<?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-1449606961810144640</id><updated>2011-07-28T21:11:42.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its-Her-And-Him &lt;3</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-her-and-him.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449606961810144640/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-her-and-him.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jia Hui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07259113679891026790</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>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1449606961810144640.post-8562969715226329656</id><published>2009-09-18T02:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T02:22:43.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hello baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i2kjP04Wazs/SrJ-GtUwQ3I/AAAAAAAAAkY/zjK85xJ7nZY/s1600-h/18092009905.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i2kjP04Wazs/SrJ-GtUwQ3I/AAAAAAAAAkY/zjK85xJ7nZY/s200/18092009905.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382503158372123506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;With nothing but your jacket on, i've never felt so beautiful, maybe as i do now, now that i'm with you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 2am, you're in dreamland and i'm doing my Lit essay because i was slacking off after you left. I just got a leg cramp after bending my left knee so i could support the laptop better. Even until now, i can feel my shin muscles clenching. &lt;br /&gt;I'm digressing to do this blog post because i miss you. Silly isn't it, i just saw you like 5h ago and i already wish you were here with me. &lt;br /&gt;I feel happy when friends say good stuff about you, when teachers praise you, when my parents say you seem like a nice guy. &lt;br /&gt;I love it when you call me precious/ princess or anything that makes me special to you. I want to be your only princess, is that selfish of me? I want you to possess only me and i only want to be yours. &lt;br /&gt;Everyone's telling me i'm too young to commit myself to only one guy, cause of the army thing then i'll start work first and all. But i don't care. Right now. i only see you and i can't and don't want to imagine my future with anyone else. I want to try my best to make breakfast for you, iron your clothes without burning them, waking up with you and telling you how much i love you everyday. &lt;br /&gt;Fairytales don't come true but dreams do.&lt;br /&gt;A girl can always dream right?&lt;br /&gt;To tell you the truth, I've been thinking about the orientation thingy. I think you've got a high chance of getting in. And if you do, chances are we won;t be in the same IG. I am a bit apprehensive. Not that i don't trust you, but i've heard wayyyy too many stories about IG leader and some J1 'going on.' I'm not scared that might happen. I'm more worried about the hiao hiao J1 girls throwing themselves ar you. Lucky you don't think many girls are pretty. (: &lt;br /&gt;Hmmm.... kind of sounds like aralc opening her legs to you and you getting all disgusted and turned off by her.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, i'm not worried anymore:D&lt;br /&gt;HAHA&lt;br /&gt;back to lit then, 216 am&lt;br /&gt;I love drinking smashiee smoothies&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1449606961810144640-8562969715226329656?l=its-her-and-him.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-her-and-him.blogspot.com/feeds/8562969715226329656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://its-her-and-him.blogspot.com/2009/09/hello-baby.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449606961810144640/posts/default/8562969715226329656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449606961810144640/posts/default/8562969715226329656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-her-and-him.blogspot.com/2009/09/hello-baby.html' title='hello baby'/><author><name>Jia Hui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07259113679891026790</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i2kjP04Wazs/SrJ-GtUwQ3I/AAAAAAAAAkY/zjK85xJ7nZY/s72-c/18092009905.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1449606961810144640.post-6433453409425977003</id><published>2009-09-11T22:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T22:54:53.445+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm going to write down 12 things I value most in my life, in no order of preference too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Gladys&lt;br /&gt;2. Parents&lt;br /&gt;3. Physical appearance&lt;br /&gt;4. Friends&lt;br /&gt;5. Canoeing&lt;br /&gt;6. Handphone&lt;br /&gt;7. Laptop&lt;br /&gt;8. Relatives&lt;br /&gt;9. My bed!&lt;br /&gt;10. Money&lt;br /&gt;11. Sports personality&lt;br /&gt;12. The fact that I'm a Singaporean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Delete the 3 least important&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Gladys&lt;br /&gt;2. Parents&lt;br /&gt;3. Physical appearance&lt;br /&gt;4. Friends&lt;br /&gt;5. Canoeing&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;s&gt;Handphone&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Laptop&lt;br /&gt;8. Relatives&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;s&gt;My bed!&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Money&lt;br /&gt;11. Sports personality&lt;br /&gt;12. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;s&gt;The fact that I'm a Singaporean&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Followed by the next 3 items (getting difficult isn’t it?) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Gladys&lt;br /&gt;2. Parents&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;s&gt;Physical appearance&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Friends&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;s&gt;Canoeing&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;s&gt;Handphone&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;s&gt;Laptop&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Relatives&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;s&gt;My bed!&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Money&lt;br /&gt;11. Sports personality&lt;br /&gt;12. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;s&gt;The fact that I'm a Singaporean&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Then the next 2 (should be starting to claw at your heart)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Gladys&lt;br /&gt;2. Parents&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;s&gt;Physical appearance&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Friends&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;s&gt;Canoeing&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;s&gt;Handphone&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;s&gt;Laptop&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Relatives&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;s&gt;My bed!&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;s&gt;Money&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;s&gt;Sports personality&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;s&gt;The fact that I'm a Singaporean&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Then one more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Gladys&lt;br /&gt;2. Parents&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;b&gt;&lt;s&gt;Physical appearance&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;s&gt;Friends&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;s&gt;Canoeing&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;s&gt;Handphone&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;s&gt;Laptop&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Relatives&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;s&gt;My bed!&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;b&gt;&lt;s&gt;Money&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. &lt;s&gt;Sports personality&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. &lt;s&gt;The fact that I'm a Singaporean&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. And then one more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Gladys&lt;br /&gt;2. Parents&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;b&gt;&lt;s&gt;Physical appearance&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;s&gt;Friends&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;s&gt;Canoeing&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;s&gt;Handphone&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;s&gt;Laptop&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;s&gt;Relatives&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;s&gt;My bed!&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;s&gt;Money&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. &lt;s&gt;Sports personality&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. &lt;s&gt;The fact that I'm a Singaporean&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should have two items left, guard these with your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;Gladys&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;Parents&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;s&gt;Physical appearance&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;s&gt;Friends&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;s&gt;Canoeing&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;s&gt;Handphone&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;s&gt;Laptop&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;s&gt;Relatives&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;s&gt;My bed!&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;s&gt;Money&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. &lt;s&gt;Sports personality&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. &lt;s&gt;The fact that I'm a Singaporean&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha shouldn't be that hard to get this,&lt;br /&gt;but it's fun striking everything out (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1449606961810144640-6433453409425977003?l=its-her-and-him.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-her-and-him.blogspot.com/feeds/6433453409425977003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://its-her-and-him.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-going-to-write-down-12-things-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449606961810144640/posts/default/6433453409425977003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449606961810144640/posts/default/6433453409425977003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-her-and-him.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-going-to-write-down-12-things-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Jia Hui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07259113679891026790</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-1449606961810144640.post-3979475544412353960</id><published>2009-09-11T22:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T22:21:21.399+08:00</updated><title type='text'>12 things</title><content type='html'>I'm going to write down 12 things i value most in my life, in no order of preference&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. God&lt;br /&gt;2. Family&lt;br /&gt;3. Ashley&lt;br /&gt;4. Clique&lt;br /&gt;5. Other friends&lt;br /&gt;6. Kim&lt;br /&gt;7. Hand phone&lt;br /&gt;8. Wallet&lt;br /&gt;9. Physical appeal&lt;br /&gt;10. EQ&lt;br /&gt;11. IJ&lt;br /&gt;12. Teachers &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delete the 3 least important&lt;br /&gt;Followed by the next 3 items (getting difficult isn’t it?) &lt;br /&gt;Then the next 2 (should be starting to claw at your heart)&lt;br /&gt;Then one more&lt;br /&gt;And then one more&lt;br /&gt;You should have two items left, guard these with your life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to colour code this but it's not working. Anway my last four are Ashley, clique, family and God.