&gt;This sort of thing happens to millions of women all over the world, causing untold suffering &amp;amp; anguish to ladies. The worst part is, many of these flawed relationship could have been avoided if we all knew the reason why men disappear from their commitments. So guys, if you can't commit, leave ladies alone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've grouped why guys don't want/can't commit into 4 category.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1. &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;HE'S SIMPLY NOT READY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some guys aren't simply ready for a serious relationship. Some of these guys sincerely tries to make the relationship work, but ultimately when the pressure become too great to bear, he gives up and runs away! Unfortunately, there's little a women can do to make him feel ready. In fact trying to make him "grow up" and "mature" in the relationship may actually make him want to run earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might be asking, "how can you tell if a man is ready?" Unfortunately, it's not that easy to tell. Even if a man is confident, successful and responsible, there's a chance he might not know a thing about love relationship. I'm sure many of you have seen celebrities, "master of their act", failing miserably in their love life. It doesn't matter how rich, how&amp;nbsp;successful&amp;nbsp;or how confident the guy is, if he's not ready, he's just not and all he will do is to run away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Advise: Don't put pressure on your guy, give him some time to be ready. If you feel that the time is too long, then don't wait. 女人的青春有限&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2.&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;HE'S NOT WILLING&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, other men are simply not willing to commit to a relationship. No matter how good the relationship becomes, they simply resist any talk about marriages, about the future, about settling down. These guys resent being "pressed" to commit. In fact sometimes they simply get so fed up of all the "nagging" they get from their partner that they simply give up, pack their stuff, and leave. What's sad about such men is that they actually have the gall to leave their women behind after giving them the false hope. What's more, the women become so bitter, miserable and jaded that it literally kills any hope for any romance and happiness in the future, even if a better men does come along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;nbsp;truly&amp;nbsp;hope this doesn't happen to anyone. But&amp;nbsp;unfortunately, it happens to countless women all over the world every single day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Advise: Find another guy, seriously. If he's being so bastard by just having fun and not wanting to commit then why put all your energy and heart just to make sure the relationship work. What's more, with a guy that doesn't have a future with you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3.&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;HE'S SATISFIED BEING A BACHELOR&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some guys disappear from their relationship as they are simply satisfied with being single and free. They love the single life so much that they don't want to settle down with any woman. Another word for such guys "players". As faceless as it may sound, they prefer meeting many single woman frequently over settling down with one woman for the rest of his life. He loves the bachelorhood and nothing can change his mind about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask yourself: have you ever dated a player? are you stuck with a player right now? how do you deal with player? And if you're stuck with a player right now, ask yourself "is this what you want? or do you want something more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Advise: If you intend to settle down, this is the type of guys you would want to avoid. Not only will they hurt you so badly without giving you a good ending, and also end up wasting lots of your time. Go for a guy who can be with you for long and able to commit .&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4. &lt;b style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;YOU DID SOMETHING WRONG&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's possible that you did something wrong that hurt him so badly and contrary to popular belief, men do get hurt too! (DUH~) and sometime worst/more than ladies. I've got a guy friend, let's call him ABC. There's once when he broke of with his girlfriend whom he has been in a 3 years long relationship with. He told me "We don't need a&amp;nbsp;handkerchief&amp;nbsp;for our tears nor a towel. All we need is a freaking BLANKET!" He broke off with her after deciding he'd had enough of her critism, her nagging and her jealousy issue. Although he knew breaking up with her was the right thing to do, he still miss her sometime. You don't expect a 3 year&amp;nbsp;relationship&amp;nbsp;to end and not wonder how the other party was, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies, sometimes, ask yourself, is it something you have done that have actually drove him away?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Advise to ladies: Think before you speak. Give them the freedom they need and the dignity every guys need. Spend more time understanding what they want and what they don't. Learn to give and take. Nagging might be your way of care/concern, but to guys it might be irritating. Change a way of showing you care and concern might help&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#5&lt;i&gt;. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;THE HAPPILY EVER AFTER&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After those negative one, of course happy ending still does exist. There're many happy couples around, with kids, their own family. I suppose this is an ending many would want. To get such ending, there's always up and down on the path towards the destination. After going through all the up and downs, happiness will come. Go through everything with you partner, be it good and bad, stay by their side giving them the support/shoulder they need. You never know how great the power of love is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is someone you can rely on for the rest of your life. He/she makes you feel safe whenever you're together. No matter what happen, you just want to stay by their side to make sure they're fine and giving them whatever they need which you could provide. Someone who is committed towards the relationship that's between both of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Advise: You don't need any, just be true to each other!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which type of guys/gals are you dating now? Which type of guys/gals are you looking for? Are you able to commit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P0G7imOu0VQ/Ta7ffmONAdI/AAAAAAAABB8/UfkFqL4d7is/s1600/Old-Happy-Couple.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P0G7imOu0VQ/Ta7ffmONAdI/AAAAAAAABB8/UfkFqL4d7is/s1600/Old-Happy-Couple.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Here, I wish everyone on earth able to find their happiness with the one they love! :)&lt;br /&gt;Envy the old couple in the picture, really is 老夫老妻，白头偕老&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11408234-133091163170184363?l=www.ddoves.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ddoves.com/feeds/133091163170184363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ddoves.com/2011/04/type-of-relationships.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11408234/posts/default/133091163170184363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11408234/posts/default/133091163170184363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ddoves.com/2011/04/type-of-relationships.html' title='Type of relationships'/><author><name>qunhui dove</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106539392501263720484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-EwbCkNQxrYs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABdc/5AKovGMkT4g/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P0G7imOu0VQ/Ta7ffmONAdI/AAAAAAAABB8/UfkFqL4d7is/s72-c/Old-Happy-Couple.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11408234.post-2947560242858750597</id><published>2011-04-18T23:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T23:47:15.122+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Though Times'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dove&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Matters of heart'/><title type='text'>A song that hit me</title><content type='html'>I was listening to a song from someone's wall in facebook and the lyrics actually hit me so much. You said you've have great feel for the song. Great feel for the singer's feeling or great feel for the one listening to the song? They are so far apart. Are you the one who's waiting to be forgiven or the one who's wanting to forgive someone? All the question marks in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm such a sensitive bitch that every little thing does hit me, sometimes hard. But I have a super strong cover, dam strong, it'll not break when I'm outside. Even at home, I need to find the right time and corner to break the wall. No matter who you are, my wall will always be around. No matter who tells me how much they can be trusted, how much I can lean on them or how close they are to me, my wall is forever there, even to the closest person of mine. Just that the wall might be of a minimal level. It's just a habit I have since young and due to my over sensitiveness and paranoid easily, it somehow slightly contribute to this wall I'm having.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song is currently repeating itself and I can sense that my tears are gonna roll soon. I don't like this feel, don't like to have things to think about especially to do with matters of the heart. Just can't stop thinking. I'm like this. When it comes to matter of the heart, I can't stop thinking till I get an answer or when I manage to solve it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually wanted to blog a post regarding an impossible mission. Whether if I should take up the impossible mission? Wanted to take it, but somehow the risk is very big too. Maybe I'll blog about it tomorrow. First day of school only and I'm having missions to complete hur. haha. More to come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to jog, doubt I can sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;当时输在一字"情"， 如今输在一字"心"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我现在的心情就有如低下那幅图&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-szhG-NRVrms/TaxcLdC1OiI/AAAAAAAABB4/oV8aRUnFSU4/s1600/1184162286_InvisableAnimeGirl%255B1%255D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11408234-2947560242858750597?l=www.ddoves.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ddoves.com/feeds/2947560242858750597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ddoves.com/2011/04/song-that-hit-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11408234/posts/default/2947560242858750597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11408234/posts/default/2947560242858750597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ddoves.com/2011/04/song-that-hit-me.html' title='A song that hit me'/><author><name>qunhui dove</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106539392501263720484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-EwbCkNQxrYs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABdc/5AKovGMkT4g/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-szhG-NRVrms/TaxcLdC1OiI/AAAAAAAABB4/oV8aRUnFSU4/s72-c/1184162286_InvisableAnimeGirl%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11408234.post-1429743815697771498</id><published>2011-04-17T09:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T17:34:12.517+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Enjoy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dove&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Entertainment'/><title type='text'>Kelong Trip</title><content type='html'>Just touch down from the kelong not long. Had an enjoyable and relaxing night though it was very cold, and I didn't really sleep. Slept for 20mins only I think. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had BBQ, chit-chat, fishin, mahjong &amp;amp; sight seeing. Though I didn't mahjong cuz I'm a retard at it. Sight seeing was the best! My all time favorite hobby! heehee. The mosquitos all time hobby is to bite and suck my blood! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some pictures taken while watching the sunrise :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/04/16/3128.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/04/16/s_3128.jpg" style="margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 5px; margin-right: 5px; margin-top: 5px;" width="298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/04/16/3129.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/04/16/s_3129.jpg" style="margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 5px; margin-right: 5px; margin-top: 5px;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/04/16/3130.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/04/16/s_3130.jpg" style="margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 5px; margin-right: 5px; margin-top: 5px;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freaking shag now. Havin morning coffee before going home. Need to bath, rest, nua, prepare stuff and blah blah blah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School starting tomorrow. Glad that I went for a trip before schools start. Put those un-necessary stuff out of my mind and start school afresh. Hope those more of such trips. If any of you organizing such trip, please jio me! arigato! &amp;lt;3 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogpress_location"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Location:&lt;a href="http://maps.google.com/maps?q=Punggol%20Rd,,Singapore%401.402118%2C103.906729&amp;amp;z=10"&gt;Punggol Rd,,Singapore&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/11408234-1429743815697771498?l=www.ddoves.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ddoves.com/feeds/1429743815697771498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ddoves.com/2011/04/kelong-trip.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11408234/posts/default/1429743815697771498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11408234/posts/default/1429743815697771498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ddoves.com/2011/04/kelong-trip.html' title='Kelong Trip'/><author><name>qunhui dove</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106539392501263720484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-EwbCkNQxrYs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABdc/5AKovGMkT4g/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11408234.post-8789022927291777869</id><published>2011-04-15T00:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T00:33:50.228+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Though Times'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dove&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>我要的生活</title><content type='html'>Till now, I'm still thinking if I'm really wrong or being unreasonable. I still really don't get it. I just want a little personal space, where I can still store my stuff that doesn't have to be dig out. Yea, you've seen part of it already so can just let me keep the little rest?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can give you all of me, all of my time, but all I need in exchange of all this is just a little personal space &amp;amp; a little breathing space. I believe everyone has their own personal space in one way or another. Some people love to go to some place to chill alone, keep stuff in their dairies that allows no one to read or stuff like that. Few years back I have the habit of writing dairy every night until someone invented or maybe when I discovered blogging. Don't need scared dairy lost and still can refer back easily if I wanna read the past. Some of the post I save as draft so only I get to read them. That's my space!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Show me the trust where I can lean on for the whole of my life if you're serious about settling down. Playing a fool in life isn't really something good. Everyone needs to know what he/she wants and turn it into action. Not just plain talk. I can talk very well also, but without action it's nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since that quarrel/cold war, every thing seem to have change. The trust level dropped, you can even ask me "you nv bluff me hor?" When I saw it, I was totally disappointed. I asked myself, where has the trust gone, into the bin? Seriously, what happen between us? The deadline approaching? or what? Tell me please. Sometime I wanna talk to you about us, about how I want things to be, about what you expect that I doubt I can continue doing but it just seem like the right time doesn't come. I don't wanna affect your work or while your studying for your paper. Please don't take the paper as a joke, if you're sure of the future you want, then prove it to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter who I'm with, I'm sure to have said "prove it to me" or "action speaks louder than words" before. So before you tell me about the far fetch future, let's set the path now first. Now what you want, turn it into action, achieve it. I know what I want already. Totally made up my mind. I will complete this bloody diploma, though I hate school and the modules included, and further up into taking a degree. I will get the "Bachelor of Business Administration,&amp;nbsp;Specialisation in Maritime Transportation Management" or "Bachelor of Engineering in Naval Architecture with Marine Engineering or Offshore Engineering" both offered by SMA (Singapore Maritime Academy). The second one seem lesser hope for me though I really want it so much, when I got my O level result I wanted Marine &amp;amp; Offshore Technology from Ngee Ann Poly but I couldn't get in so no choice take the business one which I'm in now. If not I can go for the Bachelor of Engineering in Naval Architecture with Offshore Engineering. I want all the offshore related stuff! Don't tell me what girls not suitable type of crap. 男女平等 k!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After saying so much, think those who read this will think I very ambitious &amp;amp; 大女人注意，but I'm not. I just wanna be a 小女人, be the wife giving my husband the support he needs and maybe look after the family. Like that 不是很幸福吗？I think it is. If you want me to be your&amp;nbsp;小女人, then prove to me you can let me 靠一辈子.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, to the one taking paper tomorrow. All the best! Hope no need retest anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QCboQgvaLmw/TacgKvRIYDI/AAAAAAAABB0/aYshUIfUVA8/s1600/IMG_3241.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QCboQgvaLmw/TacgKvRIYDI/AAAAAAAABB0/aYshUIfUVA8/s400/IMG_3241.jpg" width="298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Thanks to mummy for buying me chocolate to cheer me up&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;♥ !&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;[Though I still prefer dark chocolate. Aiyo, have le then mai hiam liao. LOL!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I deferred my studies the previous term, everything at home seem to have change. I once again start to feel the warmth at home. I start to feel the care &amp;amp; concern from home wanting to spend more time at home. I suppose it's a good thing right? Hope none of my brother follows my footstep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;我快变宅女了！ 哈哈 ～&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's the end of all my ranting today.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goodnight fabulous people out there :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11408234-8789022927291777869?l=www.ddoves.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ddoves.com/feeds/8789022927291777869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ddoves.com/2011/04/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11408234/posts/default/8789022927291777869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11408234/posts/default/8789022927291777869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ddoves.com/2011/04/blog-post.html' title='我要的生活'/><author><name>qunhui dove</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106539392501263720484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-EwbCkNQxrYs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABdc/5AKovGMkT4g/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QCboQgvaLmw/TacgKvRIYDI/AAAAAAAABB0/aYshUIfUVA8/s72-c/IMG_3241.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11408234.post-73499114263904664</id><published>2011-04-14T01:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T01:05:50.152+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Society'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Views'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Though Times'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Singapore'/><title type='text'>Ex-Convict</title><content type='html'>What are ex-convict? Who are they? Why are they given such name?&lt;br /&gt;They are given such name cuz of people who think highly of themselves and look down on them. Ex-convict may have done something wrong in the past and are given a chance to change for the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In life, who doesnt make mistake? Don't tell me any of you had never make a mistake/wrong step or move. I believe that in everyone's life, there's a phase that you'll make mistake or have done something wrong. Though I'm 19 now, but i think my wrong step/mistake quite alot already. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ex-convict are just people that have made mistake too, but just slightly more serious mistake that they needed more time and attention to get back on the right path. They are no difference from us, afterall we're all human beings right? 2 eyes, 1 nose, 2 ears, 1 mouth, 1 head, 1 body. What's the diff? People who have made mistake before doesnt means they will have to be punished for their whole life. Everyone deserve a second chance, and only a second chance, no third, forth on and on. Those who think you'll get lots of chances, you think $1 for 3 tries ar. If you're given a second chance, the second chance is for you to prove to people that you have already learn from the mistake you once made, don't let those 狗眼看人低 people despise you. PROVE THEM WRONG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone deserves a second chance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5kgkcyF58BE/TaXUipaJeCI/AAAAAAAABBo/W1f6X4UDcYM/s400/secondchance.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for those out there who look down on ex-convict, you are seriously dumb. Sorry to say that, but I pity you. Everyone makes mistake, don't tell me you don't make mistake or maybe you haven't been through any hardship yet. They might have made mistake but atleast changing for the better. Some of you might be worst as you never get caught and you'll know your mistake. By the time you know it, it might already a little too late. Might be un-washable sins already. They've gone through hardship and I think we should treat them normally, after all we're the same breed, not like they're some aliens. And respect them for the courage to stand up once again in the society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singapore has this yellow ribbon program. I believe the government know how Singaporeans are (all the fked up attitude and stuff), and so they created such a program for ex-convicts to be re-accepted in the society. They might work harder then before, they might be more sensible then before. And trust me, I have a few ex-convicts friends who are doing so well in life now. Happily living, forgetting about the past they have done. Not exactly forgetting, but taking it as a lesson learnt in life. A lesson that not everyone gets to attend/experience. It's an experience that has pain, and I salute these people for being able to stand up once again after the pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has up &amp;amp; down in life, just of different ways, their down might be worst then us, so let's give them all help/hope we can, and treat them well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;A friend was texting me, sharing his little secret with me that inspired me to write this post.&lt;br /&gt;and for that, this post is specially dedicated to u. [You know who you are *wink*] :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11408234-73499114263904664?l=www.ddoves.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ddoves.com/feeds/73499114263904664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ddoves.com/2011/04/ex-convict.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11408234/posts/default/73499114263904664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11408234/posts/default/73499114263904664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ddoves.com/2011/04/ex-convict.html' title='Ex-Convict'/><author><name>qunhui dove</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106539392501263720484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-EwbCkNQxrYs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABdc/5AKovGMkT4g/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5kgkcyF58BE/TaXUipaJeCI/AAAAAAAABBo/W1f6X4UDcYM/s72-c/secondchance.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11408234.post-4058175082288666501</id><published>2011-04-13T11:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T15:46:48.575+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='True or Fact?