<?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-28080076</id><updated>2011-07-08T05:34:35.862+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's Little Pleasure</title><subtitle type='html'>No matter rainy, sunny, or thunder... I blog today to remember tomorrow :) I blog to have a concrete memory of today tomorrow. *BuBBleS BuBBleS* Give me whole lots of BuBBleS... I do crap to an extent.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patlovereg.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28080076/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patlovereg.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28080076/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Regina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17157939322363975666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7423/2968/320/Valentine%27s%20Day010.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>491</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28080076.post-753244112451687353</id><published>2009-08-03T16:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T17:03:27.708+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i am, afterall, a country girl :)</title><content type='html'>Been living in Melbourne for almost 2 years now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still, Tassie suits me more :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took 2 days off from work (+1 off day) and visited sissy in Launnie, and my, that was my best vacation ever!! I dont know how, but somehow, i manage to forget everything in Melbourne. Everything about work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i get back 3 days later, i forgot which tram to take to get home. It seems like i've lost my memories, hehehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i get to work the 2nd day, i looked at my supervisor o.O and goodness me, i asked him "who are u"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i've re-collected my memories.. Everything is back to normal...... but i wish i can have more of these holidays ! I miss my sissy sooooooo much :'(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Disclaimer: All this is done just because you love me. You said that you loved me in the past, you love me now, and you'd still be loving me in the future. You said that you have a heart that beats for me. I smiled. I was touched. You hold my hand gently and put it on your chest to feel your heartbeat. I was stunned. Never had anyone done this to me before. Tears started rolling down my cheeks. And for a moment there, i knew i've found someone who's so right, someone who will always be there for me. Everthing that you do, you do it for me. You do it because you love me. Including this blog. It's a show-off of some "kiasu-ness". But you do this cos you love me. Final words, cos you love me. Yes, and i love you too.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28080076-753244112451687353?l=patlovereg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patlovereg.blogspot.com/feeds/753244112451687353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28080076&amp;postID=753244112451687353&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28080076/posts/default/753244112451687353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28080076/posts/default/753244112451687353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patlovereg.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-am-afterall-country-girl.html' title='i am, afterall, a country girl :)'/><author><name>Regina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17157939322363975666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7423/2968/320/Valentine%27s%20Day010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28080076.post-2919629362092939274</id><published>2009-07-27T17:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T17:25:28.192+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye darling</title><content type='html'>:'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RIP...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:'( :'( :'(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Disclaimer: All this is done just because you love me. You said that you loved me in the past, you love me now, and you'd still be loving me in the future. You said that you have a heart that beats for me. I smiled. I was touched. You hold my hand gently and put it on your chest to feel your heartbeat. I was stunned. Never had anyone done this to me before. Tears started rolling down my cheeks. And for a moment there, i knew i've found someone who's so right, someone who will always be there for me. Everthing that you do, you do it for me. You do it because you love me. Including this blog. It's a show-off of some "kiasu-ness". But you do this cos you love me. Final words, cos you love me. Yes, and i love you too.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28080076-2919629362092939274?l=patlovereg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patlovereg.blogspot.com/feeds/2919629362092939274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28080076&amp;postID=2919629362092939274&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28080076/posts/default/2919629362092939274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28080076/posts/default/2919629362092939274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patlovereg.blogspot.com/2009/07/goodbye-darling.html' title='Goodbye darling'/><author><name>Regina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17157939322363975666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7423/2968/320/Valentine%27s%20Day010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28080076.post-4695276647264410194</id><published>2009-07-21T17:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T17:12:02.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love End of Financial Year</title><content type='html'>:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm A$1400 richer today :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me you love End of Financial Year too &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Disclaimer: All this is done just because you love me. You said that you loved me in the past, you love me now, and you'd still be loving me in the future. You said that you have a heart that beats for me. I smiled. I was touched. You hold my hand gently and put it on your chest to feel your heartbeat. I was stunned. Never had anyone done this to me before. Tears started rolling down my cheeks. And for a moment there, i knew i've found someone who's so right, someone who will always be there for me. Everthing that you do, you do it for me. You do it because you love me. Including this blog. It's a show-off of some "kiasu-ness". But you do this cos you love me. Final words, cos you love me. Yes, and i love you too.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28080076-4695276647264410194?l=patlovereg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patlovereg.blogspot.com/feeds/4695276647264410194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28080076&amp;postID=4695276647264410194&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28080076/posts/default/4695276647264410194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28080076/posts/default/4695276647264410194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patlovereg.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-love-end-of-financial-year.html' title='I love End of Financial Year'/><author><name>Regina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17157939322363975666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7423/2968/320/Valentine%27s%20Day010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28080076.post-788076806294104913</id><published>2009-07-12T20:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T20:23:18.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what im up to recently</title><content type='html'>nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to work as usual, getting home late everyday (cos i work hard :P), being a bummer during my day off.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and sleeping as early as 9.30pm every night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so im up to nothing recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehehe....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Disclaimer: All this is done just because you love me. You said that you loved me in the past, you love me now, and you'd still be loving me in the future. You said that you have a heart that beats for me. I smiled. I was touched. You hold my hand gently and put it on your chest to feel your heartbeat. I was stunned. Never had anyone done this to me before. Tears started rolling down my cheeks. And for a moment there, i knew i've found someone who's so right, someone who will always be there for me. Everthing that you do, you do it for me. You do it because you love me. Including this blog. It's a show-off of some "kiasu-ness". But you do this cos you love me. Final words, cos you love me. Yes, and i love you too.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28080076-788076806294104913?l=patlovereg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patlovereg.blogspot.com/feeds/788076806294104913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28080076&amp;postID=788076806294104913&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28080076/posts/default/788076806294104913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28080076/posts/default/788076806294104913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patlovereg.blogspot.com/2009/07/what-im-up-to-recently.html' title='what im up to recently'/><author><name>Regina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17157939322363975666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7423/2968/320/Valentine%27s%20Day010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28080076.post-3434187618313452474</id><published>2009-06-30T20:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T20:56:49.767+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MIA for too long</title><content type='html'>People who say they loves you,&lt;br /&gt;They never do.&lt;br /&gt;People who loves you,&lt;br /&gt;They never say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Action speaks louder than word.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Disclaimer: All this is done just because you love me. You said that you loved me in the past, you love me now, and you'd still be loving me in the future. You said that you have a heart that beats for me. I smiled. I was touched. You hold my hand gently and put it on your chest to feel your heartbeat. I was stunned. Never had anyone done this to me before. Tears started rolling down my cheeks. And for a moment there, i knew i've found someone who's so right, someone who will always be there for me. Everthing that you do, you do it for me. You do it because you love me. Including this blog. It's a show-off of some "kiasu-ness". But you do this cos you love me. Final words, cos you love me. Yes, and i love you too.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28080076-3434187618313452474?l=patlovereg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patlovereg.blogspot.com/feeds/3434187618313452474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28080076&amp;postID=3434187618313452474&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28080076/posts/default/3434187618313452474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28080076/posts/default/3434187618313452474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patlovereg.blogspot.com/2009/06/mia-for-too-long.html' title='MIA for too long'/><author><name>Regina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17157939322363975666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7423/2968/320/Valentine%27s%20Day010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28080076.post-3306396953692600963</id><published>2009-05-10T16:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T16:54:12.542+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today belongs to my mum.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;MY mum :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy Mother's Day, mum! I love you more than words can say! &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thanks for all those u've given me... you deserve a good pampering today :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334115647114670786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XMml8ysn2SE/SgaV63EfcsI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/eZq9Ocu36G4/s200/Image020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My workaholic mum mum :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise to be by your side the next mother's day! and the ones after! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Mother's Day!!!!! You're the greatest! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: JiaLi, Happy mother's day too! tsk tsk!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Disclaimer: All this is done just because you love me. You said that you loved me in the past, you love me now, and you'd still be loving me in the future. You said that you have a heart that beats for me. I smiled. I was touched. You hold my hand gently and put it on your chest to feel your heartbeat. I was stunned. Never had anyone done this to me before. Tears started rolling down my cheeks. And for a moment there, i knew i've found someone who's so right, someone who will always be there for me. Everthing that you do, you do it for me. You do it because you love me. Including this blog. It's a show-off of some "kiasu-ness". But you do this cos you love me. Final words, cos you love me. Yes, and i love you too.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28080076-3306396953692600963?l=patlovereg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patlovereg.blogspot.com/feeds/3306396953692600963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28080076&amp;postID=3306396953692600963&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28080076/posts/default/3306396953692600963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28080076/posts/default/3306396953692600963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patlovereg.blogspot.com/2009/05/today-belongs-to-my-mum.html' title='Today belongs to my mum.'/><author><name>Regina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17157939322363975666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7423/2968/320/Valentine%27s%20Day010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XMml8ysn2SE/SgaV63EfcsI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/eZq9Ocu36G4/s72-c/Image020.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28080076.post-3261266250581888236</id><published>2009-05-08T20:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T20:18:40.474+08:00</updated><title type='text'>5th Anniversary.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5 years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Time really flies when you're having fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Seriously, i can't believe we've come &lt;em&gt;this&lt;/em&gt; far.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333425742679467330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XMml8ysn2SE/SgQidIxVZUI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/HnGK-Dpaw2s/s320/P1010399.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We met in Friendster, 5 years ago. Not this friendster lah.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;What's next?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy 5th Anniversary, BaYBee BoY! &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Disclaimer: All this is done just because you love me. You said that you loved me in the past, you love me now, and you'd still be loving me in the future. You said that you have a heart that beats for me. I smiled. I was touched. You hold my hand gently and put it on your chest to feel your heartbeat. I was stunned. Never had anyone done this to me before. Tears started rolling down my cheeks. And for a moment there, i knew i've found someone who's so right, someone who will always be there for me. Everthing that you do, you do it for me. You do it because you love me. Including this blog. It's a show-off of some "kiasu-ness". But you do this cos you love me. Final words, cos you love me. Yes, and i love you too.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28080076-3261266250581888236?l=patlovereg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patlovereg.blogspot.com/feeds/3261266250581888236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28080076&amp;postID=3261266250581888236&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28080076/posts/default/3261266250581888236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28080076/posts/default/3261266250581888236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patlovereg.blogspot.com/2009/05/5th-anniversary.html' title='5th Anniversary.'/><author><name>Regina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17157939322363975666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7423/2968/320/Valentine%27s%20Day010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XMml8ysn2SE/SgQidIxVZUI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/HnGK-Dpaw2s/s72-c/P1010399.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28080076.post-2550915543850121946</id><published>2009-04-17T20:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T20:15:46.188+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, lover boy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XMml8ysn2SE/SehytdOfOFI/AAAAAAAAA9I/wLaM6aweFZU/s1600-h/P1010398.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325632684630685778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XMml8ysn2SE/SehytdOfOFI/AAAAAAAAA9I/wLaM6aweFZU/s320/P1010398.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; -________-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hope you have a dream come true birthday :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Disclaimer: All this is done just because you love me. You said that you loved me in the past, you love me now, and you'd still be loving me in the future. You said that you have a heart that beats for me. I smiled. I was touched. You hold my hand gently and put it on your chest to feel your heartbeat. I was stunned. Never had anyone done this to me before. Tears started rolling down my cheeks. And for a moment there, i knew i've found someone who's so right, someone who will always be there for me. Everthing that you do, you do it for me. You do it because you love me. Including this blog. It's a show-off of some "kiasu-ness". But you do this cos you love me. Final words, cos you love me. Yes, and i love you too.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28080076-2550915543850121946?l=patlovereg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patlovereg.blogspot.com/feeds/2550915543850121946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28080076&amp;postID=2550915543850121946&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28080076/posts/default/2550915543850121946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28080076/posts/default/2550915543850121946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patlovereg.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-birthday-lover-boy.html' title='Happy Birthday, lover boy!'/><author><name>Regina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17157939322363975666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7423/2968/320/Valentine%27s%20Day010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XMml8ysn2SE/SehytdOfOFI/AAAAAAAAA9I/wLaM6aweFZU/s72-c/P1010398.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28080076.post-1044448902432654476</id><published>2009-04-15T20:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T20:08:41.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>not a good time to blog</title><content type='html'>LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously...... i did not have a good start to 2009.. LoL, everything seems to go the opposite directions.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway... i have plenty to blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just dont have the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and most importantly...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont have internet access.......... for 2.5 months already...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been living in the stoneage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There..... this is an update already..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YUNA, i still come in here ok??!! LoL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Disclaimer: All this is done just because you love me. You said that you loved me in the past, you love me now, and you'd still be loving me in the future. You said that you have a heart that beats for me. I smiled. I was touched. You hold my hand gently and put it on your chest to feel your heartbeat. I was stunned. Never had anyone done this to me before. Tears started rolling down my cheeks. And for a moment there, i knew i've found someone who's so right, someone who will always be there for me. Everthing that you do, you do it for me. You do it because you love me. Including this blog. It's a show-off of some "kiasu-ness". But you do this cos you love me. Final words, cos you love me. Yes, and i love you too.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28080076-1044448902432654476?l=patlovereg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patlovereg.blogspot.com/feeds/1044448902432654476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28080076&amp;postID=1044448902432654476&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28080076/posts/default/1044448902432654476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28080076/posts/default/1044448902432654476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patlovereg.blogspot.com/2009/04/not-good-time-to-blog.html' title='not a good time to blog'/><author><name>Regina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17157939322363975666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7423/2968/320/Valentine%27s%20Day010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28080076.post-9098715838784481197</id><published>2009-01-20T08:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T08:27:22.561+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I AM going to spend my next lot of money on.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;THIS!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293165779824885922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XMml8ysn2SE/SXUaO3u3QKI/AAAAAAAAA8o/ow3iXx3X3Y8/s320/n717155682_1753449_5201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;muahahahaha.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A japanese spitz.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cute, kan?????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not like i like pets anyway :P esp cats and dogs, hahaha....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i need to overcome my fear first, but she is too irresistably cute :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;$1100 :'(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Disclaimer: All this is done just because you love me. You said that you loved me in the past, you love me now, and you'd still be loving me in the future. You said that you have a heart that beats for me. I smiled. I was touched. You hold my hand gently and put it on your chest to feel your heartbeat. I was stunned. Never had anyone done this to me before. Tears started rolling down my cheeks. And for a moment there, i knew i've found someone who's so right, someone who will always be there for me. Everthing that you do, you do it for me. You do it because you love me. Including this blog. It's a show-off of some "kiasu-ness". But you do this cos you love me. Final words, cos you love me. Yes, and i love you too.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28080076-9098715838784481197?l=patlovereg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patlovereg.blogspot.com/feeds/9098715838784481197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28080076&amp;postID=9098715838784481197&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28080076/posts/default/9098715838784481197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28080076/posts/default/9098715838784481197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patlovereg.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-am-going-to-spend-my-next-lot-of.html' title='I AM going to spend my next lot of money on.....'/><author><name>Regina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17157939322363975666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7423/2968/320/Valentine%27s%20Day010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XMml8ysn2SE/SXUaO3u3QKI/AAAAAAAAA8o/ow3iXx3X3Y8/s72-c/n717155682_1753449_5201.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28080076.post-8841412786370972244</id><published>2009-01-19T15:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T15:54:54.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One more week til cny</title><content type='html'>i can't believe it is only one week to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not so excited about it, i am not so looking forward to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will be my 2nd time spending cny away from home, in my 23 years of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time, spent studying for my summer class exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second time, will be working my ass off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No new clothes. No nice food. No angpows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That, will be my chinese new year 2009!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Disclaimer: All this is done just because you love me. You said that you loved me in the past, you love me now, and you'd still be loving me in the future. You said that you have a heart that beats for me. I smiled. I was touched. You hold my hand gently and put it on your chest to feel your heartbeat. I was stunned. Never had anyone done this to me before. Tears started rolling down my cheeks. And for a moment there, i knew i've found someone who's so right, someone who will always be there for me. Everthing that you do, you do it for me. You do it because you love me. Including this blog. It's a show-off of some "kiasu-ness". But you do this cos you love me. Final words, cos you love me. Yes, and i love you too.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28080076-8841412786370972244?l=patlovereg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patlovereg.blogspot.com/feeds/8841412786370972244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28080076&amp;postID=8841412786370972244&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28080076/posts/default/8841412786370972244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28080076/posts/default/8841412786370972244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patlovereg.blogspot.com/2009/01/one-more-week-til-cny.html' title='One more week til cny'/><author><name>Regina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17157939322363975666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7423/2968/320/Valentine%27s%20Day010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28080076.post-8045594713866696421</id><published>2009-01-13T18:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T18:04:11.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>im hoping the temperature would go down</title><content type='html'>even if just for a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is just TOO hot for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't stand it. I'm feeling dizzy for the whole of today because i was out there for a while. A short 15mins!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's forecasted to be even hotter tmrw. How can i go to work with temperature like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: I'm still feeling SO sick. ugh!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Disclaimer: All this is done just because you love me. You said that you loved me in the past, you love me now, and you'd still be loving me in the future. You said that you have a heart that beats for me. I smiled. I was touched. You hold my hand gently and put it on your chest to feel your heartbeat. I was stunned. Never had anyone done this to me before. Tears started rolling down my cheeks. And for a moment there, i knew i've found someone who's so right, someone who will always be there for me. Everthing that you do, you do it for me. You do it because you love me. Including this blog. It's a show-off of some "kiasu-ness". But you do this cos you love me. Final words, cos you love me. Yes, and i love you too.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28080076-8045594713866696421?l=patlovereg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patlovereg.blogspot.com/feeds/8045594713866696421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28080076&amp;postID=8045594713866696421&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28080076/posts/default/8045594713866696421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28080076/posts/default/8045594713866696421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patlovereg.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-hoping-temperature-would-go-down.html' title='im hoping the temperature would go down'/><author><name>Regina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17157939322363975666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7423/2968/320/Valentine%27s%20Day010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28080076.post-4975558336457965685</id><published>2009-01-12T19:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T19:22:40.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts of the day</title><content type='html'>"You should learn to be honest if you want something good to come out of things like this."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Disclaimer: All this is done just because you love me. You said that you loved me in the past, you love me now, and you'd still be loving me in the future. You said that you have a heart that beats for me. I smiled. I was touched. You hold my hand gently and put it on your chest to feel your heartbeat. I was stunned. Never had anyone done this to me before. Tears started rolling down my cheeks. And for a moment there, i knew i've found someone who's so right, someone who will always be there for me. Everthing that you do, you do it for me. You do it because you love me. Including this blog. It's a show-off of some "kiasu-ness". But you do this cos you love me. Final words, cos you love me. Yes, and i love you too.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28080076-4975558336457965685?l=patlovereg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patlovereg.blogspot.com/feeds/4975558336457965685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28080076&amp;postID=4975558336457965685&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28080076/posts/default/4975558336457965685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28080076/posts/default/4975558336457965685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patlovereg.blogspot.com/2009/01/thoughts-of-day.html' title='Thoughts of the day'/><author><name>Regina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17157939322363975666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7423/2968/320/Valentine%27s%20Day010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28080076.post-8241043440788118793</id><published>2009-01-01T15:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T16:18:19.509+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On the last day of 2008,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I fell down :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and had a bruise as big as my fist :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286236648693476546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XMml8ysn2SE/SVx8OWwGrMI/AAAAAAAAA7U/ZQlPAIjvBLY/s200/Image050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, i hope that's the end of anything bad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Happy new year!!!!!!!!!!! MOOOOO~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Disclaimer: All this is done just because you love me. You said that you loved me in the past, you love me now, and you'd still be loving me in the future. You said that you have a heart that beats for me. I smiled. I was touched. You hold my hand gently and put it on your chest to feel your heartbeat. I was stunned. Never had anyone done this to me before. Tears started rolling down my cheeks. And for a moment there, i knew i've found someone who's so right, someone who will always be there for me. Everthing that you do, you do it for me. You do it because you love me. Including this blog. It's a show-off of some "kiasu-ness". But you do this cos you love me. Final words, cos you love me. Yes, and i love you too.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28080076-8241043440788118793?l=patlovereg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patlovereg.blogspot.com/feeds/8241043440788118793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28080076&amp;postID=8241043440788118793&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28080076/posts/default/8241043440788118793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28080076/posts/default/8241043440788118793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patlovereg.blogspot.com/2009/01/on-last-day-of-2008.html' title='On the last day of 2008,'/><author><name>Regina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17157939322363975666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7423/2968/320/Valentine%27s%20Day010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XMml8ysn2SE/SVx8OWwGrMI/AAAAAAAAA7U/ZQlPAIjvBLY/s72-c/Image050.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28080076.post-3202621483751961584</id><published>2008-12-31T16:05:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T16:22:16.872+08:00</updated><title type='text'>boxing day 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XMml8ysn2SE/SVx8zRE5IyI/AAAAAAAAA7k/H4rTAvEa3W4/s1600-h/Image016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286237282825216802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XMml8ysn2SE/SVx8zRE5IyI/AAAAAAAAA7k/H4rTAvEa3W4/s200/Image016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Can u find me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Last year's boxing day was spent touring around Melbourne with Dad, Mum, and Dom :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, i called in sick on boxing day (hehehe!) because sissy was here and i dont wanna miss out any chance hanging out with her. Yes, i miss my sissy!!