<?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-7038809</id><updated>2011-07-15T08:41:42.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ zeroac ~</title><subtitle type='html'>nothing, every1 have a blog so i goto create a blog lor.. hahaha</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeroac.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7038809/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeroac.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>daidai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15612271918478315971</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>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7038809.post-110363029558991542</id><published>2004-12-21T19:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-21T20:01:14.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Israel trip -- last day</title><content type='html'>hehe, i am not lazy to write all the diary, but i am BUSY! busy in what? busy in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the time go back to the day 0 of Israel trip. after see her get into the waiting room, then i goto eat dinner with her dad. suddenly her dad has an idea to do minor renovation work to the their house, and ready to give them suprise when they come back from Israel trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the tasks of renovation works include:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. demolish and upgrade the toilet attach to BIG didi's room, because that toilet did not put water proof layer before construction, mean the toilet cant be use since it was built.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. upgrade all the toilet at upstair and downstair. total 3 toilets in the house, her dad decide to replace the old wash basin and WC with the new 1. also, put a new layer of tile onto the toilet floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. unplant the vegatables planted by her grandmom and plant new grass at the garden beside the house. her grandmom will go to her house after church but her grandmom do not go church every sunday. her grandmom planted "ah po fan shu ye" (grandmom sweet potato leaf) beside the house, sometimes they do gather some leave for dinner, but not often. the graden is full of "fan shu ye", until if there is a snake hiding inside you also don know. her dad decide to unplant the "fan shu ye" and put some new grass there, so that they can play football there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. put new "sheet tile" ( it is not concrete tile but it is like carpet, i don know the exact name for it, sorry! hehe) over the living room and kitchen. the living room and kitchen are fixed with small concrete tile which is not suitable to walk without shoes. the small concrete tile is just like those old kopitiam or toilet tile. before put in the "sheet tile", we have to move away the stuff in the living room and kitchen. THIS IS A BIG BIG TASK!! because there are so many things in the living room, i have to check carefully what item is useless and i should throw it away. move away those stuffs in the living room is not hard, but the most difficult is to pack those things. i spend more than 4 days to pack the things in the living room and kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. put a timber floor at the back of the house and setup 2 gym sets on the timber floor. at the back side of the house, it is occupied by 2nd didi's fish tanks, and alot of other stuffs. i really never have fish as pet before, so i really no idea how to move the fish tanks to other side. and i leave this task to her dad... haha... i do the cleaning and packing at the back of the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. wash clothes and hang clothes. just a normal task, but it consume time too. also, wash bed sheets and blankets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. pack and clean her room. hehe!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during her Israel trip, i am busy in cleaning and packing her house. but at the same time, i afraid that her mom will scold me why i throw away so many things... uh... scary.... but 1 thing i know, she will be very happy because i help her pack up her room. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7038809-110363029558991542?l=zeroac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeroac.blogspot.com/feeds/110363029558991542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7038809&amp;postID=110363029558991542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7038809/posts/default/110363029558991542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7038809/posts/default/110363029558991542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeroac.blogspot.com/2004/12/israel-trip-last-day.html' title='Israel trip -- last day'/><author><name>daidai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15612271918478315971</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-7038809.post-110312003261923973</id><published>2004-12-16T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-21T20:03:03.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Israel trip -- day 0</title><content type='html'>for your information, this is not the Israel trip for me. i am writting how do i pass those few days in singapore during the period of her Israel trip. funny hor.. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she went to Israel on Monday, 13th dec 2004. she went to Israel with her mom, her 3 didi. only left her dad in the house because her dad is busy in work. as she requested, i temporary stay at her house with her dad, help to take care of her doggy (yuan yuan) and accompany her dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i reached her house around 1030am that day, helping her check whether she packed enough clothes for the trip. also, helping her mom to clear the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that day is quite messy, her mom packed the house as much as possible until she bathed at the last moment before leaving to airport. but still, forget to prepare something for the trip, luckily just some minor things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her dad drive a company PRIVATE BUS (i call it VAN in malaysia, they call it BUS in sg). the bus is big enough so i went to airport with them. we reached airport quite early, earlier than alot of other people who were going to Israel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the airport, we busy in writting name tag for the check-in luggage, busy in queue up for check-in... after check-in, then they went to waiting room directly because the tour leader was going to give a brief about the trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after watch them get into the waiting room, then i went to eat dinner with her dad upstair at the terminor 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we reach home, then we wait for them to call back once they reach Bangkok, Thailand for the transit of airplane. initially, i thought the fly will take around 1 hour to Bangkok, but actually, the fly take around 3 hours ( i think..). we wait for the call at home, and try to call them after 2 hours but we fail to reach their hp. hence we quite worry about them. luckily, we manage to call them after 11pm (their fly was at 830pm).