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dove&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Entertainment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Seduce'/><title type='text'>Power of Seduce.</title><content type='html'>Firstly, what does the word "seduce" mean? I just checked dictionary.com and it came up with so many explanation -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1mpnBB9zh0I/TaUSCq3iUEI/AAAAAAAABBM/SZPGj-rT5-g/s1600/188687_10150162629316197_723336196_8046409_7241466_n.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1mpnBB9zh0I/TaUSCq3iUEI/AAAAAAAABBM/SZPGj-rT5-g/s320/188687_10150162629316197_723336196_8046409_7241466_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. to lead astray,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. to persuade or induce to have sexual intercourse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. to lead or draw away, as from principles, faith, or allegiance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. to win over; attract; entice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To most people the word seduce would only lead to the 2nd option above, and I believe so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do guys two time? Why do husband keeps mistress? Why are attached guys in bed with another girl instead of their gf/wife? It all leads to the POWER OF SEDUCE. It's because the another girl is able to seduce him to the point that you're (gf/wife) forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seducing a guy takes skills. Plainly having a good figure doesn't really help much. If you can't talk well nor catch their weak point they'll continued to be turn off. After all seducing a guy means you wanna turn them on and make them want you right? I believe every guy has their own weak point that lets them fall, giving up their defensive cover upon being seduce. Some guys can't talk it when guys whisper softly into the ear, some guys can't take soft touch, some guys can't handle hot babes, any many more. I'm not a guy, so how would I know -.-&lt;br /&gt;Few factors before you even start seducing a guy:&lt;br /&gt;1. Being confident, and having eye contact while showing off your flirting skills in a conversation&lt;br /&gt;2. Have/Show your own personality, nobody would like a plastic figure, if you get what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;3. Have brains, don't be like a bimbo, pathetic -.-&lt;br /&gt;4. Plays little bit of hard to catch, if it's too much, no none would even wanna catch ya.&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, get everything under control, and wohoo~ he's all yours. (ok, i know it sound so wrong here x.x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So guys, if you're the guy in the pictures below how would you be feeling ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uSo226YX3Hc/TaUVGzoMMKI/AAAAAAAABBQ/vunw8okG950/s1600/Seduce-woman.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uSo226YX3Hc/TaUVGzoMMKI/AAAAAAAABBQ/vunw8okG950/s1600/Seduce-woman.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y_NCmcKvboo/TaUVHRdKVdI/AAAAAAAABBU/nWjbXZPbbdM/s1600/how_to_seduce_a_woman.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y_NCmcKvboo/TaUVHRdKVdI/AAAAAAAABBU/nWjbXZPbbdM/s1600/how_to_seduce_a_woman.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5tHr1-v5hAk/TaUVIar8l3I/AAAAAAAABBY/kJDGMB3tls0/s1600/seduce-girls.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5tHr1-v5hAk/TaUVIar8l3I/AAAAAAAABBY/kJDGMB3tls0/s1600/seduce-girls.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel that your heartbeat is speeding up? You're starting to feel hot? Are you being gonna be seduced in such situation? Will you be able to take the temptation of the hot babe? Eh tahan? Will you push the babe off?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've told quite afew of my friends "男人是禁不起诱惑的" and I always believe so. If you guys can take the power of seduce, it's either the girl is not doing it good enough or you're not interested in gals. Almost all the guys which I said to told me that they can take it if they're being seduced, if that's the case pubs and clubs won't be earning so much already! It's because you like the feeling of being seduce, like the feeling of being wanted, like the way those girls touch you that maybe you gf/wife doesn't do. Isn't it?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I'm wrong, please let me know, but make sure you pass the power of seduce before saying that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I do know a few bitches that are darn good in seducing people, yea sister? :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ending of with a song, that dance turn me on with the way she move~ LOL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://0.gvt0.com/vi/t4H_Zoh7G5A/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/t4H_Zoh7G5A&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/t4H_Zoh7G5A&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway there's a competition on seduce, check it out at :&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.xseduce.com/"&gt;http://www.xseduce.com/&lt;/a&gt;, chill it's not porn. LMAO!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11408234-4058175082288666501?l=www.ddoves.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ddoves.com/feeds/4058175082288666501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ddoves.com/2011/04/power-of-seduce.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11408234/posts/default/4058175082288666501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11408234/posts/default/4058175082288666501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ddoves.com/2011/04/power-of-seduce.html' title='Power of Seduce.'/><author><name>qunhui dove</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106539392501263720484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-EwbCkNQxrYs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABdc/5AKovGMkT4g/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1mpnBB9zh0I/TaUSCq3iUEI/AAAAAAAABBM/SZPGj-rT5-g/s72-c/188687_10150162629316197_723336196_8046409_7241466_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11408234.post-1641834747164603203</id><published>2011-04-07T01:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T01:55:09.504+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Though Times'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dove&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Decision Making</title><content type='html'>I've always been&amp;nbsp;indecisive, going with the flow, and that's how i've always been.&lt;br /&gt;Decision gives headache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YWg0_5Lydmw/TZylbGokrjI/AAAAAAAABBI/cR5b7D__VTM/s1600/stressDM0703_468x390.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YWg0_5Lydmw/TZylbGokrjI/AAAAAAAABBI/cR5b7D__VTM/s1600/stressDM0703_468x390.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;After just now, I asked myself, will something like that happen again? I know I'll still be this indecisive, small stuff I don't make decision, unless it something rather big and important, or when it's a decision that affects people or stuff. That's when I'll make a decision. Yea yea, I'm a bitch that's just lazy to use my brain can, got so many stuff to think about already. Small stuff I just don't waant to think about it, just lead me through the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always a lazy person, if can best is everything plan already for me. That's why i always tell people, "If you want to ask me out, better say early. If you give me last minute stuff, no matter what I won't go, no matter who you are" so if you want to date me, date me before hand. Not everyone has special&amp;nbsp;privilege, I not those type that " you call I come now" type. I will tell you slowly wait k, wait long long k. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just dislike last minute stuff, especially from guys. Guys, you're suppose to be well planned to let girls feel that you're 靠得住. If you always have last minute stuff, it just show how not organise you are and how do you expect girls to rely on you? Stop going around letting girls feel insecure k.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If my guy let me feel insecure, I wil sian half. If my guy let me feel 靠不住, I will sian half. If my guy always give me last minute stuff, I will sian half. If my guy like to act blur, I'll act blur with you. If my guy like to take me for granted, I'll ignore you. Guys, if I start to treat you cold/sian, it means you have let me feel that you in one/afew of the groups stated above and that I find that you not one I can rely on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after what have happened today, I ask myself "will it happen again?" and the answer that came to me was "yes". I know what I'm like, and this is how I've been for like 20 years, how to everything also I start to make decision. So if it happens again, HOW? Let it be like today again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I will just knock the wall and say "now i can't think well, so u make the decision k" I'm such a joker, I know, but good idea right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many guys might have heard me say before "Be the man, make the decision, lead the way" I've got the habit of saying this to guys when they can't make the decision. Have you encountered this before?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11408234-1641834747164603203?l=www.ddoves.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ddoves.com/feeds/1641834747164603203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ddoves.com/2011/04/decision-making.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11408234/posts/default/1641834747164603203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11408234/posts/default/1641834747164603203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ddoves.com/2011/04/decision-making.html' title='Decision Making'/><author><name>qunhui dove</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106539392501263720484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-EwbCkNQxrYs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABdc/5AKovGMkT4g/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YWg0_5Lydmw/TZylbGokrjI/AAAAAAAABBI/cR5b7D__VTM/s72-c/stressDM0703_468x390.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11408234.post-1508699899060655326</id><published>2011-04-05T13:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T13:07:00.596+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Knowing Yourself'/><title type='text'>Sleep and u</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ulb2deCgS9E/TZkhMJq5yEI/AAAAAAAABBA/mjxnPSyWEbE/s1600/sleep-types.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="159" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ulb2deCgS9E/TZkhMJq5yEI/AAAAAAAABBA/mjxnPSyWEbE/s400/sleep-types.gif" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foetus [41%]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;most common sleeping posture&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;asleep on one side with knees pulled up towards the chest and arms in a prayer position with hands by the face&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;tough on the outside but sensitive at heart, tough shell soft center&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;shy and sensitive at first meet someone but soon relaxed&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;mostly women in this position&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Log [15%]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;asleep on one side with their arms down by their side&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;open &amp;amp; easy going, socail people who like being part of the "in"&amp;nbsp;crowd&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;love being around people&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;trusting of stranger, gullible&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yearner [13%]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;sleep on their side with both arms out in front&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;tend to have an open nature&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;generous once they are confident&amp;nbsp;of people and their motive&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;cautious of stranger, suspicious &amp;amp; cynical&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;slow in making decision, but once decision is made, he/she unlikely ever change his/her mind&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soldier [8%]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;lie on their back with arms pinned to their side&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;quiet, reserved and somewhat introverted&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;don't make trouble&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;high expectation for themselves and for others&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;perfectionist, don't&amp;nbsp;like confrontation&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freefall [7%]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;lie on their belly with arms around the pillow and head turned to one side&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;likes company of other&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;hasty, rash, impetuous, nervy,&amp;nbsp;thin skinned underneath&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;extroverts who love &amp;amp; enjoy&amp;nbsp;socializing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;overly sensitive and do not repond well to criticism&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;find extreme situation difficult to accept&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starfish [5%]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;asleep on their back with both arms up around the pillow&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;make good friends as always readily listen to other&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;offers help when needed&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;don't like to be the center of attention&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;open to new idea&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other [11%]&lt;br /&gt;you'll have to figure it out yourself as i have ZERO idea of what type posture/position you have. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I fall under the Foetus group but sometime under the soldier group too. What about you? Hope it speaks the truth of you! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11408234-1508699899060655326?l=www.ddoves.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ddoves.com/feeds/1508699899060655326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ddoves.com/2011/04/sleep-and-u.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11408234/posts/default/1508699899060655326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11408234/posts/default/1508699899060655326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ddoves.com/2011/04/sleep-and-u.html' title='Sleep and u'/><author><name>qunhui dove</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106539392501263720484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-EwbCkNQxrYs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABdc/5AKovGMkT4g/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ulb2deCgS9E/TZkhMJq5yEI/AAAAAAAABBA/mjxnPSyWEbE/s72-c/sleep-types.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11408234.post-648031224699986568</id><published>2011-03-23T14:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T14:56:03.001+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dove&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>4th monthiversary</title><content type='html'>人变了，感情更深了（希望是），吵架也吵了，冷战也有了，真是有起有落。有时还又爱又恨，有时还真是受不了他，要的东西不给又不行，烦死了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有时想去找他，想到那时间和旅途就已经累了。是拉，我很懒，可以吗？！每天这样飞来飞去会类，加上我七早八早就要起来做工，休息的时间都不够，时间不够用啊！但无论如何，我还是会抽出时间来陪他，去找他。看，我多好 （开玩笑吧了）&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我们经过了不少波浪，但依然还是在一起，和你在一起的时光都充满很快乐，除了你欺负我的时候。我在想到底还有多少时光在一起？有谁能告诉我呢？希望会有走不完的路，有你陪我走，别放开我的手。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我也知道我有会发小姐脾气，脾气有时也不是很好，但谢谢你的容忍（和我的，你有时是牛脾气！）&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-HpNOWfefNDw/TYlnSNPyTdI/AAAAAAAABAs/MKfPRR7WsdU/s320/IMG_3034.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-vp96E2xKgPw/TYlnS6nhnFI/AAAAAAAABAw/sU6MCDv1mho/s320/IMG_3075.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;谢谢你陪我走过的这些日子，我感到很幸福。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;因为你开心，我就开心&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;爱我的宝贝！&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11408234-648031224699986568?l=www.ddoves.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ddoves.com/feeds/648031224699986568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ddoves.com/2011/03/4th-monthiversary.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11408234/posts/default/648031224699986568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11408234/posts/default/648031224699986568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ddoves.com/2011/03/4th-monthiversary.html' title='4th monthiversary'/><author><name>qunhui dove</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106539392501263720484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-EwbCkNQxrYs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABdc/5AKovGMkT4g/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-HpNOWfefNDw/TYlnSNPyTdI/AAAAAAAABAs/MKfPRR7WsdU/s72-c/IMG_3034.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11408234.post-1077167763031990904</id><published>2011-03-18T10:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T10:29:11.143+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chioness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dove&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adv'/><title type='text'>Couple key</title><content type='html'>We always see couple tees, handphone cover and other accessories. But have you ever seen couple keys?! It's my first time seeing it too and I feel it's SUPER CHIO! so tempted to buy! Should buy ma? If wan buy for couple usage also need at least 2 sets, one set for you one set for me as we have more than 1 key each.&lt;br /&gt;Those who doesn't know the existance of such key such jealous if they see you holding on to such chio keys to open your door. ULTIMATE CHIONESS! tempted, tempted &amp;gt;.&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="226" r6="true" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-sVxdVbPlghU/TYK7-PafqAI/AAAAAAAABAg/ugQe9AKZuvE/s400/untitled.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The key come in two glittering gold designs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;One key is shaped as a crown representing the King and the other represents the Queen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" r6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-hjzf-n0m3eY/TYK7_5Y_2pI/AAAAAAAABAk/lddMhQ8Ux-E/s400/untitled.bmp" width="370" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="215" r6="true" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-xNmVPBY5DQU/TYK8ABSs2PI/AAAAAAAABAo/0SU1KyNLJSc/s400/123.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I'm not sure if this is the packaging, but it uber cute!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, if you're wondering where to get these couple keys, here it is.&lt;br /&gt;Go to &lt;a href="http://icecreaminacup.livejournal.com/"&gt;http://icecreaminacup.livejournal.com/&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;and make your order. Currently, there's a promotion at &lt;a href="http://www.outlet.com.sg/thedeal/view/index/id/141/18-instead-of-30-40-off-matching-key-sets-for-couples-by-icecreaminacup.html"&gt;Outlet website&lt;/a&gt;. Usual price $30 for each set, but with the promotion it's only $16 each set. Get yours now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI, It's blank keys only, you will still have to bring to the key master to get it cut according to their your set of house keys. It definitely work like normal key, just that they are much more chio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get yours now! Maybe ask dear want to get anot :x&lt;br /&gt;Tempt me, cause it's too chio&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11408234-1077167763031990904?l=www.ddoves.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ddoves.com/feeds/1077167763031990904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ddoves.com/2011/03/couple-key.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11408234/posts/default/1077167763031990904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11408234/posts/default/1077167763031990904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ddoves.com/2011/03/couple-key.html' title='Couple key'/><author><name>qunhui dove</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106539392501263720484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-EwbCkNQxrYs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABdc/5AKovGMkT4g/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-sVxdVbPlghU/TYK7-PafqAI/AAAAAAAABAg/ugQe9AKZuvE/s72-c/untitled.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11408234.post-7024612973857035525</id><published>2011-03-16T00:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T00:41:30.532+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Views'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dove&apos;s'/><title type='text'>why love that someone?</title><content type='html'>Whenever i ask a friend why they love their partner, the most common answer I would get would be "he/she is cute/good looking/funny", "he/she is nice to me", blah blah blah sort of crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;Girl: Baby, why do you love me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Guy: Cuz you're pretty baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;Girl: So if one day I'm no longer pretty you'll no longer love me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Guy: no baby, you're thinking too much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;Girl: *what a perfect reply, answer not here not there*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People, is this the answer you wanna get from your partner? Isn't this the answer that turn you off? Let you sian 1/2? YEA, it turns me off and make me sian to the max! IF ONE DAY I'M NO LONGER WHAT I USE TO BE WHEN WE STARTED YOU'RE GONNA DITCH ME? make sense not? tell me please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, people changes as time past and as we grow older. The perfect answer is when someone tell me he/she doesn't know why they fell for their partner (I feel). Not because they are blind or whatsoever, but because, it's the spark they have, the feeling and bond between them that brings them together into being a couple. How many of us actually have this spark even before being in a relationship? I HAD IT!! :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might be thinking, if one day the spark is gone you might also be ditch. But think again carefully, sparks created before officially being together can last you 2 so long then why can't it last longer? You're both lack of sparks in the relationship, lack of interest and that's when everything turns cold and both of you just simply don't bother much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't take a relationship, the moment my boy doesn't bother much or makes me feel cold, I'll do anything to get his attention, add the sparks in, add the interest in. Unlike kindness, looks and whatever that's stated above, sparks and interest can be added into the relationship. If you add a little kindness and a little sweetness into yourself, you're no longer yourself. Agree?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-RWcM2HPj2Hg/TX-UEB41EaI/AAAAAAAABAA/P2h0ieXD7Oc/s1600/never+let+love+disappear.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-RWcM2HPj2Hg/TX-UEB41EaI/AAAAAAAABAA/P2h0ieXD7Oc/s1600/never+let+love+disappear.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't let love disappear, I feel that it's a gift. Cherish every relationship you have without neglecting your family &amp;amp; friends would be perfect. Just gotta learn to balance them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell for my boy unknowingly. I took him as a brother but actually it was something more than it. Till something happen and I finally know how I felt towards him. Yes, there were sparks, hidden sparks that even I didn't know till it was triggered. This is how my love started off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's always a point where feelings are being triggered, love is being openly seen by others, and points where you have no idea what you're feeling. If that's what you're feeling, ask yourself one question.&lt;br /&gt;"If he/she were to disappear without a SMS (what he usually does), how will you feel?"&lt;br /&gt;The simplest question to the hardest to reveal answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last long to all the couples out there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Love is something to be felt, and not something to be found in kindness/looks sort of crap. Remember that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11408234-7024612973857035525?l=www.ddoves.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ddoves.com/feeds/7024612973857035525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ddoves.com/2011/03/why-love-that-someone_16.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11408234/posts/default/7024612973857035525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11408234/posts/default/7024612973857035525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ddoves.com/2011/03/why-love-that-someone_16.html' title='why love that someone?'