&lt;br /&gt;So we kick-start the day by eating breaky at McD, then we went to MelbourneCentral, DFO Spencer Street, then for a loooooong lunch... After that, we all decided to buy something different. So we went queueing up at Gucci. Half way through the line, James decided to shop at LV, so he went off without us... but coming back after 3 minutes bcos the shop is close...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We queued up for 2 hours outside Gucci and were so excited when it's our turn to go in, only to have the guard telling us they are closing in 10minutes.... so no gucci :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling not satisfied, i called in sick again the 2nd day, hehehe... and went for the queue again early in the morning, without having breakfast... amazingly, no queue this time, probably cos the sales isn't as big as boxing day itself liao..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right... so i spent the next 3.5hours in there, and the next few $$$ (muahahaha!) - i cannot post what i bought.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286237023243314642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XMml8ysn2SE/SVx8kKDvpdI/AAAAAAAAA7c/ZrUF8AeH1Jo/s200/Image021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;they are meant to be surprises for mum and dad! (It feels so good to be spending my own earned money and to pay my own credit card debt later.. haha!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came out, feeling satisfied, went to the LV shop :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok... that sums up my boxing day 2009 experience!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melbournian are soooooo crazy, and melbourne is seriously over populated!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Disclaimer: All this is done just because you love me. You said that you loved me in the past, you love me now, and you'd still be loving me in the future. You said that you have a heart that beats for me. I smiled. I was touched. You hold my hand gently and put it on your chest to feel your heartbeat. I was stunned. Never had anyone done this to me before. Tears started rolling down my cheeks. And for a moment there, i knew i've found someone who's so right, someone who will always be there for me. Everthing that you do, you do it for me. You do it because you love me. Including this blog. It's a show-off of some "kiasu-ness". But you do this cos you love me. Final words, cos you love me. Yes, and i love you too.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28080076-3202621483751961584?l=patlovereg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patlovereg.blogspot.com/feeds/3202621483751961584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28080076&amp;postID=3202621483751961584&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28080076/posts/default/3202621483751961584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28080076/posts/default/3202621483751961584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patlovereg.blogspot.com/2008/12/boxing-day-208.html' title='boxing day 2008'/><author><name>Regina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17157939322363975666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7423/2968/320/Valentine%27s%20Day010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XMml8ysn2SE/SVx8zRE5IyI/AAAAAAAAA7k/H4rTAvEa3W4/s72-c/Image016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28080076.post-5493895605658981258</id><published>2008-12-26T16:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T16:02:13.224+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Santa does not exist</title><content type='html'>My wish is not granted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sobs&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Disclaimer: All this is done just because you love me. You said that you loved me in the past, you love me now, and you'd still be loving me in the future. You said that you have a heart that beats for me. I smiled. I was touched. You hold my hand gently and put it on your chest to feel your heartbeat. I was stunned. Never had anyone done this to me before. Tears started rolling down my cheeks. And for a moment there, i knew i've found someone who's so right, someone who will always be there for me. Everthing that you do, you do it for me. You do it because you love me. Including this blog. It's a show-off of some "kiasu-ness". But you do this cos you love me. Final words, cos you love me. Yes, and i love you too.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28080076-5493895605658981258?l=patlovereg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patlovereg.blogspot.com/feeds/5493895605658981258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28080076&amp;postID=5493895605658981258&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28080076/posts/default/5493895605658981258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28080076/posts/default/5493895605658981258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patlovereg.blogspot.com/2008/12/santa-does-not-exist.html' title='Santa does not exist'/><author><name>Regina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17157939322363975666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7423/2968/320/Valentine%27s%20Day010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28080076.post-2450538659690337865</id><published>2008-12-19T05:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T05:56:36.759+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All i want for christmas</title><content type='html'>is a job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a good one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good job that i can call "my career" =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please Santa, i've been good this year. I need a good job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't say my current job is not good lah, it just doesn't happen to be my profession and it's not something i wanna work my ass off for the next 30years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying all i want for christmas is money ;P Seriously... i want this job more than i want money! hahahha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, 6 days til christmas! Sissy would be here with &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;her &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;family. and extended family. Not much chances to do meet up though :( Would be working day and night during christmas! Sobs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas peeps!!! &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Disclaimer: All this is done just because you love me. You said that you loved me in the past, you love me now, and you'd still be loving me in the future. You said that you have a heart that beats for me. I smiled. I was touched. You hold my hand gently and put it on your chest to feel your heartbeat. I was stunned. Never had anyone done this to me before. Tears started rolling down my cheeks. And for a moment there, i knew i've found someone who's so right, someone who will always be there for me. Everthing that you do, you do it for me. You do it because you love me. Including this blog. It's a show-off of some "kiasu-ness". But you do this cos you love me. Final words, cos you love me. Yes, and i love you too.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28080076-2450538659690337865?l=patlovereg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patlovereg.blogspot.com/feeds/2450538659690337865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28080076&amp;postID=2450538659690337865&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28080076/posts/default/2450538659690337865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28080076/posts/default/2450538659690337865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patlovereg.blogspot.com/2008/12/all-i-want-for-christmas.html' title='All i want for christmas'/><author><name>Regina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17157939322363975666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7423/2968/320/Valentine%27s%20Day010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28080076.post-8987894203099222021</id><published>2008-12-10T20:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:34:03.642+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pre-interview jitters</title><content type='html'>zzzz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Disclaimer: All this is done just because you love me. You said that you loved me in the past, you love me now, and you'd still be loving me in the future. You said that you have a heart that beats for me. I smiled. I was touched. You hold my hand gently and put it on your chest to feel your heartbeat. I was stunned. Never had anyone done this to me before. Tears started rolling down my cheeks. And for a moment there, i knew i've found someone who's so right, someone who will always be there for me. Everthing that you do, you do it for me. You do it because you love me. Including this blog. It's a show-off of some "kiasu-ness". But you do this cos you love me. Final words, cos you love me. Yes, and i love you too.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28080076-8987894203099222021?l=patlovereg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patlovereg.blogspot.com/feeds/8987894203099222021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28080076&amp;postID=8987894203099222021&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28080076/posts/default/8987894203099222021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28080076/posts/default/8987894203099222021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patlovereg.blogspot.com/2008/12/pre-interview-jitters.html' title='pre-interview jitters'/><author><name>Regina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17157939322363975666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7423/2968/320/Valentine%27s%20Day010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28080076.post-6679047704816525569</id><published>2008-12-02T16:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T16:22:02.934+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The sixth week already</title><content type='html'>Still, one word...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUCKS....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it sucks big time! ugh!&lt;br /&gt;Already my 6th week at the new work place.. everything sucks.. Everyone keep assuring me i'd get use to it pretty soon. But not this time round. I hate the place. I hate the people. I hate the pressure. I hate everything there. I wonder how Audrey manage to cope. Sigh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When the going gets tough, the tough goes shopping" - Audz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i got no money to shop lehh... I admit i do get very decent pay. Enough for survivals. But with all the pressures shoved at me, i feel underpaid -__-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What should i do? Sigh... I miss the laughter in SG... :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past few weeks, Thursday (my off day) are spent with my happy pills from SG :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a day out with Angie on a hot Thursday, the following Thurs is spent with SHui and SYee, eating peking duck at Old Kingdom Smith St. then chilling out at SanChurros Chocolatier... til.... 11pm?? I lost track of the time whenever im with them! :P  And last Thursday is spent with SChing and Wensy... Smith St again!!! &gt;&lt; for shopping! And i manage to collect a few loots :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now.... with everyone far away from Melbourne, where should i go this coming Thurs? Probably just rot at home :D It's my day off after all,... and i LOVE day off ! &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Disclaimer: All this is done just because you love me. You said that you loved me in the past, you love me now, and you'd still be loving me in the future. You said that you have a heart that beats for me. I smiled. I was touched. You hold my hand gently and put it on your chest to feel your heartbeat. I was stunned. Never had anyone done this to me before. Tears started rolling down my cheeks. And for a moment there, i knew i've found someone who's so right, someone who will always be there for me. Everthing that you do, you do it for me. You do it because you love me. Including this blog. It's a show-off of some "kiasu-ness". But you do this cos you love me. Final words, cos you love me. Yes, and i love you too.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28080076-6679047704816525569?l=patlovereg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patlovereg.blogspot.com/feeds/6679047704816525569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28080076&amp;postID=6679047704816525569&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28080076/posts/default/6679047704816525569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28080076/posts/default/6679047704816525569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patlovereg.blogspot.com/2008/12/sixth-week-already.html' title='The sixth week already'/><author><name>Regina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17157939322363975666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7423/2968/320/Valentine%27s%20Day010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28080076.post-1636732218582901369</id><published>2008-11-17T18:52:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T19:14:38.067+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day out with Angie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;On my one and only day off from work, i'm forced to have a day out with Angie... oh well, before she went back to Malaysia. I'm not complaining lah. I actually enjoyed a lot :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just that....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XMml8ysn2SE/SSFNtPkdhGI/AAAAAAAAAsM/9sWABRPLiIY/s1600-h/PB130555.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269578478669104226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XMml8ysn2SE/SSFNtPkdhGI/AAAAAAAAAsM/9sWABRPLiIY/s320/PB130555.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I look so stupidly like a blur panda... sobs&lt;br /&gt; We meet up for yum cha at Oriental Tea House, Little Collins St.  This girl actually spend 3 hours googling up where's a nice place for yum cha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XMml8ysn2SE/SSFNbYtBDqI/AAAAAAAAAsE/KwmNXw8eb4Q/s1600-h/PB130552.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269578171883261602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XMml8ysn2SE/SSFNbYtBDqI/AAAAAAAAAsE/KwmNXw8eb4Q/s320/PB130552.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The decor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XMml8ysn2SE/SSFNTerMdBI/AAAAAAAAAr8/QCA8qNXLafs/s1600-h/PB130550.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269578036047279122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XMml8ysn2SE/SSFNTerMdBI/AAAAAAAAAr8/QCA8qNXLafs/s320/PB130550.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Cutie and The Panda, lol!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We didnt ordered a lot, so i exclude the food pics :p &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269578767295366018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XMml8ysn2SE/SSFN-CyUw4I/AAAAAAAAAsU/kiRupYj2F1M/s320/PB130557.JPG" border="0" /&gt; After that, a walk along Chapel Street, South Yarra.. On a hot Hot HOT and humid Humid HUMID day of 38 degrees day... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269579255085143554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XMml8ysn2SE/SSFOab8eFgI/AAAAAAAAAsc/d4s8j9uTFJo/s320/PB130560.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Back to the city.... HUMUNGOUS christmas tree at Collins Street, and mini us : P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269580179815574050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XMml8ysn2SE/SSFPQQ1YqiI/AAAAAAAAAsk/sL--cY1pMdM/s320/PB160535.JPG" border="0" /&gt;After 2 days... Angie surprised me at my workplace, and we went for dinner. White Tomato, Bourke Street.&lt;br /&gt;I cannot post other pics from this day.... BECAUSE I LOOK LIKE A CONSTIPATED PANDA, wtf!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Disclaimer: All this is done just because you love me. You said that you loved me in the past, you love me now, and you'd still be loving me in the future. You said that you have a heart that beats for me. I smiled. I was touched. You hold my hand gently and put it on your chest to feel your heartbeat. I was stunned. Never had anyone done this to me before. Tears started rolling down my cheeks. And for a moment there, i knew i've found someone who's so right, someone who will always be there for me. Everthing that you do, you do it for me. You do it because you love me. Including this blog. It's a show-off of some "kiasu-ness". But you do this cos you love me. Final words, cos you love me. Yes, and i love you too.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28080076-1636732218582901369?l=patlovereg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patlovereg.blogspot.com/feeds/1636732218582901369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28080076&amp;postID=1636732218582901369&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28080076/posts/default/1636732218582901369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28080076/posts/default/1636732218582901369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patlovereg.blogspot.com/2008/11/day-out-with-angie.html' title='Day out with Angie'/><author><name>Regina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17157939322363975666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7423/2968/320/Valentine%27s%20Day010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XMml8ysn2SE/SSFNtPkdhGI/AAAAAAAAAsM/9sWABRPLiIY/s72-c/PB130555.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28080076.post-4917223922563596149</id><published>2008-11-10T06:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T06:02:47.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>work is making me sick</title><content type='html'>*pukes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i have posts of "stressed to the max", "2 down 1 more to go", "doesn't feel like studying", or "i need to concentrate" etc... at this time of the year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss studying life.. I know, when i really get back to studying, i would wish everything ends faster...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not feeling too good today hrmph...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing stars all around me.. la la la~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Disclaimer: All this is done just because you love me. You said that you loved me in the past, you love me now, and you'd still be loving me in the future. You said that you have a heart that beats for me. I smiled. I was touched. You hold my hand gently and put it on your chest to feel your heartbeat. I was stunned. Never had anyone done this to me before. Tears started rolling down my cheeks. And for a moment there, i knew i've found someone who's so right, someone who will always be there for me. Everthing that you do, you do it for me. You do it because you love me. Including this blog. It's a show-off of some "kiasu-ness". But you do this cos you love me. Final words, cos you love me. Yes, and i love you too.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28080076-4917223922563596149?l=patlovereg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patlovereg.blogspot.com/feeds/4917223922563596149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28080076&amp;postID=4917223922563596149&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28080076/posts/default/4917223922563596149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28080076/posts/default/4917223922563596149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patlovereg.blogspot.com/2008/11/work-is-making-me-sick.html' title='work is making me sick'/><author><name>Regina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17157939322363975666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7423/2968/320/Valentine%27s%20Day010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28080076.post-6710574212031006171</id><published>2008-11-02T16:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T16:51:08.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Frozen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XMml8ysn2SE/SQ1pajDrs_I/AAAAAAAAAr0/dHUsKq9GVlA/s1600-h/frozen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263979444274181106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XMml8ysn2SE/SQ1pajDrs_I/AAAAAAAAAr0/dHUsKq9GVlA/s400/frozen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;你看见我的心了吗？&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Disclaimer: All this is done just because you love me. You said that you loved me in the past, you love me now, and you'd still be loving me in the future. You said that you have a heart that beats for me. I smiled. I was touched. You hold my hand gently and put it on your chest to feel your heartbeat. I was stunned. Never had anyone done this to me before. Tears started rolling down my cheeks. And for a moment there, i knew i've found someone who's so right, someone who will always be there for me. Everthing that you do, you do it for me. You do it because you love me. Including this blog. It's a show-off of some "kiasu-ness". But you do this cos you love me. Final words, cos you love me. Yes, and i love you too.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28080076-6710574212031006171?l=patlovereg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patlovereg.blogspot.com/feeds/6710574212031006171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28080076&amp;postID=6710574212031006171&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28080076/posts/default/6710574212031006171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28080076/posts/default/6710574212031006171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patlovereg.blogspot.com/2008/11/frozen.html' title='Frozen'/><author><name>Regina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17157939322363975666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7423/2968/320/Valentine%27s%20Day010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XMml8ysn2SE/SQ1pajDrs_I/AAAAAAAAAr0/dHUsKq9GVlA/s72-c/frozen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28080076.post-4268030886536222521</id><published>2008-11-01T20:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T20:20:18.672+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In your eyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XMml8ysn2SE/SQxJcnbnEWI/AAAAAAAAArs/9ei0diigDQg/s1600-h/PhotoFunia_1857c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263662820459221346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 289px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XMml8ysn2SE/SQxJcnbnEWI/AAAAAAAAArs/9ei0diigDQg/s400/PhotoFunia_1857c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Disclaimer: All this is done just because you love me. You said that you loved me in the past, you love me now, and you'd still be loving me in the future. You said that you have a heart that beats for me. I smiled. I was touched. You hold my hand gently and put it on your chest to feel your heartbeat. I was stunned. Never had anyone done this to me before. Tears started rolling down my cheeks. And for a moment there, i knew i've found someone who's so right, someone who will always be there for me. Everthing that you do, you do it for me. You do it because you love me. Including this blog. It's a show-off of some "kiasu-ness". But you do this cos you love me. Final words, cos you love me. Yes, and i love you too.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28080076-4268030886536222521?l=patlovereg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patlovereg.blogspot.com/feeds/4268030886536222521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28080076&amp;postID=4268030886536222521&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28080076/posts/default/4268030886536222521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28080076/posts/default/4268030886536222521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patlovereg.blogspot.com/2008/11/in-your-eyes.html' title='In your eyes'/><author><name>Regina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17157939322363975666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7423/2968/320/Valentine%27s%20Day010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XMml8ysn2SE/SQxJcnbnEWI/AAAAAAAAArs/9ei0diigDQg/s72-c/PhotoFunia_1857c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28080076.post-4004716156620061798</id><published>2008-10-28T17:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T17:46:24.261+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what are the chances?</title><content type='html'>Of all the list on the boost juice bars' menus, and all the random fruits u can mix, what are the chances one is able to buy me exactly one that i've been craving for, one that is my all time favourite? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heart you two, girls!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wensy and Siew Ching came to visit me in Crown, surprising me with an original size of boostjuice :D mixture of carrot and apple... my all time favourite...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They read me inside out :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But oh well, i've decided i won't, for another time, tell Dennis that i wanna go back to SG.. I've decided to stay and train my staffs in Crown :D cos... as Arno said, the staffs sucks! LoL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are the chances you get born on deepavali, and looks like an indian??? HAHAHAHHAHA.... Happy Birthday, sissy!!!!!! I heart you too! kisses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Graduating, master holder!!! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;Im proud to call you my friend :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Disclaimer: All this is done just because you love me. You said that you loved me in the past, you love me now, and you'd still be loving me in the future. You said that you have a heart that beats for me. I smiled. I was touched. You hold my hand gently and put it on your chest to feel your heartbeat. I was stunned. Never had anyone done this to me before. Tears started rolling down my cheeks. And for a moment there, i knew i've found someone who's so right, someone who will always be there for me. Everthing that you do, you do it for me. You do it because you love me. Including this blog. It's a show-off of some "kiasu-ness". But you do this cos you love me. Final words, cos you love me. Yes, and i love you too.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28080076-4004716156620061798?l=patlovereg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patlovereg.blogspot.com/feeds/4004716156620061798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28080076&amp;postID=4004716156620061798&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28080076/posts/default/4004716156620061798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28080076/posts/default/4004716156620061798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patlovereg.blogspot.com/2008/10/what-are-chances.html' title='what are the chances?'/><author><name>Regina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17157939322363975666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7423/2968/320/Valentine%27s%20Day010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28080076.post-1718049845438530354</id><published>2008-10-25T18:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T18:31:42.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cherlyn....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Even though we've known each other for just 3 months, it seems like i've known you forever. My long lost sister, i'm already missing you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life isn't the same without you.. Working is just a job now, without your presence.. There's no motivation, no life, no nothing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As much as i wanted you to stay, i feel happy for you too that now u're finally graduated and is going home for good. Hopefully life treats you well and feeds you fat at home :D&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261037007203503074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XMml8ysn2SE/SQL1SKyMi-I/AAAAAAAAArk/_TXNzHVXLPs/s320/Image035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Working together with you in TA for that short 3 months is the best months i had in life! Looking forward to go work just because i can meet you :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like they said, "u just need to move your eyebrow, i'd know what you want"... but for us, i don't even need to move my eyebrow, you already know me inside out! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, *big hugs* and wish you all the best ! See you soon in Malaysia! Thanks for all the memories you gave me! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;~*Regina is missing Cherlyn *sobs* *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;~*Regina is listening to nan ren nv ren*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Disclaimer: All this is done just because you love me. You said that you loved me in the past, you love me now, and you'd still be loving me in the future. You said that you have a heart that beats for me. I smiled. I was touched. You hold my hand gently and put it on your chest to feel your heartbeat. I was stunned. Never had anyone done this to me before. Tears started rolling down my cheeks. And for a moment there, i knew i've found someone who's so right, someone who will always be there for me. Everthing that you do, you do it for me. You do it because you love me. Including this blog. It's a show-off of some "kiasu-ness". But you do this cos you love me. Final words, cos you love me. Yes, and i love you too.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28080076-1718049845438530354?l=patlovereg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patlovereg.blogspot.com/feeds/1718049845438530354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28080076&amp;postID=1718049845438530354&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28080076/posts/default/1718049845438530354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28080076/posts/default/1718049845438530354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patlovereg.blogspot.com/2008/10/cherlyn.html' title='Cherlyn....'/><author><name>Regina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17157939322363975666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7423/2968/320/Valentine%27s%20Day010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XMml8ysn2SE/SQL1SKyMi-I/AAAAAAAAArk/_TXNzHVXLPs/s72-c/Image035.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28080076.post-1149234135799525553</id><published>2008-10-21T09:08:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T09:14:54.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The best team in TA</title><content type='html'>Seriously......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no teams in TA's history works so well together. Our very first, and also the last gathering *sobs*&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259408857614456738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XMml8ysn2SE/SP0sfY6nF6I/AAAAAAAAArc/Jlu9cruIWZc/s400/PA190619.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cherlyn, Angie, Me, and SzeHui&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259408212042857954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XMml8ysn2SE/SP0r5z-WPeI/AAAAAAAAArU/b3EiglMk98g/s400/PA190638.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Tag yourself!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I heart you all &lt;3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Disclaimer: All this is done just because you love me. You said that you loved me in the past, you love me now, and you'd still be loving me in the future. You said that you have a heart that beats for me. I smiled. I was touched. You hold my hand gently and put it on your chest to feel your heartbeat. I was stunned. Never had anyone done this to me before. Tears started rolling down my cheeks. And for a moment there, i knew i've found someone who's so right, someone who will always be there for me. Everthing that you do, you do it for me. You do it because you love me. Including this blog. It's a show-off of some "kiasu-ness". But you do this cos you love me. Final words, cos you love me. Yes, and i love you too.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28080076-1149234135799525553?l=patlovereg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patlovereg.blogspot.com/feeds/1149234135799525553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28080076&amp;postID=1149234135799525553&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28080076/posts/default/1149234135799525553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28080076/posts/default/1149234135799525553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patlovereg.blogspot.com/2008/10/best-team-in-ta.html' title='The best team in TA'/><author><name>Regina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17157939322363975666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7423/2968/320/Valentine%27s%20Day010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XMml8ysn2SE/SP0sfY6nF6I/AAAAAAAAArc/Jlu9cruIWZc/s72-c/PA190619.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28080076.post-77848176614026377</id><published>2008-10-19T21:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T21:45:27.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i hate farewell parties</title><content type='html'>especially if it's for someone i'm so close with...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cos i always cry like shits -__-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in between laughter, there's still tears....