&lt;br /&gt;I know i treasure my family and God the most, but i'm undecided between my clique and Ashley&lt;br /&gt;I know i should choose my clique and i would have in a trice if i was asked a month ago, but recently, even people in there though not all have been judging me&lt;br /&gt;It's like they don't know me anymore&lt;br /&gt;Because of hierarchy or for whatever reason, you are superior to me and you keep trying to impose your righteous morals on me. You insinuate that i'm a hypocrite because i don't want to wear my badge. And i think that some people wear it as a status symbol. Whatever the reason, you have no longer become my friend, but rather a superior. You no longer walk beside me but in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;And yet another, you haven't been keeping in touch with me, and you don't know anything about me and Ash but when i wanted to share my happiness with you, you spoke on behalf of the clique, ( where i asked and none of them felt that way) and said that it would be awkward for the clique to meet Ashley. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate being judged and that's exactly what you are doing to me. Friends aren't supposed to judge, are they? Ashley doesn't judge me. And for that reason, i choose him as my third most valued person in the list.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1449606961810144640-3979475544412353960?l=its-her-and-him.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-her-and-him.blogspot.com/feeds/3979475544412353960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://its-her-and-him.blogspot.com/2009/09/12-things.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449606961810144640/posts/default/3979475544412353960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449606961810144640/posts/default/3979475544412353960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-her-and-him.blogspot.com/2009/09/12-things.html' title='12 things'/><author><name>Jia Hui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07259113679891026790</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-1449606961810144640.post-7820737831696589870</id><published>2009-09-06T22:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T22:35:17.105+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haha! I've just watched that video you gave me (:&lt;br /&gt;It's not that bad okay haha! You've got a good voice,&lt;br /&gt;probably just need to listen to the rythm more yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for putting in so much effort for me,&lt;br /&gt;I know you always sing then you will paiseh,&lt;br /&gt;but this time you made a video for me, I'm really touched! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I don't wanna close my eyes, I don't wanna fall asleep,&lt;br /&gt;cause I miss you baby, and I don't wanna miss a thing"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 Him&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1449606961810144640-7820737831696589870?l=its-her-and-him.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-her-and-him.blogspot.com/feeds/7820737831696589870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://its-her-and-him.blogspot.com/2009/09/haha-ive-just-watched-that-video-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449606961810144640/posts/default/7820737831696589870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449606961810144640/posts/default/7820737831696589870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-her-and-him.blogspot.com/2009/09/haha-ive-just-watched-that-video-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Jia Hui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07259113679891026790</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-1449606961810144640.post-9168162140275978416</id><published>2009-09-06T21:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T21:44:03.672+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ah ha! I'm here now! LOL!&lt;br /&gt;Today is our 100th day, and Glad gave me her present!&lt;br /&gt;It contained a bear, a flower, a video and a note!&lt;br /&gt;HAHA! Always touched to receive long notes from her,&lt;br /&gt;appreciating all that I've done for her,&lt;br /&gt;it really makes me wanna do more for her (:&lt;br /&gt;But I wanna say that I've never complained that I've given more than her,&lt;br /&gt;or that she's taken more than me yeah!&lt;br /&gt;So don't worry too much about it! (:&lt;br /&gt;And I'm sure you will fulfil your promise of being a great gf (:&lt;br /&gt;When you said this is your 1st attempt to be a better girlfriend,&lt;br /&gt;I thought to myself "Wow, means I'm gonna get many such presents in future!"&lt;br /&gt;It's really exciting okay! (:&lt;br /&gt;And I'm very sure we will last all the way baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you gave me notes or like my birthday cards,&lt;br /&gt;I used to keep in my file, cause it had words like "love" or anything abt us.&lt;br /&gt;But I've removed them just now and placed them on my table,&lt;br /&gt;because we're official and it's time the "world" should know (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I'm off to watch the video now!&lt;br /&gt;Super exciting! (((((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 Him&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1449606961810144640-9168162140275978416?l=its-her-and-him.