/><author><name>qunhui dove</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106539392501263720484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-EwbCkNQxrYs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABdc/5AKovGMkT4g/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-RWcM2HPj2Hg/TX-UEB41EaI/AAAAAAAABAA/P2h0ieXD7Oc/s72-c/never+let+love+disappear.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11408234.post-7957273504210131506</id><published>2011-03-04T14:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T14:34:03.772+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>why love that someone?</title><content type='html'>Have you ever asked yourself why do you love your partner?&lt;br /&gt;If you didn't, you maybe should asking yourself now why did you first fall for your partner, your current gf/bf. Is it because, he;s handsome/she's pretty? he/she is kind? he/she is so sweet? or why ? why is it you're loving that person so much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-_klytoYJtL8/TWu-aUc8EUI/AAAAAAAAA_0/VgYWWITVqZU/s1600/page.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-_klytoYJtL8/TWu-aUc8EUI/AAAAAAAAA_0/VgYWWITVqZU/s1600/page.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer to why I'm asking this will be revealed in the next post! :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11408234-7957273504210131506?l=www.ddoves.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ddoves.com/feeds/7957273504210131506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ddoves.com/2011/03/why-love-that-someone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11408234/posts/default/7957273504210131506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11408234/posts/default/7957273504210131506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ddoves.com/2011/03/why-love-that-someone.html' title='why love that someone?'/><author><name>qunhui dove</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106539392501263720484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-EwbCkNQxrYs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABdc/5AKovGMkT4g/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-_klytoYJtL8/TWu-aUc8EUI/AAAAAAAAA_0/VgYWWITVqZU/s72-c/page.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11408234.post-4697556462190583738</id><published>2011-02-17T10:01:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T13:01:07.302+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Festive'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dove&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Happy Valentine~</title><content type='html'>Happy valentine day to all! &lt;br /&gt;I had a sweet sweet valentine thanks to my sweet boyfriend for putting in all the effort (L)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, when he asked me where we shall dine on valentine, I told him I wanted a home cook meal. A meal cooked by him personally. At first he would push it off and say we shall just go out and eat, but I was wrong. He agreed! I was so so so HAPPY!! A guy who doesn't cook, except maggie mee, is actually willing to cook a meal for me. Super touched :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He spend the half day making the meal, making a mess in the kitchen which I didn't get to see as he cleared all evidence when i reached. Thanks baby, I know you put in lots of effort and the food was good too. I love potato! hahas. really appreciate the meal you made with all your love :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-R6rbjATW_Xg/TVyAHPueVFI/AAAAAAAAA_U/u04uaZtiMr4/s400/180741_10150092877121279_646191278_6383128_7626498_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After clearing up everything after dinner, when i entered the room wanting to ask dear if he wants to close the main door, i suddenly stun, lost of word, forget what i wanted to ask him when i saw him holding something so cute &amp;amp; so huge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's this super big furry bear, which is big enough to even cover my dear boyfriend. Imagine how big is it. When i saw it waving at me, i went lost for words, forget that i wanted to ask dear if he wanted to close the main door. after awhile when my mind was clear, den i asked him. like some joker forgetting what she wants to do. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y7YAue0MRCM/TVyAHt6fPkI/AAAAAAAAA_c/GWumoa2ZF44/s640/IMG_2870.jpg" width="478" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bear is so huggable that i ended up hugging the bear instead of hugging of dear boyfriend :x ok, i sound like a crude girlfriend here, but of course i still love my dear boy for everything he have done for the whole day. all the efforts and all the sweetness. Love him lots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZZ67dQZwz3M/TVyAG__VaLI/AAAAAAAAA_M/W_UfsuUO4Rw/s1600/168970_10150092885886279_646191278_6383425_2205491_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i was onmy way home on the train, there's this lady that came and talk to me, and when she was about to alight she even asked for my hp number. i was like WTH?! a lady asking for my number?! something is wrong with this world man, and of course i didnt give, i'm not interested in girls and she's a malaysian somemore. not that i'm racist or what, but it sure is weird giving a lady my number when I just met her on the train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway back to bear talk, it's big enough to take up my whole bed! But it's so nice that i'm gonna hug it to sleep everyday :D so soft, huggable, cute! Thanks dear, i love it alot. Thanks for everything you have done. Hope we'll have many many more valentine to celebrate together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hL1MnSGU8yA/TVyAIGzDnBI/AAAAAAAAA_s/AMjWiwLSMIQ/s640/IMG_2877.jpg" width="478" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;Thanks for being so sweet even though we went through something so rough. Just when I thought things are gonna change, you pulled me back to the safe arms of yours. Thanks baby. I'm happy to have you mine &amp;lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11408234-4697556462190583738?l=www.ddoves.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ddoves.com/feeds/4697556462190583738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ddoves.com/2011/02/happy-valentine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11408234/posts/default/4697556462190583738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11408234/posts/default/4697556462190583738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ddoves.com/2011/02/happy-valentine.html' title='Happy Valentine~'/><author><name>qunhui dove</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106539392501263720484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-EwbCkNQxrYs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABdc/5AKovGMkT4g/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-R6rbjATW_Xg/TVyAHPueVFI/AAAAAAAAA_U/u04uaZtiMr4/s72-c/180741_10150092877121279_646191278_6383128_7626498_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11408234.post-3355245727800980766</id><published>2011-02-10T12:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T13:00:14.092+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Festive'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dove&apos;s'/><title type='text'>CNY!</title><content type='html'>How was your chinese new year? mine was so busy, so many places to go, so in need to find a place to gamble and earn more :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30th night; reunion dinner at home with family, steamboat!&lt;br /&gt;brought lots of food that till today has yet to finished, but all the abalone finish already. guys at home eat abalone like free flow, not enough somemore, must open more for them and i seriously DONT eat abalone. don't ask me why, i just dun like it x.x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="478" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aoAMLnIneNI/TVNhsfIT2eI/AAAAAAAAA_E/efmsNTxuT1U/s640/IMG_2772.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;1st day of CNY; ahma's hse &amp;amp; aunt's hse to bai nian.&lt;br /&gt;every year, on the first year of CNY, it's always a habit and a must to go to ahma's house to bai nian, where all my dad's brother and sisters will gather back at ahma's place to bai nian, and also a chance for them sibling to gathers. imagine how hard is it to gather all 17 siblings on one day, definitely impossible, but during CNY, it's a MUST! woke up as early as 10am and get ready to head to ahma's hse. there's always my aunt and duno who doing fantastic cooking there and so i had a very wonderful homecooked lunch :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd stop for 1st day of CNY; aunt's place to bai nian :D (my mum's da jie)&lt;br /&gt;we went at around 3pm and my aunt just woke up, cant blame her, she was having the night market business till like 6 in the morning but they manage to see the fireworks! her kids are still very small! smaller den me by 12years old, 1 zodiac cycle cause we happen to have the same zodiac sign. arent she cute? :D she so nice to hug and sayang and at least she will call me JIEJIE! her little just doesnt talk, all he do is smile to my dad, and only my dad! QI SI WO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BHUnzWAt9OE/TVK22EU8HtI/AAAAAAAAA-g/A0rKhEpx4RA/s640/IMG_2781.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BHUnzWAt9OE/TVK3Wa4r4hI/AAAAAAAAA-k/ruwU7gk_m9g/s640/IMG_2786.jpg" width="478" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd stop for CNY 1st day; dear's place to pei dear, sun bian bai nian :x&lt;br /&gt;dear's dad cooked this claypot full of good stuff like sharkfin, abalone, prawns, fishmaw, sea cucumber, scallop and many other stuff. taste so nice, love the soup! but i was too full to eat more as i was eating non-stop for the whole day! now i noe why ppl say it's easy to put on weight during CNY. actually didn't except all of dear's sisters to be around, den i never bring enough orange to bai nian with them, so paiseh, in the end bai nian with dear's dad only. oh ya! dear's 2nd sister getting married le! on their first year anniversary, they gonna ROM, so sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleesing to the soon to be newly weds :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BHUnzWAt9OE/TVK3ubi8TyI/AAAAAAAAA-o/TIEheBdGxUI/s640/IMG_2795.jpg" width="478" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno why i love this picture so much, sweet right? don't jealous k :p&lt;br /&gt;he's mine anyway, so if u wan, go find another guy to take foto with.&lt;br /&gt;dun fight with me, cuz i either bite or scrath *wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BHUnzWAt9OE/TVK4U2i-jbI/AAAAAAAAA-w/cR9DQZxpnY0/s1600/IMG_2797.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BHUnzWAt9OE/TVK4U2i-jbI/AAAAAAAAA-w/cR9DQZxpnY0/s640/IMG_2797.jpg" width="478" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All blue for the first day of CNY, if i look fat keep it to urself k. Guai :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BHUnzWAt9OE/TVK4gE2rFhI/AAAAAAAAA-0/lxH5fNRqUJ4/s640/IMG_2799.jpg" width="478" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Had nice food while having lunch with godpa, daddy &amp;amp; my brothers on the 2nd day of CNY.&lt;br /&gt;Was at Imperial Jade at Crowne Plaza near the airport T3, their food was nice,and you know what, lady boss happen to be there! godpa didnt had the chance to pay for the meal which cost near to $600 as lady boss swipe it off already and still gave us ang bao, totally earn hur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BHUnzWAt9OE/TVK44xG62II/AAAAAAAAA-8/iNpm3a_y0ag/s640/IMG_2810.jpg" width="478" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i drove my godpa's Ferrari! Picture shows a speed of 160km/hr and picture dont lie :p&lt;br /&gt;for your info, this was taken in Singapore and not Malaysia, we've got roads for us to speed! haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BHUnzWAt9OE/TVK5AZSLMUI/AAAAAAAAA_A/J20RWDj-jhk/s640/IMG_2819.jpg" width="478" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, this blogskin has all my pictures up so big, maybe I should change it. So much happened during CNY, how was yours?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11408234-3355245727800980766?l=www.ddoves.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ddoves.com/feeds/3355245727800980766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ddoves.com/2011/02/cny.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11408234/posts/default/3355245727800980766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11408234/posts/default/3355245727800980766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ddoves.com/2011/02/cny.html' title='CNY!'/><author><name>qunhui dove</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106539392501263720484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-EwbCkNQxrYs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABdc/5AKovGMkT4g/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aoAMLnIneNI/TVNhsfIT2eI/AAAAAAAAA_E/efmsNTxuT1U/s72-c/IMG_2772.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11408234.post-3994800441788167747</id><published>2011-02-03T02:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T02:31:27.801+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Knowing Yourself'/><title type='text'>Blood type &amp; your personality</title><content type='html'>Ever wonder if your blood type has anything to do with your personality? Yes, it does!&lt;br /&gt;Let's see what your blood says about you. But firstly, do you know your blood type?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="275" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BHUnzWAt9OE/TUmiXwnpxnI/AAAAAAAAA-U/TgMcwD3MM90/s320/untitled.bmp" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;the piechart above shows the blood type percentage to the US population&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blood type A :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;serious, patient, cool, emphatic, certifiable &amp;amp; stubborn&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;likes harmony, peace and organization, work well with people &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;does everything seriously and consistently, and make themselves appropriate.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;will try not to hurt anyone with their words or speak unnecessarily, but they can stand apart from other people&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;suppressed their feeling so they look rigid although they still have weaknesses, such as nervous, scary, and many more.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;learn to surround themselves with the same characteristic people&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;Blood type B :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;curious &amp;amp; interested in everything but gets bored fast too&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;creative, flexible &amp;amp; adaptable&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;look cheerful, enthusiastic, and bright, but they are actually not like their appearances. Indeed, they are antisocial with many people.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;rugged individualists who are straightforward and like to do things their own way&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;their insistence on being independent can sometimes go too far and become a weakness&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;always wants to be at the top rather than just an average&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;usually ignore other activities if they have focused on a certain activity. In other words, they cant multi-task&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;Blood type AB :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;sensitive &amp;amp; soft&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;blunt, cool, controlled, tactful &amp;amp; fair&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;has profound interests with other's feelings and always face other people with care and beware.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;tough with themselves and people close to them. Thus, they lean to have two personalities.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;usually grudge people and thinks deeply&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;have lot of friends but need some time alone to think about their own problems&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;tend to procrastinate when it comes to decision making&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;Blood type O :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;kind, often do kindness, and are not reluctant to get out of their money to other people&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;trendsetter, loyal, passionate, self-confident, leader,&amp;nbsp;flexible and easily accept/adapt new things&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;vain, jealous, overly competitive,&amp;nbsp;careless,&amp;nbsp;temperate and believable,&amp;nbsp;easily influenced by others&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;stubborn and have their own opinions about anything in confidence, careless&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;smart at covering up their feeling so they always look cheerful, peaceful like though they have no problem at all, but if they cannot bear it, they will find a place or someone to talk to&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;usually have a big role in motivating the passion of their groups and stimulating the harmonious relationship among the group members&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;My blood type is O and it does show my personality. What's yours? Does it accurately shows your personality?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Anyway, a &lt;b style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;Happy Chinese New Year to All! Enjoy your holiday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; :D&lt;br /&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/11408234-3994800441788167747?l=www.ddoves.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ddoves.com/feeds/3994800441788167747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ddoves.com/2011/02/blood-type-your-personality.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11408234/posts/default/3994800441788167747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11408234/posts/default/3994800441788167747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ddoves.com/2011/02/blood-type-your-personality.html' title='Blood type &amp; your personality'/><author><name>qunhui dove</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106539392501263720484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-EwbCkNQxrYs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABdc/5AKovGMkT4g/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BHUnzWAt9OE/TUmiXwnpxnI/AAAAAAAAA-U/TgMcwD3MM90/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11408234.post-4616696358461902816</id><published>2011-02-01T23:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T23:55:19.583+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dove&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>我们</title><content type='html'>sometimes when we care for the other,&lt;br /&gt;the other read it wrongly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes when we speak,&lt;br /&gt;the msg got interpreted wrongly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes when it was just a joke,&lt;br /&gt;it was taken seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes when one talks nicely,&lt;br /&gt;the other flares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when one did&amp;nbsp;something&amp;nbsp;the other do not like,&lt;br /&gt;the other might not speak of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when one need the other,&lt;br /&gt;the other might not know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we're together,&lt;br /&gt;do we know what the other is thinking?&lt;br /&gt;is so understanding deep enough? but does tis matter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still remember how&amp;nbsp;everything&amp;nbsp;was like when we started?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u hav no idea how much i need you&lt;br /&gt;to the point &amp;nbsp;i would rather spend the money away just to spend more time with you&lt;br /&gt;to the point when i miss you i might even teared&lt;br /&gt;to the point no matter how tired/lazy i am, i will still go down to see you&lt;br /&gt;to the point no matter what u say i'll try to give it to u/let u get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now to the point, u even felt i dun need you.&lt;br /&gt;i feel like&amp;nbsp;whatever&amp;nbsp;i've done has been done in vain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do we keep&amp;nbsp;having&amp;nbsp;so much friction,&lt;br /&gt;more den when we were even friends&lt;br /&gt;more den when i first knew u and supposingly hating u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remember those time we spend&amp;nbsp;saying&amp;nbsp;how much i use to hate u and laugh together&lt;br /&gt;those time we&amp;nbsp;have&amp;nbsp;nothing&amp;nbsp;to do but&amp;nbsp;just&amp;nbsp;cuddling in bed is good enough&lt;br /&gt;those time we could joke and laugh all the way in public places not feeling&amp;nbsp;embarrassed&amp;nbsp;at all, just like our own world&lt;br /&gt;those time we spend with each other, every little pieces counts, to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;难道过了太久没人记得 当初那些温柔？&lt;br /&gt;我希望我们不会是这样: "我们都累了 却没办法往回走,&amp;nbsp;两颗心都迷惑 怎么说 怎么说都没有救,&lt;br /&gt;亲爱的为什么 也许你也不懂,两个相爱的人 等着对方先说 想分开的理由"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://i.ytimg.com/vi/Dz86hSj7X6M/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Dz86hSj7X6M?f=videos&amp;c=google-webdrive-0&amp;app=youtube_gdata" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Dz86hSj7X6M?f=videos&amp;c=google-webdrive-0&amp;app=youtube_gdata" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ya, i lost my wallet just now while shopping just now at Bugis Junction. Luckily no cash inside, only cards, no IC. i've been losing things like every month. idiotic me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11408234-4616696358461902816?l=www.ddoves.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ddoves.com/feeds/4616696358461902816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ddoves.com/2011/02/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11408234/posts/default/4616696358461902816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11408234/posts/default/4616696358461902816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ddoves.com/2011/02/blog-post.html' title='我们'/><author><name>qunhui dove</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106539392501263720484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-EwbCkNQxrYs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABdc/5AKovGMkT4g/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11408234.post-2153419720555814109</id><published>2011-01-28T00:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T00:35:38.062+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Though Times'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dove&apos;s'/><title type='text'>weak</title><content type='html'>I dun use to be so weak. mayb cuz I've yet to mit dem all at once. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's just so not me. I cried and almost scratch myself till I bleed. i'm suppose to be happy esp when my deferrement is successfull. guess i never had so much in few months before. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it suitable? is it stable? is it this? is it tat? jus so many answer I need. who can giv me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tings happen in the day and repeat at nite, jus a change if characters. lmao. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11408234-2153419720555814109?l=www.ddoves.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ddoves.com/feeds/2153419720555814109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ddoves.com/2011/01/weak.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11408234/posts/default/2153419720555814109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11408234/posts/default/2153419720555814109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ddoves.com/2011/01/weak.html' title='weak'/><author><name>qunhui dove</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106539392501263720484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-EwbCkNQxrYs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABdc/5AKovGMkT4g/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11408234.post-2315678077812449930</id><published>2011-01-23T00:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T00:42:17.480+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dove&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Just us</title><content type='html'>Wow, time flies. In a blink of eyes, we've been together for 2 months already. We went through quite a few test and passed them. I hope we'll continue to pass all obstacles and have a greater future together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dear boy was sick yesterday, so bad till we couldn't join Long and the rest for movie last night. When I reached his place, he looked so pale and weak, heartpain :( Notice that whenever babyboy is on off, he'll fall sick, maybe he should stop taking leave so that he may not fall sick anymore? We went for dinner and out of 3 months of being with him, it's the first time I'm seeing him eating porridge! He belong to a meat eater, asking him to be a vegetarian is simply taking his life away -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We slept as early as 10+pm, woke up at 11+pm and went back to sleep at 12++am, and then 7.40am for breakfast. After breakfast, it's time for bed again till 2+pm when I saw Long's sms jio-in for basketball. Got out of bed near to 3pm and get ready to head to SengKang, meeting Hong on the way. I dunno is over hungry or what, couldn't stop eating. Had long john, than got my cousin to get me cheese fries, and while those guys were bball-ing, i had ice cream and fries and i had dinner too! Something is so wrong with my stomach though i felt super full on the bus ride home till i wanted to vomit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A day &amp;amp; night spent with him is just something so different from having to bid goodbye at the end of the day and having all the time to ourself. At least, I saw him got well from his sickness, sweat from that bball game, which hopefully helps him to recover faster. Glad that when I reached home, no one nag. Usually my mum nags throughout if I haven't been home for a night -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;Happy 2nd Months BabyBoy ♥&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;Small little you do are sweet to me, just that you might not have noticed it *wink*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;Love u :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BHUnzWAt9OE/TTsDdVmJBmI/AAAAAAAAA9o/5Ly3lauwIiE/s1600/IMG_2696.