<?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-2935711401594815285</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:50:25.098-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In my memories</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inmymemories-stunner.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2935711401594815285/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inmymemories-stunner.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Stunner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16289494878155362408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2935711401594815285.post-2941563193041901687</id><published>2009-01-30T20:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T04:14:14.202-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The things that hurt me utterly</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;The things that hurt me utterly&lt;br /&gt;Recently, there’s lots of things that people do or said to me had hurt me..&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know why..&lt;br /&gt;Do I deserve it?&lt;br /&gt;Feel that I’m all alone..&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t realise that my family members are the closest to me until all this things that had happen.&lt;br /&gt;Those that are by my side are, my parents, my grandparents, cousins aunt &amp;amp; uncle..&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much..&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I would ask myself..&lt;br /&gt;What’s the definition of friends? A soul mate? Someone that can play basketball with you?&lt;br /&gt;Are they true?&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps, your best friends that u think they are, isn’t your true friends.. In fact, those that are around you are..&lt;br /&gt;I would stop questioning myself..&lt;br /&gt;Here is something that u’all had said..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If u want to hide, GO AWAY.. Waste my time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ni hen weak eh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m disappointed in you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go to hell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget it then..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si bai zhe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just one word, STUPID.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do u think u deserve it? Don't watse your time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think you would know who u are.. Don’t worry, I would not mention names.&lt;br /&gt;After all.. I want to say thank you..&lt;br /&gt;U made me realised who's the one tat's closest to me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~yw~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2935711401594815285-2941563193041901687?l=inmymemories-stunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inmymemories-stunner.blogspot.com/feeds/2941563193041901687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2935711401594815285&amp;postID=2941563193041901687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2935711401594815285/posts/default/2941563193041901687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2935711401594815285/posts/default/2941563193041901687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inmymemories-stunner.blogspot.com/2009/01/things-that-hurt-me-utterly.html' title='The things that hurt me utterly'/><author><name>Stunner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16289494878155362408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2935711401594815285.post-1817153229688756600</id><published>2009-01-05T23:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T05:40:24.451-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today was my BIRTHDAY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;To those that still doesn't know, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;my birthday falls on the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt; 5th of janurary..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;my 15 years old birthday could be the best birthday ever!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;because it's the birthday that i recieve most of the birthday gift..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;On the 4th of janurary, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Chu Rui, Kang Kie, Jun Ji, Bryan, Anthony, Xin Ying, Jia ying &amp;amp; me went to bugis..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;interested to know what we're there for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Well it's an obvious reason..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;To hunt for birthday giftS!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;They have dicided to buy a wallet for my birthday gift.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;We entered "The Wallet Shop" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&amp;amp; started looking for a wallet with the coolest disign..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;A white Billabong wallet with green strips caught my attention..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;The guys know that i wanted that wallet so they decided to buy it for me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Sadly.. the display piece was the last one they have..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&amp;amp; it's already in a bad shape..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;well we're definally not going to buy a "spoiled" wallet..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;So they requested me to choose another wallet..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I asked Chu Rui for his opinion..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;He told me that the black wallet with purple stripes look great..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;After much consideration..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I decided the get the black wallet..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;The guys share among themself &amp;amp; got me the wallet..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;After that, the generous bryan leads me all the way to bugis street..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;We walked into the shop that sells lots of man's top..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;He requested me to choose a shirt..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I dicided to get the white top.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;White had always been one of my favourate colour..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;so.. now i want to thank everyone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Thank u, Jonathan, for giving me the "wu gui"..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Thank u, Emily, for remembering my birthday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Thank u, Anthony, Jun Ji, Chu Rui for sharing the wallet as a gift..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Thank u, Jade, for not forgeting my birthday..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Thank u, Javihn, for the pink shirt..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Thank u, chun fu kor kor, for the Letratag..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Thank u, Bryan, for the top..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Special thanks to Chu Rui who planed everything so nicely..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&amp;amp; all those who wished my happy birthday.!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;U GUYS ROCK!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2935711401594815285-1817153229688756600?l=inmymemories-stunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inmymemories-stunner.blogspot.com/feeds/1817153229688756600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2935711401594815285&amp;postID=1817153229688756600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2935711401594815285/posts/default/1817153229688756600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2935711401594815285/posts/default/1817153229688756600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inmymemories-stunner.blogspot.com/2009/01/today-was-my-birthday.html' title='Today was my BIRTHDAY!'/><author><name>Stunner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16289494878155362408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2935711401594815285.post-2482904055510208491</id><published>2008-11-23T20:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T16:33:15.581-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Big Day Itself</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I woke up early in the morning, 6am, windy..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I glimsed outside of my window, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I saw a few gardeners around a tree that was bending..