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when someone said goodbye, and the hugging starts, tears start streaming down again... :'(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Disclaimer: All this is done just because you love me. You said that you loved me in the past, you love me now, and you'd still be loving me in the future. You said that you have a heart that beats for me. I smiled. I was touched. You hold my hand gently and put it on your chest to feel your heartbeat. I was stunned. Never had anyone done this to me before. Tears started rolling down my cheeks. And for a moment there, i knew i've found someone who's so right, someone who will always be there for me. Everthing that you do, you do it for me. You do it because you love me. Including this blog. It's a show-off of some "kiasu-ness". But you do this cos you love me. Final words, cos you love me. Yes, and i love you too.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28080076-77848176614026377?l=patlovereg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patlovereg.blogspot.com/feeds/77848176614026377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28080076&amp;postID=77848176614026377&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28080076/posts/default/77848176614026377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28080076/posts/default/77848176614026377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patlovereg.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-hate-farewell-parties.html' title='i hate farewell parties'/><author><name>Regina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17157939322363975666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7423/2968/320/Valentine%27s%20Day010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28080076.post-5557788204017367782</id><published>2008-10-18T18:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T19:00:11.454+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stuck</title><content type='html'>Currently stuck in a pile of shit.. LoL.. so so indecisive.. i dont know if what i've chosen is right, or wrong..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really don't know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so please stop asking me......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, and sorry i could not travel both&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Disclaimer: All this is done just because you love me. You said that you loved me in the past, you love me now, and you'd still be loving me in the future. You said that you have a heart that beats for me. I smiled. I was touched. You hold my hand gently and put it on your chest to feel your heartbeat. I was stunned. Never had anyone done this to me before. Tears started rolling down my cheeks. And for a moment there, i knew i've found someone who's so right, someone who will always be there for me. Everthing that you do, you do it for me. You do it because you love me. Including this blog. It's a show-off of some "kiasu-ness". But you do this cos you love me. Final words, cos you love me. Yes, and i love you too.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28080076-5557788204017367782?l=patlovereg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patlovereg.blogspot.com/feeds/5557788204017367782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28080076&amp;postID=5557788204017367782&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28080076/posts/default/5557788204017367782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28080076/posts/default/5557788204017367782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patlovereg.blogspot.com/2008/10/stuck.html' title='stuck'/><author><name>Regina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17157939322363975666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7423/2968/320/Valentine%27s%20Day010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28080076.post-2076386308154136420</id><published>2008-10-17T19:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T19:46:58.767+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sadness</title><content type='html'>is drowning me:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Disclaimer: All this is done just because you love me. You said that you loved me in the past, you love me now, and you'd still be loving me in the future. You said that you have a heart that beats for me. I smiled. I was touched. You hold my hand gently and put it on your chest to feel your heartbeat. I was stunned. Never had anyone done this to me before. Tears started rolling down my cheeks. And for a moment there, i knew i've found someone who's so right, someone who will always be there for me. Everthing that you do, you do it for me. You do it because you love me. Including this blog. It's a show-off of some "kiasu-ness". But you do this cos you love me. Final words, cos you love me. Yes, and i love you too.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28080076-2076386308154136420?l=patlovereg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patlovereg.blogspot.com/feeds/2076386308154136420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28080076&amp;postID=2076386308154136420&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28080076/posts/default/2076386308154136420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28080076/posts/default/2076386308154136420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patlovereg.blogspot.com/2008/10/sadness.html' title='sadness'/><author><name>Regina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17157939322363975666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7423/2968/320/Valentine%27s%20Day010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28080076.post-1460694298736564845</id><published>2008-10-14T07:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T07:29:40.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't know what title to put -__-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CB yuna, i can't stop staring at ppl's noses now and worse, i start giggling by myself afterwards&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Disclaimer: All this is done just because you love me. You said that you loved me in the past, you love me now, and you'd still be loving me in the future. You said that you have a heart that beats for me. I smiled. I was touched. You hold my hand gently and put it on your chest to feel your heartbeat. I was stunned. Never had anyone done this to me before. Tears started rolling down my cheeks. And for a moment there, i knew i've found someone who's so right, someone who will always be there for me. Everthing that you do, you do it for me. You do it because you love me. Including this blog. It's a show-off of some "kiasu-ness". But you do this cos you love me. Final words, cos you love me. Yes, and i love you too.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28080076-1460694298736564845?l=patlovereg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patlovereg.blogspot.com/feeds/1460694298736564845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28080076&amp;postID=1460694298736564845&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28080076/posts/default/1460694298736564845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28080076/posts/default/1460694298736564845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patlovereg.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-dont-know-what-title-to-put-cb-yuna-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Regina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17157939322363975666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7423/2968/320/Valentine%27s%20Day010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28080076.post-1027748795224172332</id><published>2008-09-23T16:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T16:27:48.168+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In a pile of mess</title><content type='html'>I've been in a mess recently.. works works works and more works..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Promotion and pay increase, but have to deal with a pile of messy accounts.. sighs.. People who knew me inside out knows i hate numbers. I love Maths but i dont do good with accounts..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm learning.. yes, i am.. Nat will be leaving soon... and they are training me to do the accounts. I know im not trained to be one, but oh well, i'm just helping when i can :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cherlyn's leaving soon :( Vero's too :( Angie and Wensy going home soon for the holidays...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's left for me? Sigh.. Good things end really fast... I've known them for less than 4 months since working in TA but i've bonded so well with them, people thought we're sisters separated at birth :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i have something to update later, or tmrw.. Ta~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Disclaimer: All this is done just because you love me. You said that you loved me in the past, you love me now, and you'd still be loving me in the future. You said that you have a heart that beats for me. I smiled. I was touched. You hold my hand gently and put it on your chest to feel your heartbeat. I was stunned. Never had anyone done this to me before. Tears started rolling down my cheeks. And for a moment there, i knew i've found someone who's so right, someone who will always be there for me. Everthing that you do, you do it for me. You do it because you love me. Including this blog. It's a show-off of some "kiasu-ness". But you do this cos you love me. Final words, cos you love me. Yes, and i love you too.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28080076-1027748795224172332?l=patlovereg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patlovereg.blogspot.com/feeds/1027748795224172332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28080076&amp;postID=1027748795224172332&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28080076/posts/default/1027748795224172332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28080076/posts/default/1027748795224172332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patlovereg.blogspot.com/2008/09/in-pile-of-mess.html' title='In a pile of mess'/><author><name>Regina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17157939322363975666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7423/2968/320/Valentine%27s%20Day010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28080076.post-3229062272117273519</id><published>2008-09-14T20:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T20:33:15.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy mooncake festival</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XMml8ysn2SE/SM0Edlqr83I/AAAAAAAAArM/pO_HGOULn84/s1600-h/14092008529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XMml8ysn2SE/SM0Edlqr83I/AAAAAAAAArM/pO_HGOULn84/s400/14092008529.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245854047330366322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Disclaimer: All this is done just because you love me. You said that you loved me in the past, you love me now, and you'd still be loving me in the future. You said that you have a heart that beats for me. I smiled. I was touched. You hold my hand gently and put it on your chest to feel your heartbeat. I was stunned. Never had anyone done this to me before. Tears started rolling down my cheeks. And for a moment there, i knew i've found someone who's so right, someone who will always be there for me. Everthing that you do, you do it for me. You do it because you love me. Including this blog. It's a show-off of some "kiasu-ness". But you do this cos you love me. Final words, cos you love me. Yes, and i love you too.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28080076-3229062272117273519?l=patlovereg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patlovereg.blogspot.com/feeds/3229062272117273519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28080076&amp;postID=3229062272117273519&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28080076/posts/default/3229062272117273519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28080076/posts/default/3229062272117273519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patlovereg.blogspot.com/2008/09/happy-mooncake-festival.html' title='Happy mooncake festival'/><author><name>Regina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17157939322363975666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7423/2968/320/Valentine%27s%20Day010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XMml8ysn2SE/SM0Edlqr83I/AAAAAAAAArM/pO_HGOULn84/s72-c/14092008529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28080076.post-8590204899293225609</id><published>2008-09-14T19:24:00.025+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T19:51:17.775+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Great friends, great company, great food</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Dinner at Pacific BBQ House&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XMml8ysn2SE/SMz4a2_plKI/AAAAAAAAArE/lPrd0jxZqKo/s1600-h/Garlic+Bread.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XMml8ysn2SE/SMz4a2_plKI/AAAAAAAAArE/lPrd0jxZqKo/s400/Garlic+Bread.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245840806302553250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Angie's and Song's garlic bread =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XMml8ysn2SE/SMz3_pavt-I/AAAAAAAAAq0/jKVz6Yii4C4/s1600-h/P9120616.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XMml8ysn2SE/SMz3_pavt-I/AAAAAAAAAq0/jKVz6Yii4C4/s400/P9120616.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245840338801637346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Their tomato soup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XMml8ysn2SE/SMz32WER6FI/AAAAAAAAAqs/QngpbVITStw/s1600-h/Amoy+Style+Fried+Vermicelli.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XMml8ysn2SE/SMz32WER6FI/AAAAAAAAAqs/QngpbVITStw/s400/Amoy+Style+Fried+Vermicelli.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245840178988312658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Amoy style fried vermicelli (Song's)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XMml8ysn2SE/SMz3wOiRl8I/AAAAAAAAAqk/FVzsnXft1yM/s1600-h/Baked+Seafood+With++Cheese+%2B+Rice.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XMml8ysn2SE/SMz3wOiRl8I/AAAAAAAAAqk/FVzsnXft1yM/s400/Baked+Seafood+With++Cheese+%2B+Rice.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245840073887422402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Baked rice with seafood and cheese *yummm*&lt;br /&gt;damn nice loh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XMml8ysn2SE/SMz3ltFnxfI/AAAAAAAAAqc/qOvG6LZZDpc/s1600-h/Roast+BBQ+Pork+%2B+Pork+Belly.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XMml8ysn2SE/SMz3ltFnxfI/AAAAAAAAAqc/qOvG6LZZDpc/s400/Roast+BBQ+Pork+%2B+Pork+Belly.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245839893110179314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Crispy roast pork + BBQ pork&lt;br /&gt;at Pacific House :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XMml8ysn2SE/SMz3gA-DD1I/AAAAAAAAAqU/YLbjc3hikuM/s1600-h/Roast+Pork+Belly.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XMml8ysn2SE/SMz3gA-DD1I/AAAAAAAAAqU/YLbjc3hikuM/s400/Roast+Pork+Belly.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245839795367907154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Crispy roast pork belly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;Drinks at ICHIBAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XMml8ysn2SE/SMz4I-r9dHI/AAAAAAAAAq8/uzytIBP82Sw/s1600-h/P9120637.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XMml8ysn2SE/SMz4I-r9dHI/AAAAAAAAAq8/uzytIBP82Sw/s400/P9120637.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245840499129807986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ice blended watermelon with sago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XMml8ysn2SE/SMz3ZCoeZqI/AAAAAAAAAqM/utnzs0WRSko/s1600-h/P9120636.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XMml8ysn2SE/SMz3ZCoeZqI/AAAAAAAAAqM/utnzs0WRSko/s400/P9120636.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245839675555210914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ice Blended green apple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XMml8ysn2SE/SMz3SXBdRjI/AAAAAAAAAqE/OALuOqY1GKU/s1600-h/P9120639.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XMml8ysn2SE/SMz3SXBdRjI/AAAAAAAAAqE/OALuOqY1GKU/s400/P9120639.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245839560769619506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Green tea ice cream with mixed fruit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Strolling along Bourke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XMml8ysn2SE/SMz3HFE1cII/AAAAAAAAAp8/yWermrwOlvQ/s1600-h/P9120633.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XMml8ysn2SE/SMz3HFE1cII/AAAAAAAAAp8/yWermrwOlvQ/s400/P9120633.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245839366973386882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My "ah-dai" lookalike hair style -__-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XMml8ysn2SE/SMz3Cs6uMfI/AAAAAAAAAp0/MYYwCxYnM34/s1600-h/P9120634.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XMml8ysn2SE/SMz3Cs6uMfI/AAAAAAAAAp0/MYYwCxYnM34/s400/P9120634.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245839291769041394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Forced to take picture with Commonwealth bank *__*|||&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mooncake Festival Celebration at BoxHill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XMml8ysn2SE/SMz25KGbE-I/AAAAAAAAAps/40zPLNa9WAs/s1600-h/P9130689.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XMml8ysn2SE/SMz25KGbE-I/AAAAAAAAAps/40zPLNa9WAs/s400/P9130689.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245839127804056546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Long-awaited bakkwa!!!! *yummmm*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XMml8ysn2SE/SMz2zNhulxI/AAAAAAAAApk/vDVe0qVeOO4/s1600-h/P9130693.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XMml8ysn2SE/SMz2zNhulxI/AAAAAAAAApk/vDVe0qVeOO4/s400/P9130693.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245839025644672786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Don't play play with us, okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XMml8ysn2SE/SMz2mSsszJI/AAAAAAAAApc/fVnHGcjsQys/s1600-h/P9130692.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XMml8ysn2SE/SMz2mSsszJI/AAAAAAAAApc/fVnHGcjsQys/s400/P9130692.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245838803694570642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Angie and me.... she is soooooooo cute!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XMml8ysn2SE/SMz2UeBwhdI/AAAAAAAAApU/-8yCK6H-S3U/s1600-h/P9130694.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XMml8ysn2SE/SMz2UeBwhdI/AAAAAAAAApU/-8yCK6H-S3U/s400/P9130694.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245838497498039762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and JWen =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a great great great time!!! Even though it's a bit too tiring traveling from city to boxhill (30mins by train, 45 mins by tram zzz).. the celebration was great. Company's great!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That make me a happy girl :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Disclaimer: All this is done just because you love me. You said that you loved me in the past, you love me now, and you'd still be loving me in the future. You said that you have a heart that beats for me. I smiled. I was touched. You hold my hand gently and put it on your chest to feel your heartbeat. I was stunned. Never had anyone done this to me before. Tears started rolling down my cheeks. And for a moment there, i knew i've found someone who's so right, someone who will always be there for me. Everthing that you do, you do it for me. You do it because you love me. Including this blog. It's a show-off of some "kiasu-ness". But you do this cos you love me. Final words, cos you love me. Yes, and i love you too.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28080076-8590204899293225609?l=patlovereg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patlovereg.blogspot.com/feeds/8590204899293225609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28080076&amp;postID=8590204899293225609&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28080076/posts/default/8590204899293225609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28080076/posts/default/8590204899293225609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patlovereg.blogspot.com/2008/09/great-friends-great-company-great-food.html' title='Great friends, great company, great food'/><author><name>Regina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17157939322363975666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7423/2968/320/Valentine%27s%20Day010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XMml8ysn2SE/SMz4a2_plKI/AAAAAAAAArE/lPrd0jxZqKo/s72-c/Garlic+Bread.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28080076.post-4583711126768381906</id><published>2008-09-07T13:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T13:44:49.719+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Counting down..</title><content type='html'>1st Sept&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd Sept&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd Sept&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th Sept&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5th Sept&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6th Sept&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7th Sept&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8th Sept&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9th Sept&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10th Sept&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Til i get a friend here in lonely Melb :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CAN'T WAIT!!!!!!! &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Disclaimer: All this is done just because you love me. You said that you loved me in the past, you love me now, and you'd still be loving me in the future. You said that you have a heart that beats for me. I smiled. I was touched. You hold my hand gently and put it on your chest to feel your heartbeat. I was stunned. Never had anyone done this to me before. Tears started rolling down my cheeks. And for a moment there, i knew i've found someone who's so right, someone who will always be there for me. Everthing that you do, you do it for me. You do it because you love me. Including this blog. It's a show-off of some "kiasu-ness". But you do this cos you love me. Final words, cos you love me. Yes, and i love you too.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28080076-4583711126768381906?l=patlovereg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patlovereg.blogspot.com/feeds/4583711126768381906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28080076&amp;postID=4583711126768381906&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28080076/posts/default/4583711126768381906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28080076/posts/default/4583711126768381906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patlovereg.blogspot.com/2008/09/counting-down.html' title='Counting down..'/><author><name>Regina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17157939322363975666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7423/2968/320/Valentine%27s%20Day010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28080076.post-524904256383931492</id><published>2008-08-31T18:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T18:31:42.455+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XMml8ysn2SE/SLpy8qNHO2I/AAAAAAAAAn8/RdYHOyqT9bY/s1600-h/Regi+bday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XMml8ysn2SE/SLpy8qNHO2I/AAAAAAAAAn8/RdYHOyqT9bY/s400/Regi+bday.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240627502845999970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sniff*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Disclaimer: All this is done just because you love me. You said that you loved me in the past, you love me now, and you'd still be loving me in the future. You said that you have a heart that beats for me. I smiled. I was touched. You hold my hand gently and put it on your chest to feel your heartbeat. I was stunned. Never had anyone done this to me before. Tears started rolling down my cheeks. And for a moment there, i knew i've found someone who's so right, someone who will always be there for me. Everthing that you do, you do it for me. You do it because you love me. Including this blog. It's a show-off of some "kiasu-ness". But you do this cos you love me. Final words, cos you love me. Yes, and i love you too.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28080076-524904256383931492?l=patlovereg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patlovereg.blogspot.com/feeds/524904256383931492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28080076&amp;postID=524904256383931492&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28080076/posts/default/524904256383931492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28080076/posts/default/524904256383931492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patlovereg.blogspot.com/2008/08/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday'/><author><name>Regina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17157939322363975666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7423/2968/320/Valentine%27s%20Day010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XMml8ysn2SE/SLpy8qNHO2I/AAAAAAAAAn8/RdYHOyqT9bY/s72-c/Regi+bday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28080076.post-2358057744947307401</id><published>2008-08-13T13:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T14:00:57.995+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Olympic2008 sungguh interesting lahh</title><content type='html'>Im not someone who's into sports but i found the Olympic games interesting :P Probably cos it's just a once-in-a-four-years event.. Hehe.. and definitely after watching the opening ceremony :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching Stephanie Rice getting 2 gold medals in 3 days.. I dont mean to be saying im supporting the Australia team lah.. But so shiok mah.. ahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now i wanna see KK getting his gold medal for Malaysia :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XMml8ysn2SE/SKJ4drxlDsI/AAAAAAAAAn0/m9IcXkaawbk/s1600-h/kk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XMml8ysn2SE/SKJ4drxlDsI/AAAAAAAAAn0/m9IcXkaawbk/s320/kk.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233878168320151234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;KK and the girlfriend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiya, no TV for olympic games... My internet quota's all used up for streaming sites liao...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should go your house watch Olympic with your new 42" tv, okay? MUAAHAHAHHAHAHA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Disclaimer: All this is done just because you love me. You said that you loved me in the past, you love me now, and you'd still be loving me in the future. You said that you have a heart that beats for me. I smiled. I was touched. You hold my hand gently and put it on your chest to feel your heartbeat. I was stunned. Never had anyone done this to me before. Tears started rolling down my cheeks. And for a moment there, i knew i've found someone who's so right, someone who will always be there for me. Everthing that you do, you do it for me. You do it because you love me. Including this blog. It's a show-off of some "kiasu-ness". But you do this cos you love me. Final words, cos you love me. Yes, and i love you too.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28080076-2358057744947307401?l=patlovereg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patlovereg.blogspot.com/feeds/2358057744947307401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28080076&amp;postID=2358057744947307401&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28080076/posts/default/2358057744947307401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28080076/posts/default/2358057744947307401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patlovereg.blogspot.com/2008/08/olympic2008-sungguh-interesting-lahh.html' title='Olympic2008 sungguh interesting lahh'/><author><name>Regina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17157939322363975666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7423/2968/320/Valentine%27s%20Day010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XMml8ysn2SE/SKJ4drxlDsI/AAAAAAAAAn0/m9IcXkaawbk/s72-c/kk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28080076.post-7053141079773519368</id><published>2008-08-12T10:20:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T10:28:26.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tell me i'm not dreaming</title><content type='html'>I remember i told my friends once, Koreans are not my cup of tea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now im drooling over the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SuperJuniors&lt;/span&gt;!!!! They are damn cute, can??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i don't have a thing for guys younger than me.. but... this is an exception lor! ahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started when SYee made me watch the entertainment show LoveLetter.. Then i started drooling over Chi Shi Won and Kim Ki Bum!!!!!! &gt;..&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then during the opening ceremony of Olympics 2008, JWen's mom made me sit still in front of the tv waiting for Han Gyeong.. repeatedly telling me he's gonna sing -___- but dont have le.. i sat there from 10pm til 3am but he didnt come out pun-..-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XMml8ysn2SE/SKD0vAeqmTI/AAAAAAAAAns/s6pMepOQC-c/s1600-h/07newNII_teuk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XMml8ysn2SE/SKD0vAeqmTI/AAAAAAAAAns/s6pMepOQC-c/s320/07newNII_teuk.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233451855424166194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The leader, Lee Teuk... super cute, can?? This one older than me loh!! Han Gyeong also... so can settle for these two liao *beams*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;~*Regina is building castle in the air*&lt;br /&gt;~*Regina is listening to Dont Don - Super Junior*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Disclaimer: All this is done just because you love me. You said that you loved me in the past, you love me now, and you'd still be loving me in the future. You said that you have a heart that beats for me. I smiled. I was touched. You hold my hand gently and put it on your chest to feel your heartbeat. I was stunned. Never had anyone done this to me before. Tears started rolling down my cheeks. And for a moment there, i knew i've found someone who's so right, someone who will always be there for me. Everthing that you do, you do it for me. You do it because you love me. Including this blog. It's a show-off of some "kiasu-ness". But you do this cos you love me. Final words, cos you love me. Yes, and i love you too.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28080076-7053141079773519368?l=patlovereg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patlovereg.blogspot.com/feeds/7053141079773519368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28080076&amp;postID=7053141079773519368&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28080076/posts/default/7053141079773519368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28080076/posts/default/7053141079773519368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patlovereg.blogspot.com/2008/08/tell-me-im-not-dreaming.html' title='Tell me i&apos;m not dreaming'/><author><name>Regina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17157939322363975666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7423/2968/320/Valentine%27s%20Day010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XMml8ysn2SE/SKD0vAeqmTI/AAAAAAAAAns/s6pMepOQC-c/s72-c/07newNII_teuk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28080076.post-5292137181648247617</id><published>2008-08-11T18:04:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T10:17:56.342+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a hardcore melbourne hater</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;SandyBay&lt;/span&gt; - A once-so-familiar place to me~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XMml8ysn2SE/SKDyAauxndI/AAAAAAAAAnc/2_wMpX_DGEw/s1600-h/P1010267.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XMml8ysn2SE/SKDyAauxndI/AAAAAAAAAnc/2_wMpX_DGEw/s320/P1010267.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233448855993949650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me and SYee, waiting for the bus.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodness, I haven't been on a bus for 8 months already, believe it or not! Hehehehe... Even my bus ticket got moss liao :p&lt;br /&gt;Everything still the same, except what's suppose to be The Roost behind us becomes LaBella already *yummm~*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lunch with Carmen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XMml8ysn2SE/SKAXUszM2HI/AAAAAAAAAnU/YreVO98oBPQ/s1600-h/s159369966.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XMml8ysn2SE/SKAXUszM2HI/AAAAAAAAAnU/YreVO98oBPQ/s320/s159369966.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233208411395250290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That, is Carmen :D Lunch at Mures, Hobart waterfront. Had the largest Fish and Chips! hahaha... I don't do that "Regina love" on the pic.. she did that -__-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;JWen's grad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XMml8ysn2SE/SKARxm0z7jI/AAAAAAAAAm8/f4Nh23EcstQ/s1600-h/DSC08249.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XMml8ysn2SE/SKARxm0z7jI/AAAAAAAAAm8/f4Nh23EcstQ/s320/DSC08249.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233202310937833010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That's Joshua, Me, JWen, Ely, SYee, and LYee... The biotech gang, seniors and juniors... LoL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XMml8ysn2SE/SKARVIisEVI/AAAAAAAAAm0/GK7evTlDTRs/s1600-h/PICT1478.