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7038809-110312003261923973?l=zeroac.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7038809.post-110312336869967411</id><published>2004-12-15T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-15T23:09:28.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my love story part II -- episode 2</title><content type='html'>remember someone told me that, the 1st three months of dating ("pak to") is most critical. if you can "suffer" the 1st three months, then this relationship can stand for much longer... of course, i wish my relationship with her is forever and ever~~ hehe. and YES, we happily pass this 3 months without much problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh... don know whether should i post this here.... should i post some comments about her here? hmmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nvm lah, i think i should tell her what i feel about her is better than i keep it and suffer myself. actually, i already told her personally about my comment to her last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the most i feel pressure when i with her are.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. she want me to accompany her all the time!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this make me feel like no more freedom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was working for her mom, and usually, we finish job quite early (before 3pm). after that, then i meet her, at her school or at her home. and then i accompany her until 9pm then go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;most of the time, i have nothing to do after work, so i don mind to accompany her. but sometimes, i feel tired and want to go home early to rest, but she keep holding me and don let me go home. oh ya, i was sent back to home by their parents, and this make me feel "pai seh" because i can go home myself actually. but everytime when i request to go home myself early, then she don let me leave...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one more things, even we meet for whole day, but she still want to talk in phone after i reach home... hmmm, actually, i don feel like talk in phone anymore because we meet for whole day liao, what more to talk?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i reach home so late until no time to plan the next meeting with friend.&lt;br /&gt;i reach home so late but she still want to talk in phone until not much time to do things that i like, for example play games, MSN with friend... i still have to spend my time to bath, to wash clothes, to pack my room...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ai... i never meet my friends since long time ago, more than few months liao...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. i always listen to her but she keep ignore my advices&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this make me feel unfair...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she ask me sleep early and i follow her COMMAND.&lt;br /&gt;she ask me go shopping with her and i follow her COMMAND.&lt;br /&gt;she ask me eat medic and i i follow her COMMAND.&lt;br /&gt;she ask me drink liang cha (herbal tea) and i follow her COMMAND.&lt;br /&gt;she ask me bath in the morning and i follow her COMMAND.&lt;br /&gt;she ask me do this do that and i follow her COMMAND... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT...&lt;br /&gt;she never listen to me when i ask her to let me go home.&lt;br /&gt;she never listen to me when i ask her to drink water.&lt;br /&gt;she never listen to me when i ask her to stop doing blog while she got other things to do.&lt;br /&gt;she never listen to me when i ask her to "ku chi" me when i cant suffer it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;she never listen to me when i ask her to do anythings... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ai... i don mind to listen to her because she do that for my own good, but why she listen to my advices too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it all the girls like her? is it all the girls want her boyfriend accompany her all the time?&lt;br /&gt;sometimes when i look at other girls, and imagine if the girl is my girlfriend, then what will happen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... guess what i think at the end?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am thinking that it is so GOOD to have my CURRENT GIRLFRIEND.&lt;br /&gt;DON'T think that other guy's gf is the BEST. the guy may suffer somethings which you don know.&lt;br /&gt;NO ONE is perfect in this world, everyone has their own black spots. to be BF GF, you have to learn to ACCEPT each other's black spot. it is the word ACCEPT, not TOLERATE!! (told by a age 30+, married guy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW, i know her black spots, and i am able to accept it. and we are really LOVE each other so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks GOD gives me such a good GIRL FRIEND!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you darling!! muack muack!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7038809-110312336869967411?l=zeroac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeroac.blogspot.com/feeds/110312336869967411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7038809&amp;postID=110312336869967411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7038809/posts/default/110312336869967411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7038809/posts/default/110312336869967411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeroac.blogspot.com/2004/12/my-love-story-part-ii-episode-2.html' title='my love story part II -- episode 2'/><author><name>daidai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15612271918478315971</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-7038809.post-110302930682817979</id><published>2004-12-14T20:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-15T21:27:55.