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-her-and-him.blogspot.com/feeds/9168162140275978416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://its-her-and-him.blogspot.com/2009/09/ah-ha-im-here-now-lol-today-is-our.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449606961810144640/posts/default/9168162140275978416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449606961810144640/posts/default/9168162140275978416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-her-and-him.blogspot.com/2009/09/ah-ha-im-here-now-lol-today-is-our.html' title=''/><author><name>Jia Hui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07259113679891026790</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-1449606961810144640.post-671319939401980990</id><published>2009-09-05T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T23:46:32.154+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I got smASHed</title><content type='html'>Today was a perfect day, Ashley proposed to me.&lt;br /&gt;I've never been loved so PERFECTLY. There's no other way to describe this love.Perfect.&lt;br /&gt;Met Ashley in bus 64, he looked amazing and i almost stumbled on my way up the bus because he looked so hot, i was totally and almost literally, thrown off my feet.&lt;br /&gt;I stared at him, as if we were on our first date and kissed his cheek, leaving my pretty pink sticky lip gloss on his cheek. He looked so cute, with my lip print on him but i decided to have mercy and wiped it off for him.&lt;br /&gt;Went to Liang court for lunch, er i forgot the name of the italian restaurant again. Saeizerro or something like that. The food there is really CCGG ( cheap cheap good good, we shared chicken drumlets/ grilled chicken and cheese/ meat doria and the best foccacia bread ever and had a free flow of drinks. ((:&lt;br /&gt;One place off our ' places to eat' list. HAHA i think we should really get a hard copy of the list, hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Then we trained down to city hall and went to the Singapore flyer. OOH this is my favourite part&lt;br /&gt;We requested and got our own cabin! Where Ashley asked me to sit down, gave me a letter to read and then proposed to me on one knee and asked me to be his girlfriend, giving me a box of 99 straw hearts and a beautiful ring. My heart melted and clenched with emotion, no one ever valued me so highly before. Ashley's hands were shaking and his face was flushed and I felt that I truly wanted to spend the rest of my life with him.&lt;br /&gt;I love the Singapore flyer now&lt;br /&gt;I'm yours forever, Ashley.&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to get out Lipton smoothies, today's smoothies weren't as great as the previous times, maybe different aunty on duty today, haha&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to out favourite place and WHOAAAAAAAAA! ( i don't want to say here luh, you and I know can already :D )&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to play arcade at the plaza sing Zonex, so fun! Even though i think i'm getting worse and worse at arcade games, playing with Ashley is always so fun, cause he isn't competitve, he makes me enjoy myself, instead of always focussing on winning. I really love that about him.&lt;br /&gt;Went down to Cathay, Astons was freaking crowded so we didn't go there in the end, oh well, some other time, we have all our lives to go anyway (: Went to Billy Bombers than went out again, cause the food was overpriced and we weren't exactly craving for huge American servings of fatty food anyway&lt;br /&gt;Went to Ajitei at PS instead, the gyoza, and curry omu rice was yummy and the mango thing was great too, hee hee there were cornflakes inside! such a cute combination. &lt;br /&gt;Then Ashley sent me back, it feels great to belong to him&lt;br /&gt;Told my mum, she said ' y'all before this not together already meh? don't give me extra problems ar'&lt;br /&gt;Told my dad, he made some funny noise and went ' oh okay'&lt;br /&gt;And my sister told me Ashley was not just mozzarella cheese but cheddar cheese cause she said he was cheesy, then she said he looked like a model cause of his bod :D:D Then she told me to wipe that silly grin off my face. HAHA Ashley! look what you've done! HAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;Ashley gave me the secret blog and i cried and cried while reading it cause:&lt;br /&gt;#1: I felt like a jerk&lt;br /&gt;#2: I felt so touched cause Ashley was so incredibly sweet and being so unassuming about it&lt;br /&gt;I see love in it's natural, pure, untainted form, so spontaneous and sincere, not filtered by what people dictate how love is to be like. I'm in love with this form of love but more importantly, i'm in love with the person who showed me this kind of love. &lt;br /&gt;Today, i got smASHed.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Ashley&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1449606961810144640-671319939401980990?l=its-her-and-him.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-her-and-him.blogspot.com/feeds/671319939401980990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://its-her-and-him.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-got-smashed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449606961810144640/posts/default/671319939401980990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449606961810144640/posts/default/671319939401980990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-her-and-him.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-got-smashed.html' title='I got smASHed'/><author><name>Jia Hui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07259113679891026790</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>