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XMml8ysn2SE/SKARVIisEVI/AAAAAAAAAm0/GK7evTlDTRs/s320/PICT1478.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233201821772419410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;UTas earned money already. From the tuition fees i paid.. *giggles* they served champagne, red wine, and white wine for the refreshments...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XMml8ysn2SE/SKATW4Rx4KI/AAAAAAAAAnM/nGwE2nPcb34/s1600-h/P1010279.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XMml8ysn2SE/SKATW4Rx4KI/AAAAAAAAAnM/nGwE2nPcb34/s320/P1010279.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233204050789523618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That is Rebecca, another graduand :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Our steamboat night, celebrating the Olympics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XMml8ysn2SE/SKASZ04kuQI/AAAAAAAAAnE/Rc8YejVSfxU/s1600-h/P1010265.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XMml8ysn2SE/SKASZ04kuQI/AAAAAAAAAnE/Rc8YejVSfxU/s320/P1010265.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233203001906477314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Damn a lot of foods loh, this is only part of it, and there's only six of us -__- SYee, LYee, Me, JWen, and both her parents.. Her dad took a video of us preparing the dish, and waiting for the soup to boil, while her mum cuts up the seafoods.. HAHAHA... but i can't upload it cos the file is so big lor.. And her dad says "i take a picture of the house and show my frens i live here" -__- bcos apparently JWen's place is too small.. HAHAHA... damn funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about it. I have shitloads of photos from that few days in Tassie but couldnt upload them up. Cos my eyes are so swollen from the lack of sleeps and constant laughing til i cried. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, im a hardcore melbourne hater because from my5 days 4 nights trip back to Hobart, i realize im meant to be in Hobart and not Melbourne :P and there's nothing here for me to stay back.. ahaha... will see, will see~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Disclaimer: All this is done just because you love me. You said that you loved me in the past, you love me now, and you'd still be loving me in the future. You said that you have a heart that beats for me. I smiled. I was touched. You hold my hand gently and put it on your chest to feel your heartbeat. I was stunned. Never had anyone done this to me before. Tears started rolling down my cheeks. And for a moment there, i knew i've found someone who's so right, someone who will always be there for me. Everthing that you do, you do it for me. You do it because you love me. Including this blog. It's a show-off of some "kiasu-ness". But you do this cos you love me. Final words, cos you love me. Yes, and i love you too.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28080076-5292137181648247617?l=patlovereg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patlovereg.blogspot.com/feeds/5292137181648247617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28080076&amp;postID=5292137181648247617&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28080076/posts/default/5292137181648247617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28080076/posts/default/5292137181648247617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patlovereg.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-hardcore-melbourne-hater.html' title='I&apos;m a hardcore melbourne hater'/><author><name>Regina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17157939322363975666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7423/2968/320/Valentine%27s%20Day010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XMml8ysn2SE/SKDyAauxndI/AAAAAAAAAnc/2_wMpX_DGEw/s72-c/P1010267.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28080076.post-4062819733524242461</id><published>2008-08-05T20:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T20:29:48.177+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Im so excited!!~</title><content type='html'>I can't wait...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flying in less than 12 hrs :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Away from Melbourne.......... woots !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Disclaimer: All this is done just because you love me. You said that you loved me in the past, you love me now, and you'd still be loving me in the future. You said that you have a heart that beats for me. I smiled. I was touched. You hold my hand gently and put it on your chest to feel your heartbeat. I was stunned. Never had anyone done this to me before. Tears started rolling down my cheeks. And for a moment there, i knew i've found someone who's so right, someone who will always be there for me. Everthing that you do, you do it for me. You do it because you love me. Including this blog. It's a show-off of some "kiasu-ness". But you do this cos you love me. Final words, cos you love me. Yes, and i love you too.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28080076-4062819733524242461?l=patlovereg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patlovereg.blogspot.com/feeds/4062819733524242461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28080076&amp;postID=4062819733524242461&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28080076/posts/default/4062819733524242461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28080076/posts/default/4062819733524242461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patlovereg.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-so-excited.html' title='Im so excited!!~'/><author><name>Regina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17157939322363975666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7423/2968/320/Valentine%27s%20Day010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28080076.post-8997174775211422583</id><published>2008-07-31T08:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T08:24:05.042+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heroes</title><content type='html'>whoa.. yesterday was spent watching the whole season 2 of heroes!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't stop once i started.. Ended up not buying any groceries.. Also ended up not having dinner because the whole thing is just too exciting.. HAHAHA...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna watch season 3 now!! Please~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't usually go for stuffs like that but Angie repeatedly asked me to watch and even my bro recommends Heroes to me so there i go~~ I couldn't stop! HAHAHA....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i wanna know what happens to Sylar next -__-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone have season 3????? I go copy from u *beams* within Melbourne lahh... hahahahah.. doesn't matter which suburb u're in. Zone 2 also i travel!! hehehe....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm already late for work now &gt;&lt; but im still so excited with the whole heroes thing... *sweats*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Disclaimer: All this is done just because you love me. You said that you loved me in the past, you love me now, and you'd still be loving me in the future. You said that you have a heart that beats for me. I smiled. I was touched. You hold my hand gently and put it on your chest to feel your heartbeat. I was stunned. Never had anyone done this to me before. Tears started rolling down my cheeks. And for a moment there, i knew i've found someone who's so right, someone who will always be there for me. Everthing that you do, you do it for me. You do it because you love me. Including this blog. It's a show-off of some "kiasu-ness". But you do this cos you love me. Final words, cos you love me. Yes, and i love you too.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28080076-8997174775211422583?l=patlovereg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patlovereg.blogspot.com/feeds/8997174775211422583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28080076&amp;postID=8997174775211422583&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28080076/posts/default/8997174775211422583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28080076/posts/default/8997174775211422583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patlovereg.blogspot.com/2008/07/heroes.html' title='Heroes'/><author><name>Regina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17157939322363975666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7423/2968/320/Valentine%27s%20Day010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28080076.post-2582669106230233737</id><published>2008-07-26T17:16:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T17:55:34.108+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A very busy and happy Saturday :D</title><content type='html'>It's another day off today. I would be grumbling of boredness and no income on any other day off but today is an exception. I'm just sooo tired after working for 10 continuous days and replacing both Angie's and Danny's shifts for the week. I know, it means more income, that's why i was motivated to continue working even though i seriously need rest! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways.. woke up as early as 8.30am -__- Tried to sleep longer but couldn't get back to sleep. Been sleepless for many nights already loh actually. I dont know why... Must be that "something" that has been on my mind.. Grrr...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Appointment at Kairos was at 10am, so i woke up, showered and get dressed.. Kairos is good! Really good! This time my hairdresser was Heng Ji and she's sooooo good :D I'm loving my new style now actually :P she curled it up for me at the end, but it didnt last long.. and was gone after..... just 1 wash.. The previous hairdresser was Jang Hae but she's away on hols at the moment -__-&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XMml8ysn2SE/SIryvEQnaNI/AAAAAAAAAmM/P1MEOBTk-TE/s1600-h/Picture+14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XMml8ysn2SE/SIryvEQnaNI/AAAAAAAAAmM/P1MEOBTk-TE/s320/Picture+14.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227257207928088786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XMml8ysn2SE/SIrzoCBaPtI/AAAAAAAAAmk/8xagDy3YdyE/s1600-h/Picture+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XMml8ysn2SE/SIrzoCBaPtI/AAAAAAAAAmk/8xagDy3YdyE/s320/Picture+4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227258186579984082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Front, and back.. Please tell me it looks nice on me!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, after that i came back to print some documents then went to view the house at Dudley Street. It's sooo beautiful i'm sure i fell in love with it, and it's definitely love at first sight. hehe.. The room's really cool!! As big as my "home" in Tassie, plus, it comes with an ensuite! Goodness me! Eventhough the price is twice the amount for what i paid in Tassie but it definitely comes cheap provided its location, its condition and its size! I so wanna move in there now! The housemates were good too, both engineers from Malaysia :D:D Cheryl and Mark.. but they traveled a lot... hah! I'm going to get the response from her next Wed, and hopefully i'm gonna get it loh!!!! *fingers crossed* Please please please, friends... pray for me lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that i went to boxhill to buy &lt;a href="http://www.missha.com.au/"&gt;Missha&lt;/a&gt; :D For those who don't know, Missha sells really cool and nice stuffs loh! Cosmetics and stuffs lah, especially the SuperAqua range, should definitely try loh!! And then i got this free gift mask,&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XMml8ysn2SE/SIrzS2J8V9I/AAAAAAAAAmc/vBjHvoJyBPo/s1600-h/P1010260.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XMml8ysn2SE/SIrzS2J8V9I/AAAAAAAAAmc/vBjHvoJyBPo/s200/P1010260.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227257822617294802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; which needs me to punch the pack for 30 seconds and then just tear it up for use. AHhaha.. very cool man! It feels rather "hard" and "crunchy" inside, like some sort of crushed ice.. hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After boxhill, i was sooo tired and hungry so i dropped by Glenferrie (Hawthorn) to meet up with Wensy and we went for McD.. hehe...  And after that she went to work, and me, back home doing my tax thingy.. and I love you, Jessica!!!!!!!! *giggles* Thanks sooooooooooooo much for helping me.. You know i can never thanks you enough! Now im waiting for them to give me back my tax then i can book my ticket liao HAHAHHAA... not so serious please...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had &lt;a href="http://www.nandos.com.au"&gt;nandos&lt;/a&gt; tonight :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That pretty sums up my busy and happy Saturday :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Disclaimer: All this is done just because you love me. You said that you loved me in the past, you love me now, and you'd still be loving me in the future. You said that you have a heart that beats for me. I smiled. I was touched. You hold my hand gently and put it on your chest to feel your heartbeat. I was stunned. Never had anyone done this to me before. Tears started rolling down my cheeks. And for a moment there, i knew i've found someone who's so right, someone who will always be there for me. Everthing that you do, you do it for me. You do it because you love me. Including this blog. It's a show-off of some "kiasu-ness". But you do this cos you love me. Final words, cos you love me. Yes, and i love you too.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28080076-2582669106230233737?l=patlovereg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patlovereg.blogspot.com/feeds/2582669106230233737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28080076&amp;postID=2582669106230233737&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28080076/posts/default/2582669106230233737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28080076/posts/default/2582669106230233737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patlovereg.blogspot.com/2008/07/very-busy-and-happy-saturday-d.html' title='A very busy and happy Saturday :D'/><author><name>Regina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17157939322363975666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7423/2968/320/Valentine%27s%20Day010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_XMml8ysn2SE/SIryvEQnaNI/AAAAAAAAAmM/P1MEOBTk-TE/s72-c/Picture+14.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28080076.post-3066753871045926816</id><published>2008-07-14T15:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T16:02:24.528+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm different....</title><content type='html'>Just when the girls on the street are holding a red rose in their hand,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im holding this.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XMml8ysn2SE/SHsHj4bRHvI/AAAAAAAAAmE/SBZ-WRqH3WE/s1600-h/DSC00095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XMml8ysn2SE/SHsHj4bRHvI/AAAAAAAAAmE/SBZ-WRqH3WE/s400/DSC00095.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222776505889791730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;-______-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of the red rose, i had a carrot -__-&lt;br /&gt;Instead of leaves, i had choy sum -________-&lt;br /&gt;Instead of the normal flower wrappers, i had aluminium foil wrapping up the "flower"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-__________-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Disclaimer: All this is done just because you love me. You said that you loved me in the past, you love me now, and you'd still be loving me in the future. You said that you have a heart that beats for me. I smiled. I was touched. You hold my hand gently and put it on your chest to feel your heartbeat. I was stunned. Never had anyone done this to me before. Tears started rolling down my cheeks. And for a moment there, i knew i've found someone who's so right, someone who will always be there for me. Everthing that you do, you do it for me. You do it because you love me. Including this blog. It's a show-off of some "kiasu-ness". But you do this cos you love me. Final words, cos you love me. Yes, and i love you too.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28080076-3066753871045926816?l=patlovereg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patlovereg.blogspot.com/feeds/3066753871045926816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28080076&amp;postID=3066753871045926816&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28080076/posts/default/3066753871045926816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28080076/posts/default/3066753871045926816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patlovereg.blogspot.com/2008/07/im-different.html' title='i&apos;m different....'/><author><name>Regina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17157939322363975666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7423/2968/320/Valentine%27s%20Day010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_XMml8ysn2SE/SHsHj4bRHvI/AAAAAAAAAmE/SBZ-WRqH3WE/s72-c/DSC00095.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28080076.post-5390150031147985372</id><published>2008-07-09T19:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T19:59:36.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Congrats to the Jia'S... ahhahaha</title><content type='html'>:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a happy girl today :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JWen called early in the morning telling me she passed with all D's and is graduating in a month time! hehe... Now now, of cos i'm going back for your convocation, as promised :D and with all the gatherings, i can't wait!!! ahahaha.... People, tell me what junks u want from Melbourne, okay?? I'm packing my luggage! ahahaha....&lt;br /&gt;I'm missing Hobart sooo much, im getting a 'lil hyper now :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a tired day from work, JLi told me she's graduating from Masters too.......... :O&lt;br /&gt;I'm soooooo happy for both of you!! ahahaha... I'm hoping i can go Perth for this one too but u know lahh.. hehehe.... I realise the "JLi" looks a bit like i'm typing Jet Li.... HAHAHAHHA :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, CONGRATS girls!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *beams* I'm so proud of u two :D:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Disclaimer: All this is done just because you love me. You said that you loved me in the past, you love me now, and you'd still be loving me in the future. You said that you have a heart that beats for me. I smiled. I was touched. You hold my hand gently and put it on your chest to feel your heartbeat. I was stunned. Never had anyone done this to me before. Tears started rolling down my cheeks. And for a moment there, i knew i've found someone who's so right, someone who will always be there for me. Everthing that you do, you do it for me. You do it because you love me. Including this blog. It's a show-off of some "kiasu-ness". But you do this cos you love me. Final words, cos you love me. Yes, and i love you too.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28080076-5390150031147985372?l=patlovereg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patlovereg.blogspot.com/feeds/5390150031147985372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28080076&amp;postID=5390150031147985372&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28080076/posts/default/5390150031147985372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28080076/posts/default/5390150031147985372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patlovereg.blogspot.com/2008/07/congrats-to-jias-ahhahaha.html' title='Congrats to the Jia&apos;S... ahhahaha'/><author><name>Regina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17157939322363975666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7423/2968/320/Valentine%27s%20Day010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28080076.post-487212178219911575</id><published>2008-07-04T17:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T17:37:49.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is such an unfair world</title><content type='html'>It's so so so so unfair that i am so speechless...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people known as YUNA (i dont mean just that CelesBaby lohh.. ahaha) seems to have a problem with my weight recently.. or my face... or whatever that they see that shows i've put on weight..... T.T First, the C.Baby saying im fat. Then the Yuna from work says i've put on weight after just one week of not seeing me T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know if i should blame TA for being a fat place, or blame Melbourne for being a fat city. Sigh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is so unfair because i still stick to my regular trips to the gym (no matter how long my working shift for the day is), i've reduce the portion of rice i eat everyday (u wont know how much i miss rice T.T), and i've even reduce the number of meals i take each day (from 3 meals plus tea time to only 2 meals and no tea time).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's worse is, i dont take trams or any public transport to work now, instead i walked for 15 to 20mins to work each day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now u tell me, isn't this so unfair??? Some people just eat and eat and yet stays tiny! hrmph!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what i should do now!! T.T I'm not going to blame the weather loh.. Because Tassie used to be sooooooo much colder and i've never look like a bun..... :'(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Disclaimer: All this is done just because you love me. You said that you loved me in the past, you love me now, and you'd still be loving me in the future. You said that you have a heart that beats for me. I smiled. I was touched. You hold my hand gently and put it on your chest to feel your heartbeat. I was stunned. Never had anyone done this to me before. Tears started rolling down my cheeks. And for a moment there, i knew i've found someone who's so right, someone who will always be there for me. Everthing that you do, you do it for me. You do it because you love me. Including this blog. It's a show-off of some "kiasu-ness". But you do this cos you love me. Final words, cos you love me. Yes, and i love you too.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28080076-487212178219911575?l=patlovereg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patlovereg.blogspot.com/feeds/487212178219911575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28080076&amp;postID=487212178219911575&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28080076/posts/default/487212178219911575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28080076/posts/default/487212178219911575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patlovereg.blogspot.com/2008/07/this-is-such-unfair-world.html' title='This is such an unfair world'/><author><name>Regina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17157939322363975666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7423/2968/320/Valentine%27s%20Day010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28080076.post-5075323813349359109</id><published>2008-07-02T20:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T17:28:02.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Im suffering from shock OMG!!</title><content type='html'>I still cant believe it when SYee broke the news to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still can't imagine we were once in the same class...&lt;br /&gt;I still can't imagine we were once in the same biochemistry group...&lt;br /&gt;I still can't imagine we were once sitting just next to each other in the biochem lab...&lt;br /&gt;I still can't imagine we were once sitting opposite each other in Ref eating lunch...&lt;br /&gt;I still can't imagine we were once sitting next to each other in the hall waiting for our names to be announced as a graduand....&lt;br /&gt;I still can't imagine i once called u a friend.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG.................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;**Link removed** &lt;/span&gt;because "this is such a shame u should not acknowledge him" - quoted from a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so freaked out now....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Disclaimer: All this is done just because you love me. You said that you loved me in the past, you love me now, and you'd still be loving me in the future. You said that you have a heart that beats for me. I smiled. I was touched. You hold my hand gently and put it on your chest to feel your heartbeat. I was stunned. Never had anyone done this to me before. Tears started rolling down my cheeks. And for a moment there, i knew i've found someone who's so right, someone who will always be there for me. Everthing that you do, you do it for me. You do it because you love me. Including this blog. It's a show-off of some "kiasu-ness". But you do this cos you love me. Final words, cos you love me. Yes, and i love you too.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28080076-5075323813349359109?l=patlovereg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patlovereg.blogspot.com/feeds/5075323813349359109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28080076&amp;postID=5075323813349359109&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28080076/posts/default/5075323813349359109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28080076/posts/default/5075323813349359109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patlovereg.blogspot.com/2008/07/im-suffering-from-shock-omg.html' title='Im suffering from shock OMG!!'/><author><name>Regina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17157939322363975666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7423/2968/320/Valentine%27s%20Day010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28080076.post-8663708082070364648</id><published>2008-07-02T16:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T16:31:04.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes!!</title><content type='html'>Time to claim back the tax :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just LOVE end of financial year! HAHA...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But not when prices everywhere starts to increase the next day.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Disclaimer: All this is done just because you love me. You said that you loved me in the past, you love me now, and you'd still be loving me in the future. You said that you have a heart that beats for me. I smiled. I was touched. You hold my hand gently and put it on your chest to feel your heartbeat. I was stunned. Never had anyone done this to me before. Tears started rolling down my cheeks. And for a moment there, i knew i've found someone who's so right, someone who will always be there for me. Everthing that you do, you do it for me. You do it because you love me. Including this blog. It's a show-off of some "kiasu-ness". But you do this cos you love me. Final words, cos you love me. Yes, and i love you too.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28080076-8663708082070364648?l=patlovereg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patlovereg.blogspot.com/feeds/8663708082070364648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28080076&amp;postID=8663708082070364648&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28080076/posts/default/8663708082070364648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28080076/posts/default/8663708082070364648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patlovereg.blogspot.com/2008/07/yes.html' title='Yes!!'/><author><name>Regina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17157939322363975666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7423/2968/320/Valentine%27s%20Day010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28080076.post-6449148867575287902</id><published>2008-06-28T18:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T18:23:28.995+08:00</updated><title type='text'>He's leaving :(</title><content type='html'>to Sabah :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for a new work environment.. I wonder if i should be feeling happy or not. T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh~.~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Disclaimer: All this is done just because you love me. You said that you loved me in the past, you love me now, and you'd still be loving me in the future. You said that you have a heart that beats for me. I smiled. I was touched. You hold my hand gently and put it on your chest to feel your heartbeat. I was stunned. Never had anyone done this to me before. Tears started rolling down my cheeks. And for a moment there, i knew i've found someone who's so right, someone who will always be there for me. Everthing that you do, you do it for me. You do it because you love me. Including this blog. It's a show-off of some "kiasu-ness". But you do this cos you love me. Final words, cos you love me. Yes, and i love you too.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28080076-6449148867575287902?l=patlovereg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patlovereg.blogspot.com/feeds/6449148867575287902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28080076&amp;postID=6449148867575287902&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28080076/posts/default/6449148867575287902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28080076/posts/default/6449148867575287902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patlovereg.blogspot.com/2008/06/hes-leaving.html' title='He&apos;s leaving :('/><author><name>Regina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17157939322363975666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7423/2968/320/Valentine%27s%20Day010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28080076.post-1442145672306296584</id><published>2008-06-26T10:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T10:25:46.154+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day off from work</title><content type='html'>always mean feeling homesick T.T cos i got totally nothing to do.. Nothing to occupy my mind and so it wanders back to HOME. sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been checking on the tickets AGAIN.. This is like the 5th time i'm doing it this week alone... WTF..  Day off = no income = spend money = shopping = die!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully i can get my TR granted as soon as possible??!! Like.. give it to me in another 2 wks time! OMG.. then i can really fly home for some "holiday" times :p But my application is still waiting for a case officer !@#$%^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got nothing to update bout! ahaha... Looking for another place to move cos.... Jess knows why! LOL... omg.. i'm still being so paranoid even after i woke up -__- ahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oohh, new friends, Angie from Penang and Wensy from Kuching :p No pics cos i cant transfer the pics from my hp. ahaha... It was totally fun fun fun having another Sarawakian talking to me.. even though we're like.. working together for only once a week -__- And my damn chio supervisor, Wern from Subang! ahahaha... Too bad.. they are not my shopping partner.. sigh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty.. im getting sleepy again @.@ Byes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Disclaimer: All this is done just because you love me. You said that you loved me in the past, you love me now, and you'd still be loving me in the future. You said that you have a heart that beats for me. I smiled. I was touched. You hold my hand gently and put it on your chest to feel your heartbeat. I was stunned. Never had anyone done this to me before. Tears started rolling down my cheeks. And for a moment there, i knew i've found someone who's so right, someone who will always be there for me. Everthing that you do, you do it for me. You do it because you love me. Including this blog. It's a show-off of some "kiasu-ness". But you do this cos you love me. Final words, cos you love me. Yes, and i love you too.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28080076-1442145672306296584?l=patlovereg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patlovereg.blogspot.com/feeds/1442145672306296584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28080076&amp;postID=1442145672306296584&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28080076/posts/default/1442145672306296584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28080076/posts/default/1442145672306296584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patlovereg.blogspot.com/2008/06/day-off-from-work.html' title='Day off from work'/><author><name>Regina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17157939322363975666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7423/2968/320/Valentine%27s%20Day010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28080076.post-6778877912187458010</id><published>2008-06-23T15:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T15:28:05.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I really can die from laughing -____-</title><content type='html'>Customer: Hi, can i have one of the snacks please?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Which one would u like, sir?&lt;br /&gt;Customer: Ohh.. just the brown one please....&lt;br /&gt;Me: -______- (Deep fried snacks mana satu bukan brown punya lehh?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: Hi, can i know what's in the chicken rice? Is it beef or pork?&lt;br /&gt;Me: -________-&lt;br /&gt;Chef: Duck inside&lt;br /&gt;Me: -_________________________-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: Can i have a plate of charcoal please?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Pardon me? A plate of what?&lt;br /&gt;Customer: Ohh.. just the charcoal please.. take away thank you&lt;br /&gt;Me: Sorry we dont sell charcoal..&lt;br /&gt;Customer: What's that no. 7? (Pointing to the pictures)&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oooohhh.. that's CHAR KWAY TEOW!