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my love story part II -- episode 1</title><content type='html'>hei hei, finally, ME and SHE together finally. I AM NOT SINGLE ANY MORE!!! I AM NOT A MONK ANYMORE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember that last time when i successfully forget my sec school FEMALE classmate who i wait for her for five years, then i told all the PEOPLE, included me, that i want to be a MONK! and YES! i was really a monk for that half year... but after that, i meet HER... SHE turn me become a normal GUY, a GUY who needs a GIRL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya, i am not a monk anymore, since 21st JUNE 2004. this is the date she agree to become my GIRLFRIEND~~~&lt;br /&gt;my FIRST GIRLFRIEND~~&lt;br /&gt;yeah yeah~~&lt;br /&gt;at LAST, i got someone to HUG...&lt;br /&gt;at LAST, i got someone to KISS...&lt;br /&gt;hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QUOTE "The story of the prince and the princess"...&lt;br /&gt;"the prince save the princess from EVIL FORCE, and then he marry her and live with each other happily... story end"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh... is it really "the end"?&lt;br /&gt;is it really happy forever and ever...?&lt;br /&gt;hmmm......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7038809-110302930682817979?l=zeroac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeroac.blogspot.com/feeds/110302930682817979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7038809&amp;postID=110302930682817979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7038809/posts/default/110302930682817979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7038809/posts/default/110302930682817979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeroac.blogspot.com/2004/12/my-love-story-part-ii-episode-1.html' title='my love story part II -- episode 1'/><author><name>daidai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15612271918478315971</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-7038809.post-108507939478142296</id><published>2004-06-20T02:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-28T21:35:48.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my love story ... episode 11</title><content type='html'>at June 2004, she came to my house to watch VCD in computer with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she knew that i was so passive, if we want to have a brand new, a fresh romantic love story, then she had to be abit active...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;usually, when we watch VCD, i sit far far away from her. but that day, she actively asked me sit beside her. so happy! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then finally, we hugged and watch VCD together... *SO HAPPY* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then, i asked for kiss. i asked her teach me how to kiss *SHY*&lt;br /&gt;so lucky, she agreed. and that was my 1st KISS!! *SO HAPPY*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then in the following days, she came to my house to watch VCD. and at the same time, she trained me NOT to be shy to hold hand, to hug and to kiss too *SO HAPPY*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;story end here temporary, please wait for the next episode... hehe :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7038809-108507939478142296?l=zeroac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeroac.blogspot.com/feeds/108507939478142296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7038809&amp;postID=108507939478142296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7038809/posts/default/108507939478142296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7038809/posts/default/108507939478142296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeroac.blogspot.com/2004/06/my-love-story-episode-11.html' title='my love story ... episode 11'/><author><name>daidai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15612271918478315971</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-7038809.post-108507849521035534</id><published>2004-06-19T02:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-28T21:38:05.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my love story ... episode 10</title><content type='html'>although i got the "license" to hold her hand and hug her... but it was really hard for me to find a reason to start to hold hand or hug... i couldn't hold hand and hug her without any reasons... that was what i think... SILLY? for example, when cross the road, then i got the chance to hold her hand but din release after that... without such reasons, i was not dare to hold her hand...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after whole day outing with her, but i fail to hold her hand, then i felt that i was SUPER USELESS!! SUPER IDIOT!! SUPER STUPID!! SUPER SILLY!! then i felt sad when i reached home... and i started to think NON-SENSES, and hurt myself... my heart was so pain but fail to cry out... my heart was so pain so pain... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hei hei hei~~ sad story was changed to become happy story... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7038809-108507849521035534?l=zeroac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeroac.blogspot.com/feeds/108507849521035534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7038809&amp;postID=108507849521035534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7038809/posts/default/108507849521035534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7038809/posts/default/108507849521035534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeroac.blogspot.com/2004/06/my-love-story-episode-10.html' title='my love story ... episode 10'/><author><name>daidai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15612271918478315971</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-7038809.post-108507794002888080</id><published>2004-06-18T02:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-28T21:38:31.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my love story ... episode 9</title><content type='html'>due to the dilemma question about "wait or quit", then she felt that i treated her warm sometimes, and treated her cold sometimes... and this hurt her and she felt unsecure if choose me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i knew that she was starting to like me...