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-EwbCkNQxrYs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABdc/5AKovGMkT4g/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BHUnzWAt9OE/TTsDdVmJBmI/AAAAAAAAA9o/5Ly3lauwIiE/s72-c/IMG_2696.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11408234.post-3941437648802322186</id><published>2011-01-18T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T22:52:20.535+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dove&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>My 2010 in a nutshell</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange; font-size: large;"&gt;My 2010 in a nutshell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Relationship&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;- Broke up with Jacob, a near to 2 years relationship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;- Got together with Shang and broke off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;- Got together with Jayden, on going.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;- In between with lots of bees, some were irritating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Studies:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;-&amp;nbsp;Deferred, still in process, hopefully approved, couldn't concentrate due to family problems&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;Work:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;- MPA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;- F1/GPSS Race ambassador&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;- Sandwich artist @ Quiznos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;- Admin @ Tidewater Marine Intl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;- Events with Roxwell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"&gt;Wants to learn:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"&gt;- Guqin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"&gt;- Harp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"&gt;- Hypnosis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, doesn't seem like alot of stuff, then why was I so stressed up? -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope it'll be a better year in 2011 :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11408234-3941437648802322186?l=www.ddoves.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ddoves.com/feeds/3941437648802322186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ddoves.com/2011/01/my-2010-in-nutshell.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11408234/posts/default/3941437648802322186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11408234/posts/default/3941437648802322186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ddoves.com/2011/01/my-2010-in-nutshell.html' title='My 2010 in a nutshell'/><author><name>qunhui dove</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106539392501263720484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-EwbCkNQxrYs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABdc/5AKovGMkT4g/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11408234.post-593537214875020923</id><published>2011-01-11T11:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T11:58:04.610+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dove&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>AM I ?</title><content type='html'>am i ruining this relationship of ours? getting all paranoid, possessive, and whatever there is. is there something wrong with me ? nothin matter to do hur?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didnt expect things to turn out like this.&lt;br /&gt;and now i cant focus on work, crap. the other temp girl, same as me, got terminated, now i'm wonderin when's my turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://1.gvt0.com/vi/w55Nib4uf1U/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/w55Nib4uf1U&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/w55Nib4uf1U&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11408234-593537214875020923?l=www.ddoves.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ddoves.com/feeds/593537214875020923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ddoves.com/2011/01/am-i.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11408234/posts/default/593537214875020923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11408234/posts/default/593537214875020923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ddoves.com/2011/01/am-i.html' title='AM I ?'/><author><name>qunhui dove</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106539392501263720484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-EwbCkNQxrYs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABdc/5AKovGMkT4g/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11408234.post-95803277810396284</id><published>2011-01-09T05:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T01:09:09.952+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dove&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Neither here nor there</title><content type='html'>sometime i seriously don't know what people want.&lt;br /&gt;u dun wan me to play, yet u're playin MORE/WORST den me *clap clap*&lt;br /&gt;they want to be treated better than the way they treat people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ironic? or just trying to be funny ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometime people don't have to tell you you're doing something waiting to make things worst only&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;learn to understand and read people's expression and mood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dun be a selfish bitch/bastard, no one noes what the hell u wan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or maybe watever you wanted is just life flyin to the sky (IMPOSSIBLE)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so treat people the way u want to be treated and not evan a little lesser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;i wonder if we can even pass this month, u and ur fucking maple pissing me off. seldom we both got a day that we're both available on weekday end up still have to face that fucking game. you're just going back into it, dunch u notice? even outsider can see my expression/mood change. u end work at 9, monthly 2x at 10, so i guess i wont hav to go down wait you for dinner or watever anymore. if u can go bac, why cant i, double can? wait tis month past le den see how ba, can past anot still anot prob. u can tell me we distant le and u dun notice why. and i finally noe how it feels like buring weekend nite watchin u maple. not sayin tat everyting is ur fault jus tat i need slighty more attention more den dat blardy game. rmb u once told me play to forget her/numb urself, u still nid it now? den happy playin ba.&lt;br /&gt;cryin for nites doesnt help, u'll still be neglected, idiot bitch!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://1.gvt0.com/vi/Jx2yQejrrUE/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Jx2yQejrrUE&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Jx2yQejrrUE&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11408234-95803277810396284?l=www.ddoves.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ddoves.com/feeds/95803277810396284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ddoves.com/2011/01/neither-here-nor-there.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11408234/posts/default/95803277810396284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11408234/posts/default/95803277810396284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ddoves.com/2011/01/neither-here-nor-there.html' title='Neither here nor there'/><author><name>qunhui dove</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106539392501263720484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-EwbCkNQxrYs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABdc/5AKovGMkT4g/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11408234.post-7443298243905203588</id><published>2011-01-06T22:52:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T01:06:00.335+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dove&apos;s'/><title type='text'>Lost touch of myself</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;Something just isn't right with me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;seems like I've lost touch of myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;blinded by whatever that covers my thoughts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;I remember feeling like this before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;but I can't seem to recall why, how come, when&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;Suddenly I just wanna step away from everything, everyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;indulge in my own music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;my thoughts are becoming a little too over whelming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;a little too much, a little too far&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;I need to feel my &lt;b&gt;heartbeat&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;the song I'm listening makes me wanna dance, wanna let go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;I'm just not being myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;what's wrong with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;what's with all this thoughts in me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;fear? shock? stress? being prepared?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;I just can't tell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;It's been some time I've blog like this,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;what's wrong?&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;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;I suddenly feel no confidence in our relationship, seems like after being together we've lesser and lesser stuff to talk about. Is it really being just friends? Sometime I'm afraid I might just make you flare, causing you to walk away. Somehow, it seems like I'm seeing all this soon. Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://2.gvt0.com/vi/NVk4vENObiI/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NVk4vENObiI&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NVk4vENObiI&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&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/11408234-7443298243905203588?l=www.ddoves.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ddoves.com/feeds/7443298243905203588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ddoves.com/2011/01/lost-touch-of-myself.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11408234/posts/default/7443298243905203588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11408234/posts/default/7443298243905203588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ddoves.com/2011/01/lost-touch-of-myself.html' title='Lost touch of myself'/><author><name>qunhui dove</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106539392501263720484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-EwbCkNQxrYs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABdc/5AKovGMkT4g/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11408234.post-6662395027693127829</id><published>2010-12-31T11:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T11:12:21.070+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Singapore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dove&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Few hours to a new year!</title><content type='html'>Counting down ~ less than 14 hours to a new year. 2011 is approaching, which means a year older too :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few things I've yet to get/done :&lt;br /&gt;- Organizer. nice, cute &amp;amp; sweet one.&lt;br /&gt;- Clear all my freaking debts -.-''&lt;br /&gt;- Camera, with soft skin mode!&lt;br /&gt;- Kindly give me peace at home&lt;br /&gt;- Another set of pillow ( I like my bed filled with softies :p )&lt;br /&gt;- New curtain&lt;br /&gt;- Shift to wordpress, inclusive of domain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I want to do in the new year :&lt;br /&gt;- Back to school in April&lt;br /&gt;- Don't get terminated by this freaking bitch ( FYI, she terminated 35 temp staff in 3 years )&lt;br /&gt;- Get back that "glow"&lt;br /&gt;- Stop being so clumsy, knocking here and tere, lots of injuries -.-''&lt;br /&gt;- Slim down! ( I've been putting on weight since my brithday x.x )&lt;br /&gt;- A healthy relationship&lt;br /&gt;And I've got a super impossible reuqest, Can I have a harp ? &amp;gt;.&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People I need to catch up with :&lt;br /&gt;- My clique ( Elissa, Cassandra, Xiao Han, Brenda ) maybe we shouldn't stop catching up. LOL&lt;br /&gt;- Shaun &amp;amp; Brian !&lt;br /&gt;- Cost darling (we're meeting lesser and lesser! )&lt;br /&gt;- Man, Malcom &amp;amp; group. You're not forgotten !&lt;br /&gt;- Jenny, May &amp;amp; Hao&lt;br /&gt;- Shang &amp;amp; Wendy ( you all want meet already let me know )&lt;br /&gt;- Marcus, Rahman &amp;amp; Yat ( i miss spinning! )&lt;br /&gt;- Kai Boon, Kevin, Chun Lian, Richard, Xie Lao &amp;amp; the whole bunch of HKNCO people&lt;br /&gt;- And many more to name!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, wish everyone a good year ahead. Let's all work hard to our goals/dreams, and that it'll not be a stressfull again!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;HAPPY 2011 TO ALL :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;There will be firework tonight at Marine Bay, the countdown party, which can be viewed at 8 places. Esplanade Theatre Waterfront Promenade, Esplanade Bridge, Merilion Park, Clifford Pier, Promontory @ Marina Boulevard, Marina Bay Sands Waterfront Boardwalk, Helix Bridge &amp;amp; Marina Barrage. So have you made up your mind on what you're going to do tonight? *Wink*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11408234-6662395027693127829?l=www.ddoves.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ddoves.com/feeds/6662395027693127829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ddoves.com/2010/12/few-hours-to-new-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11408234/posts/default/6662395027693127829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11408234/posts/default/6662395027693127829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ddoves.com/2010/12/few-hours-to-new-year.html' title='Few hours to a new year!'/><author><name>qunhui dove</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106539392501263720484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-EwbCkNQxrYs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABdc/5AKovGMkT4g/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11408234.post-8706719110218675873</id><published>2010-12-28T16:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T16:00:31.771+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dove&apos;s'/><title type='text'>Randomness.</title><content type='html'>It's been ages since I blogged. Christmas just pass and next up is New Year. Going anywhere to countdown? or anywhere to party? I don't want go squeeze into the crowd and be roti-prata unless it's to watch fireworks or somewhere that is nice to slack around&amp;nbsp;:p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our very first month just pass few days ago. Ups and downs in the one month we've went through, and I hope we'll keep overcoming them till the day I drop dead k. Although it's only one monthbut somehow, it felt like it's been ages already. Let's see if can pass 3 months ba, hopefully can :( no pass 3 months = not bf. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2010 coming to an end. 2011 approaching. Let's see what has happened within 2010 with DoveDove.&lt;br /&gt;Changed a few boyfriend/fling. LOL! defer studies, went to work. Anything special this year? Let me think, I lost my handphone for the first time ever! Defer studies for the first time in my whole life, had a breakdown after 19 years of living. Hmmm. don't seem much to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm just randomly blogging as I'm too bored in office now. lols&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May we go on &amp;amp; on :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BHUnzWAt9OE/TRmWqiSjF4I/AAAAAAAAA9k/u5_jLsoEPIE/s640/IMG_2468.jpg" width="478" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11408234-8706719110218675873?l=www.ddoves.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ddoves.com/feeds/8706719110218675873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ddoves.com/2010/12/randomness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11408234/posts/default/8706719110218675873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11408234/posts/default/8706719110218675873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ddoves.com/2010/12/randomness.html' title='Randomness.'/><author><name>qunhui dove</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106539392501263720484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-EwbCkNQxrYs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABdc/5AKovGMkT4g/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BHUnzWAt9OE/TRmWqiSjF4I/AAAAAAAAA9k/u5_jLsoEPIE/s72-c/IMG_2468.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11408234.post-5182173943121841297</id><published>2010-12-20T00:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T00:18:10.546+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dove&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Ups and Downs.</title><content type='html'>a honeymoon weekend we had, spending all the time together but not the perfect ending i was expecting. we ended off the weekend reflecting on our relationship. once in awhile, reflecting on your own relationship is a good thing, at least both speak what they thought and what went wrong. both will know how to maintain and continue this relationship better. but we had this sort of reflection about 2-3 times in less a month, is there something wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love all the time we spend together, i'm happy whenever i see you, whenever i spend time with you. but somehow things aren't so easy? i don't know, no idea. lol. what's the right way to maintain a relationship? what's the right way to make a guy feel secure? what's the right way of loving someone without hurting him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know how much i love you, i know how much i need you. i know i can't afford to lose you, i'll go mad. i can't tolerate those girls trying to gain your attention, i want to be your only love. i'm afraid i'm not as good as any of your past. i'm afraid i'm not your type of girl. i'm afraid that one day i'll wake up without you in my world. don't laugh at me, i know i sound dumb now. we've been together for less than a month, and this is how much of my  heart i've put in, everything. if one day you happen to tell me you need time alone, i think i will go berserk. lol. you don't know how certain conversations strike me inside at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just wanted everything in the simpliest way, but maybe like what people say, simple things are harder to achieve (curse those idiots for making things so complicated) i just want to be with you, be the little lady behind your back, making sure you're happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11408234-5182173943121841297?l=www.ddoves.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ddoves.com/feeds/5182173943121841297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ddoves.com/2010/12/ups-and-downs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11408234/posts/default/5182173943121841297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11408234/posts/default/5182173943121841297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ddoves.com/2010/12/ups-and-downs.html' title='Ups and Downs.'/><author><name>qunhui dove</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106539392501263720484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-EwbCkNQxrYs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABdc/5AKovGMkT4g/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11408234.post-453016338136618091</id><published>2010-12-10T00:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T00:43:57.196+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dove&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Dessert with a teaspoon of Love</title><content type='html'>HELLLOOOOOOO ~~~~~ :D&lt;br /&gt;Feeling a little tired after a long day and yet I still want to continue watching drama. Woke up early to send dear to work, actually shooing him off, and back to his home to do some stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made almond jelly for my dearest boyfriend knowing that he love it so much that he wants to go everywhere to try out where's the best almond jelly, that's what I feel. haha! That time chicken wing now almond jelly? :x I made two type but felt that only one suit him and I threw the another one anyway, and I still think it wasn't good enough. For me it wasn't sweet enough, but that doesn't matter as long as he loves it. Hopefully he really does love it and not just to pacify me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little sweet dessert help cheer up my day and I hope it cheer up his day too :) That little love in that almond jelly, hopefully it can be felt. Wasn't easy k, his house still so new, alot thing don't have. Lucky I went Clementi to buy everything one shot so that I don't have to make few trips just to get some missing stuff. While asking Aaron, my god-brother, to check the address for me, he told me the oreo crust cake I make previously was nice. Will make somemore for you when I'm free alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, I feel like I'm just blabbering&amp;nbsp;nonsense&amp;nbsp;in this post just to show how happy, and tired, I am. LOL. Alright, off to bed, I'm yawning away already. Goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;I love you, but don't bully me k :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BHUnzWAt9OE/TQEG-LQ9_eI/AAAAAAAAA9c/_moAz6eH7m4/s1600/69711_1724053738513_1153455446_1901287_2012630_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BHUnzWAt9OE/TQEG-LQ9_eI/AAAAAAAAA9c/_moAz6eH7m4/s1600/69711_1724053738513_1153455446_1901287_2012630_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I've never made dessert specially for anyone, you LUCKY ASSSSSS !!!!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11408234-453016338136618091?l=www.ddoves.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ddoves.com/feeds/453016338136618091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ddoves.com/2010/12/dessert-with-teaspoon-of-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11408234/posts/default/453016338136618091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11408234/posts/default/453016338136618091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ddoves.com/2010/12/dessert-with-teaspoon-of-love.html' title='Dessert with a teaspoon of Love'/><author><name>qunhui dove</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106539392501263720484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-EwbCkNQxrYs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABdc/5AKovGMkT4g/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BHUnzWAt9OE/TQEG-LQ9_eI/AAAAAAAAA9c/_moAz6eH7m4/s72-c/69711_1724053738513_1153455446_1901287_2012630_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11408234.post-9016626712359294600</id><published>2010-12-08T01:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T01:03:29.781+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dove&apos;s'/><title type='text'>Breakdown</title><content type='html'>Had a few breakdown since yesterday till today.&amp;nbsp;Repeating&amp;nbsp;the same sad story over and over again and crying&amp;nbsp;every time&amp;nbsp;I repeat it. I know many of you out there are concerned about me, and I appreciate it. Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was at the verge, and my only choice was to share with my course manager and class tutor what's wrong with me, what's my problem so they can find better ways to help me.&amp;nbsp;After all, I'm a reinstated student, getting&amp;nbsp;withdrawn&amp;nbsp;from school and reapplying to come back again in the next&amp;nbsp;semester&amp;nbsp;wouldn't be easy for me as I have a bad record of skipping lessons (like every year and every semester). After telling them part of my problems, I broke down, couldn't continue and they started to know the seriousness of everything that's going on inside me. They suggest I don't withdraw for the time being and arrange me for counselling session to get the counsellor to write a letter to suggest for me to be deferred, and I believe it's a better choice than withdrawal. Defer means everything will be delayed and at the mean time I'm still a student there while withdrawal means I'm no longer a student there and I would have to re-apply to get back in, so I suppose being deferred is better?