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Disclaimer: All this is done just because you love me. You said that you loved me in the past, you love me now, and you'd still be loving me in the future. You said that you have a heart that beats for me. I smiled. I was touched. You hold my hand gently and put it on your chest to feel your heartbeat. I was stunned. Never had anyone done this to me before. Tears started rolling down my cheeks. And for a moment there, i knew i've found someone who's so right, someone who will always be there for me. Everthing that you do, you do it for me. You do it because you love me. Including this blog. It's a show-off of some "kiasu-ness". But you do this cos you love me. Final words, cos you love me. Yes, and i love you too.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28080076-6778877912187458010?l=patlovereg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patlovereg.blogspot.com/feeds/6778877912187458010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28080076&amp;postID=6778877912187458010&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28080076/posts/default/6778877912187458010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28080076/posts/default/6778877912187458010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patlovereg.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-really-can-die-from-laughing.html' title='I really can die from laughing -____-'/><author><name>Regina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17157939322363975666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7423/2968/320/Valentine%27s%20Day010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28080076.post-8936245557191208959</id><published>2008-06-20T18:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T18:44:15.747+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss you so much, it hurts!</title><content type='html'>Emo post, lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what's wrong with me but i've been missing you way too much. Too much, that it hurts me inside out. I'm starting to wish where you would send me to work, and pick me up after. Wait for me to knock off. Walk home with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it too much to ask? I know it's not, but maybe to us, it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missing you so much is a torture. Wern said i'm just thinking too much. Well, i hope it's true. But.. is it true? I dont know..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All i know is, i need you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XMml8ysn2SE/SFuJhqGK7wI/AAAAAAAAAl8/XVSo1kAB1_E/s1600-h/happy+%3D%29.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XMml8ysn2SE/SFuJhqGK7wI/AAAAAAAAAl8/XVSo1kAB1_E/s400/happy+%3D%29.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213912204940340994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="background: rgb(210, 209, 225) none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;color:blue;"  lang="ZH-TW"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果我還一直深愛著你...你是否還會待在我身邊?&lt;br /&gt;如果我還一直在乎著你...你是否會再多看我一眼?&lt;br /&gt;是否我已不存在了...你才感覺的到我的離開?&lt;br /&gt;是否我已離開了....你才感覺的到我對你的好?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background: rgb(210, 209, 225) none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;font-size:10;color:blue;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;~*Regina is listening to &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;别说我的眼泪你无所谓 - 东来东往 &lt;/span&gt;(miraculously my iTune is playing this song now)*&lt;br /&gt;~*Regina is feeling so hurt*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background: rgb(210, 209, 225) none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;font-size:10;color:blue;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Disclaimer: All this is done just because you love me. You said that you loved me in the past, you love me now, and you'd still be loving me in the future. You said that you have a heart that beats for me. I smiled. I was touched. You hold my hand gently and put it on your chest to feel your heartbeat. I was stunned. Never had anyone done this to me before. Tears started rolling down my cheeks. And for a moment there, i knew i've found someone who's so right, someone who will always be there for me. Everthing that you do, you do it for me. You do it because you love me. Including this blog. It's a show-off of some "kiasu-ness". But you do this cos you love me. Final words, cos you love me. Yes, and i love you too.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28080076-8936245557191208959?l=patlovereg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patlovereg.blogspot.com/feeds/8936245557191208959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28080076&amp;postID=8936245557191208959&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28080076/posts/default/8936245557191208959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28080076/posts/default/8936245557191208959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patlovereg.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-miss-you-so-much-it-hurts.html' title='I miss you so much, it hurts!'/><author><name>Regina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17157939322363975666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7423/2968/320/Valentine%27s%20Day010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XMml8ysn2SE/SFuJhqGK7wI/AAAAAAAAAl8/XVSo1kAB1_E/s72-c/happy+%3D%29.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28080076.post-7524571246943741706</id><published>2008-06-19T19:45:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T19:53:31.987+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I want wedding photos like these too</title><content type='html'>*ahahhaa* why not, if my man has a body so hot, right? =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XMml8ysn2SE/SFpIWJdOnpI/AAAAAAAAAl0/clh-Wo1nfSc/s1600-h/share-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XMml8ysn2SE/SFpIWJdOnpI/AAAAAAAAAl0/clh-Wo1nfSc/s400/share-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213559063967604370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XMml8ysn2SE/SFpHuLWgtDI/AAAAAAAAAlk/Sn8s18Pf4Oo/s1600-h/share-4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XMml8ysn2SE/SFpHuLWgtDI/AAAAAAAAAlk/Sn8s18Pf4Oo/s400/share-4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213558377281532978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XMml8ysn2SE/SFpHpIpUUqI/AAAAAAAAAlc/ZlfBlzLcDDo/s1600-h/share-3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XMml8ysn2SE/SFpHpIpUUqI/AAAAAAAAAlc/ZlfBlzLcDDo/s400/share-3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213558290655761058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XMml8ysn2SE/SFpHjX8oZWI/AAAAAAAAAlU/iL0sw4VGm6M/s1600-h/share-2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XMml8ysn2SE/SFpHjX8oZWI/AAAAAAAAAlU/iL0sw4VGm6M/s400/share-2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213558191684085090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;*droooooooooooooools*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Disclaimer: All this is done just because you love me. You said that you loved me in the past, you love me now, and you'd still be loving me in the future. You said that you have a heart that beats for me. I smiled. I was touched. You hold my hand gently and put it on your chest to feel your heartbeat. I was stunned. Never had anyone done this to me before. Tears started rolling down my cheeks. And for a moment there, i knew i've found someone who's so right, someone who will always be there for me. Everthing that you do, you do it for me. You do it because you love me. Including this blog. It's a show-off of some "kiasu-ness". But you do this cos you love me. Final words, cos you love me. Yes, and i love you too.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28080076-7524571246943741706?l=patlovereg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patlovereg.blogspot.com/feeds/7524571246943741706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28080076&amp;postID=7524571246943741706&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28080076/posts/default/7524571246943741706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28080076/posts/default/7524571246943741706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patlovereg.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-want-wedding-photos-like-these-too.html' title='I want wedding photos like these too'/><author><name>Regina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17157939322363975666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7423/2968/320/Valentine%27s%20Day010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XMml8ysn2SE/SFpIWJdOnpI/AAAAAAAAAl0/clh-Wo1nfSc/s72-c/share-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28080076.post-6906523067810216623</id><published>2008-06-15T18:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T18:08:52.217+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Father's Day 2008</title><content type='html'>Happy Father's Day to the bestest dad! I'm missing you so much =( Thank you for always being there for me, through my ups and downs. Thank you for being so patient with me. I know i've always been a bad kid and put you through worries. I'm sorry dad. Thanks for still loving me all the same =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you so much, dad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XMml8ysn2SE/SFTp21zZpgI/AAAAAAAAAlE/ISkzXshcwVE/s1600-h/P1010039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XMml8ysn2SE/SFTp21zZpgI/AAAAAAAAAlE/ISkzXshcwVE/s320/P1010039.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212047797139383810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I am who i am, because of you dad.. I love you &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Disclaimer: All this is done just because you love me. You said that you loved me in the past, you love me now, and you'd still be loving me in the future. You said that you have a heart that beats for me. I smiled. I was touched. You hold my hand gently and put it on your chest to feel your heartbeat. I was stunned. Never had anyone done this to me before. Tears started rolling down my cheeks. And for a moment there, i knew i've found someone who's so right, someone who will always be there for me. Everthing that you do, you do it for me. You do it because you love me. Including this blog. It's a show-off of some "kiasu-ness". But you do this cos you love me. Final words, cos you love me. Yes, and i love you too.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28080076-6906523067810216623?l=patlovereg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patlovereg.blogspot.com/feeds/6906523067810216623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28080076&amp;postID=6906523067810216623&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28080076/posts/default/6906523067810216623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28080076/posts/default/6906523067810216623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patlovereg.blogspot.com/2008/06/fathers-day-2008.html' title='Father&apos;s Day 2008'/><author><name>Regina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17157939322363975666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7423/2968/320/Valentine%27s%20Day010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XMml8ysn2SE/SFTp21zZpgI/AAAAAAAAAlE/ISkzXshcwVE/s72-c/P1010039.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28080076.post-8204219444920731176</id><published>2008-06-08T10:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T10:36:17.381+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Look at the amount of notifications i get in facebook</title><content type='html'>in a short time -________-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People are really active commenting on the old school days photos, despite all the exams!! ahahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i tell you this is no joke. All the "long-lost" classmates, or those "suddenly disappeared into thin air" one all come out liao =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XMml8ysn2SE/SEtFevoVl1I/AAAAAAAAAk8/w9CxroD12vI/s1600-h/faints.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XMml8ysn2SE/SEtFevoVl1I/AAAAAAAAAk8/w9CxroD12vI/s400/faints.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209333788468156242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There's moooooooooooooooore.... *grins*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Disclaimer: All this is done just because you love me. You said that you loved me in the past, you love me now, and you'd still be loving me in the future. You said that you have a heart that beats for me. I smiled. I was touched. You hold my hand gently and put it on your chest to feel your heartbeat. I was stunned. Never had anyone done this to me before. Tears started rolling down my cheeks. And for a moment there, i knew i've found someone who's so right, someone who will always be there for me. Everthing that you do, you do it for me. You do it because you love me. Including this blog. It's a show-off of some "kiasu-ness". But you do this cos you love me. Final words, cos you love me. Yes, and i love you too.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28080076-8204219444920731176?l=patlovereg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patlovereg.blogspot.com/feeds/8204219444920731176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28080076&amp;postID=8204219444920731176&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28080076/posts/default/8204219444920731176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28080076/posts/default/8204219444920731176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patlovereg.blogspot.com/2008/06/look-at-amount-of-notifications-i-get.html' title='Look at the amount of notifications i get in facebook'/><author><name>Regina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17157939322363975666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7423/2968/320/Valentine%27s%20Day010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XMml8ysn2SE/SEtFevoVl1I/AAAAAAAAAk8/w9CxroD12vI/s72-c/faints.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28080076.post-3630491582027505427</id><published>2008-06-07T17:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T17:47:26.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Precious memories</title><content type='html'>I'm laughing so hard now looking at the pictures Elv uploaded in Facebook :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't help but to rip the pictures and put it here =p in case facebook went dead one day *touchwood*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i know why a picture represents a thousand word. AHhahha.. and you should see how we all grow over the years =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XMml8ysn2SE/SEpX7ZjDVdI/AAAAAAAAAk0/F-Ya8EpqQYo/s1600-h/n852160646_3210013_9680.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XMml8ysn2SE/SEpX7ZjDVdI/AAAAAAAAAk0/F-Ya8EpqQYo/s400/n852160646_3210013_9680.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209072596989203922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;THIS.... is 13 years ago.  I'm not in there, but looking at this picture i get my memories back. I was in the same group with Steph.. aahahha... and you couldn't imagine how close we were back then -_- totally inseparable =p AND OMG, look at Peter! He's grown so much -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that's it. I have pictures of myself at this age.. like 13 years ago, 10 years, 8 years, etc.. But they all look so horrendous i'm not gonna post it up here. Ahahahha.. But that goes to say, i should take more pictures of myself from now on, cos u know u wont look the same when you're 35 =p Don't ask me why 35. It just pops into my mind. LOL....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Disclaimer: All this is done just because you love me. You said that you loved me in the past, you love me now, and you'd still be loving me in the future. You said that you have a heart that beats for me. I smiled. I was touched. You hold my hand gently and put it on your chest to feel your heartbeat. I was stunned. Never had anyone done this to me before. Tears started rolling down my cheeks. And for a moment there, i knew i've found someone who's so right, someone who will always be there for me. Everthing that you do, you do it for me. You do it because you love me. Including this blog. It's a show-off of some "kiasu-ness". But you do this cos you love me. Final words, cos you love me. Yes, and i love you too.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28080076-3630491582027505427?l=patlovereg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patlovereg.blogspot.com/feeds/3630491582027505427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28080076&amp;postID=3630491582027505427&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28080076/posts/default/3630491582027505427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28080076/posts/default/3630491582027505427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patlovereg.blogspot.com/2008/06/precious-memories.html' title='Precious memories'/><author><name>Regina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17157939322363975666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7423/2968/320/Valentine%27s%20Day010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XMml8ysn2SE/SEpX7ZjDVdI/AAAAAAAAAk0/F-Ya8EpqQYo/s72-c/n852160646_3210013_9680.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28080076.post-8173642360706583372</id><published>2008-05-26T20:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T20:57:09.194+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Living like a nomad</title><content type='html'>is not fun at all -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jia Li.. i dont know why u can enjoy doing that hahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, im staying in the city now... Gonna be moving again pretty soon -____- maybe to Hawthorn.. who knows, but definitely on the move :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kinda like this place here now, though it's quite small and run down and the rental is sooooooo expensive it burnt my bank account + pocket + purse + pay slip.. LOL.... but the location's real good :D can get to work without having to validate my ticket :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And housemate is real good :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately im still very much in love with that place in Hawthorn :P and Joanne just called to ask if i want it cos she can't find anyone more suitable than me lolol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good nite.....................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Disclaimer: All this is done just because you love me. You said that you loved me in the past, you love me now, and you'd still be loving me in the future. You said that you have a heart that beats for me. I smiled. I was touched. You hold my hand gently and put it on your chest to feel your heartbeat. I was stunned. Never had anyone done this to me before. Tears started rolling down my cheeks. And for a moment there, i knew i've found someone who's so right, someone who will always be there for me. Everthing that you do, you do it for me. You do it because you love me. Including this blog. It's a show-off of some "kiasu-ness". But you do this cos you love me. Final words, cos you love me. Yes, and i love you too.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28080076-8173642360706583372?l=patlovereg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patlovereg.blogspot.com/feeds/8173642360706583372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28080076&amp;postID=8173642360706583372&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28080076/posts/default/8173642360706583372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28080076/posts/default/8173642360706583372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patlovereg.blogspot.com/2008/05/living-like-nomad.html' title='Living like a nomad'/><author><name>Regina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17157939322363975666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7423/2968/320/Valentine%27s%20Day010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28080076.post-1574449663412273230</id><published>2008-05-21T13:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T13:03:40.804+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting caught</title><content type='html'>for the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SECOND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; time....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF....... just imagine how unlucky i am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im hating melbourne more and more @#$%^&amp;amp;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Disclaimer: All this is done just because you love me. You said that you loved me in the past, you love me now, and you'd still be loving me in the future. You said that you have a heart that beats for me. I smiled. I was touched. You hold my hand gently and put it on your chest to feel your heartbeat. I was stunned. Never had anyone done this to me before. Tears started rolling down my cheeks. And for a moment there, i knew i've found someone who's so right, someone who will always be there for me. Everthing that you do, you do it for me. You do it because you love me. Including this blog. It's a show-off of some "kiasu-ness". But you do this cos you love me. Final words, cos you love me. Yes, and i love you too.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28080076-1574449663412273230?l=patlovereg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patlovereg.blogspot.com/feeds/1574449663412273230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28080076&amp;postID=1574449663412273230&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28080076/posts/default/1574449663412273230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28080076/posts/default/1574449663412273230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patlovereg.blogspot.com/2008/05/getting-caught.html' title='Getting caught'/><author><name>Regina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17157939322363975666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7423/2968/320/Valentine%27s%20Day010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28080076.post-9189697646983561692</id><published>2008-05-16T09:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T09:39:20.369+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Which is better?</title><content type='html'>Staying, or going back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 week left and i can't still make up my mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Disclaimer: All this is done just because you love me. You said that you loved me in the past, you love me now, and you'd still be loving me in the future. You said that you have a heart that beats for me. I smiled. I was touched. You hold my hand gently and put it on your chest to feel your heartbeat. I was stunned. Never had anyone done this to me before. Tears started rolling down my cheeks. And for a moment there, i knew i've found someone who's so right, someone who will always be there for me. Everthing that you do, you do it for me. You do it because you love me. Including this blog. It's a show-off of some "kiasu-ness". But you do this cos you love me. Final words, cos you love me. Yes, and i love you too.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28080076-9189697646983561692?l=patlovereg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patlovereg.blogspot.com/feeds/9189697646983561692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28080076&amp;postID=9189697646983561692&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28080076/posts/default/9189697646983561692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28080076/posts/default/9189697646983561692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patlovereg.blogspot.com/2008/05/which-is-better.html' title='Which is better?'/><author><name>Regina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17157939322363975666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7423/2968/320/Valentine%27s%20Day010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28080076.post-1428377062522884237</id><published>2008-05-13T16:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T16:14:33.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TA</title><content type='html'>I enjoyed every bit of this job. Though it might not be the best profession in the world, i thoroughly enjoyed every bit working with the people here. They are reaaaaaallly nice i tell ya! Especially Natalie and Danny :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just sad all these are not gonna last long... :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Disclaimer: All this is done just because you love me. You said that you loved me in the past, you love me now, and you'd still be loving me in the future. You said that you have a heart that beats for me. I smiled. I was touched. You hold my hand gently and put it on your chest to feel your heartbeat. I was stunned. Never had anyone done this to me before. Tears started rolling down my cheeks. And for a moment there, i knew i've found someone who's so right, someone who will always be there for me. Everthing that you do, you do it for me. You do it because you love me. Including this blog. It's a show-off of some "kiasu-ness". But you do this cos you love me. Final words, cos you love me. Yes, and i love you too.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28080076-1428377062522884237?l=patlovereg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patlovereg.blogspot.com/feeds/1428377062522884237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28080076&amp;postID=1428377062522884237&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28080076/posts/default/1428377062522884237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28080076/posts/default/1428377062522884237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patlovereg.blogspot.com/2008/05/ta.html' title='TA'/><author><name>Regina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17157939322363975666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7423/2968/320/Valentine%27s%20Day010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28080076.post-4215366151828721803</id><published>2008-05-08T14:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T14:31:04.642+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mum, i have something to tell you</title><content type='html'>I know you're clueless i kept a blog all this while. And i know there's no way you're going to come across this blog. But if one day you do, mum, i want you to know that i loved you, i love you, and will always love you...&lt;br /&gt;And i've always wanted to tell you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum, i wish to go back but i know you will be unhappy.. and i don't want you to be sad or even angry with me.. I really want to help bro's education but i really don't like Aust.. I just think this is not the place for me.. I tried to settle down here but i've been really unhappy since i moved to Melb, 2 months ago.. My heart is always at home. I don't want to be alone. Loneliness has always been the biggest fear in my life, mum.. I know you got a lot of problems in the office these days and I tried to be really good, I don't want to add to your troubles again, and i want to be there for you, mum.. I really want to see you smile and be happy again. I don't dare to make the decision of moving to Perth because i'm also worried i might not be happy over there and will decide to move again in the future and i also understand that it is going to cost a lot of money so i really don't know what else i can do.. It's not that i did not try to look for a job.. I really tried.. Please believe me.. Since i decided to come back to Aust again after the CNY, i'm really firm on the ground that i want to look for a job and save money for home.. I don't know how to tell you all these because i don't know why you seems to have lost your trust in me and you've been thinking i'm really disobedient.. But i swear there is nothing that i did or wanna do that is against your will, other than i'm longing to go home.. I know it's very unfair for bro but if i can really turn back time, i will choose not to come here in the first place.. Maybe you think i'm going to make you lose face if i go home just like that without a career or anything, but i really want to be with you.. I really want to be beside you when you need someone to be there. You always act strong in front of us but i totally understand how you feel deep down. I'm really lost.. I don't know what else i can do. I'm sorry mum.. I'm really sorry i let you down.. i love you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since Mother's Day is just 3 days away, and i don't know where i'm gonna be that time or doing what, mum, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Happy Mother's Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in advance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;*************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy 4th Anniversary to the boy who holds the key to my heart! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Please remember, I love you too &lt;3&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Disclaimer: All this is done just because you love me. You said that you loved me in the past, you love me now, and you'd still be loving me in the future. You said that you have a heart that beats for me. I smiled. I was touched. You hold my hand gently and put it on your chest to feel your heartbeat. I was stunned. Never had anyone done this to me before. Tears started rolling down my cheeks. And for a moment there, i knew i've found someone who's so right, someone who will always be there for me. Everthing that you do, you do it for me. You do it because you love me. Including this blog. It's a show-off of some "kiasu-ness". But you do this cos you love me. Final words, cos you love me. Yes, and i love you too.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28080076-4215366151828721803?l=patlovereg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patlovereg.blogspot.com/feeds/4215366151828721803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28080076&amp;postID=4215366151828721803&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28080076/posts/default/4215366151828721803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28080076/posts/default/4215366151828721803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patlovereg.blogspot.com/2008/05/mum-i-have-something-to-tell-you.html' title='Mum, i have something to tell you'/><author><name>Regina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17157939322363975666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7423/2968/320/Valentine%27s%20Day010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28080076.post-9191975747158170639</id><published>2008-05-03T20:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T20:33:13.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DeeP TrouBle</title><content type='html'>Im in deep shit this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will be mia for some times... zzzzzzzz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Disclaimer: All this is done just because you love me. You said that you loved me in the past, you love me now, and you'd still be loving me in the future. You said that you have a heart that beats for me. I smiled. I was touched. You hold my hand gently and put it on your chest to feel your heartbeat. I was stunned. Never had anyone done this to me before. Tears started rolling down my cheeks. And for a moment there, i knew i've found someone who's so right, someone who will always be there for me. Everthing that you do, you do it for me. You do it because you love me. Including this blog. It's a show-off of some "kiasu-ness". But you do this cos you love me. Final words, cos you love me. Yes, and i love you too.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28080076-9191975747158170639?l=patlovereg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patlovereg.blogspot.com/feeds/9191975747158170639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28080076&amp;postID=9191975747158170639&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28080076/posts/default/9191975747158170639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28080076/posts/default/9191975747158170639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patlovereg.blogspot.com/2008/05/deep-trouble.html' title='DeeP TrouBle'/><author><name>Regina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17157939322363975666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7423/2968/320/Valentine%27s%20Day010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28080076.post-3619989460585700983</id><published>2008-04-26T18:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T18:41:01.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ToRtuReD</title><content type='html'>I'm being tortured!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ran the threadmill for 1.5 hours straight today -______- then 45 mins yoga -______-""&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a monster personal trainer &gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im feeling like a jellyfish now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tsk tsk! I went into the sauna &amp;amp; steaming room after my yoga class and realised it's for unisex.. so steaming-ly &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!! :p *wink*&lt;br /&gt;But i have this thing popping in my mind &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ALL&lt;/span&gt; the time while im in there, &lt;s&gt;getting hot and steaming with baybee in there &lt;/s&gt;-___- hahahaha... now..... nothing's wrong right? :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Disclaimer: All this is done just because you love me. You said that you loved me in the past, you love me now, and you'd still be loving me in the future. You said that you have a heart that beats for me. I smiled. I was touched. You hold my hand gently and put it on your chest to feel your heartbeat. I was stunned. Never had anyone done this to me before. Tears started rolling down my cheeks. And for a moment there, i knew i've found someone who's so right, someone who will always be there for me. Everthing that you do, you do it for me. You do it because you love me. Including this blog. It's a show-off of some "kiasu-ness". But you do this cos you love me. Final words, cos you love me. Yes, and i love you too.