&lt;br /&gt;in the MSN chat, she allow me to hold her hand when going out with her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but me really USELESS... at the following outing with her, i also din dare to hold her hand... STUPID!! SILLY!! IDIOT!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after many times went out with her, then i successful hold her hand at 29/04/2004... hold hand in SO UN-NATURAL way... so STUPID... my body became so HARD, so UN-EASY... ya... me nv loved b4... i nv had GF b4... that was the 1st time i hold a girl's hand, walk at street...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hold hand, then what is next? *HUG*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with asking permission in MSN...(again... -_-"), then she allowed me to hug her in the next outing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/**sidetrack: like taking EXAM, C is hold hand, B is hug, and A is kiss**/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, i got the "license" to hug her now... but how to show the "license" to her when i see her? i was so stress, so strain, so nervous, and i asked her stupidly, "can i hug u now? i don know later i still got chance or not.." and i hugged her stupidly... for 5 seconds ba...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but... that was not a beginning of a happily love story... instead, i felt so sad in the following outing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7038809-108507794002888080?l=zeroac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeroac.blogspot.com/feeds/108507794002888080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7038809&amp;postID=108507794002888080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7038809/posts/default/108507794002888080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7038809/posts/default/108507794002888080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeroac.blogspot.com/2004/06/my-love-story-episode-9.html' title='my love story ... episode 9'/><author><name>daidai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15612271918478315971</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-7038809.post-108507632595045031</id><published>2004-06-16T01:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-28T21:38:47.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my love story ... episode 8</title><content type='html'>in those few months after valentine's day, we kept MSN chat, sms and phone contact. sometimes, i felt that i got BIG HOPE when she talked about HOW BAD IS HER BF. sometimes, i felt guilty and thinking to quit when she talked about HOW GOOD HER BF TREAT HER. she said her bf treat her good because of presence of me, me was the warning sign to her BF...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and during those few months, i knew that she was starting to accept me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i discussed about this with my classmates, with my friends too. some of them supported me, but some of them adviced me to quit. but unfortunately, their opinions were changed from time to time 1... today supportted me, but tomorrow adviced me to quit... or inversely... BLUR @~@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;continue? or quit? so dilemma...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7038809-108507632595045031?l=zeroac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeroac.blogspot.com/feeds/108507632595045031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7038809&amp;postID=108507632595045031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7038809/posts/default/108507632595045031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7038809/posts/default/108507632595045031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeroac.blogspot.com/2004/06/my-love-story-episode-8.html' title='my love story ... episode 8'/><author><name>daidai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15612271918478315971</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-7038809.post-108507566871627370</id><published>2004-06-15T01:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-28T21:39:05.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my love story ... episode 7</title><content type='html'>after her reply, i tot i could accept that and pretend nothing was happened. we continued MSN chat like usual, from monday to thursday... until i cant stand for it anymore... i knew that i cant cheat myself anymore... i cant pretend nothing was happened to me... i was hurt... since i fail to get her to be my GF then i choose to AVOID... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i started to avoid her, i sent her email that i need time to settle down myself. when i am ready, then i will contact her again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although she couldn't accept me as her BF, but she so enjoyed to chat with me. she was so sad that i want to avoid her, and she kept email to encourage me. 1 of the email, she said, she had a bit feeling to me too... but was it true? or just encouragement?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya... i was successful avoid her for.. 4 days ba... i was suffering in that 4 days without her too... and then we MSN chat again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the following few months, we continued MSN chat and sms contact. sometimes, i called her under her permission too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we chat alot and sometimes she mentioned about her BF, like how her BF treated her and made her sad. i noted down in heart about the mistake made by her BF and try not to make the same mistake when was going out with her and chatting with her. hehe, so that i could get the BONUS marks...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7038809-108507566871627370?l=zeroac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeroac.blogspot.com/feeds/108507566871627370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7038809&amp;postID=108507566871627370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7038809/posts/default/108507566871627370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7038809/posts/default/108507566871627370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeroac.blogspot.com/2004/06/my-love-story-episode-7.html' title='my love story ... episode 7'/><author><name>daidai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15612271918478315971</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-7038809.post-108507405841155170</id><published>2004-06-14T01:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-28T21:39:21.