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad was shock with my decision I believe. I had wanted to tell him the decision I've made but over the weekend I just couldn't find the right chance to do so. Dad only know of my decision when mum called him while I was having the discussion with Capt. Ang &amp;amp; Capt. Sawah (Course Manager &amp;amp; Class Tutor). He rushed down to my school hopping to understand everything better and that I'm sure of what I want to do. Yes, I'm facing some family problems that I guess have reached it maximum capacity that's why I'm bursting now. Sad &amp;amp; disappointed when I reached home at night with my mum saying something like "you're just saying all that to make yourself look better". At that point of time I was totally SHAG, mentally. I felt like I got stab by my own mum. "Hey, can't you tell your daughter is like going berserk anytime and are you sure there's totally nothing wrong with this family?" I wanted to ask her, but she's my mum, I need to respect her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over this years, I've been keeping almost everything to myself and that should be the reason why I'm like this now. Suddenly, having to say all this to my course manager, class tutor &amp;amp; counsellor makes me feel so wrong. They're strangers to me but yet after 19 years they are the only one &amp;amp; first few I tell all this to. I've been getting inputs from mum, dad and my 2 brothers and the sad thing is that I don't have an output point that causes me to burst these days. Counselling today was ok, was able to speak more freely unlike yesterday I cry until my make totally left with nothing, don't even need make up remover. Maybe the first time after 19 years is a painful experience and I guess I should be glad it's 19 years not 21 years nor 38years. Still young! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chloe (counsellor) said she'll recommend me to be deferred till I'm&amp;nbsp;slightly&amp;nbsp;stable, and yea she say I'm a bit mentally unstable &amp;amp; paranoid. I am, I admit. Sometime I will just feel that I'm hearing footsteps when no one's home except me. Joke right? This is a very different side of Dove that many of you hasn't seen. The Dove most of you always see is one that hacks the care and have fun, but deep down inside her, she's breaking down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met godpa just now and he was very nice. I know he's there to understand everything and find solution for me and of course, I cried again (not like I want to). He speak to me very calmly. I always thought it would be a great disappoint to my dad if I were to stop my studies here and just find a monotonous job, but godpa tell me dad just wants me to be happy. He doesn't want to see me so stressed up over something I'm doing for him. I hate studying, many times I want to just get the hell out of school and never return, but thinking of the hopes my dad pinned on me, I just can't leave school without the god damn Diploma. I really don't want to disappoint him. But from what I heard from godpa seems to tell me that my thinking was wrong. I know I can tell godpa anything and everything as it'll reach my dad and I hope it does. Many times I wanted to just leave home and never come back, but on a second thought, my dad's job's rather dangerous at times. I don't want him to be worried about me while at work, won't want anything to happen to him and so I didn't leave home. I actually even had the letter written already, saying that I'll be leaving, telling my brothers to take care of my parents. Sometimes, I do have&amp;nbsp;suicidal&amp;nbsp;thought, but no worries, I won't do it no matter how much I want to. Wont want elderly to send u off right? Hurts for them, too much hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After everything, godpa told me to live for myself, do whatever I want and what I feel I should. I shouldn't be living for someone else, it's my life. I know, I do know. But it just isn't easy when you have so many factors to consider. Home is like a chess game. I have to make sure I don't make the wrong move so that I can avoid as many frictions as possible. Dad and godpa tells me to stand strong, do everything for myself and not anyone else and stop running away. I guess I need time. Afterall a breakdown after 19years isn't a small case, not easy to seriously recover as though nothing as happen. Give Dove sometime and the old Dove will be back smiling again. Won't want to get into depression again like what happened last year.&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', 'Bitstream Charter', Times, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;For the time being, she just doesn't want to face anyone.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Sorry dad, I've said hurting stuff and I owe you an apology. Sorry.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11408234-9016626712359294600?l=www.ddoves.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ddoves.com/feeds/9016626712359294600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ddoves.com/2010/12/breakdown.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11408234/posts/default/9016626712359294600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11408234/posts/default/9016626712359294600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ddoves.com/2010/12/breakdown.html' title='Breakdown'/><author><name>qunhui dove</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106539392501263720484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-EwbCkNQxrYs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABdc/5AKovGMkT4g/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11408234.post-2611096781999040258</id><published>2010-12-06T00:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T18:33:13.665+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dove&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Back with a decision</title><content type='html'>In about 9 hours, I would be in school settling my withdrawal from school. Many for you might ask me if that's what I really want to do, if i have made my choice clearly, am I sure of withdrawing? Yes, I'm very withdrawing, but that doesn't mean the end. I can still withdraw after a official withdrawal and that's what I'll be doing tomorrow. I will resume my studies in Apr 2011, the new year, new semester. After all, right now, I can't focus on my studies with so much environmental factor. Currently finding a job to support myself and contribute abit home till April next year when I resume my studies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I first told my parents my decision, I suppose they were disappointed, thinking that their daughter doesn't want to study anymore. But after telling them that I will resume my studies next year, they felt better and understood why I'm doing this. I know they're worries about my future and that's why I didn't stop my education, just to pause it for the time being. Many were shock by my decision, and also thought that once I withdraw there's no chance for me to go back, unless I start from scratch. You're all wrong! I confirmed with my class tutor and he told me if I officially withdraw &amp;amp; notify the school, I can resume! So I didn't just end everything here! Whats more, it's my last year k, so no matter what I will complete it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many things happen around me this few weeks. Faced a break up of relationship &amp;amp; entering into a new one. Lost my iPhone4. Family matters. Personal matters. All these adds up to a big big pile. With all this in mind, I just can stay focus on my studies and that's why I'm taking a break and not wasting the time too. Spend about 2hours in the morning looking for jobs online, busy sending out my resume/CV. Hopefully I can start work ASAP, I don't want to rot away. So if any of you got any job to intro please email me as I lost my hp, can't contact me for the time being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would want to thanks a few people. Firstly my parents, for understanding why I withdraw from school for the time being and not reprimanding me. Secondly my dearest boyfriend and friends that stayed with me, giving me advice, lending me a shoulder though nothing much can be done to my problems. Thanks to all! ( Makes me feel like I'm giving my thanks on a prize giving ceremony. LOL!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my dearest boyfriend; thanks for being there for me though we wasn't together yet at that time. Thanks for bring me so much joy after being together and letting me feel loved once again. You're not a replacement, neither a shield, so don't think too much alright? What I'm looking for is a lifetime partner, not a once happened relationship, hope you're having the same thinking with me. (Please tell me you are, I'm fluttering!) You're not a replacement nor a shield, so don't think so much alright? I Love You :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BHUnzWAt9OE/TPpwnJxHeHI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/GfkbUTP1jLw/s1600/149811_1705583996781_1153455446_1864354_2248239_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Sorry to my readers that I've not been updating, but now I'm back! Stay tune for more updates! and my apologies for the delay of update.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11408234-2611096781999040258?l=www.ddoves.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ddoves.com/feeds/2611096781999040258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ddoves.com/2010/12/back-with-decision.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11408234/posts/default/2611096781999040258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11408234/posts/default/2611096781999040258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ddoves.com/2010/12/back-with-decision.html' title='Back with a decision'/><author><name>qunhui dove</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106539392501263720484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-EwbCkNQxrYs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABdc/5AKovGMkT4g/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BHUnzWAt9OE/TPpwnJxHeHI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/GfkbUTP1jLw/s72-c/149811_1705583996781_1153455446_1864354_2248239_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11408234.post-7172957920522837018</id><published>2010-11-23T01:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T01:25:04.371+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dove&apos;s'/><title type='text'>busy having fun</title><content type='html'>I know I've been missing for quite some time. Was really busy, didn't even get enough sleep almost everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was i busy with? Busy having fun with few people like Jayden &amp;amp; Cost :p I actually watched Harry Potter twice! Slept almost throughout the movie when I watched it the second time with Leen, Ray, Uncle Curry, Chun, Jia Xiong father &amp;amp; Jayden. Been visit Cini, Cathay, Cyrus frequently till I don't want to go to Cyrus anymore. Always have nothing to do. Boring only. Guys, at home no com ar, why keep go Cyrus -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of you told me that my life has been very happening this few weeks. Yea, it's rather happening but tiring too. Time to settle down. I had a very peaceful day today at my cousin's place. Just there to slack, no disturbance&amp;nbsp;from anyone, spending time with my kins. Isn't life just lovely this way? This is the life I wanted, so peaceful. From the time I wake, I shall go to school everyday, reach home early and avoid war at home and work if still got more events! Just notice I'm going to be broke soon :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School, home, work. Anything else?&lt;br /&gt;Randomly blogging, might seem messy. I'll blog a proper one soon. Nights :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I'm&amp;nbsp;officially&amp;nbsp;alright, don't wanna take in anymore of those :)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11408234-7172957920522837018?l=www.ddoves.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ddoves.com/feeds/7172957920522837018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ddoves.com/2010/11/busy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11408234/posts/default/7172957920522837018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11408234/posts/default/7172957920522837018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ddoves.com/2010/11/busy.html' title='busy having fun'/><author><name>qunhui dove</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106539392501263720484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-EwbCkNQxrYs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABdc/5AKovGMkT4g/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11408234.post-8402017300251477988</id><published>2010-11-15T02:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T02:17:52.590+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dove&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Day out!</title><content type='html'>Had a day out with Cost &amp;amp; Cong today. Accompanied Cost to go cut her fringe at Heeren. Today is a rainy day! Go everywhere also so cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All 3 of us decide to be budget for the day, looked for cheap and nice food and decided to go MOS burger. When was the last time I had MOS? like 2 months ago at Bugis with a friend if I'm not wrong. Went for movie after MOS and kwanhua joined us. We watched Megamind @ Cini. The movie was nice, funny. I like cartoon la! May sound like a kid, but seriously funny and entertaining. Guess I enjoy going out more in a smaller group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to school tomorrow, gotta wake up at 6am. Gosh, and here I am blogging rubbish at such a time. Faint~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice effect right? I like. Inspired by Cong's sister shots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="477" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BHUnzWAt9OE/TOAks6V0JtI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/Ux4YkkNn7Uw/s640/75329_471446328368_595243368_5502581_6291418_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coco &amp;amp; me in Ion toilet :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BHUnzWAt9OE/TOAlA66QrHI/AAAAAAAAA9U/0UVCzEdATjc/s640/IMG_2231.jpg" width="478" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, available for book from Mon to Sun (as said by uncle curry) book your time slot while it's still available! :D (cbox is back! :p)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;To my dear friends who are worried about me. Don't have to worry, just give me sometime and I'll be ok :)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11408234-8402017300251477988?l=www.ddoves.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ddoves.com/feeds/8402017300251477988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ddoves.com/2010/11/day-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11408234/posts/default/8402017300251477988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11408234/posts/default/8402017300251477988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ddoves.com/2010/11/day-out.html' title='Day out!'/><author><name>qunhui dove</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106539392501263720484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-EwbCkNQxrYs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABdc/5AKovGMkT4g/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BHUnzWAt9OE/TOAks6V0JtI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/Ux4YkkNn7Uw/s72-c/75329_471446328368_595243368_5502581_6291418_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11408234.post-2047767265930587591</id><published>2010-11-13T12:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T02:18:33.847+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dove&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>为什么两个相爱的人不能在一起</title><content type='html'>was waiting for my handphone to ring while crying on my bed till i actually fell asleep with the music player playing the same song from midnight till now. guess that's how tired I am for not sleeping the day before and how much my mood is into the song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i&amp;nbsp;shouldn't&amp;nbsp;have woke up. the moment i woke up i start thinking again. is there really no hope le? is it really so hard to carry on? is it so hard to try and continue walking with me? please don't leave me alone, i don't want to walk this path without you. we wanted to go on till forever so why are we stopping here? dun stop here hao ma?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i know you've got lots of troubles, lots of things to do and to settle, lots of things to sort out. but please don't put on relationship on the line too. it's too dangerous. anything happen i just want to stay by your side, help you solve your problems. let's not run away from it hao bu hao, solve everything together. i don't want such ending, do you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;seeing you post that song on my wall tells me you want to let me go at all price. my heart aches. and do you have any idea why i hated that song. cause when we were together, you posted that song on her wall too. so does it mean your heart still wasn't with me and all you want was for her to give up on you? does your heart ache when you tell me to be just your friend? if it does, then let's not be friend, let's continue where we are now. you don't want me to be hurt right? then don't hurt me. i'm not asking much, i just want you. that's all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when you took off the couple ring, and yet you still call me dear. i asked myself how should i react. you wore it back and took off again. i tell myself, since you not wearing it then i shall remove it too&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', 'Bitstream Charter', Times, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;but what are we at that moment? friend or a pair of couple ?&lt;/span&gt;don't want people ask too much. but who knows, people are so observant. 1 by 1 pm to ask me what's wrong. i couldn't answer them. seriously what's wrong between us? can you tell me? &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i seriously don't know what i should do, someone please tell me. i don't want to walk on without him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;为什么两个相爱的人不能在一起？难道你不爱我吗？&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BHUnzWAt9OE/TN4UMDvCCuI/AAAAAAAAA9I/a_l_LuSBfp0/s1600/untitled.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="21" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BHUnzWAt9OE/TN4UMDvCCuI/AAAAAAAAA9I/a_l_LuSBfp0/s320/untitled.JPG" width="320" /&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/11408234-2047767265930587591?l=www.ddoves.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ddoves.com/feeds/2047767265930587591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ddoves.com/2010/11/blog-post_13.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11408234/posts/default/2047767265930587591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11408234/posts/default/2047767265930587591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ddoves.com/2010/11/blog-post_13.html' title='为什么两个相爱的人不能在一起'/><author><name>qunhui dove</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106539392501263720484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-EwbCkNQxrYs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABdc/5AKovGMkT4g/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BHUnzWAt9OE/TN4UMDvCCuI/AAAAAAAAA9I/a_l_LuSBfp0/s72-c/untitled.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11408234.post-6044568088056233228</id><published>2010-11-12T09:13:00.099+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T10:23:54.449+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dove&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>害怕，心痛</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;想了一个晚上，还是得不到结论。到头来也不知道自己在想些什么。头头就知道这条路不容易走，但我们还是继续走下去，相信后来的路会好走。难道我错了吗？&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;开始时，这条路的确不好走。许多的闲言闲语，多么不好听的话我都能忍受。无论多少人告诉我这段感情不会开花结果我的心都不被动摇，依然坚持着。一直都相信只要渡过了这一关就不会有任何问题/阻碍。开始时的前几个礼拜，我&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', 'Bitstream Charter', Times, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;一直&lt;/span&gt;以为你是在利用我来＂过桥＂但我却不能做什么来寻找我要的答案。没办法，只好直接问你。当时你说你并没有利用我来＂过桥＂时，我是多么的高兴，至少你对我没那么无情，对我有那么一点的感情吧。在我没开口问你的时候我已做好心理准备，要是你真的是在利用我来“过桥”的话，你的戏演完后我们就做回朋友我也不会怪你，继续陪你演完那一场戏。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;过了两个月和一个礼拜的蜜月期，在我相信一切都安定下来时，你却问我“做最亲密的朋友好吗”&amp;nbsp;我真的无法接受。我知道你身边有好几个没有好结局的异地恋，那不代表我们也会得不到好的结局。若我们不试又怎么知道呢？别怕会浪费我的时间/感情因为我不在乎。我也不觉得你约束到我。若我们现在放弃不是等于连试都没试吗？我要的是天长地久而不是曾经拥有。你还记得你牵着我的手告诉我会一直陪着我，不会要有另一段爱情，因为那是浪费时间而你也没有那么多时间浪费吗？我们俩最想要的，最简单的希望/愿望，不就是在一起到老吗？如果现在变成最亲密的朋友，那我们的愿望/希望不就根本不可能达到了？&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;虽然我们相隔两地，但我的心却从没离开过你。还记得你曾发给我这样的一个简讯吗“《3除非你不要我。不然我永远是你的！”&amp;nbsp;那为何现在会这样呢？不能说你想的都是垃圾，因为你说的都有道理，但我宁愿你不去想，不要给自己压力。我们一步一步慢慢来好吗？有什么困难我们一起解决。陪我/牵着我的手继续走下去，不要放弃好吗？我只是想做你背后那个支持着你，爱着你的小女人。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;我好害怕失去你。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BHUnzWAt9OE/TNyi_bXzMoI/AAAAAAAAA9E/2cJs3DOkHCU/s1600/1_105952_1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11408234-6044568088056233228?l=www.ddoves.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ddoves.com/feeds/6044568088056233228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ddoves.com/2010/11/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11408234/posts/default/6044568088056233228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11408234/posts/default/6044568088056233228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ddoves.com/2010/11/blog-post.html' title='害怕，心痛'/><author><name>qunhui dove</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106539392501263720484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-EwbCkNQxrYs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABdc/5AKovGMkT4g/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BHUnzWAt9OE/TNyi_bXzMoI/AAAAAAAAA9E/2cJs3DOkHCU/s72-c/1_105952_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11408234.post-1776754989578958587</id><published>2010-11-11T02:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T02:04:42.369+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dove&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>bye my love.</title><content type='html'>Dear is back to Malaysia le :( I know how much I'll miss him, I know how much I want him by my side, but right now we can only take it step by step, afterall it's not easy maintaining a long distance like what many of you have told me. But that doesn't mean I'll give up this relationship, I'll not. No matter how tough it is to continue walking on this path, I hope you'll not give up and wake to the end with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since you're back in Malaysia already, it means it's my turn to plan my trip! Planning to have the trip between 18 Dec - 25 Dec, as I'm having holiday during 11 Dec - 2 Jan. Just nice the week in the middle. Shall see if I'll be having anything on these days and it's time to discuss with BoBo &amp;amp; Sam. and ya, intending to push away the performance at JB since I'm unable to get any accurate and confirm information, so must as well plan for my own trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now till my trip to KL, it's time for studies, and nothing else. Study study study. Time to go back to school, no other reason for me to skip school anymore :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That day after a heart to heart talk on the phone with dear, my heart ache/hurts. It's like we're walking on a very blur and dangerous path. None of us know what the ending will be like but we wish for a simple ending, which is to be together till we grow old. The tone he had at that moment gave me a feeling that he's going to give up anytime, I was so worried he was going to tell me about breaking up. Really didn't want to lose him. Although it's hard to maintain, I'll do everything and anything I can to maintain this relationship. Though we can't be like other couple being together almost daily, but our hearts can't be dishearted. We have to go through all together. I believe someday we'll see the bright future of us, both of us. Promise me the word "break up" will never come from you ok? You didn't say it, but I was afraid that you're worried that I xing ku and give up this relationship. Hope everything turns out fine and that we'll have a long way to walk together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope to see dear soon! I yearn for his hug, his kisses and his everything!&amp;nbsp;Misses :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BHUnzWAt9OE/TNrYjtl3TkI/AAAAAAAAA9A/ZU2nJcRKiIQ/s640/IMG_2167.jpg" width="478" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11408234-1776754989578958587?l=www.ddoves.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ddoves.com/feeds/1776754989578958587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ddoves.com/2010/11/bye-my-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11408234/posts/default/1776754989578958587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11408234/posts/default/1776754989578958587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ddoves.com/2010/11/bye-my-love.html' title='bye my love.'/><author><name>qunhui dove</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106539392501263720484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-EwbCkNQxrYs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABdc/5AKovGMkT4g/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BHUnzWAt9OE/TNrYjtl3TkI/AAAAAAAAA9A/ZU2nJcRKiIQ/s72-c/IMG_2167.