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28080076-3619989460585700983?l=patlovereg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patlovereg.blogspot.com/feeds/3619989460585700983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28080076&amp;postID=3619989460585700983&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28080076/posts/default/3619989460585700983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28080076/posts/default/3619989460585700983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patlovereg.blogspot.com/2008/04/tortured.html' title='ToRtuReD'/><author><name>Regina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17157939322363975666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7423/2968/320/Valentine%27s%20Day010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28080076.post-6979524200426140453</id><published>2008-04-25T18:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T18:09:51.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My chatbox is back!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Hahahahha........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XMml8ysn2SE/SBGtzRz_FHI/AAAAAAAAAks/sfdm8hLKGFs/s1600-h/haha.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 442px; height: 172px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XMml8ysn2SE/SBGtzRz_FHI/AAAAAAAAAks/sfdm8hLKGFs/s400/haha.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193122941801272434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOL!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Disclaimer: All this is done just because you love me. You said that you loved me in the past, you love me now, and you'd still be loving me in the future. You said that you have a heart that beats for me. I smiled. I was touched. You hold my hand gently and put it on your chest to feel your heartbeat. I was stunned. Never had anyone done this to me before. Tears started rolling down my cheeks. And for a moment there, i knew i've found someone who's so right, someone who will always be there for me. Everthing that you do, you do it for me. You do it because you love me. Including this blog. It's a show-off of some "kiasu-ness". But you do this cos you love me. Final words, cos you love me. Yes, and i love you too.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28080076-6979524200426140453?l=patlovereg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patlovereg.blogspot.com/feeds/6979524200426140453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28080076&amp;postID=6979524200426140453&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28080076/posts/default/6979524200426140453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28080076/posts/default/6979524200426140453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patlovereg.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-chatbox-is-back.html' title='My chatbox is back!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Regina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17157939322363975666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7423/2968/320/Valentine%27s%20Day010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XMml8ysn2SE/SBGtzRz_FHI/AAAAAAAAAks/sfdm8hLKGFs/s72-c/haha.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28080076.post-374382215528545919</id><published>2008-04-25T09:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T10:21:06.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>碰上这种男人 你可以嫁了</title><content type='html'>JWen showed me this article last night, and ask "eih, your boyfriend is it like this one?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-____________________________-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish loh... hahaha :P at least &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;half&lt;/span&gt; of these i also happy liao -___-""&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有点害羞，但曾在分别街头，大声说我爱你。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;拥抱很久，很紧——每次你起身时几乎是需要慢慢推开他&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;朦胧醒来轻呼你的名字——没有呼错。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;记得你的生日，鞋号，密码，最怕的事。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;笑起来很像个坏蛋——其实不是。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不舒服时，请假带你去看医生，回来路上买冰淇淋作奖励。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;雨天散步背你过积水，说：你还可以再胖一些啊。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;帮你做家务，每天，边做边聊天。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;吵嘴时不会一走了之。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;阅读女士脱毛器的说明书然后教你怎么用。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;常常说，有我呢。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;告诉你——24小时随时打电话给他。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;说谎时结巴。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;送你的花是盆花，替你浇水。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;比你高，你取不到的东西让他取。but dont call me a shorty afterwards -__-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;重大的事情和你商量，比如明年的投资计划，周末野餐带不带烧烤架，&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;晚上吃大白菜 还是小白菜。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在商店的洗手间外面等你。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你感冒了，他还是会用你的杯子喝水。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;喜欢你，从未犹豫，从不把你和别的女人比较。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;对女人有风度，也有距离。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;和他在一起不怕死——也不害怕活下去…… :D :D :D *beams*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh oh.... and one more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;和大人在一起像大人，和孩子在一起像孩子，&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;和狗在一起像狗。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;WTF~~             &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-________-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Disclaimer: All this is done just because you love me. You said that you loved me in the past, you love me now, and you'd still be loving me in the future. You said that you have a heart that beats for me. I smiled. I was touched. You hold my hand gently and put it on your chest to feel your heartbeat. I was stunned. Never had anyone done this to me before. Tears started rolling down my cheeks. And for a moment there, i knew i've found someone who's so right, someone who will always be there for me. Everthing that you do, you do it for me. You do it because you love me. Including this blog. It's a show-off of some "kiasu-ness". But you do this cos you love me. Final words, cos you love me. Yes, and i love you too.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28080076-374382215528545919?l=patlovereg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patlovereg.blogspot.com/feeds/374382215528545919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28080076&amp;postID=374382215528545919&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28080076/posts/default/374382215528545919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28080076/posts/default/374382215528545919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patlovereg.blogspot.com/2008/04/blog-post_25.html' title='碰上这种男人 你可以嫁了'/><author><name>Regina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17157939322363975666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7423/2968/320/Valentine%27s%20Day010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28080076.post-2829208856779253492</id><published>2008-04-24T18:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T18:32:01.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I |0v3 Y0u</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;"如果我爱上一个人，我会时时刻刻思念着他，就算不能见面也没有关系，只要他同样牵　挂着我，我就心满意足了。"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it really that simple? I wonder~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Disclaimer: All this is done just because you love me. You said that you loved me in the past, you love me now, and you'd still be loving me in the future. You said that you have a heart that beats for me. I smiled. I was touched. You hold my hand gently and put it on your chest to feel your heartbeat. I was stunned. Never had anyone done this to me before. Tears started rolling down my cheeks. And for a moment there, i knew i've found someone who's so right, someone who will always be there for me. Everthing that you do, you do it for me. You do it because you love me. Including this blog. It's a show-off of some "kiasu-ness". But you do this cos you love me. Final words, cos you love me. Yes, and i love you too.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28080076-2829208856779253492?l=patlovereg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patlovereg.blogspot.com/feeds/2829208856779253492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28080076&amp;postID=2829208856779253492&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28080076/posts/default/2829208856779253492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28080076/posts/default/2829208856779253492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patlovereg.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-0v3-y0u.html' title='I |0v3 Y0u'/><author><name>Regina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17157939322363975666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7423/2968/320/Valentine%27s%20Day010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28080076.post-722585239427688426</id><published>2008-04-24T18:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T18:19:46.469+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GyM</title><content type='html'>I hit the gym today. I'm determined to make it my daily routine... at least for now. Everyone knows how long im gonna last. hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told my personal trainer i want a new body for the summer.. ahhaha... i wanna go to the beaches with bikinis.... LOL.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and she said she's gonna change a new PT for me...   crap! :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.... finger crosses for now but let's see how long im gonna stay determined! :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Disclaimer: All this is done just because you love me. You said that you loved me in the past, you love me now, and you'd still be loving me in the future. You said that you have a heart that beats for me. I smiled. I was touched. You hold my hand gently and put it on your chest to feel your heartbeat. I was stunned. Never had anyone done this to me before. Tears started rolling down my cheeks. And for a moment there, i knew i've found someone who's so right, someone who will always be there for me. Everthing that you do, you do it for me. You do it because you love me. Including this blog. It's a show-off of some "kiasu-ness". But you do this cos you love me. Final words, cos you love me. Yes, and i love you too.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28080076-722585239427688426?l=patlovereg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patlovereg.blogspot.com/feeds/722585239427688426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28080076&amp;postID=722585239427688426&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28080076/posts/default/722585239427688426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28080076/posts/default/722585239427688426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patlovereg.blogspot.com/2008/04/gym.html' title='GyM'/><author><name>Regina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17157939322363975666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7423/2968/320/Valentine%27s%20Day010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28080076.post-6499470301279785868</id><published>2008-04-24T00:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T00:22:49.277+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hope and Faith</title><content type='html'>Hope hope hope, faith faith faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;hoping&lt;/span&gt; for some good news when i open my eyes tmrw morning. It's 2:20am now, Melbourne time. And im going to sleep after this. And i want to hear good news tmrw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos if not, my life's gonna be totally wasted and i do not know my directions anymore. So God, please, give me a direction and show me what to do. Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnite!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Disclaimer: All this is done just because you love me. You said that you loved me in the past, you love me now, and you'd still be loving me in the future. You said that you have a heart that beats for me. I smiled. I was touched. You hold my hand gently and put it on your chest to feel your heartbeat. I was stunned. Never had anyone done this to me before. Tears started rolling down my cheeks. And for a moment there, i knew i've found someone who's so right, someone who will always be there for me. Everthing that you do, you do it for me. You do it because you love me. Including this blog. It's a show-off of some "kiasu-ness". But you do this cos you love me. Final words, cos you love me. Yes, and i love you too.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28080076-6499470301279785868?l=patlovereg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patlovereg.blogspot.com/feeds/6499470301279785868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28080076&amp;postID=6499470301279785868&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28080076/posts/default/6499470301279785868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28080076/posts/default/6499470301279785868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patlovereg.blogspot.com/2008/04/hope-and-faith.html' title='Hope and Faith'/><author><name>Regina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17157939322363975666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7423/2968/320/Valentine%27s%20Day010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28080076.post-78323724140711493</id><published>2008-04-23T10:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T10:26:34.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just when i thought we were at the dead ends</title><content type='html'>Just when i thought our r/ships got no more turning back, just when everything seems so sour and just when nothing each of us done seems right for the other.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i saw the rainbow at the far end :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been really really down these days with some personal issue.. good mood is not on my list at all. Everything i do seems wrong. i know, depression and stuff. It's just far beyond words. Down-est of the down-est. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, thank you baybee for treating me so good :D you wouldn't know how much it actually meant to me, especially at these moments of my life. Thank you, for making this r/ships having another new start (hopefully!). I wish this would never end. Time would just stand still and you would treat me forever like this. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: Im NOT pms-ing! Just feeling edgy or having mood swings but totally unrelated to PMS okay??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s/s: I'm waiting for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that &lt;/span&gt;time to come, when u would send me to work in the morning, and pick me up in the evening, going back to our cosy little home :D *crosses fingers* i really wish this day would come..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Disclaimer: All this is done just because you love me. You said that you loved me in the past, you love me now, and you'd still be loving me in the future. You said that you have a heart that beats for me. I smiled. I was touched. You hold my hand gently and put it on your chest to feel your heartbeat. I was stunned. Never had anyone done this to me before. Tears started rolling down my cheeks. And for a moment there, i knew i've found someone who's so right, someone who will always be there for me. Everthing that you do, you do it for me. You do it because you love me. Including this blog. It's a show-off of some "kiasu-ness". But you do this cos you love me. Final words, cos you love me. Yes, and i love you too.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28080076-78323724140711493?l=patlovereg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patlovereg.blogspot.com/feeds/78323724140711493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28080076&amp;postID=78323724140711493&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28080076/posts/default/78323724140711493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28080076/posts/default/78323724140711493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patlovereg.blogspot.com/2008/04/just-when-i-thought-we-were-at-dead.html' title='Just when i thought we were at the dead ends'/><author><name>Regina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17157939322363975666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7423/2968/320/Valentine%27s%20Day010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28080076.post-241429672254716774</id><published>2008-04-22T10:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T10:03:48.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>depression</title><content type='html'>i think im already at the terminal stage for some kind of depression. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;any medicine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bcos.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even suicide is on my mind now -_______________-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Disclaimer: All this is done just because you love me. You said that you loved me in the past, you love me now, and you'd still be loving me in the future. You said that you have a heart that beats for me. I smiled. I was touched. You hold my hand gently and put it on your chest to feel your heartbeat. I was stunned. Never had anyone done this to me before. Tears started rolling down my cheeks. And for a moment there, i knew i've found someone who's so right, someone who will always be there for me. Everthing that you do, you do it for me. You do it because you love me. Including this blog. It's a show-off of some "kiasu-ness". But you do this cos you love me. Final words, cos you love me. Yes, and i love you too.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28080076-241429672254716774?l=patlovereg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patlovereg.blogspot.com/feeds/241429672254716774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28080076&amp;postID=241429672254716774&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28080076/posts/default/241429672254716774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28080076/posts/default/241429672254716774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patlovereg.blogspot.com/2008/04/depression.html' title='depression'/><author><name>Regina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17157939322363975666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7423/2968/320/Valentine%27s%20Day010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28080076.post-6790749686588078567</id><published>2008-04-19T09:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T09:51:21.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a new turnover :)</title><content type='html'>Im glad bad things are coming to an end. Im glad things are changing for the better now :) Im glad mummy is smiling and laughing again. Im just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; glad she's able to laugh at my lame jokes again :D Thanks God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With such things occurring now and then at home, it really freaks me out everytime my handphone rang and the screen shows "withheld" or "private number". I dont know why. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I just don't&lt;/span&gt;. I got a private number call this morning at 4am Melbourne time, and thought it was just baybee noticing me that he's reached home from movies, but the phone keep ringing and i just gotta pick it up. And im covered in sweats and thousands of things flashed through my mind when i heard it's mummy's voice at the other end. I sat up straight in bed and was really lost in thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It happens that mummy got a private number call too and she thought it was me calling her -__- and daddy asked her to call back and "check on our little girl".. HAHAHAHA.... my heart's smiling right now cos i feel so loved :P and mysteriously, i woke up this morning to 3 private numbers missed call. It's really spooky cos it wasn't baybee and when i called back home, daddy said they didnt call another time after realising im safe and sound and still whole. haha :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway..... the past few days has been really dull for me. Still waiting for interviews from other company. Still waiting for the notice from Sydney. I called and asked them but mummy said i'm so loso (long-winded) hahaha.. I just need the job desperately mah.. and Karen and Connie asked me to call and ask, to show some sincerity. haha :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrite... baybee turned 23! Another year older. Time to start a family. Time to get into the bed and get it moving. HAHAHAHA :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Disclaimer: All this is done just because you love me. You said that you loved me in the past, you love me now, and you'd still be loving me in the future. You said that you have a heart that beats for me. I smiled. I was touched. You hold my hand gently and put it on your chest to feel your heartbeat. I was stunned. Never had anyone done this to me before. Tears started rolling down my cheeks. And for a moment there, i knew i've found someone who's so right, someone who will always be there for me. Everthing that you do, you do it for me. You do it because you love me. Including this blog. It's a show-off of some "kiasu-ness". But you do this cos you love me. Final words, cos you love me. Yes, and i love you too.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28080076-6790749686588078567?l=patlovereg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patlovereg.blogspot.com/feeds/6790749686588078567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28080076&amp;postID=6790749686588078567&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28080076/posts/default/6790749686588078567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28080076/posts/default/6790749686588078567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patlovereg.blogspot.com/2008/04/new-turnover.html' title='a new turnover :)'/><author><name>Regina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17157939322363975666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7423/2968/320/Valentine%27s%20Day010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28080076.post-8717307305149380621</id><published>2008-04-17T09:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T09:20:40.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You gave me a sleepless night on the eve of your birthday</title><content type='html'>How could you do this to me?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew it was your birthday today and you probably wanna celebrate the "counting down" with your friends and colleagues last night but how could you put me aside and let me have a sleepless night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could you possibly sleep well, not knowing where your other half is, what he/she is doing, what time he/she would be back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could you have not wake up every hour to check on your phone, to see if he/she has called or left a message? (Same thing as waking up every hour to check on the empty space beside you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could you possibly have a peaceful night, not thinking of this and that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially when you like hanging out so often these days and drink like mad even when you know you need to drive home?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially when i asked you to let me know once you reached home, safe and sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially when you knew all along, that i am waiting for you but could not tell you so, because you're going to tell me hurtful words ie i'm locking you up by waiting for you (yeah i know it's very wtf)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could you ever do this to me. Just one phone call is enough to put me into deep sleep but is it just that hard?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, if these panda eyes of mine really gave you some fun times and happiness last night, then i guess it's worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy Birthday! &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Disclaimer: All this is done just because you love me. You said that you loved me in the past, you love me now, and you'd still be loving me in the future. You said that you have a heart that beats for me. I smiled. I was touched. You hold my hand gently and put it on your chest to feel your heartbeat. I was stunned. Never had anyone done this to me before. Tears started rolling down my cheeks. And for a moment there, i knew i've found someone who's so right, someone who will always be there for me. Everthing that you do, you do it for me. You do it because you love me. Including this blog. It's a show-off of some "kiasu-ness". But you do this cos you love me. Final words, cos you love me. Yes, and i love you too.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28080076-8717307305149380621?l=patlovereg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patlovereg.blogspot.com/feeds/8717307305149380621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28080076&amp;postID=8717307305149380621&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28080076/posts/default/8717307305149380621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28080076/posts/default/8717307305149380621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patlovereg.blogspot.com/2008/04/you-gave-me-sleepless-night-on-eve-of.html' title='You gave me a sleepless night on the eve of your birthday'/><author><name>Regina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17157939322363975666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7423/2968/320/Valentine%27s%20Day010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28080076.post-3993001444601032484</id><published>2008-04-14T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T22:04:04.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:'(</title><content type='html'>this is so not good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*pray*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Disclaimer: All this is done just because you love me. You said that you loved me in the past, you love me now, and you'd still be loving me in the future. You said that you have a heart that beats for me. I smiled. I was touched. You hold my hand gently and put it on your chest to feel your heartbeat. I was stunned. Never had anyone done this to me before. Tears started rolling down my cheeks. And for a moment there, i knew i've found someone who's so right, someone who will always be there for me. Everthing that you do, you do it for me. You do it because you love me. Including this blog. It's a show-off of some "kiasu-ness". But you do this cos you love me. Final words, cos you love me. Yes, and i love you too.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28080076-3993001444601032484?l=patlovereg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patlovereg.blogspot.com/feeds/3993001444601032484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28080076&amp;postID=3993001444601032484&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28080076/posts/default/3993001444601032484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28080076/posts/default/3993001444601032484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patlovereg.blogspot.com/2008/04/blog-post_14.html' title=':&apos;('/><author><name>Regina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17157939322363975666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7423/2968/320/Valentine%27s%20Day010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28080076.post-1370261237585387924</id><published>2008-04-12T12:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T12:16:17.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish there were more moments like this</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XMml8ysn2SE/SAA3c2zV6KI/AAAAAAAAAkk/LysCsz8VAtw/s1600-h/P1010039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XMml8ysn2SE/SAA3c2zV6KI/AAAAAAAAAkk/LysCsz8VAtw/s400/P1010039.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188207739617536162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;where i can look so "mini" :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Disclaimer: All this is done just because you love me. You said that you loved me in the past, you love me now, and you'd still be loving me in the future. You said that you have a heart that beats for me. I smiled. I was touched. You hold my hand gently and put it on your chest to feel your heartbeat. I was stunned. Never had anyone done this to me before. Tears started rolling down my cheeks. And for a moment there, i knew i've found someone who's so right, someone who will always be there for me. Everthing that you do, you do it for me. You do it because you love me. Including this blog. It's a show-off of some "kiasu-ness". But you do this cos you love me. Final words, cos you love me. Yes, and i love you too.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28080076-1370261237585387924?l=patlovereg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patlovereg.blogspot.com/feeds/1370261237585387924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28080076&amp;postID=1370261237585387924&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28080076/posts/default/1370261237585387924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28080076/posts/default/1370261237585387924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patlovereg.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-wish-there-were-more-moments-like.html' title='I wish there were more moments like this'/><author><name>Regina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17157939322363975666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7423/2968/320/Valentine%27s%20Day010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XMml8ysn2SE/SAA3c2zV6KI/AAAAAAAAAkk/LysCsz8VAtw/s72-c/P1010039.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28080076.post-7228360123969311634</id><published>2008-04-11T08:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T08:37:47.167+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busted</title><content type='html'>My phone bill last month came up with a freaking total of  &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AUD173.95!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now now... &lt;s&gt;should i rob Commonwealth Bank or ANZ Bank??&lt;/s&gt; Sigh!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Disclaimer: All this is done just because you love me. You said that you loved me in the past, you love me now, and you'd still be loving me in the future. You said that you have a heart that beats for me. I smiled. I was touched. You hold my hand gently and put it on your chest to feel your heartbeat. I was stunned. Never had anyone done this to me before. Tears started rolling down my cheeks. And for a moment there, i knew i've found someone who's so right, someone who will always be there for me. Everthing that you do, you do it for me. You do it because you love me. Including this blog. It's a show-off of some "kiasu-ness". But you do this cos you love me. Final words, cos you love me. Yes, and i love you too.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28080076-7228360123969311634?l=patlovereg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patlovereg.blogspot.com/feeds/7228360123969311634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28080076&amp;postID=7228360123969311634&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28080076/posts/default/7228360123969311634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28080076/posts/default/7228360123969311634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patlovereg.blogspot.com/2008/04/busted.html' title='Busted'/><author><name>Regina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17157939322363975666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7423/2968/320/Valentine%27s%20Day010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28080076.post-8002897098010381358</id><published>2008-04-10T19:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T19:45:48.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I made you a cookie but i eated it</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XMml8ysn2SE/R_39zGzV6JI/AAAAAAAAAkc/YnsLIYweqGw/s1600-h/pon-and-zi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XMml8ysn2SE/R_39zGzV6JI/AAAAAAAAAkc/YnsLIYweqGw/s400/pon-and-zi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187581400241793170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Disclaimer: All this is done just because you love me. You said that you loved me in the past, you love me now, and you'd still be loving me in the future. You said that you have a heart that beats for me. I smiled. I was touched. You hold my hand gently and put it on your chest to feel your heartbeat. I was stunned. Never had anyone done this to me before. Tears started rolling down my cheeks. And for a moment there, i knew i've found someone who's so right, someone who will always be there for me. Everthing that you do, you do it for me. You do it because you love me. Including this blog. It's a show-off of some "kiasu-ness". But you do this cos you love me. Final words, cos you love me. Yes, and i love you too.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28080076-8002897098010381358?l=patlovereg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patlovereg.blogspot.com/feeds/8002897098010381358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28080076&amp;postID=8002897098010381358&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28080076/posts/default/8002897098010381358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28080076/posts/default/8002897098010381358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patlovereg.