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my love story ... episode 6</title><content type='html'>we MSN chat alot after the visit to science center, and the VALENTINE's day was getting closer... it was on the coming saturday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we MSN everyday b4 the saturday... and she kept asking me that "do i have any 'target'" at the friday night. i told her that "yes, i have target now but i won tell u"... we kept arguing about this topic that night, she want to know who i like but i don want to tell her. how could i tell her that the 1 i like is her... the next day was VALENTINE's day leh... she would enjoy with her BF next day 1... i din want to affect her mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the valentine's day was on saturday. on the sunday morning, i woke up and blur blur. and don know why, i sent her sms to show my love to her... ah... i really blur blur and don know why i did that at that time... she replied me that she had BF and cant accept me now. ya, that was expected reply... what could i expect from her reply? but the real DISASTER was coming after that!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7038809-108507405841155170?l=zeroac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeroac.blogspot.com/feeds/108507405841155170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7038809&amp;postID=108507405841155170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7038809/posts/default/108507405841155170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7038809/posts/default/108507405841155170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeroac.blogspot.com/2004/06/my-love-story-episode-6.html' title='my love story ... episode 6'/><author><name>daidai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15612271918478315971</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-7038809.post-108507307980333405</id><published>2004-06-13T01:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-28T21:39:37.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my love story ... episode 5</title><content type='html'>we enjoyed so much in the visit to science center... she said, she nv been science center since primary school. she was so happy to re-visit there again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she was so cute that day, she weared pinky shirt with a white "what what"(don know how to say...), and my heart was lost control that day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got many chances to hold her hand that day... but i fail to do so...&lt;br /&gt;she scared of sharks, and we passed by a corridor which has a BIG BIG shark hanged on the ceiling. she was so scared... and actually, i was thinking to ask her close her eye and i hold her hand to pass by... but i was not dare to do so... finally, we by pass the corridor with walking into other rooms. I FAIL...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd chance, she climbed up to a small "tree house" and the staircase is so steep... when she was "walking" down, i SHOULD hold her hand so that she won fall down when "walking" down... but i was not dare to do it... lucky she din fall down... I FAIL AGAIN...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after science center, we walked to the shopping center nearby. there were quite many cars on the road... and i SHOULD hold her hand to pass the road, but i din do it... I FAIL AGAIN....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dinner time, we had dinner together at the food stall (kopitiam). she looked really cute that day... her cheek was red red 1.. so cute!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at that time, how i wish that she is my GIRL FRIEND...&lt;br /&gt;and i decided to do something to her... WOO HER! as what my mom said.. hehe (mommy's boy)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7038809-108507307980333405?l=zeroac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeroac.blogspot.com/feeds/108507307980333405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7038809&amp;postID=108507307980333405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7038809/posts/default/108507307980333405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7038809/posts/default/108507307980333405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeroac.blogspot.com/2004/06/my-love-story-episode-5.html' title='my love story ... episode 5'/><author><name>daidai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15612271918478315971</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-7038809.post-108507107118238785</id><published>2004-06-12T01:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-28T21:39:57.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my love story ... episode 4</title><content type='html'>after that day, we play game together more often... training, hunting, and chit-chatting together... sometimes, when she tired of playing game, then we turn to chit chat in MSN.. see, that is why i said, GIRLS don like to play games 1...&lt;br /&gt;they like to chit chat only.. haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i gave her some in-game items, some of them were hunted by myself, some of them were bought from other player, so that cHaRiSmA was stronger...she really blur blur... don know what should she buy 1... and many of the items she had, were bought by her BF 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other than playing game and MSN chat, we went out to meet for few more times b4 the CHINESE NEW YEAR. in these outing with her, i started to have some feeling to her, but i hold down that feeling and keep telling myself that she had BF... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during the CNY holiday, i went back to hometown. i told my mom about our story, and then i cant believe that my mom ask me to woo her... -_-" ... at that time, i tot i won woo her because she had BF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until the 1st outing after CNY ... the journey to science center...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7038809-108507107118238785?l=zeroac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeroac.blogspot.com/feeds/108507107118238785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7038809&amp;postID=108507107118238785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7038809/posts/default/108507107118238785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7038809/posts/default/108507107118238785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeroac.blogspot.com/2004/06/my-love-story-episode-4.html' title='my love story ... episode 4'/><author><name>daidai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15612271918478315971</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-7038809.post-108507062476847195</id><published>2004-06-11T01:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-28T21:40:13.