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11408234.post-2551429642264218494</id><published>2010-11-05T14:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T14:58:39.801+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dove&apos;s'/><title type='text'>Cost's 22nd bdae.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sorry for the less frequent update. Have been coming home later and later till it's almost morning. Panda eyes showing itself, getting darker and darker :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yesterday went for steamboat to celebrate Cost's 22nd birthday! Old le :x And I notice my capacity for steamboat has dropped! Eating lesser and lesser but I'm still putting on weight, Oh gosh, what's wrong with me :( Maybe cause I've not been getting enough rest? People/newspaper ever say if someone doesn't get enough rest, easily put on weight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BHUnzWAt9OE/TNOeGUFz-dI/AAAAAAAAA84/L3hP5aJxSg4/s1600/149195_466140308368_595243368_5432130_2843472_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Went for movie after steamboat, Due Date.&amp;nbsp;Hilarious movie. Laugh from start to end. A movie worth watching. The only one who slept was Jasper -.- Slept from start to end while everyone was laughing. In the movie, there's a dog that masturbate! OMG, super funny. do watch!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Was already tired after the movie, went for Mac and than head home! Bath and onto my bed till like now :x Finally some proper rest after few days :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A photo with the birthday babe :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and as you can see, my hair is super short!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BHUnzWAt9OE/TNOeHJvDb0I/AAAAAAAAA88/NpNs9SILGiQ/s1600/74802_466124138368_595243368_5431740_5702500_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Something I didn't want it to happen actually happen, now I'm lost.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11408234-2551429642264218494?l=www.ddoves.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ddoves.com/feeds/2551429642264218494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ddoves.com/2010/11/costs-22nd-bdae.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11408234/posts/default/2551429642264218494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11408234/posts/default/2551429642264218494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ddoves.com/2010/11/costs-22nd-bdae.html' title='Cost&apos;s 22nd bdae.'/><author><name>qunhui dove</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106539392501263720484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-EwbCkNQxrYs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABdc/5AKovGMkT4g/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BHUnzWAt9OE/TNOeGUFz-dI/AAAAAAAAA84/L3hP5aJxSg4/s72-c/149195_466140308368_595243368_5432130_2843472_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11408234.post-8404195883817554952</id><published>2010-11-01T01:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T01:54:57.588+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Though Times'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dove&apos;s'/><title type='text'>19th birthday :)</title><content type='html'>HAPPY 19TH BIRTHDAY TO MYSELF! &lt;br /&gt;Suddenly I feel old! Next year I'll be in my twenties! OMG! That's like so fast! Forever 19 can? :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With so much pre-birthday celebration, I didn't celebrate on the actual day. Also don't know to give the actual day to who x.x don't want anyone to say it's unfair so had the day for myself settling lots of stuff! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back to school to settle the reinstated stuff. Got my new timetable and it's super tiring, I feel. zzz. Take a look at this boring timetable and tell me what you feel. It's MY WEEKLY BORING TIMETABLE. ZZZZZZ. All I'm thinking now is "Skip school, Skip school" LOL! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="388" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BHUnzWAt9OE/TM2r0b2D3iI/AAAAAAAAA80/RiQuIGoMlw8/s640/timetable.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have been busy nowadays with some people, so sorry for the late and lesser updates. More and more gathering till I feel that I've lost something in me. Suddenly a few changes I notice, although they're not something that will affect me greatly but still I saw it, and I'm affected by it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall sleep soon. Got to wake up at 6am tomorrow for lesson. Time to go back to school! No more slacking! (I hope :x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the megas on my birthday by my online buddies. Love them all :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BHUnzWAt9OE/TM2mHqIO9yI/AAAAAAAAA8w/4Gu5LyDaPgc/s1600/megas.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11408234-8404195883817554952?l=www.ddoves.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ddoves.com/feeds/8404195883817554952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ddoves.com/2010/11/19th-birthday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11408234/posts/default/8404195883817554952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11408234/posts/default/8404195883817554952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ddoves.com/2010/11/19th-birthday.html' title='19th birthday :)'/><author><name>qunhui dove</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106539392501263720484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-EwbCkNQxrYs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABdc/5AKovGMkT4g/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BHUnzWAt9OE/TM2r0b2D3iI/AAAAAAAAA80/RiQuIGoMlw8/s72-c/timetable.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11408234.post-6469254470283980601</id><published>2010-10-27T02:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T02:23:38.703+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dove&apos;s'/><title type='text'>Pre birthday celebration with Bobo &amp; few.</title><content type='html'>Bobo helped celebrate my birthday today! We met at around 8pm and went Manhattan Fish Market at Whitesand for dinner. 6 of us and 3 platter. Share! Bobo with me. Sam with Jacob. Gary with Wei Ming. All platter were cleared! EMPTY! We finished all. heehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bobo got me a mudpie since there's nothing there for the birthday girl. But doesn't matter what it is, it's the thought that matter. The mudpie was nice, but I was too full to finish it. Everyone helped eat abit but we didn't manage to finish it :( Wasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BHUnzWAt9OE/TMcY9T3JC6I/AAAAAAAAA8o/OJopE4bXQNY/s640/IMG_2058.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to watch Paranormal Activity 2 at E-hub at around 9.45pm. Wei Ming, Me, Sam &amp;amp; Bobo. Sam is so cute la! When he got shocked, he's the only one who scream in the whole cinema, twice somemore! Even I didn't scream! The movie wasn't very good. No ending, non-fantastic story line but has the little stuff that does scare me. This time I didn't curse and swear as much as I did when I watched Child's Eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BHUnzWAt9OE/TMcZEM-XCrI/AAAAAAAAA8s/5bildfrMcmE/s640/IMG_2059.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired! I actually fell asleep at someone's house today while he was playing blackshot -.- Think I'm seriously lack of rest. I shall go sleep soon, all my panda eyes are showing already. So ugly :( What shall I do tomorrow? Any suggestion?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Bobo for everything tonight. Mama will not forget. I appreciated everything you planned. Thanks x3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11408234-6469254470283980601?l=www.ddoves.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ddoves.com/feeds/6469254470283980601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ddoves.com/2010/10/pre-birthday-celebration-with-bobo-few.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11408234/posts/default/6469254470283980601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11408234/posts/default/6469254470283980601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ddoves.com/2010/10/pre-birthday-celebration-with-bobo-few.html' title='Pre birthday celebration with Bobo &amp; few.'/><author><name>qunhui dove</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106539392501263720484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-EwbCkNQxrYs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABdc/5AKovGMkT4g/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BHUnzWAt9OE/TMcY9T3JC6I/AAAAAAAAA8o/OJopE4bXQNY/s72-c/IMG_2058.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11408234.post-2216930178060368625</id><published>2010-10-26T04:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T02:24:00.912+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dove&apos;s'/><title type='text'>Pre birthday celebration with maplers.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Had a birthday celebration on Saturday. Many turn up. Thanks for coming down :x I'm seriously touched. People like Cong took the day off, Pat took MC (fake one) to come down and celebrate with me. Thanks all who were they. I love you all! MUACKSSSS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was a long and tiring day, but enjoyable one. In the noon, met Wei Ming, Simon, Chun &amp;amp; Simon's friend at Chinatown for dimsum. We walked one big round because Chun &amp;amp; Wei Ming lead us the wrong way! I'm a direction idiot so I just stupidly follow -.- When we reached our destination, the lady pushing the trolley (or whatever it is called) took out the food one by one to ask if we wanted it. We wanted ALMOST EVERYTHING. We're hungry k! We reached there around 3+ which is suppose to be a lunch date? -.- We slacked there till around 5+ and decide to move off to Bugis since the gathering time for my steamboat was 6.30pm. Walk around Bugis to kill time, meanwhile picking up people on the way so we can reach the steamboat together :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Picked up quite a few of them on the way to steamboat while Cost &amp;amp; KwanHua were already there waiting for us. I booked 20 seats but somehow it wasn't enough -.- Many who said not sure if they were coming turned up. Thanks for coming down :) Does the seats look enough for 20 people?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BHUnzWAt9OE/TMXcLK-zgCI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/v5s7kCsoPLQ/s1600/67506_460341003368_595243368_5321650_3033210_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BHUnzWAt9OE/TMXcLK-zgCI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/v5s7kCsoPLQ/s1600/67506_460341003368_595243368_5321650_3033210_n.jpg" /&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;One by one coming down, one by one I ask the boss to open another table. I felt abit too many people. I expect a few to fly my aeroplane, but instead all turn up. I've got steady friends around me. wahahahah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They bullied me during steamboat! Ke Hong, Brian &amp;amp; Shaun made me drink raw egg saying that since I'm the birthday girl, I have to drink it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BHUnzWAt9OE/TMXcX_o_2sI/AAAAAAAAA8g/o6tfwpb-QBw/s1600/73499_460365413368_595243368_5321948_304003_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Added some hot soup in so that it doesn't taste so raw. Seriously, it doesn't taste nice! I won't want to drink it anymore. Since everyone so give face, I shall drink it I thought. And I really drank it -.- I can still remember the taste. Don't know why it tasted so weird, did they add any funny stuff?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BHUnzWAt9OE/TMXcHy5IdaI/AAAAAAAAA8M/yMOHh5l8QYg/s1600/67501_460365623368_595243368_5321950_1083593_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After Steamboat we went for desert. I didn't eat much during steamboat, less than a plate full. I seldom go steamboat eat so little, but that night I had many to entertain so ya, ate lesser. Couldn't where to go after eating. Leen &amp;amp; bunch wanted bowling, Shaun &amp;amp; Brian wanted KTV, and a few wanted movie. We stood by the roadside for sometime to make the decision. It was really QUITE SOME TIME.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BHUnzWAt9OE/TMXcDrx9y_I/AAAAAAAAA8I/0xKQhyt3Kdw/s1600/66532_460413578368_595243368_5323068_3173409_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In the end we decide to go Mount Faber Safra. Upstair got bowling, downstair got Kbox. Fit most of the stuff some of them suggested. Took bus there and it was uncle curry's first bus ride! heehee. When we got of the bus, he say he'll never want to take bus again. His ass pain. LOL! Leen &amp;amp; bunch went up for bowling, while the rest of us went to kbox pub. It's a open space ktv. Order drinks and wait for your turn to sing. More people came down to join us. The crowd doesn't seem to reduce.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ordering drinks. And when I said I wanted beer, someone stared at me. I forgot who was it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BHUnzWAt9OE/TMXcNm7DYvI/AAAAAAAAA8U/cW0IK70KwHA/s1600/68803_460457838368_595243368_5323804_752098_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sang some songs with Cong &amp;amp; Leen. There's this drunkard lady who suddenly started hitting a guy and even threw the jug at him. So scary -.- When she came back from settling her stuff with her "friend" she came to the counter and said "Move away, I want to insert my song" while Leen and I was  choosing our song. SO RUDE OF HER! Seriously, drunk should just go home, don't make trouble for people nor spoil people's mood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Around 3am, we went for supper! I forget what's that place call but we were they till around 5.30am than we disperse and headed home. Was super tired but had an enjoyable day. Love everyone who came :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A photo with Cost&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BHUnzWAt9OE/TMXcSKhgOQI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/3A7-9h97ZPs/s1600/71749_460384068368_595243368_5322297_4172433_n.jpg" /&gt;&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;A photo with Leen on the bus. The half cut lady behind is Esther (x3HerPubor/Ix3EatRice)&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BHUnzWAt9OE/TMXcVOWgdUI/AAAAAAAAA8c/IeDBo20lpZc/s1600/72738_452434582807_676192807_5193053_6062878_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks all who came down to celebrate with me, I'l remember all of you!&lt;br /&gt;Let me try naming them all now. hahas.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Jia Xiong, Rayson, Wei Ming, Chun, Leen, Kwan Hua, Cost, Esther, Simon, Brian, Shaun, Min Fang, Cat, Ivan, Pat, Gary, Bobo, Ke Hong, Jacob, Shinn, Yong Wen, Samm, Cong, Uncle Curry, Ming, Qi Long, Jasper. That's all I can recall for now. Thanks once again for coming! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ya, Ming! I love your car! HAHAHA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11408234-2216930178060368625?l=www.ddoves.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ddoves.com/feeds/2216930178060368625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ddoves.com/2010/10/pre-birthday-celebration-with-maplers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11408234/posts/default/2216930178060368625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11408234/posts/default/2216930178060368625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ddoves.com/2010/10/pre-birthday-celebration-with-maplers.html' title='Pre birthday celebration with maplers.'/><author><name>qunhui dove</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106539392501263720484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-EwbCkNQxrYs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABdc/5AKovGMkT4g/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BHUnzWAt9OE/TMXcLK-zgCI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/v5s7kCsoPLQ/s72-c/67506_460341003368_595243368_5321650_3033210_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11408234.post-5525027360206294788</id><published>2010-10-22T01:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T01:49:52.287+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dove&apos;s'/><title type='text'>Busy day ahead.</title><content type='html'>Few stuff to do when I wake tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Appointment at Telok Blangah with PeiQi to discuss somethings @ 1.45pm. Gotta find my way to get there tomorrow when I wake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Call SP to arrange for me to return back to school. Though I really don't feel like x.x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Down to Bugis to book table for&amp;nbsp;Saturday&amp;nbsp;steamboat for my birthday celebration. Confirming attendance is another problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Send out information on Saturday's activity, gathering time, location. Anything else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Dear's HT at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems like quite some stuff to be done. Will sleep early tonight so that I won't look like panda tomorrow. So ugly! Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11408234-5525027360206294788?l=www.ddoves.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ddoves.com/feeds/5525027360206294788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ddoves.com/2010/10/busy-day-ahead.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11408234/posts/default/5525027360206294788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11408234/posts/default/5525027360206294788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ddoves.com/2010/10/busy-day-ahead.html' title='Busy day ahead.'/><author><name>qunhui dove</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106539392501263720484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-EwbCkNQxrYs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABdc/5AKovGMkT4g/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11408234.post-688958480250327580</id><published>2010-10-20T00:02:00.077+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T02:44:32.083+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GPSS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dove&apos;s'/><title type='text'>GPSS Luncheon.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sorry guys for the super late update. Pictures always take quite some time to be uploaded and I either stops uploading halfway or take super long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Had the GPSS ambassador gathering/luncheon on the 16th. Less than half of the ambassadors turn up, rather disappointed. Upon reaching, I called Jon as I didn't see him around. He told me he won't be attending as he would be working. I was SERIOUSLY DISAPPOINTED, TOTALLY NO MOOD! Even Deepak notice the 180 degree change in my mood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Within 5 minutes Deepak told me Jon is here, I wanted to screw him for rubbing salt into my wound. And he repeated again but suddenly someone tap my shoulder. IT WAS JON! oh gosh, I was so happy to see Jon! He surprise me further with a birthday gift, totally shock. THANKS JON! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Some photos taken during the luncheon :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BHUnzWAt9OE/TL3AuMbYcCI/AAAAAAAAA7k/177lxS0pzwc/s1600/68789_453033819100_515424100_5178661_1375728_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I like the way I look in this photo :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;amp; the lady beside me in pink is my supervisor! Finally got a photo with her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BHUnzWAt9OE/TL3ApK1TZTI/AAAAAAAAA7M/VHM-UDaf1aw/s1600/33539_453569639100_515424100_5190125_2948734_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A mass group photo of all the ambassadors who attended. Can you spot me? :x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BHUnzWAt9OE/TL3ljAaKYYI/AAAAAAAAA70/aivD9m89qj0/s1600/66373_453026529100_515424100_5178570_2667894_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A lick &amp;amp; a kiss to some of the drivers. Requested by my 2 photographer, Jon &amp;amp; Deepak&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BHUnzWAt9OE/TL3AtYz6ITI/AAAAAAAAA7g/6ertftLBxPQ/s1600/68388_453324299100_515424100_5184464_3680171_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BHUnzWAt9OE/TL3ArOqJ7qI/AAAAAAAAA7U/df8S8pJ-Df0/s1600/64984_1566156827829_1052660052_1631060_6291850_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;End of the luncheon, we decided to take a walk on the F1 track.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BHUnzWAt9OE/TL3AqXy6vII/AAAAAAAAA7Q/rxmJB2tlJm0/s1600/33929_1566157467845_1052660052_1631064_6207822_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BHUnzWAt9OE/TL3AsIBZx5I/AAAAAAAAA7Y/RKPxLYsEbqk/s1600/67522_453314149100_515424100_5184135_3523849_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And yes, VETTEL! MY MAN!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BHUnzWAt9OE/TL3As0kcKeI/AAAAAAAAA7c/O4jWDVhUMRE/s1600/68366_1566157947857_1052660052_1631068_3269948_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Birthday present from Jon, inclusive of a card.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BHUnzWAt9OE/TL3KsFbNkRI/AAAAAAAAA7s/MGEp8Bbfme4/s640/IMG_2035.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;It's the GPSS Season special edition x-mini special! I remember saying that I wanted one of those when we just knew each other. Didn't expect anyone to remember. Thanks Jon!  You really surprised me. &amp;amp; you have very nice hand writing :x&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BHUnzWAt9OE/TL3KUTprPAI/AAAAAAAAA7o/9mAUzx3l4sM/s640/IMG_2036.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This photo with Jon was taken on my last deployment. Hope we do meet up soon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Congrats to Jon on being the &lt;b&gt;best ambassado&lt;/b&gt;r! *clap clap* &amp;amp; thanks for the gift! x3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BHUnzWAt9OE/TL3licCESyI/AAAAAAAAA7w/AMnjYvuTk58/s1600/63825_444535229100_515424100_5023742_2079008_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the late update once again &amp;gt;.&amp;lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11408234-688958480250327580?l=www.ddoves.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ddoves.com/feeds/688958480250327580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ddoves.com/2010/10/gpss-luncheon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11408234/posts/default/688958480250327580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11408234/posts/default/688958480250327580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ddoves.com/2010/10/gpss-luncheon.html' title='GPSS Luncheon.'/><author><name>qunhui dove</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106539392501263720484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-EwbCkNQxrYs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABdc/5AKovGMkT4g/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BHUnzWAt9OE/TL3AuMbYcCI/AAAAAAAAA7k/177lxS0pzwc/s72-c/68789_453033819100_515424100_5178661_1375728_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11408234.post-4671168491863716388</id><published>2010-10-18T14:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T14:45:43.516+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dove&apos;s'/><title type='text'>Live Free Fly High</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="281" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BHUnzWAt9OE/TLvr3oFllwI/AAAAAAAAA6k/REdXj6JEIP0/s640/20573_1348754007819_1500411892_30924747_1639284_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;Are you living freely, flying beyond the horizon?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;I have the character of an eagle, I can't be restrain.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;I need a sky with no limits and that's where I'll fly high.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;I "Live Free, Fly High"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;Do you?&lt;/span&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/11408234-4671168491863716388?l=www.ddoves.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ddoves.com/feeds/4671168491863716388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ddoves.com/2010/10/live-free-fly-high.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11408234/posts/default/4671168491863716388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11408234/posts/default/4671168491863716388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ddoves.com/2010/10/live-free-fly-high.html' title='Live Free Fly High'/><author><name>qunhui dove</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106539392501263720484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-EwbCkNQxrYs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABdc/5AKovGMkT4g/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BHUnzWAt9OE/TLvr3oFllwI/AAAAAAAAA6k/REdXj6JEIP0/s72-c/20573_1348754007819_1500411892_30924747_1639284_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11408234.post-6369616231139893444</id><published>2010-10-14T00:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T00:44:25.431+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dove&apos;s'/><title type='text'>Second Chance</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Life is too short to wake up with regrets.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;So love the person who treat you right.