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-made-you-cookie-but-i-eated-it.html' title='I made you a cookie but i eated it'/><author><name>Regina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17157939322363975666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7423/2968/320/Valentine%27s%20Day010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XMml8ysn2SE/R_39zGzV6JI/AAAAAAAAAkc/YnsLIYweqGw/s72-c/pon-and-zi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28080076.post-5447558795382030306</id><published>2008-04-09T20:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T20:21:50.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An unfamiliar place</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XMml8ysn2SE/R_yzIkeQ4uI/AAAAAAAAAkU/RfFauOwFpzk/s1600-h/DSC00017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XMml8ysn2SE/R_yzIkeQ4uI/AAAAAAAAAkU/RfFauOwFpzk/s320/DSC00017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187217830634906338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was here alone, in a crowded place with not even one familiar face. For 2 days. And i survived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wandering on these streets aren't easy. Standing at the traffic light junctions, i did not do what the locals did. Instead, i just stand still... and watch the world goes by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuzzie Connie said "the San i knew was long gone. U've really grown up to be a brave girl now. Im so proud of u".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was that because this time round, i really traveled alone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know.. i wish i was as brave as what u guys think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i get jelly legs when i went in the lab this morning after the interview. ROoms and RoOms of blood... T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evident that i am no brave girl...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Disclaimer: All this is done just because you love me. You said that you loved me in the past, you love me now, and you'd still be loving me in the future. You said that you have a heart that beats for me. I smiled. I was touched. You hold my hand gently and put it on your chest to feel your heartbeat. I was stunned. Never had anyone done this to me before. Tears started rolling down my cheeks. And for a moment there, i knew i've found someone who's so right, someone who will always be there for me. Everthing that you do, you do it for me. You do it because you love me. Including this blog. It's a show-off of some "kiasu-ness". But you do this cos you love me. Final words, cos you love me. Yes, and i love you too.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28080076-5447558795382030306?l=patlovereg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patlovereg.blogspot.com/feeds/5447558795382030306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28080076&amp;postID=5447558795382030306&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28080076/posts/default/5447558795382030306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28080076/posts/default/5447558795382030306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patlovereg.blogspot.com/2008/04/unfamiliar-place.html' title='An unfamiliar place'/><author><name>Regina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17157939322363975666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7423/2968/320/Valentine%27s%20Day010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XMml8ysn2SE/R_yzIkeQ4uI/AAAAAAAAAkU/RfFauOwFpzk/s72-c/DSC00017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28080076.post-4470514582204912083</id><published>2008-04-06T17:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T17:25:55.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love the standard time</title><content type='html'>and im glad daylight savings end already.&lt;br /&gt;I gained another hour :D but it's all crap since i dont need that extra hour to rush for assignments now. haha.. anybody rushing for assignments or studying for exams that need that one extra hour? haahhaha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway... i still dont get it why they can just add another hour or take away another hour &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;just like that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;**************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went shopping yesterday, for some officewear -_______- i felt really old, y'know? Just like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Suddenly 30&lt;/span&gt;! I get that feel now. Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;All bcos mummy said i need to give people a good first impression, sort of like i &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; the working type! Ahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But like usual, i ended up buying other stuffs. Dont worry.. i did not overspent.. cos i just manage to grab a Aud3 denim skirts! Ahahaha.... good savings! :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Oh... i've removed that chatbox due to some personal reason. hah!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Disclaimer: All this is done just because you love me. You said that you loved me in the past, you love me now, and you'd still be loving me in the future. You said that you have a heart that beats for me. I smiled. I was touched. You hold my hand gently and put it on your chest to feel your heartbeat. I was stunned. Never had anyone done this to me before. Tears started rolling down my cheeks. And for a moment there, i knew i've found someone who's so right, someone who will always be there for me. Everthing that you do, you do it for me. You do it because you love me. Including this blog. It's a show-off of some "kiasu-ness". But you do this cos you love me. Final words, cos you love me. Yes, and i love you too.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28080076-4470514582204912083?l=patlovereg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patlovereg.blogspot.com/feeds/4470514582204912083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28080076&amp;postID=4470514582204912083&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28080076/posts/default/4470514582204912083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28080076/posts/default/4470514582204912083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patlovereg.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-love-standard-time.html' title='I love the standard time'/><author><name>Regina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17157939322363975666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7423/2968/320/Valentine%27s%20Day010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28080076.post-2673134363345664063</id><published>2008-04-03T15:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T15:18:02.561+08:00</updated><title type='text'>如果</title><content type='html'>如果，我 瘦一点，你会爱我多一点吗？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果，我漂亮一点，你会爱我多一点吗？&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Disclaimer: All this is done just because you love me. You said that you loved me in the past, you love me now, and you'd still be loving me in the future. You said that you have a heart that beats for me. I smiled. I was touched. You hold my hand gently and put it on your chest to feel your heartbeat. I was stunned. Never had anyone done this to me before. Tears started rolling down my cheeks. And for a moment there, i knew i've found someone who's so right, someone who will always be there for me. Everthing that you do, you do it for me. You do it because you love me. Including this blog. It's a show-off of some "kiasu-ness". But you do this cos you love me. Final words, cos you love me. Yes, and i love you too.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28080076-2673134363345664063?l=patlovereg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patlovereg.blogspot.com/feeds/2673134363345664063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28080076&amp;postID=2673134363345664063&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28080076/posts/default/2673134363345664063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28080076/posts/default/2673134363345664063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patlovereg.blogspot.com/2008/04/blog-post_03.html' title='如果'/><author><name>Regina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17157939322363975666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7423/2968/320/Valentine%27s%20Day010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28080076.post-8023936744237352718</id><published>2008-04-02T12:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T12:30:00.258+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seeing you frail makes me want to be strong for you</title><content type='html'>Through the good,&lt;br /&gt;through the bad,&lt;br /&gt;Whether in glory,&lt;br /&gt;or in the sad,&lt;br /&gt;Through sickness&lt;br /&gt;and through health,&lt;br /&gt;Always have,&lt;br /&gt;Always will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be here for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i want to be here...... &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;get well soon &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Disclaimer: All this is done just because you love me. You said that you loved me in the past, you love me now, and you'd still be loving me in the future. You said that you have a heart that beats for me. I smiled. I was touched. You hold my hand gently and put it on your chest to feel your heartbeat. I was stunned. Never had anyone done this to me before. Tears started rolling down my cheeks. And for a moment there, i knew i've found someone who's so right, someone who will always be there for me. Everthing that you do, you do it for me. You do it because you love me. Including this blog. It's a show-off of some "kiasu-ness". But you do this cos you love me. Final words, cos you love me. Yes, and i love you too.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28080076-8023936744237352718?l=patlovereg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patlovereg.blogspot.com/feeds/8023936744237352718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28080076&amp;postID=8023936744237352718&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28080076/posts/default/8023936744237352718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28080076/posts/default/8023936744237352718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patlovereg.blogspot.com/2008/04/seeing-you-frail-makes-me-want-to-be.html' title='Seeing you frail makes me want to be strong for you'/><author><name>Regina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17157939322363975666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7423/2968/320/Valentine%27s%20Day010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28080076.post-2729077336823142303</id><published>2008-04-01T18:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T18:52:38.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>心痛，真的比什么都难受。</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Disclaimer: All this is done just because you love me. You said that you loved me in the past, you love me now, and you'd still be loving me in the future. You said that you have a heart that beats for me. I smiled. I was touched. You hold my hand gently and put it on your chest to feel your heartbeat. I was stunned. Never had anyone done this to me before. Tears started rolling down my cheeks. And for a moment there, i knew i've found someone who's so right, someone who will always be there for me. Everthing that you do, you do it for me. You do it because you love me. Including this blog. It's a show-off of some "kiasu-ness". But you do this cos you love me. Final words, cos you love me. Yes, and i love you too.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28080076-2729077336823142303?l=patlovereg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patlovereg.blogspot.com/feeds/2729077336823142303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28080076&amp;postID=2729077336823142303&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28080076/posts/default/2729077336823142303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28080076/posts/default/2729077336823142303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patlovereg.blogspot.com/2008/04/blog-post.html' title='心痛，真的比什么都难受。'/><author><name>Regina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17157939322363975666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7423/2968/320/Valentine%27s%20Day010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28080076.post-6112586960514824582</id><published>2008-04-01T16:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T16:27:59.289+08:00</updated><title type='text'>April fool's day is a happy day :D</title><content type='html'>cos i got a phone call from &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Australian Red Cross Blood Service&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; this morning asking me for an interview loh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i was so nervous and happy i did not ask where is the place -_________- stoned or not you say lah....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then i called my mum saying i got an interview next wed, and she's like more nervous than me... ahahaha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear this is not an april fool joke :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Disclaimer: All this is done just because you love me. You said that you loved me in the past, you love me now, and you'd still be loving me in the future. You said that you have a heart that beats for me. I smiled. I was touched. You hold my hand gently and put it on your chest to feel your heartbeat. I was stunned. Never had anyone done this to me before. Tears started rolling down my cheeks. And for a moment there, i knew i've found someone who's so right, someone who will always be there for me. Everthing that you do, you do it for me. You do it because you love me. Including this blog. It's a show-off of some "kiasu-ness". But you do this cos you love me. Final words, cos you love me. Yes, and i love you too.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28080076-6112586960514824582?l=patlovereg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patlovereg.blogspot.com/feeds/6112586960514824582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28080076&amp;postID=6112586960514824582&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28080076/posts/default/6112586960514824582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28080076/posts/default/6112586960514824582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patlovereg.blogspot.com/2008/04/april-fools-day-is-happy-day-d.html' title='April fool&apos;s day is a happy day :D'/><author><name>Regina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17157939322363975666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7423/2968/320/Valentine%27s%20Day010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28080076.post-5210042992776437022</id><published>2008-03-31T18:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T18:44:08.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Su Ling's farewell, last year</title><content type='html'>Okay, so i admit i miss my bunch of crazy monkeys.. i really do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XMml8ysn2SE/R_C_DEeQ4tI/AAAAAAAAAkM/KWQO2aTA7Qo/s1600-h/IMG_0047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XMml8ysn2SE/R_C_DEeQ4tI/AAAAAAAAAkM/KWQO2aTA7Qo/s320/IMG_0047.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183853230564631250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;LYee, Jwen, Me, and SYee....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XMml8ysn2SE/R_C-BEeQ4sI/AAAAAAAAAkE/3FctPRUxhMo/s1600-h/IMG_0035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XMml8ysn2SE/R_C-BEeQ4sI/AAAAAAAAAkE/3FctPRUxhMo/s320/IMG_0035.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183852096693265090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That was Jwen and me in SLing's room. Notice the different skin tones in me? ahaha.. and that was only after 2 sips of whatever shit cocktails they mixed. 2 sips. what a put off. i shall boost up my drinking skills. Bcos i totally konk-out before we reach Isobar for the night.. *ahahaha* and SWei gotta come all the way to send me back -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.... i want more parties like this.. i want i want i want!!! and i promise to train myself to drink well before the next one... which i duno is when... LOL.. since we're all separated now... sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MONKEYS......... I MISS YOU GUYS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; T.T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Disclaimer: All this is done just because you love me. You said that you loved me in the past, you love me now, and you'd still be loving me in the future. You said that you have a heart that beats for me. I smiled. I was touched. You hold my hand gently and put it on your chest to feel your heartbeat. I was stunned. Never had anyone done this to me before. Tears started rolling down my cheeks. And for a moment there, i knew i've found someone who's so right, someone who will always be there for me. Everthing that you do, you do it for me. You do it because you love me. Including this blog. It's a show-off of some "kiasu-ness". But you do this cos you love me. Final words, cos you love me. Yes, and i love you too.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28080076-5210042992776437022?l=patlovereg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patlovereg.blogspot.com/feeds/5210042992776437022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28080076&amp;postID=5210042992776437022&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28080076/posts/default/5210042992776437022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28080076/posts/default/5210042992776437022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patlovereg.blogspot.com/2008/03/su-lings-farewell-last-year.html' title='Su Ling&apos;s farewell, last year'/><author><name>Regina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17157939322363975666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7423/2968/320/Valentine%27s%20Day010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XMml8ysn2SE/R_C_DEeQ4tI/AAAAAAAAAkM/KWQO2aTA7Qo/s72-c/IMG_0047.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28080076.post-3767252749367493372</id><published>2008-03-30T17:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T17:45:49.832+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost for a few days</title><content type='html'>to re-collect up myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went Launnie and spent the night at Amy's which was really great. Did lotsa catching up, but at the same time feeling guilty for troubling her. hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.. some stuffs crop up in life and it seems like she's giving me good advice to it :D *huggies wuggies* i love you the most! ahaha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh yea,... i hope thing's gonna get back to normal...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Disclaimer: All this is done just because you love me. You said that you loved me in the past, you love me now, and you'd still be loving me in the future. You said that you have a heart that beats for me. I smiled. I was touched. You hold my hand gently and put it on your chest to feel your heartbeat. I was stunned. Never had anyone done this to me before. Tears started rolling down my cheeks. And for a moment there, i knew i've found someone who's so right, someone who will always be there for me. Everthing that you do, you do it for me. You do it because you love me. Including this blog. It's a show-off of some "kiasu-ness". But you do this cos you love me. Final words, cos you love me. Yes, and i love you too.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28080076-3767252749367493372?l=patlovereg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patlovereg.blogspot.com/feeds/3767252749367493372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28080076&amp;postID=3767252749367493372&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28080076/posts/default/3767252749367493372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28080076/posts/default/3767252749367493372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patlovereg.blogspot.com/2008/03/lost-for-few-days.html' title='Lost for a few days'/><author><name>Regina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17157939322363975666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7423/2968/320/Valentine%27s%20Day010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28080076.post-3023715448185650027</id><published>2008-03-23T19:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T19:57:50.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I felt a lot better today..</title><content type='html'>Because he was here..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the whole morning... :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, things will be going back to the usual self again when the sun rise tomorrow. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i made a mental note to myself, i shall grow up and be independent. &lt;br /&gt;I wish i can......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Disclaimer: All this is done just because you love me. You said that you loved me in the past, you love me now, and you'd still be loving me in the future. You said that you have a heart that beats for me. I smiled. I was touched. You hold my hand gently and put it on your chest to feel your heartbeat. I was stunned. Never had anyone done this to me before. Tears started rolling down my cheeks. And for a moment there, i knew i've found someone who's so right, someone who will always be there for me. Everthing that you do, you do it for me. You do it because you love me. Including this blog. It's a show-off of some "kiasu-ness". But you do this cos you love me. Final words, cos you love me. Yes, and i love you too.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28080076-3023715448185650027?l=patlovereg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patlovereg.blogspot.com/feeds/3023715448185650027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28080076&amp;postID=3023715448185650027&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28080076/posts/default/3023715448185650027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28080076/posts/default/3023715448185650027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patlovereg.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-felt-lot-better-today.html' title='I felt a lot better today..'/><author><name>Regina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17157939322363975666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7423/2968/320/Valentine%27s%20Day010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28080076.post-5032948093565605539</id><published>2008-03-22T12:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T12:53:13.892+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Once again, i hate my life.. and i hate MELBOURNE!</title><content type='html'>I feel so disconnected from the outside world loh.. So suay... dont know this year got what luck, everything so suay! hrmph!! Not suppose to be a bad year for the ox rite?? Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MY PHONE BILL REALLY EXPLODED THIS TIME, MAN!!!!! AND THE IMPACT IS SO DAMN HUMONGOUS THAT ALL MY NEIGHBOURS GOT BLOWN AWAY... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and what's left is just ashes of the aftermath. How to survive like that???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And and and....... Baybee go soak his handphone in the bucket  AND NOW I CAN'T FUCKING FIND HIM TO TALK LOH........ die or not lah u tell me? The only one that can keep me entertained at all times now got disconnected from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want to ask him online also cannot loh.... unless he got this sixth sense that i'm looking for him.. AND I AM MISSING HIM TERRIBLY... the voice that can always calm me down is now gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suay suay decided to move to Melbourne. Suay suay decided to rent a room in this dodgy area. Suay suay sis run away. Suay suay change to postpaid. Suay suay the bill exploded. Suay suay no friends no entertainment. Suay suay he go soak his handphone. Suay suay im a homebird then suay suay im so lonely and suay suay i can't stand loneliness T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUAY OR NOT? WTF!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Disclaimer: All this is done just because you love me. You said that you loved me in the past, you love me now, and you'd still be loving me in the future. You said that you have a heart that beats for me. I smiled. I was touched. You hold my hand gently and put it on your chest to feel your heartbeat. I was stunned. Never had anyone done this to me before. Tears started rolling down my cheeks. And for a moment there, i knew i've found someone who's so right, someone who will always be there for me. Everthing that you do, you do it for me. You do it because you love me. Including this blog. It's a show-off of some "kiasu-ness". But you do this cos you love me. Final words, cos you love me. Yes, and i love you too.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28080076-5032948093565605539?l=patlovereg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patlovereg.blogspot.com/feeds/5032948093565605539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28080076&amp;postID=5032948093565605539&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28080076/posts/default/5032948093565605539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28080076/posts/default/5032948093565605539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patlovereg.blogspot.com/2008/03/once-again-i-hate-my-life-and-i-hate.html' title='Once again, i hate my life.. and i hate MELBOURNE!'/><author><name>Regina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17157939322363975666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7423/2968/320/Valentine%27s%20Day010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28080076.post-5634056272611425799</id><published>2008-03-21T12:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T12:27:13.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I tell you all hor..........</title><content type='html'>I'm going to become queen of gamblers already loh............................. HAHAHAHAHAHA.....&lt;br /&gt;not that i know how to gamble or i'm addicted or what shits lahh.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but for those who know the story then you know what i'm talking about la... HAHAHAHA...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but for those who don't, you might think i'm really going crazy if i tell you about it. So just let it be. AHahaha... And oh yea, hopefully everything works out fine... Tee hee hee.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crown, here i come~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Disclaimer: All this is done just because you love me. You said that you loved me in the past, you love me now, and you'd still be loving me in the future. You said that you have a heart that beats for me. I smiled. I was touched. You hold my hand gently and put it on your chest to feel your heartbeat. I was stunned. Never had anyone done this to me before. Tears started rolling down my cheeks. And for a moment there, i knew i've found someone who's so right, someone who will always be there for me. Everthing that you do, you do it for me. You do it because you love me. Including this blog. It's a show-off of some "kiasu-ness". But you do this cos you love me. Final words, cos you love me. Yes, and i love you too.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28080076-5634056272611425799?l=patlovereg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patlovereg.blogspot.com/feeds/5634056272611425799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28080076&amp;postID=5634056272611425799&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28080076/posts/default/5634056272611425799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28080076/posts/default/5634056272611425799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patlovereg.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-tell-you-all-hor.html' title='I tell you all hor..........'/><author><name>Regina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17157939322363975666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7423/2968/320/Valentine%27s%20Day010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28080076.post-4418516216039412178</id><published>2008-03-20T11:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T11:59:52.127+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because im not a fish</title><content type='html'>okay, so i can't possibly die by dropping into the toilet bowl. Hence, here i am, still blogging. lolol.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i did nothing in the past few days, other than the usual waking up, sitting here applying for jobs, then going back to sleep. so pathetic! totally got no idea what's going on outside, man! damn damn damn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh, this time round, i think i really need to flush myself down the toilet bowl already!! i overused the handphone's cap credit... way toooooooooooo much and so gotta cut down on it, or maybe totally cut off for the rest of this month... and here i am, no more credit to make phone calls... i wanna die loh!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Disclaimer: All this is done just because you love me. You said that you loved me in the past, you love me now, and you'd still be loving me in the future. You said that you have a heart that beats for me. I smiled. I was touched. You hold my hand gently and put it on your chest to feel your heartbeat. I was stunned. Never had anyone done this to me before. Tears started rolling down my cheeks. And for a moment there, i knew i've found someone who's so right, someone who will always be there for me. Everthing that you do, you do it for me. You do it because you love me. Including this blog. It's a show-off of some "kiasu-ness". But you do this cos you love me. Final words, cos you love me. Yes, and i love you too.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28080076-4418516216039412178?l=patlovereg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patlovereg.blogspot.com/feeds/4418516216039412178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28080076&amp;postID=4418516216039412178&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28080076/posts/default/4418516216039412178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28080076/posts/default/4418516216039412178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patlovereg.blogspot.com/2008/03/because-im-not-fish.html' title='Because im not a fish'/><author><name>Regina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17157939322363975666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7423/2968/320/Valentine%27s%20Day010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28080076.post-8474417804556095780</id><published>2008-03-17T15:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T15:16:22.445+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For that one moment in my life, i wish i can just drop into the toilet bowl and die</title><content type='html'>Anything. As long as i don't feel so tortured like now. I can even hardly breathe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is damn f*cking NEGATIVE now lohhhhhhh!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Disclaimer: All this is done just because you love me. You said that you loved me in the past, you love me now, and you'd still be loving me in the future. You said that you have a heart that beats for me. I smiled. I was touched. You hold my hand gently and put it on your chest to feel your heartbeat. I was stunned. Never had anyone done this to me before. Tears started rolling down my cheeks. And for a moment there, i knew i've found someone who's so right, someone who will always be there for me. Everthing that you do, you do it for me. You do it because you love me. Including this blog. It's a show-off of some "kiasu-ness". But you do this cos you love me. Final words, cos you love me. Yes, and i love you too.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28080076-8474417804556095780?l=patlovereg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patlovereg.blogspot.com/feeds/8474417804556095780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28080076&amp;postID=8474417804556095780&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28080076/posts/default/8474417804556095780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28080076/posts/default/8474417804556095780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patlovereg.blogspot.com/2008/03/for-that-one-moment-in-my-life-i-wish-i.html' title='For that one moment in my life, i wish i can just drop into the toilet bowl and die'/><author><name>Regina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17157939322363975666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7423/2968/320/Valentine%27s%20Day010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28080076.post-3368423272070050129</id><published>2008-03-17T07:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T07:26:46.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i woke up crying today</title><content type='html'>because im all alone.. in an unfamiliar place. I know im a crybaby. But sissy is no more here. And i can't help it T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just need some company *sobs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish i can go home *sobs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or somewhere im familiar with *sobs sobs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm starting to hate my life *sobs*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Disclaimer: All this is done just because you love me. You said that you loved me in the past, you love me now, and you'd still be loving me in the future. You said that you have a heart that beats for me. I smiled. I was touched. You hold my hand gently and put it on your chest to feel your heartbeat. I was stunned. Never had anyone done this to me before. Tears started rolling down my cheeks. And for a moment there, i knew i've found someone who's so right, someone who will always be there for me. Everthing that you do, you do it for me. You do it because you love me. Including this blog. It's a show-off of some "kiasu-ness". But you do this cos you love me. Final words, cos you love me. Yes, and i love you too.