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;The stem of the newly tree are still weak, it needs something to support it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;In order to let it grow tall &amp;amp; upright,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;The gardeners had to place a stick beside it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;To support the tree untill it's strong enough to support itself..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Humans are the same..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;They need someone to support them when they need support..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Our parents act like the stick beside us..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;They are there to support us..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&amp;amp; leds us to grow in the correct way..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;The plant may not remember the stick that once supported it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;But when u're strong enough to support yourself..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Will you remember the stick that supported you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I entered my washroom..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Started the washing up in the place that i'm familiar with..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;After that, i dried the place that was wet &amp;amp; went inside my study room..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I opened the gift gently..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;The gift was still as gorgeous as ever..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I smiled..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;The sky turned dark in a second..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Soon it started drizzling..later the rain got heavier &amp;amp; heavier..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Since i couldn't go out to pass her the gift now..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I decided to go online..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I chated with with a ravishing teacher..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Haha, I told her that I was going out later to pass someone a gift..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;She told me that guys wouldn't give guys a gift..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&amp;amp; won't give a gift for nothing..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;"Is she someone that i like?" i thought to myself..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;"Yes! she's.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;"As a friend.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;With that, the rain seems to be settled down by a little..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I hurried out before the rain gets any heavier..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I board the train &amp;amp; started daydreaming..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Thinking of how i should pass her the gift..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I came up with a few ideas..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;But i just couldn't decide on which one to use..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;In the end i decided to call kj..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;After knowing the stituation.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;he suggested me to leave the gift outside the house,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;ring the door bell &amp;amp; than run away..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I followed what he says.. as that was what I intended to do..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Finally the whole day had ended..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I hope that she'll like the gift..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;~end~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2935711401594815285-2482904055510208491?l=inmymemories-stunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inmymemories-stunner.blogspot.com/feeds/2482904055510208491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2935711401594815285&amp;postID=2482904055510208491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2935711401594815285/posts/default/2482904055510208491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2935711401594815285/posts/default/2482904055510208491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inmymemories-stunner.blogspot.com/2008/11/big-day-itself.html' title='The Big Day Itself'/><author><name>Stunner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16289494878155362408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2935711401594815285.post-8631470623210939587</id><published>2008-11-19T20:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T18:09:16.995-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The preparation of the gift.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I have a friend that had a pair of sparkings eyes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Whenever i see her, i'll somehow or other being freezed by that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;A few days later will be her birthday, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;thus i decided to prepare a gift for her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I got no idea about what i should give to her, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;thus i requested kang jie to tag along with me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;well this guy got lots of good ideas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;We headed to vivo city, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;firstly we passed by lots of "cartoon shops" which promoted lots of different kinds of dolls. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I find dolls rather common, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;others would buy the same things for her too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I want to give her something unique &amp;amp; special.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;We shopped for quite a long time &amp;amp; we just couldn't get any inspiration. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;At times, i feel like giving up, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;"hiaz, we've been searching for so long &amp;amp; we couldn't even find something special for her, perhapes we'll come again another day," i thought to myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;But there's something that kept on ringing around me, it goes" giving up is never the way out."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Thus i decided to perserver &amp;amp; continued hunting for the gift.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Well, i guess we're lucky this time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;We passed by a shop named "gift a name" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Kangjie suggested for us to go in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;We entered the shop. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I happen to come accross a curve thingy with a shiny appearence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I asked the shopkeeper " what's this?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;"ohh, this is the template of a custom made bookmark"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;"u could have your name on it using the the icons on that."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I turned at the direction she pointed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;wow, there's so many shiny alphabet on a tray.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I choose the alphabet of her name &amp;amp; had a monkey at the ending.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;OH MY GOODNESS! IT GORGEOUS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;With that, it comes to the end of the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;well, thank you kang jie!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;~end~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2935711401594815285-8631470623210939587?l=inmymemories-stunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inmymemories-stunner.blogspot.com/feeds/8631470623210939587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2935711401594815285&amp;postID=8631470623210939587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2935711401594815285/posts/default/8631470623210939587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2935711401594815285/posts/default/8631470623210939587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inmymemories-stunner.blogspot.com/2008/11/preparation-of-gift.html' title='The preparation of the gift.'/><author><name>Stunner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16289494878155362408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