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Forget about one who don't.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Believe everything happens for a reason.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;If you get a second chance, grab with both hands.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;If it changes your life, let it.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nobody said life would be easy.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;They just promise it would be worth it.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Quoted from some website that I cant recall, but doesn't it sound meaningful?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you get a second chance will you grab tightly with both your hands?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11408234-6369616231139893444?l=www.ddoves.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ddoves.com/feeds/6369616231139893444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ddoves.com/2010/10/second-chance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11408234/posts/default/6369616231139893444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11408234/posts/default/6369616231139893444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ddoves.com/2010/10/second-chance.html' title='Second Chance'/><author><name>qunhui dove</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106539392501263720484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-EwbCkNQxrYs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABdc/5AKovGMkT4g/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11408234.post-7643858676395931882</id><published>2010-10-13T01:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T01:24:47.786+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dove&apos;s'/><title type='text'>Cong/Jayden 22nd Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lazy to say too much. Let the pictures do most of the talking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Went Bugis to have steamboat,&amp;nbsp;celebrating&amp;nbsp;Cong's birthday. Total of 10 people inclusive of me, Wei Ming, Cong, Jin, Leonard, Hong &amp;amp; GF plus a few others who I don't&amp;nbsp;remember.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wanted to share money with Wei Ming to buy a cake for Cong, but to think of it, go there and check first. Maybe someone has already bought a cake, don't want later got 2 cake, waste. And indeed, Hong really bought cake, lucky Wei Ming and I didn't buy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Loot at how happy Cong is holding the white rose given to him by his gay friend. HAHA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BHUnzWAt9OE/TLSHpQ380VI/AAAAAAAAA6U/mSbymOmdovg/s640/IMG_1988.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy boy smiling so happily :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BHUnzWAt9OE/TLSHxlvpe8I/AAAAAAAAA6Y/l2gjXE8Ht3s/s640/IMG_1991.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fighting to make sure his face doesn't end up in the cake!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BHUnzWAt9OE/TLSG6YOM9oI/AAAAAAAAA6A/1-Z7AQNLkEk/s640/IMG_1993.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A challenge, and also a chance for us to smash his face into the cake. But didn't succeed :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BHUnzWAt9OE/TLSH3xd8jPI/AAAAAAAAA6c/34B9U53bX1M/s640/IMG_1992.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me &amp;amp; Wei Ming. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BHUnzWAt9OE/TLSHWPvJT0I/AAAAAAAAA6I/19g-wcZv-co/s640/IMG_2001.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me &amp;amp; Hong's girlfriend :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BHUnzWAt9OE/TLSHclRbEoI/AAAAAAAAA6M/V1XMZx7x_-A/s640/IMG_1980.jpg" width="480" /&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;b&gt;HAPPY 22ND BIRTHDAY TO CONG AKA JAYDEN! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dove dove nice hor! No fly you aeroplane :D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BHUnzWAt9OE/TLSHHGrR8wI/AAAAAAAAA6E/TeixFpOlkb8/s640/IMG_1997.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope Cong enjoyed his birthday :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11408234-7643858676395931882?l=www.ddoves.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ddoves.com/feeds/7643858676395931882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ddoves.com/2010/10/congjayden-22nd-birthday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11408234/posts/default/7643858676395931882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11408234/posts/default/7643858676395931882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ddoves.com/2010/10/congjayden-22nd-birthday.html' title='Cong/Jayden 22nd Birthday'/><author><name>qunhui dove</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106539392501263720484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-EwbCkNQxrYs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABdc/5AKovGMkT4g/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BHUnzWAt9OE/TLSHpQ380VI/AAAAAAAAA6U/mSbymOmdovg/s72-c/IMG_1988.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11408234.post-2894237538133483755</id><published>2010-10-11T13:33:00.018+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T20:51:09.569+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dove&apos;s'/><title type='text'>What do you want?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BHUnzWAt9OE/TLKhod0gXUI/AAAAAAAAA50/zoxDqjH_7cs/s1600/tumblr_l3j8nfrzYJ1qaorrco1_500.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;I'm going after what I want trying to reach it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;I ask for the answer that I can't guess as I'm not you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;I took a step forward to look into the future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;what about you?&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/11408234-2894237538133483755?l=www.ddoves.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ddoves.com/feeds/2894237538133483755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ddoves.com/2010/10/going-after-what-you-want.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11408234/posts/default/2894237538133483755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11408234/posts/default/2894237538133483755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ddoves.com/2010/10/going-after-what-you-want.html' title='What do you want?'/><author><name>qunhui dove</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106539392501263720484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-EwbCkNQxrYs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABdc/5AKovGMkT4g/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BHUnzWAt9OE/TLKhod0gXUI/AAAAAAAAA50/zoxDqjH_7cs/s72-c/tumblr_l3j8nfrzYJ1qaorrco1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11408234.post-6473448379613024213</id><published>2010-10-08T05:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T05:26:40.420+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dove&apos;s'/><title type='text'>Too many to meet!</title><content type='html'>I had a superb day today!&lt;br /&gt;Early in the morning met Shaun. He&amp;nbsp;accompanied&amp;nbsp;me back to school to settle the appeal stuff and all we had to do was to fill in a form. zzz. Why don't they have an online form or something like that, make me spend so much travelling time just to fill up a particular form. After that we went to Changi General Hospital to visit Hao Song. He claims to be having fever for 2 weeks and vomiting red stuff, and that's his reason for being&amp;nbsp;hospitalized. Being a nice friend, when he complained that hospital food taste horrible, I bought him roasted meat plus drumstick rice! I'm so nice right? :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cab down to Whitesand to meet my sister, Xiao Han, to shop for our steamboat food! By the time me &amp;amp; Shaun reach, she already has most of it ready, waiting for us to add on. Went to Xiao Han's house to prepare for our fabulous. While preparing the food, we notice that the fish was too little! We drove out to look for fish from one supermarket to another. Another word, WE WENT SUPERMARKET HOPPING! :x cute right? haha. Just for a slice of fish. Meanwhile, we picked up Cassandra, my slut! x3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slack at Mac for some snacks and I move off to having coffee with Jacob while waiting for our last member, Kai Boon to reach Xiao Han's place after his work. When Kai Boon reached and ring me up, I was already under the block, and they were playing mahjong. Enjoy hur? Upon my arrival, we had all the steamboat and hotplate onto the table together with all the fabulous foods. and what's next? DIG IN! STEAMBOAT AFTER 3 YEARS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kai Boon cook and I eat. I'm the rubbish bin. I eat whatever they give me :x After around an hour, they started another mahjong session. I'm such a noob in mahjong, totally don't understand how to win the game.&amp;nbsp;Coincidentally, Jacob &amp;amp; Wei Siang message me saying they're bored and slacking around in some carpark so I told them to come pick me up and to the chalet to meet Sam since I don't know how to mahjong anyway. Went to Downtown East chalet to meet Sam to slack. I was super shag at that time that they thought I was drunk. Went to Wei Siang friend's chalet and meet up with Wei Leang, Jason and some others too. Whole bunch decided to go Changi Village for supper so I followed, sun bian see ahgua(gays).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some gays are really very chiooooo!! While some really cannot make it. One look and you can tell is a guy. After supper, we went few rounds around the roads and sent Jason, Wei Leang &amp;amp; Wei Siang back home while I meet Shaun &amp;amp; Xiao Han at 85 market. Headed home after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with so many people today! I'm so happy. Not enough time to meet Brian.&lt;br /&gt;Let's recap the places I went today and the people I met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;Place: SP (appeal) -&amp;gt; Changi General Hospital (visit Hao Song) -&amp;gt; Whitesand (Shopping for steamboat need) -&amp;gt; Xiao Han's House (Preparation) -&amp;gt; Elias Mall (2 x supermarket hopping) -&amp;gt; Whitesand (supermarket hopping) -&amp;gt; Downtown East Chalet (meet Sam &amp;amp; many others) -&amp;gt; Xiao Han's House (pick up my stuff) -&amp;gt; Changi Viallge (supper) -&amp;gt; Bedok (send leang, siang &amp;amp; jason back) -&amp;gt; HOME!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;People: Xiao Han, Shaun, Kai Boon, Cassandra, Jacob, Jason, Wei Leang, Wei Siang, Samm, Samuel &amp;amp; GF, Tai Jun &amp;amp; some other dudes that I don't really know.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woah woah~ Many places and many people I met today. Happy happy! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11408234-6473448379613024213?l=www.ddoves.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ddoves.com/feeds/6473448379613024213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ddoves.com/2010/10/too-many-to-meet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11408234/posts/default/6473448379613024213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11408234/posts/default/6473448379613024213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ddoves.com/2010/10/too-many-to-meet.html' title='Too many to meet!'/><author><name>qunhui dove</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106539392501263720484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-EwbCkNQxrYs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABdc/5AKovGMkT4g/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11408234.post-2333790709473926462</id><published>2010-10-05T02:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T03:05:47.723+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dove&apos;s'/><title type='text'>Wishlist.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;My wishlist currently has 3 items.&lt;br /&gt;1. iPhone4&lt;br /&gt;2. hair extension&lt;br /&gt;3. SP stop screwing with me.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. iPhone4, a phone which I can camwhore! A phone that I can skype, msn, facebook, surt net on the go. A phone which I can play lots of games :x&amp;nbsp;Didn't know I wanted it so much till my mum told me she withdraw a particular amount from my account for her own purpose. Heartache sia. Now I'm officially broke! Sad to the max. Hais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="252" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BHUnzWAt9OE/TKoRFfqDr9I/AAAAAAAAA5s/gKX7Ams3cAc/s400/iphone4.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Hair Extension, I wanted longer hair but my hair just doesn't want to grow so I decided to go for hair extension. But to think of it again, hair extension need extra care, and I'm so lazy. HOW? Should I? :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. SP stop screwing with me. Going down to school to appeal on Wed, stop messing with me please. I'm already tired of all this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired today, though I did nothing much.&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11408234-2333790709473926462?l=www.ddoves.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ddoves.com/feeds/2333790709473926462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ddoves.com/2010/10/wishlist.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11408234/posts/default/2333790709473926462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11408234/posts/default/2333790709473926462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ddoves.com/2010/10/wishlist.html' title='Wishlist.'/><author><name>qunhui dove</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106539392501263720484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-EwbCkNQxrYs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABdc/5AKovGMkT4g/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BHUnzWAt9OE/TKoRFfqDr9I/AAAAAAAAA5s/gKX7Ams3cAc/s72-c/iphone4.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11408234.post-3526517908784215918</id><published>2010-10-03T11:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T23:25:41.058+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tips'/><title type='text'>Brother's Birthday :)</title><content type='html'>hey guys out there. wanna learn some tips on dating? watch this by clicking &lt;a href="http://www.clicknetwork.tv/watch.aspx?c=1&amp;amp;p=8&amp;amp;v=400"&gt;HERE!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** for all guys out there except my dearest bf :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently jobless! and I gave up on looking for another job as there're quite some stuff inbetween this 2 weeks before the start of school so why not give myself a break and relax and home. Another words, I'm LAZY! xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother just turn 16 on 29Sept. Although he's only 16, but he's freaking tall and skinny, like a longbean. See the photo and get the height difference. All guys at home all tall, while girls at home are short :( I use to want to be as tall as my brothers, but think of it now. If I'm really that tall, I'll feel that all guys are so short and I'll get not much chances to wear heels! So guys, PLEASE GROW TALLER! :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me &amp;amp; birthday boy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BHUnzWAt9OE/TKie0GrcbaI/AAAAAAAAA5g/GnRk9elKRuQ/s640/IMG_1884.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Smallest didi, 2nd Bro, Mama&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BHUnzWAt9OE/TKifGDtUPUI/AAAAAAAAA5o/hYA04d8de6w/s640/IMG_1882.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I freaking miss working!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Stupid Andy, when are we gonna meet for event again?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BHUnzWAt9OE/TKie9RflYQI/AAAAAAAAA5k/eZytrcRsDOU/s640/IMG_1863.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11408234-3526517908784215918?l=www.ddoves.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ddoves.com/feeds/3526517908784215918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ddoves.com/2010/10/brothers-birthday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11408234/posts/default/3526517908784215918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11408234/posts/default/3526517908784215918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ddoves.com/2010/10/brothers-birthday.html' title='Brother&apos;s Birthday :)'/><author><name>qunhui dove</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106539392501263720484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-EwbCkNQxrYs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABdc/5AKovGMkT4g/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BHUnzWAt9OE/TKie0GrcbaI/AAAAAAAAA5g/GnRk9elKRuQ/s72-c/IMG_1884.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11408234.post-3498279984233173172</id><published>2010-09-28T23:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T23:11:10.457+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nuffnang'/><title type='text'>Charlie St.Cloud</title><content type='html'>Received  a mail from nuffnang and this is what it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BHUnzWAt9OE/TKIBVi0lToI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/MkivWw2hdX0/s1600/untitled.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Won myself a pair of tickets to the movie "Charlie St.Cloud" from nuffnang, but I couldnt make it. Firstly, I'm sick! I don't want to go out with a sick body. Secondly, it's my brother's birthday! Yong Han's 16th birthday. Will go to the market in the noon with my smallest bro to choose a cake and get food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's terrible to be sick. Everything I eat is&amp;nbsp;tasteless, I can't smell anything either. Hate falling sick. Guess I'm born with that workaholic life (lao lu ming). Have been working the whole month, and when I suddenly start to reduce a little work, I fall sick. Ya, working this whole month, but pay all into mum's cigg &amp;amp; beer -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doctor's medicine are not working! I'm not getting any better. When can I fully recover?! hais.&lt;br /&gt;生病好难受，好辛苦&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11408234-3498279984233173172?l=www.ddoves.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ddoves.com/feeds/3498279984233173172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ddoves.com/2010/09/charlie-stcloud.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11408234/posts/default/3498279984233173172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11408234/posts/default/3498279984233173172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ddoves.com/2010/09/charlie-stcloud.html' title='Charlie St.Cloud'/><author><name>qunhui dove</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106539392501263720484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-EwbCkNQxrYs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABdc/5AKovGMkT4g/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BHUnzWAt9OE/TKIBVi0lToI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/MkivWw2hdX0/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11408234.post-3528511870196490201</id><published>2010-09-28T02:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T02:18:09.097+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GPSS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Singapore'/><title type='text'>End of GPSS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BHUnzWAt9OE/TKDCKujDRII/AAAAAAAAA4k/E2Ip0l_Iyww/s1600/46490_1574901929811_1153455446_1612482_4005577_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sad to say, but it's the end of the Grand Prix Season Singapore 2010. Looking at the photo above reminds me of the opening of the sound park which we see the grid girls, handle the crowd/media, had so much this season. Now that the season has, I feel so .... indescribable. I'm going to miss all the ambassadors, supervisors and all the fun! How I hope the season doesn't end :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BHUnzWAt9OE/TKDCLJRE19I/AAAAAAAAA4o/Ibw57dRHCeg/s1600/60383_444119189100_515424100_5012731_1489445_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My last deployment was an enjoyable one. Sad at the end, having to bid goodbye to everyone and everything. Having a last shot at the end of my deployment with my name tag. Though I still have it with me now, it's only half of it. The other half was given back to our supervisors.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BHUnzWAt9OE/TKDCR53sVwI/AAAAAAAAA5M/pPJ33mHWuMI/s1600/62957_444534464100_515424100_5023723_1253964_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Look! I'm tearing tearing half of it to be given to my supervisor for their record on our deployment. Jon took this and said it was "the moment". The moment of sadness, end of all the fun. Maybe when taking this photo, I should show a few drop of tears, this way it seems more dramatic.HAHA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BHUnzWAt9OE/TKDCOqIhwuI/AAAAAAAAA48/3mLH5eiLvZE/s1600/62409_444534169100_515424100_5023718_7175739_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How does this look? Look like I'm wiping off my tears? Actually, I was wiping away the smudge part of my makeup. heehee :x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BHUnzWAt9OE/TKDCMu0ECfI/AAAAAAAAA4w/grfbGRu06M4/s1600/61190_444106444100_515424100_5012393_5378161_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My partner for my last deployment, Rui Ping. She's quite shy, not as thick skin as me. Faymond gave me this special task on the last deployment. He told me "dove, today you'll be the model. Go around take photo with people and Jon will be the photographer" and I replied "THAT'S THE BEST JOB FOR ME WITH THE BEST PHOTOGRAPHER!!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BHUnzWAt9OE/TKDCQKL1xzI/AAAAAAAAA5E/aXtN11p92fY/s1600/62726_444114814100_515424100_5012597_2292706_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My photographer. FYI, almost all the photos are taken by him. Thanks JON!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BHUnzWAt9OE/TKDCOYA_CuI/AAAAAAAAA44/XOHWCEIR2Yc/s1600/61695_444116019100_515424100_5012645_3871505_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Faymond, supervisor for my last deployment. Very nice to me, know I sick still SMS and concern.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BHUnzWAt9OE/TKDCNu-vb5I/AAAAAAAAA40/fly8KJRW-84/s1600/61613_444105709100_515424100_5012371_4816140_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ravin came down to visit us before going to watch the race with his sister. He didn't have any deployment on that day. He's also another nice dude :) and I notice my smile not very nice. Maybe I should stick with smiling without showing my teeth since I don't have nice teeth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BHUnzWAt9OE/TKDCQ3RhuHI/AAAAAAAAA5I/hgoaFZxjkUc/s1600/62843_444116479100_515424100_5012656_2231452_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is Allan. One of the visitors I chatted with. He was from Hong Kong and was  having holiday in Singapore. Me, Jon &amp;amp; Rui Ping chatted with him till we start to notice a crowd who wants to take photo with us and we quickly stop the conversation. Happy to receive Allan's email. Hope he did enjoy his stay in Singapore with his friends! and if I'm ever going Hong Kong, he volunteered to be my tour guide :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BHUnzWAt9OE/TKDY6wNRnpI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/e3cnHTn8V4o/s1600/59479_10150252671790293_853415292_14587363_5922203_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On of my favorite photo with my favorite people. Starting from left to right. Deepak (my fighting partner), Jon (my dearest photographer with superb skill), Tirzani (the friendly nice girl), me, Celestine (my kaki, someone who tacks with me to give out souvenir) &amp;amp; Sherlin (the sweet girl).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hate this feeling. I don't want to say goodbye to all of you. Now I'm looking forward to the gathering, so that I can see everyone again! IT'S SO SAD TO SAY THAT "THE SEASON HAS ENDED" it's just like saying, the fun has ended, it's time for boring life again :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Off to bed soon. I'm still sick. Seen the doctor, but I feel it's a waste of time and money. Hate doctors. Goodnight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11408234-3528511870196490201?l=www.ddoves.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ddoves.com/feeds/3528511870196490201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ddoves.com/2010/09/end-of-gpss.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11408234/posts/default/3528511870196490201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11408234/posts/default/3528511870196490201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ddoves.com/2010/09/end-of-gpss.html' title='End of GPSS'/><author><name>qunhui dove</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106539392501263720484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-EwbCkNQxrYs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABdc/5AKovGMkT4g/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BHUnzWAt9OE/TKDCKujDRII/AAAAAAAAA4k/E2Ip0l_Iyww/s72-c/46490_1574901929811_1153455446_1612482_4005577_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11408234.post-5749195308709357158</id><published>2010-09-25T03:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T18:56:42.518+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GPSS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Singapore'/><title type='text'>Start of F1</title><content type='html'>This are the 5 lucky girls who got deployed at the circuit park of entrance 3. Most slack deployment ever :x We work 5 mins and rest 15-20mins as our stock was running low and the crowd was overwhelming. Took lots of photos with many people today! Those ang moh love taking photo, but the hands please don't anyhow touch -.