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28080076-3368423272070050129?l=patlovereg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patlovereg.blogspot.com/feeds/3368423272070050129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28080076&amp;postID=3368423272070050129&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28080076/posts/default/3368423272070050129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28080076/posts/default/3368423272070050129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patlovereg.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-woke-up-crying-today.html' title='i woke up crying today'/><author><name>Regina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17157939322363975666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7423/2968/320/Valentine%27s%20Day010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28080076.post-5761677088101769613</id><published>2008-03-16T17:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T17:09:15.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Now, im a little bit sad</title><content type='html'>I dont know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so alone.. Sigh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i dont like this feeling...... I DONT KNOW HOW LAHHHHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh God....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Disclaimer: All this is done just because you love me. You said that you loved me in the past, you love me now, and you'd still be loving me in the future. You said that you have a heart that beats for me. I smiled. I was touched. You hold my hand gently and put it on your chest to feel your heartbeat. I was stunned. Never had anyone done this to me before. Tears started rolling down my cheeks. And for a moment there, i knew i've found someone who's so right, someone who will always be there for me. Everthing that you do, you do it for me. You do it because you love me. Including this blog. It's a show-off of some "kiasu-ness". But you do this cos you love me. Final words, cos you love me. Yes, and i love you too.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28080076-5761677088101769613?l=patlovereg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patlovereg.blogspot.com/feeds/5761677088101769613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28080076&amp;postID=5761677088101769613&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28080076/posts/default/5761677088101769613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28080076/posts/default/5761677088101769613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patlovereg.blogspot.com/2008/03/now-im-little-bit-sad.html' title='Now, im a little bit sad'/><author><name>Regina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17157939322363975666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7423/2968/320/Valentine%27s%20Day010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28080076.post-5751082635885303842</id><published>2008-03-15T12:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T12:14:53.474+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss him</title><content type='html'>there's a tiny lil voice deep down my heart saying "i miss him".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess i really do. *beams* waking up and seeing "new message: bunny" on my handphone screen brightens up my day... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days when he didn't text me, i felt acid in my tummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i knew right from the beginning, he's not obliged to text/ find me all the time.&lt;br /&gt;So who am i to complain so much....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i miss him a lot :D i miss my HunnyBunny :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Disclaimer: All this is done just because you love me. You said that you loved me in the past, you love me now, and you'd still be loving me in the future. You said that you have a heart that beats for me. I smiled. I was touched. You hold my hand gently and put it on your chest to feel your heartbeat. I was stunned. Never had anyone done this to me before. Tears started rolling down my cheeks. And for a moment there, i knew i've found someone who's so right, someone who will always be there for me. Everthing that you do, you do it for me. You do it because you love me. Including this blog. It's a show-off of some "kiasu-ness". But you do this cos you love me. Final words, cos you love me. Yes, and i love you too.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28080076-5751082635885303842?l=patlovereg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patlovereg.blogspot.com/feeds/5751082635885303842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28080076&amp;postID=5751082635885303842&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28080076/posts/default/5751082635885303842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28080076/posts/default/5751082635885303842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patlovereg.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-miss-him.html' title='I miss him'/><author><name>Regina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17157939322363975666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7423/2968/320/Valentine%27s%20Day010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28080076.post-8840164976965305670</id><published>2008-03-14T08:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T08:21:38.561+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I can just hear the sizzling of skin</title><content type='html'>I was dumbfounded when i checked the weather this morning. A high temperature of 42 degrees. Under the burning sun. I hate the heat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weather that is just impossible to wear pants =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a mental note to myself last night. Gonna polish up my resumes today. Have to be ever-so-determined to do it today. But i guess the heat's not helping one bit. Ya, blame the weather :[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After checking up resumes of my bunnie &lt;3 and Ambrose, not only did they need polishing, i guess i gotta put more effort in rewriting the whole thing. Sigh. Life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, friends..... please pray hard for me. Im in need of a job desperately.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even my lappie hates the heat &gt;:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Disclaimer: All this is done just because you love me. You said that you loved me in the past, you love me now, and you'd still be loving me in the future. You said that you have a heart that beats for me. I smiled. I was touched. You hold my hand gently and put it on your chest to feel your heartbeat. I was stunned. Never had anyone done this to me before. Tears started rolling down my cheeks. And for a moment there, i knew i've found someone who's so right, someone who will always be there for me. Everthing that you do, you do it for me. You do it because you love me. Including this blog. It's a show-off of some "kiasu-ness". But you do this cos you love me. Final words, cos you love me. Yes, and i love you too.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28080076-8840164976965305670?l=patlovereg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patlovereg.blogspot.com/feeds/8840164976965305670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28080076&amp;postID=8840164976965305670&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28080076/posts/default/8840164976965305670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28080076/posts/default/8840164976965305670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patlovereg.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-can-just-hear-sizzling-of-skin.html' title='I can just hear the sizzling of skin'/><author><name>Regina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17157939322363975666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7423/2968/320/Valentine%27s%20Day010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28080076.post-4587304567941846885</id><published>2008-03-13T17:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T17:35:48.231+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I think Melbourne hates me</title><content type='html'>If not then why is it so blardy hot when im here?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must be something wrong with the weather, i suppose. It's a stupid 38 degrees today, and tomorrow's gonna be 40 degrees!~ How am i suppose to survive in that weather. Having the air unit at home doesn't help either. It just blows out HOT air......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The heat is really killing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the people here. Everytime i waited for the train, doesn't matter to or from the central, it's always packed, with people faces sticking right at the door and windows. So gross. Sweaty people sticking together. Oh my! I always have the feel that im in India. or anywhere there. when the train is always overloaded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls wearing mini skirt this time confirm get molested one loh.... Imagine it yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh, and the heat makes the train so stuffy. Cannot even breathe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, im in need of a job desperately now. Research lab please employ me lah~~~~~~~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Disclaimer: All this is done just because you love me. You said that you loved me in the past, you love me now, and you'd still be loving me in the future. You said that you have a heart that beats for me. I smiled. I was touched. You hold my hand gently and put it on your chest to feel your heartbeat. I was stunned. Never had anyone done this to me before. Tears started rolling down my cheeks. And for a moment there, i knew i've found someone who's so right, someone who will always be there for me. Everthing that you do, you do it for me. You do it because you love me. Including this blog. It's a show-off of some "kiasu-ness". But you do this cos you love me. Final words, cos you love me. Yes, and i love you too.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28080076-4587304567941846885?l=patlovereg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patlovereg.blogspot.com/feeds/4587304567941846885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28080076&amp;postID=4587304567941846885&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28080076/posts/default/4587304567941846885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28080076/posts/default/4587304567941846885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patlovereg.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-think-melbourne-hates-me.html' title='I think Melbourne hates me'/><author><name>Regina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17157939322363975666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7423/2968/320/Valentine%27s%20Day010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28080076.post-3088814290241895407</id><published>2008-03-13T12:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T12:47:56.508+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Internet connection finally</title><content type='html'>Finally i got my internet connection... the 1 week without connection here totally rots me away..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, im in Melbourne now. moved here officially, but im not liking it here. not at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;NOOOOOOT&lt;/span&gt; at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone please save me... i wanna go somewhere else. it's so freaking hot here. i wanna go back to Hobart. I miss life in Hobart..... T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I MISS UNI LIFE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!! Everyone's back in uni... and im just someone without anything now. A fresh graduate without a career, without a car, without a house. Im just a nobody. Ooh, how pathetic life can be. Sigh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Disclaimer: All this is done just because you love me. You said that you loved me in the past, you love me now, and you'd still be loving me in the future. You said that you have a heart that beats for me. I smiled. I was touched. You hold my hand gently and put it on your chest to feel your heartbeat. I was stunned. Never had anyone done this to me before. Tears started rolling down my cheeks. And for a moment there, i knew i've found someone who's so right, someone who will always be there for me. Everthing that you do, you do it for me. You do it because you love me. Including this blog. It's a show-off of some "kiasu-ness". But you do this cos you love me. Final words, cos you love me. Yes, and i love you too.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28080076-3088814290241895407?l=patlovereg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patlovereg.blogspot.com/feeds/3088814290241895407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28080076&amp;postID=3088814290241895407&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28080076/posts/default/3088814290241895407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28080076/posts/default/3088814290241895407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patlovereg.blogspot.com/2008/03/internet-connection-finally.html' title='Internet connection finally'/><author><name>Regina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17157939322363975666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7423/2968/320/Valentine%27s%20Day010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28080076.post-8364153391066908976</id><published>2008-02-29T09:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T09:39:47.681+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Im flying in less than 7 hours</title><content type='html'>and im not feeling excited about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact.... im feeling like shits now. Suddenly.... i wish time would just stay still. Let me absorb more of this "home-y" feeling first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh... life.... i wish i could turn back time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Disclaimer: All this is done just because you love me. You said that you loved me in the past, you love me now, and you'd still be loving me in the future. You said that you have a heart that beats for me. I smiled. I was touched. You hold my hand gently and put it on your chest to feel your heartbeat. I was stunned. Never had anyone done this to me before. Tears started rolling down my cheeks. And for a moment there, i knew i've found someone who's so right, someone who will always be there for me. Everthing that you do, you do it for me. You do it because you love me. Including this blog. It's a show-off of some "kiasu-ness". But you do this cos you love me. Final words, cos you love me. Yes, and i love you too.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28080076-8364153391066908976?l=patlovereg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patlovereg.blogspot.com/feeds/8364153391066908976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28080076&amp;postID=8364153391066908976&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28080076/posts/default/8364153391066908976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28080076/posts/default/8364153391066908976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patlovereg.blogspot.com/2008/02/im-flying-in-less-than-7-hours.html' title='Im flying in less than 7 hours'/><author><name>Regina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17157939322363975666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7423/2968/320/Valentine%27s%20Day010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28080076.post-3020408770949671794</id><published>2008-02-27T10:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T10:12:41.298+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a little</title><content type='html'>worried&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Disclaimer: All this is done just because you love me. You said that you loved me in the past, you love me now, and you'd still be loving me in the future. You said that you have a heart that beats for me. I smiled. I was touched. You hold my hand gently and put it on your chest to feel your heartbeat. I was stunned. Never had anyone done this to me before. Tears started rolling down my cheeks. And for a moment there, i knew i've found someone who's so right, someone who will always be there for me. Everthing that you do, you do it for me. You do it because you love me. Including this blog. It's a show-off of some "kiasu-ness". But you do this cos you love me. Final words, cos you love me. Yes, and i love you too.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28080076-3020408770949671794?l=patlovereg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patlovereg.blogspot.com/feeds/3020408770949671794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28080076&amp;postID=3020408770949671794&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28080076/posts/default/3020408770949671794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28080076/posts/default/3020408770949671794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patlovereg.blogspot.com/2008/02/little.html' title='a little'/><author><name>Regina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17157939322363975666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7423/2968/320/Valentine%27s%20Day010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28080076.post-7798542361528034901</id><published>2008-02-26T09:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T09:39:10.249+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Im torn between two places</title><content type='html'>Part of me wanted to go back to Aus. Yet another part of me wanted to stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help! Im torn between two places.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Disclaimer: All this is done just because you love me. You said that you loved me in the past, you love me now, and you'd still be loving me in the future. You said that you have a heart that beats for me. I smiled. I was touched. You hold my hand gently and put it on your chest to feel your heartbeat. I was stunned. Never had anyone done this to me before. Tears started rolling down my cheeks. And for a moment there, i knew i've found someone who's so right, someone who will always be there for me. Everthing that you do, you do it for me. You do it because you love me. Including this blog. It's a show-off of some "kiasu-ness". But you do this cos you love me. Final words, cos you love me. Yes, and i love you too.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28080076-7798542361528034901?l=patlovereg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patlovereg.blogspot.com/feeds/7798542361528034901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28080076&amp;postID=7798542361528034901&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28080076/posts/default/7798542361528034901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28080076/posts/default/7798542361528034901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patlovereg.blogspot.com/2008/02/im-torn-between-two-places.html' title='Im torn between two places'/><author><name>Regina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17157939322363975666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7423/2968/320/Valentine%27s%20Day010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28080076.post-2557872718058250080</id><published>2008-02-14T09:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T09:35:33.292+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A love-lone valentine's day</title><content type='html'>... really need some getting-used-to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No bf. Nothing too shocking on this day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent precious time with family. Celebrate 14 Feb 08 with family. Im glad they are there for me.... &lt;em&gt;ALL THE TIME&lt;/em&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually..... i think i make a pretty bad gf. Maybe i really am. Both past and present relationships. Realised im not even bothered in making some sacrifices. LoL....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayz, i dont dread that cos i know i have family and friends to count on! hehe... To all couples out there, hopefully you enjoy this day to the max!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel empty, but all i need is just some getting-used-to!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Disclaimer: All this is done just because you love me. You said that you loved me in the past, you love me now, and you'd still be loving me in the future. You said that you have a heart that beats for me. I smiled. I was touched. You hold my hand gently and put it on your chest to feel your heartbeat. I was stunned. Never had anyone done this to me before. Tears started rolling down my cheeks. And for a moment there, i knew i've found someone who's so right, someone who will always be there for me. Everthing that you do, you do it for me. You do it because you love me. Including this blog. It's a show-off of some "kiasu-ness". But you do this cos you love me. Final words, cos you love me. Yes, and i love you too.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28080076-2557872718058250080?l=patlovereg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patlovereg.blogspot.com/feeds/2557872718058250080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28080076&amp;postID=2557872718058250080&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28080076/posts/default/2557872718058250080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28080076/posts/default/2557872718058250080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patlovereg.blogspot.com/2008/02/love-lone-valentines-day.html' title='A love-lone valentine&apos;s day'/><author><name>Regina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17157939322363975666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7423/2968/320/Valentine%27s%20Day010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28080076.post-3334580546673307203</id><published>2008-01-18T16:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T16:07:22.455+08:00</updated><title type='text'>im enjoying everybit of Miri</title><content type='html'>except the weather and the dust all around. It's making me sick since i landed and i've been sneezing all the time. Rudolph the rednose reindeer is coming out for chinese new year hehehe....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realise i've been gripping my steering wheel everytime i drive around, as oppose to the leisure way of driving when i was in AU. Such a big contrast. The same as the way ppl move around here. It's just like everyone's rushing for something ALL the time, and so unlike AU where we can have all the time we want to take leisurely walk every evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still enjoying every bit of Miri and HOME despite all those sickness the dust and weather gave me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Disclaimer: All this is done just because you love me. You said that you loved me in the past, you love me now, and you'd still be loving me in the future. You said that you have a heart that beats for me. I smiled. I was touched. You hold my hand gently and put it on your chest to feel your heartbeat. I was stunned. Never had anyone done this to me before. Tears started rolling down my cheeks. And for a moment there, i knew i've found someone who's so right, someone who will always be there for me. Everthing that you do, you do it for me. You do it because you love me. Including this blog. It's a show-off of some "kiasu-ness". But you do this cos you love me. Final words, cos you love me. Yes, and i love you too.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28080076-3334580546673307203?l=patlovereg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patlovereg.blogspot.com/feeds/3334580546673307203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28080076&amp;postID=3334580546673307203&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28080076/posts/default/3334580546673307203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28080076/posts/default/3334580546673307203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patlovereg.blogspot.com/2008/01/im-enjoying-everybit-of-miri.html' title='im enjoying everybit of Miri'/><author><name>Regina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17157939322363975666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7423/2968/320/Valentine%27s%20Day010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28080076.post-5396567903171960909</id><published>2008-01-14T16:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T16:52:37.008+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the craziest thing i've done</title><content type='html'>i did the craziest thing today. It's like... totally unplanned. LoL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I book a ticket back home, tomorrow. And i'd be flying in less than 24 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Idiotic, kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like... last minute stuffs. Just book and fly. But i like this kinda stuffs. Hou Chee Kek! Ahahahaha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And mind you, i'm flying business class tmrw. double lol!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Disclaimer: All this is done just because you love me. You said that you loved me in the past, you love me now, and you'd still be loving me in the future. You said that you have a heart that beats for me. I smiled. I was touched. You hold my hand gently and put it on your chest to feel your heartbeat. I was stunned. Never had anyone done this to me before. Tears started rolling down my cheeks. And for a moment there, i knew i've found someone who's so right, someone who will always be there for me. Everthing that you do, you do it for me. You do it because you love me. Including this blog. It's a show-off of some "kiasu-ness". But you do this cos you love me. Final words, cos you love me. Yes, and i love you too.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28080076-5396567903171960909?l=patlovereg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patlovereg.blogspot.com/feeds/5396567903171960909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28080076&amp;postID=5396567903171960909&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28080076/posts/default/5396567903171960909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28080076/posts/default/5396567903171960909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patlovereg.blogspot.com/2008/01/craziest-thing-ive-done.html' title='the craziest thing i&apos;ve done'/><author><name>Regina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17157939322363975666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7423/2968/320/Valentine%27s%20Day010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28080076.post-3637388716043805328</id><published>2008-01-13T10:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T10:54:20.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>That's what a true boyfriend should be doing</title><content type='html'>a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TRUE&lt;/span&gt; boyfriend, ok? lol lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she walks away from you mad, [ &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Follow her&lt;/span&gt; ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she stares at your mouth, [ &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;smile...then kiss her &lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she pushes you or hit's you, [&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;hug her tight&lt;/span&gt; ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she starts cursing at you, [&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; say i love you &lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she's quiet, [ &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;hold her hand and ask what's wrong &lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she ignores you, [&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; act cute so she'll notice you &lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she pulls away, [ &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Pull her back&lt;/span&gt; ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you see her at her worst, [ &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;tell her you love her and she still looks amazing &lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you see her start crying, [ &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;hold her...ask her what's wrong&lt;/span&gt; ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you see her walking, [ &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;approach her..give a kiss on the cheek.&lt;/span&gt; ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she's scared, [&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;assure her you're not goin to leave her &lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she lays her head on your shoulder, [ &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;tilt your head too..and hold her hand &lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she teases you, [&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; Tease her back and make her laugh &lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she doesn't answer for a long time, [&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; reassure her that everything is okay&lt;/span&gt; ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she looks at you with doubt, [ &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Back yourself up&lt;/span&gt; ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she says that she likes you, [ &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;she really does more than you could understand&lt;/span&gt; ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she grabs at your hands, [ &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hold hers and play with her fingers&lt;/span&gt; ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she bumps into you, [ &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;bump into her back and make her laugh &lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she tells you a secret, [ &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;keep it safe and untold&lt;/span&gt; ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she looks at you in your eyes, [ &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;dont look away until she does&lt;/span&gt; ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she misses you, [ &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;she's hurting inside &lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you break her heart, [ &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;the pain never really goes away&lt;/span&gt; ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she says its over, [ &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;she still wants you to be hers&lt;/span&gt; ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Stay on the phone with her even if she's not saying anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- When she's mad hug her tight and don't let go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Call her before you sleep and after you wake up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Stay up all night with her when she's sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Let her wear your clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Kiss her in the pouring rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- When she runs up at you crying, the first thing you say is: "&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Who's ass am I kicking babe?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XMml8ysn2SE/R4l8-nW2TrI/AAAAAAAAAj8/SM8VVtnXLLc/s1600-h/hotdog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XMml8ysn2SE/R4l8-nW2TrI/AAAAAAAAAj8/SM8VVtnXLLc/s320/hotdog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154788663660793522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's Ely's hotdog, Lil Buff! Beautiful right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Disclaimer: All this is done just because you love me. You said that you loved me in the past, you love me now, and you'd still be loving me in the future. You said that you have a heart that beats for me. I smiled. I was touched. You hold my hand gently and put it on your chest to feel your heartbeat. I was stunned. Never had anyone done this to me before. Tears started rolling down my cheeks. And for a moment there, i knew i've found someone who's so right, someone who will always be there for me. Everthing that you do, you do it for me. You do it because you love me. Including this blog. It's a show-off of some "kiasu-ness". But you do this cos you love me. Final words, cos you love me. Yes, and i love you too.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28080076-3637388716043805328?l=patlovereg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patlovereg.blogspot.com/feeds/3637388716043805328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28080076&amp;postID=3637388716043805328&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28080076/posts/default/3637388716043805328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28080076/posts/default/3637388716043805328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patlovereg.blogspot.com/2008/01/thats-what-true-boyfriend-should-be.html' title='That&apos;s what a true boyfriend should be doing'/><author><name>Regina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17157939322363975666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7423/2968/320/Valentine%27s%20Day010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XMml8ysn2SE/R4l8-nW2TrI/AAAAAAAAAj8/SM8VVtnXLLc/s72-c/hotdog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