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my love story ... episode 3</title><content type='html'>i nv understanded why those girl can spend hours and hours on MSN chat last time, until i did it myself... i MSN chatted with cHaRiSmA, sometimes from 10pm to 3am, NON-STOP! it was holiday for both of us, although we got project to do at that time, but we just cant stop MSN chatting unless both of us were tired, or unless it was really late at night (3am leh...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are many people come out to meet their online friends, and i nv know that it will happened on me... we came out to meet b4 christmas, 20/12/2003. we met to visit my project experiment 1st, after that, we went for movie (the sound of colours) with her 2 brothers, "er didi" and "small didi". i knowed her didi from ELYSIUM too. she spent me for the sakae sushi that day. and ya!! she gave me a TV CARD as the christmas present and 1st meet present... while i only gave her a key chain.. so... shame...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7038809-108507062476847195?l=zeroac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeroac.blogspot.com/feeds/108507062476847195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7038809&amp;postID=108507062476847195' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7038809/posts/default/108507062476847195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7038809/posts/default/108507062476847195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeroac.blogspot.com/2004/06/my-love-story-episode-3.html' title='my love story ... episode 3'/><author><name>daidai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15612271918478315971</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7038809.post-108506904502287543</id><published>2004-06-10T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-28T21:40:28.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my love story ... episode 2</title><content type='html'>very soon, my account expired and i busy in my project and study. so i stopped the game. but we exchanged our email address with cHaRiSmA, i specially created a new hotmail account for her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although i was not playing the game anymore, but she keeped telling me the news for the games, through email. also, she sent me alot of e-cards, stories, jokes, and other funny funny forwarded email. sometimes, we were telling each other our recent life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya.. another thing, i found that she have BOY FRIEND actually. but i din expect much that time. i guess i could just take her as a good online friend, or sister, or anything else... i nv thought that i will like her in the future... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;few months later, my semester ended and i had my holiday. i cant wait futher longer to play the game again. so i top-up the WGS point immediately after the final paper of my exam. and then, i started to enjoy the game and then, of course, trained with cHaRiSmA, hunt with cHaRiSmA, and chit chat with cHaRiSmA again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soon, we found that chit chat during the game was not so suitable.. so we exchanged our MSN contact...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7038809-108506904502287543?l=zeroac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeroac.blogspot.com/feeds/108506904502287543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7038809&amp;postID=108506904502287543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7038809/posts/default/108506904502287543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7038809/posts/default/108506904502287543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeroac.blogspot.com/2004/06/my-love-story-episode-2.html' title='my love story ... episode 2'/><author><name>daidai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15612271918478315971</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-7038809.post-108506843522681306</id><published>2004-06-09T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-28T21:40:59.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my love story ... episode 1</title><content type='html'>i met her in a game called ELYSIUM. she was using a FEMALE character. when i 1st met her, then i tot "she" is a boy, because i nv believe that got REAL GIRL playing games... we talked alot until finally, i believed that "she" is GIRL. and then we lost contact after that, but her nick was noted down in my heart DEEPLY... cHaRiSmA, a female assassin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that, i sold away my games account... and i tot i nv play ELYSIUM again... but maybe i was too addicted to the game... and then i registered a new account and played ELYSIUM again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;very soon, i met cHaRiSmA again. and i was so happy that she still remembered me, and then from that day onwards, we always train together, hunt together, and chit chat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7038809-108506843522681306?l=zeroac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeroac.blogspot.com/feeds/108506843522681306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7038809&amp;postID=108506843522681306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7038809/posts/default/108506843522681306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7038809/posts/default/108506843522681306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeroac.blogspot.com/2004/06/my-love-story-episode-1.html' title='my love story ... episode 1'/><author><name>daidai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15612271918478315971</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-7038809.post-108498152543497274</id><published>2004-05-19T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-19T23:45:25.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>testing</title><content type='html'>ya, this is the 1st time i create a blog.. maybe no 1 come to see my thing? but who care? i will spread my blog address to my friend, and then 1 people to 10 people, 10 people to 100 people. hehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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