- Tomorrow I'll be at Merlion Park and I still don't know how to get there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BHUnzWAt9OE/TJzxhspavpI/AAAAAAAAA4c/ghqeNy9ljwY/s640/62226_1603026232901_1153455446_1675042_1175669_n.jpg" width="576" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was sick, using lots of makeup to cover up my sick face and somehow the photo shows that I'm fine. At first I thought I screwed my makeup up, and I was walking under the rain to the&amp;nbsp;bus stop, but everything seems fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you happen to be near any part of the circuit, although you can't see it, hear it! Listen to the vroom vroom getting to you and getting away from you, listen to the sound they backfire when they lower down their gear. It's nice! Although you don't get to see it, you can feel it! Just like me, was so into the mood while working just now. hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to bed after having another panadol and hopefully I'll wake up healthy!&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11408234-5749195308709357158?l=www.ddoves.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ddoves.com/feeds/5749195308709357158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ddoves.com/2010/09/start-of-f1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11408234/posts/default/5749195308709357158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11408234/posts/default/5749195308709357158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ddoves.com/2010/09/start-of-f1.html' title='Start of F1'/><author><name>qunhui dove</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106539392501263720484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-EwbCkNQxrYs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABdc/5AKovGMkT4g/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BHUnzWAt9OE/TJzxhspavpI/AAAAAAAAA4c/ghqeNy9ljwY/s72-c/62226_1603026232901_1153455446_1675042_1175669_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11408234.post-7066803444664512488</id><published>2010-09-23T23:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T03:42:21.559+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Happiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="337" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BHUnzWAt9OE/TJkOSIdFrDI/AAAAAAAAA4M/QYtGqrzqRN8/s400/tumblr_l2pogdBCSn1qzbm0io1_500.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;something I believe &amp;amp; something I wish for&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11408234-7066803444664512488?l=www.ddoves.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ddoves.com/feeds/7066803444664512488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ddoves.com/2010/09/happiness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11408234/posts/default/7066803444664512488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11408234/posts/default/7066803444664512488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ddoves.com/2010/09/happiness.html' title='Happiness'/><author><name>qunhui dove</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106539392501263720484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-EwbCkNQxrYs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABdc/5AKovGMkT4g/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BHUnzWAt9OE/TJkOSIdFrDI/AAAAAAAAA4M/QYtGqrzqRN8/s72-c/tumblr_l2pogdBCSn1qzbm0io1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11408234.post-1833493344404302267</id><published>2010-09-23T03:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T03:17:55.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>病了/ Sick</title><content type='html'>我生病了！生病真辛苦，真难受！ 好讨厌生病的感觉，要睡也不是，要吃也不是，不知该怎么好。发烧，感冒全都来找我了 :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;喉咙里不懂是什么感觉我不懂得形容。有点痛，有点痒，有点干。连喝口水感觉都怪怪的。早上. 当我睡醒时，发现喉咙有点干，有点痒。第一件想到的事就是吃枇杷膏。哪知道当我在和Brian 聊天时，他告诉我枇杷膏会让我的体温上升。这是我想“完了，这样我到底何时才会恢复健康呢？我还想回去工作的！“ 希望那两汤匙的枇杷膏不会对我有太大的伤害，我不想病下去。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;虽然病了，但却吃的比平常多。今天的三餐都有吃！还吃的挺多的，哈哈。虽然是有点没胃口，但还是得吃，不如怎么会好。在吞东西的时候喉咙也会很辛苦，有点痛 。水喝得很多，就快边大象/水牛了！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;好啦，有点累了，但还是睡不着。 我先去休息吧。晚安 ：）&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;* The translation might not be 100% accurate, sorry.*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick! It feels terrible to be sick. I hate this feeling. Cant sleep,  can't eat, don't know what I should be doing. Yes flu, cough, fever all  came looking for me :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My throat feels weird, and I don't know how to describe the feeling. A  little painful, a little itcy, a little dry. Even when I drink water, my  throat feels weird. First thing when I woke up in the morning, I notice  my throat a little dry and itchy. The first thing I thought of was to  have some PiPaMi as it helps to smoothen the throat. But when chatting  with Brian, he told me that PiPaMi will make my tempreature increase as  it contains lots of chinese medicine. I thought to myself "die liao,  when am I ever going to recover? I still want to go back to work!"  Hopefully than two spoons of PiPaMi won't do much damage to me as I  don't want continue being sick. Doesn't feel good -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I'm sick, but I ate more than I usually do. Had all my 3  meals today and was quite alot, hahas. Although didnt have much  appetite, but if I don't eat, I won't recover. It was hard for me to  swallow anything, even water, my throat would feel a slight pain. Drank  lots of water today, but it doesn't help make me feel better, instead I  feel that I'm drinking as much as an elephant/buffalo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Alright, I'm a little tired already, but still I'm unable to fall asleep. I'll get some rest instead. Goodnight :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11408234-1833493344404302267?l=www.ddoves.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ddoves.com/feeds/1833493344404302267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ddoves.com/2010/09/sick.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11408234/posts/default/1833493344404302267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11408234/posts/default/1833493344404302267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ddoves.com/2010/09/sick.html' title='病了/ Sick'/><author><name>qunhui dove</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106539392501263720484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-EwbCkNQxrYs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABdc/5AKovGMkT4g/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11408234.post-4941173700312852554</id><published>2010-09-22T05:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T05:14:51.649+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Though Times'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dove&apos;s'/><title type='text'>Hard being nice</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BHUnzWAt9OE/TJkUQxzuZGI/AAAAAAAAA4U/YFPaLdxZwBw/s640/finger-on-lips-thumb595612.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sometime, it's just so hard being a nice person. When you're too nice, people climb over your head. When you're too strict, everyone might ignore you. When you're too friendly with them, they might stay by you with many work undone. So what's the best way in being someone who doesn't get ignored &amp;amp; being let climb over the head? How to make things work out easily, shutting people from all those nonsense/rubbish that they're saying?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People always tell me I'm too soft hearted, and I admit I am. When I see someone crying, no matter if it's a little kid or a big strong guy, I wish I could help and that their problems would be solved and never cry again. When someone ask me for a favor, I seldom reject, unless I really can't do anything to help. Being soft hearted is my biggest weak point. It attacks my inner self and I can't help but to feel sorry and tell myself "die die must help".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being soft hearted means you'll get bullied. People will get the chance to bully you, do what ever they want to me as I also have a high tolerance level. I can tolerate my boyfriend cheating outside, but he better make sure he does come back home without forgetting me. I can tolerate being called a third party although I know very well I'm not. I can "tank" slap for a friend although she has betrayed me before. I can talk to someone who hurt me so badly, betrayed me, like nothing has ever happened. Yes, I can tolerate, but that doesn't mean I'll forget what has happened. It's just that I don't want things to turn ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stay low profile to stay out of trouble, reduce rumors/gossips, but somehow things don't change. It remains the same. Tongue still swaggers. When I stay low profile, people might thought that I don't know what they're doing. But infact, I see everything clearer, knowing what your every step would get you. Some people are just so cunning to use such method to go against someone, spoiling one's reputation. Me being too nice has my reputation smeared from words like third party, bitch, slut and many more unpleasant words. If I were to clarify all this, it's going to take tons of time, so I rather not waste the time and get back on track of life. I don't do anything doesn't mean I agree with what you're doing, doesn't mean I don't know how to fight back, doesn't mean I feel that I'm in the wrong. It's just that I don't want to create trouble for anyone, nor spoil any relationship be it friendship or anything near to it. Staying low profile doesn't mean I don't know anything and I don't know your existence. Just don't let me catch the chance of bringing you to the deepest part of your own well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to relationship, I'm also soft hearted. Firstly, it's so hard to reject guys! I don't want to hurt them and neither do I want to be disturbed. Secondly, by letting this guys stay around me, I feel irritated that my mood would be easily be affected especially if there's emo guys. Please stay away from me, I won't know how to handle you and neither do I want to handle you. So troublesome -.- Staying low profile keeps me away from all the suitors. No more campers under my block. No more sms pushing me for a reply. No more dates to go for, too tiring to smile although I don't like you. I can be very nice, but that doesn't mean I'm interested in you! I just wish that we can still remain friends. No matter how irritating I feel you are, I will not tell you as I don't want to hurt you. No matter how noisy you are, I would take it as you're singing but please stop irritating me. So guys, if you find me telling you that I'm not free, kindly leave me alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silence doesn't mean ignorance. There are many things that I don't say, but I hope people would see the picture and think about it themselves. Some might even have to try putting themselves in my shoe to know how I would actually feel. No matter how much there is to suffer, I'll swallow it as long as it does spoil friend/relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With my ex, even though I might not like some of the stuff that they're doing, I would just drop hints, hoping that they'll understand. I would NEVER ask for a breakup unless you have exceed my tolerance level and that I feel that I would go mad if i continue dealing with this particular problem that is growing. They're lucky! I will not really complain. If there's something they would like to do, I'll not stop them unless it's illegal. I don't control, but ended up being control. Sometime, when I think of the past, I find myself so dumb &amp;gt;.&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soft hearted not just brings problems, it makes you get bullied too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;就算我不出声，那不代表我不知道你的存在，不知道你在搞什么。我只是不想闹事，不想事情变得很难看，因为结果可能连朋友都没得做，又何必呢？&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11408234-4941173700312852554?l=www.ddoves.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ddoves.com/feeds/4941173700312852554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ddoves.com/2010/09/hard-being-nice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11408234/posts/default/4941173700312852554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11408234/posts/default/4941173700312852554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ddoves.com/2010/09/hard-being-nice.html' title='Hard being nice'/><author><name>qunhui dove</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106539392501263720484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-EwbCkNQxrYs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABdc/5AKovGMkT4g/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BHUnzWAt9OE/TJkUQxzuZGI/AAAAAAAAA4U/YFPaLdxZwBw/s72-c/finger-on-lips-thumb595612.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11408234.post-5984493304529714535</id><published>2010-09-19T05:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T05:31:29.173+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adv'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Performance'/><title type='text'>Performance Fun!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BHUnzWAt9OE/TJUnoV_NfJI/AAAAAAAAA3M/P1nN1SugTcA/s400/IMG_1762.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Don't I look HOT?!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BHUnzWAt9OE/TJUnX4IZNQI/AAAAAAAAA3E/TjgNyf2E8_w/s400/IMG_1748.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I went for my short performance like this, aren't I hot? :x I now I'm abit thickskin but just let me be for once ok, I'm seldom like that! No more nice figure, guess I've been eating too much nowadays. NEED TO CUT DOWN!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;XiaoHan's dad drove us to the performance location. On the way there, I was complaining about this irritating guy who keep smsing me, asking me out. When I say I've got work early in the morning, he even told me to sleep over at his place as it's near to my workplace. HOW COME GOT SO THICKSKIN GUY AR?! I don't even know you and yet you're offering me a place to stay? So nice ar? Or a wolf under a sheep's skin? But no matter what, I won't meet him. He makes me feel that he wants to eat me up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway, back to performance topic. The emcee for the event was super CANON! He seriously talk without facts and just bomb anything he can think of and make everyone sound like superstar. While waiting for the Guest of Honour to finish her speech, I couldn't help but camwhore backstage with my other partners. TOO BORED!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BHUnzWAt9OE/TJUnukDI37I/AAAAAAAAA3U/C1yWbtp6pJE/s400/IMG_1771.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This picture shows my hand supporting on my 琵琶. It's half my life, who break it, I'll chop that person! It's my 宝!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BHUnzWAt9OE/TJUoDpBCfPI/AAAAAAAAA3c/31w16Ptqb20/s400/IMG_1774.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The 4 wonderful performer. 3 + 1 (3 girls + 1 guy)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BHUnzWAt9OE/TJUoKguIWLI/AAAAAAAAA3k/zw9Io5DQWi0/s640/IMG_1780.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pair shot with each of my sisters. We knew each other since secondary school, and we're still sisters till now! I love them so much! x3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;With Cassie&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BHUnzWAt9OE/TJUoSWvqV4I/AAAAAAAAA3s/AGJ4KNPc6H4/s400/IMG_1783.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;With XiaoHan&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BHUnzWAt9OE/TJUoZBcJAXI/AAAAAAAAA30/sMWgmNCp5U4/s400/IMG_1784.jpg" width="300" /&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;i&gt;Pair shot with kaiboon&lt;/i&gt;, half my gig boss. Always finding me performer slot, if not I got nothing to feed myself on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BHUnzWAt9OE/TJUohflccbI/AAAAAAAAA38/PA3nMWEk430/s400/IMG_1787.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And also a combine shot of the 三大美女! :p&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BHUnzWAt9OE/TJUoopl5R2I/AAAAAAAAA4E/0vTn0mV6QOw/s400/IMG_1794.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Click &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=87374&amp;amp;id=1153455446&amp;amp;l=ad8bf6cbdd"&gt;HERE &lt;/a&gt;to see more picture from my facebook, not much difference actually.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For those who are interested to find performers like us, you can email me at: &lt;a href="mailto:qunhui@live.com"&gt;qunhui@live.com&lt;/a&gt; and we can discuss about it. No worries, we're experience performers! We've been performing for many events such as wedding, grand opening and many more. If interested, email me! Everything is of reasonable rate and most of us are still student :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Alright, I'm off to clearing some stuff before I head to bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've got such a cute boyfriend that rants in such a cute manner, makes me love u more :x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Goodnight! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11408234-5984493304529714535?l=www.ddoves.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ddoves.com/feeds/5984493304529714535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ddoves.com/2010/09/performance-fun.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11408234/posts/default/5984493304529714535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11408234/posts/default/5984493304529714535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ddoves.com/2010/09/performance-fun.html' title='Performance Fun!'/><author><name>qunhui dove</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106539392501263720484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-EwbCkNQxrYs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABdc/5AKovGMkT4g/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BHUnzWAt9OE/TJUnoV_NfJI/AAAAAAAAA3M/P1nN1SugTcA/s72-c/IMG_1762.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11408234.post-361826430771319210</id><published>2010-09-18T13:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-18T13:54:23.106+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nuffnang'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adv'/><title type='text'>Charlie St. Cloud</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="736" src="http://www.nuffnang.com.sg/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/Charlie-St.-Cloud-Key-Art1.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Anyone heard of this movie, Charline St. Cloud? Doesn't the poster above look good/sweet and makes you want to catch the movie? "Live Love. Let Go" I like this phrase they used. Sometime you live for love, but when time is up, fate has ended you just have to let it go. No point holding on to something which has already reached "the end" If it's already the end, there's nowhere to continue it either so let it go. Live life freely, stressfree :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this movie, Zac Efron would be as Charlie St. Cloud. Facing troubles regarding relationship with the girl and his brother. so &lt;b style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;"Who would you like Charlie St. Cloud (Zac Efron) to choose – his brother or the girl he likes? And why?"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course choose the brother! The brother has been training with him, having lots of fun with him, spending lots of time with him. They've gone to competitions together before, being there for each other at crucial time such as competition. After going through so much together, how is it possible to choose the girl you like over your brother? You can lose the girl you like and find another one, but you can't lose your brother and find another one. Kinship is one of the irreplaceable relationship. When you made a promise to your brother, even if he's dead, he lives in you. Both of you are sharing the same blood, and the promise should still be kept. No matter what, I'm voting for Charlie (Zac Efron) to choose his brother!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A trailer for you guys to enjoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="550"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7Z6xaM8UX8U?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7Z6xaM8UX8U?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="550" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awww~ Isn't the movie just full of emotions? Tragedy, romance, sadness, sweetness and many more. Won't you want to catch the movie and know if Charlie choose his brother or the girl he like? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, Zac Efron looks so different from before, when he was in High School Musical. He look so much better now, such mesmerizing eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to know more about the movie, you can click &lt;a href="http://www.charliestcloud.com/"&gt;HERE! &lt;/a&gt;or just catch the movie in cinemas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Catch Zac Efron in his new romantic movie Charlie St. Cloud, opening in cinemas September 30!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;*&lt;/b&gt;Don’t miss this chance to let Zac Efron melt your heart!* :p&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11408234-361826430771319210?l=www.ddoves.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://ddoves.com/charliestcloud' title='Charlie St. Cloud'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ddoves.com/feeds/361826430771319210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ddoves.com/2010/09/anyone-heard-of-this-movie-charline-st.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11408234/posts/default/361826430771319210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11408234/posts/default/361826430771319210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ddoves.com/2010/09/anyone-heard-of-this-movie-charline-st.html' title='Charlie St. Cloud'/><author><name>qunhui dove</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106539392501263720484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-EwbCkNQxrYs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABdc/5AKovGMkT4g/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11408234.post-4650236199707661666</id><published>2010-09-17T14:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T14:48:00.839+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>爱</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="mbl notesBlogText clearfix"&gt;&lt;div&gt;我想，谈过恋爱的人一定都会有这样的感受，&lt;span style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;看到自己的爱人和异性接触频繁、聊的投机或者背着自己和别人有着私下交往的时候，心里都会有酸酸的感觉，于是开始莫名的猜测。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;爱 你，所以才吃醋。如果没有爱，那么无论你做什么我也无所谓了&lt;/span&gt;。我也知道，聪明的人这时候应该表现得落落大方、不显露出半点妒意，可是，话是这样讲，能不  能做到又是另一码事了。&lt;span style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;有谁能够在爱情的天平上保持平稳的心态呢&lt;/span&gt;？爱情的关键是两人之间要有起码的信任，真心爱才会真吃醋。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有 感情但从不吃醋，恐怕是双方谁都不在意谁。如果一辈子一起生活整天相敬如宾，没有波浪、没有起伏、没有感情上的沟沟坎坎磕磕碰碰，死水一潭，生活还有什  么乐趣？从这个意义上讲，&lt;span style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;吃醋会不会也是一种爱、一种提醒、一种监督、一种约束？&lt;/span&gt;话说回来，&lt;span style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;有哪个女人不吃醋？！&lt;/span&gt;因此，男人们，请你们好好的珍惜那位在你  身边总是为了小事吃醋生气的那个人吧！因为，能够被一个人这样深深的爱着，是一种幸福。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;相爱的男女朋友对对方的一举一动，总是会胡思乱想的，很正常。情人的眼里是容不下任何小沙子的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;真正爱你的人，是无法在你和其他异性聊天打电话谈笑风声时，没有任何感觉的。假如她不会吃醋，那么请你不要高兴，因为她可能不是真的爱你，不是很在乎你。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;为 什么男人要和其他女人频繁联系？真的只是单纯的好朋友吗？别欺骗自己了，那么多女人，为什么就只是她？因为，你们一定是彼此喜欢，就算没有，也有一点  点，或是一点点点……   对吧？或许，你对她真的没有爱情，但站在你的另一半的角度去想，换做是你,你会不会真的一点不在乎呢？毕竟，你会和你现在的女朋友在一起，当初，也是从聊得  来的普通朋友开始的吧！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;真的，男人们，好好的去珍惜现在你身边那位会管你，会吃你醋的人吧！不要觉得她不讲道理，因为如果要讲理，那就做普通朋友就好了，普通朋友就不会管你，而且，还会永远说你好话。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;相爱的情人，任何的吵闹、嫉妒、猜忌、孩子气等行为，都是合理正常的。&lt;span style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;再完美的女人，一旦爱了，也一样像个孩子，偶尔自私，偶尔奢望、、、换个角度想想，你是幸福的。&lt;/span&gt;如果，有个女人这样深爱着你，千万别不懂珍惜。﻿&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quoted from: &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/note.php?note_id=153852617960288&amp;amp;id=100000420800944&amp;amp;ref=mf"&gt;郑静静&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A meaning short passage I feel. Those part that I've highlighted are parts that I feel are meaning/things that a lady in love just can't say. Enjoy reading :)&amp;nbsp; &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/11408234-4650236199707661666?l=www.ddoves.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ddoves.com/feeds/4650236199707661666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ddoves.com/2010/09/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11408234/posts/default/4650236199707661666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11408234/posts/default/4650236199707661666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ddoves.com/2010/09/blog-post.html' title='爱'/><author><name>qunhui dove</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106539392501263720484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-EwbCkNQxrYs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABdc/5AKovGMkT4g/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
