<?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-18789623</id><updated>2011-07-05T18:25:00.489+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mrs wong</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrs-wong.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18789623/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrs-wong.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>mabes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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/&gt;young and vibrant!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*click to view in actual size&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18789623-116843582892600294?l=mrs-wong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrs-wong.blogspot.com/feeds/116843582892600294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18789623&amp;postID=116843582892600294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18789623/posts/default/116843582892600294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18789623/posts/default/116843582892600294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrs-wong.blogspot.com/2007/01/fun-with-balloons.html' title='fun with balloons'/><author><name>mabes</name><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-18789623.post-116835086420154540</id><published>2007-01-09T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T22:26:29.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY</title><content type='html'>to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;FELIX THE FAT&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a268/xxmabes/Image006a.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you chubby lil' overgrown of a brother.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18789623-116835086420154540?l=mrs-wong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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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-18789623.post-116823990768017417</id><published>2007-01-08T15:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T18:47:51.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Please Help!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.surveymonkey.com/s.asp?u=110103101669"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Survey for a Project&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt; click!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please help me complete this survey. it's anonymous and a one time thing. please take it seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my sincere thanks to those who participated :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, i've opened up my wardrobe and am selling items that i've never worn and some, never thought existed! hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feel free to view them at &lt;a href="http://movingcloset.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Moving Closet&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt; click!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankie thankie!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18789623-116823990768017417?l=mrs-wong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrs-wong.blogspot.com/feeds/116823990768017417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18789623&amp;postID=116823990768017417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18789623/posts/default/116823990768017417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18789623/posts/default/116823990768017417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrs-wong.blogspot.com/2007/01/please-help.html' title='Please Help!'/><author><name>mabes</name><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-18789623.post-116780434887139437</id><published>2007-01-03T14:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T14:14:18.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>long awaited</title><content type='html'>i've finally got my butt, arms and fingers moving!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here are the wedding photos. i only uploaded the 300 that were edited by the photographer. the rest - FORGET IT. there's more than 6 folders, and each folder has hundreds of photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here's the 'summarised' version of all the photos. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s130.photobucket.com/albums/p246/mrs-wong/?start=all"&gt;&lt;b&gt;In Thumbnails&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://s130.photobucket.com/albums/p246/mrs-wong/?action=view&amp;slideshow=true"&gt;&lt;b&gt;As a Slideshow (Auto)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://s130.photobucket.com/albums/p246/mrs-wong/?action=view&amp;current=001.jpg"&gt;&lt;b&gt;As a Slideshow (Manual)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18789623-116780434887139437?l=mrs-wong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrs-wong.blogspot.com/feeds/116780434887139437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18789623&amp;postID=116780434887139437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18789623/posts/default/116780434887139437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18789623/posts/default/116780434887139437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrs-wong.blogspot.com/2007/01/long-awaited.html' title='long awaited'/><author><name>mabes</name><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-18789623.post-116758098236174957</id><published>2007-01-01T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T00:03:02.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2006, it's a wrap</title><content type='html'>ahh, everyone's writing about their goodbyes to 2006 and saying hello to 2007, so the cliche me is going to do the exact same thing. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'd have to say, between 2005 and 2006, i've changed a lot! haha. not only do i find myself sitting at home more often, wanting to spend more time with my family and catch up with old friends, i have also found myself to be more tolerant and understanding towards almost everything! (or at least i try to)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT! the highlight of this year &lt;I&gt;besides getting my license and driving up to school&lt;/i&gt; is that everyone witness the marriage of mr darling wong and i! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess as long as i have my babe with me i shouldn't have much of a problem to deal with all the many more new year's coming up! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers ya'll!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. my new year's resolution is NO RESOLUTION!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18789623-116758098236174957?l=mrs-wong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrs-wong.blogspot.com/feeds/116758098236174957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18789623&amp;postID=116758098236174957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18789623/posts/default/116758098236174957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18789623/posts/default/116758098236174957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrs-wong.blogspot.com/2007/01/2006-its-wrap.html' title='2006, it&apos;s a wrap'/><author><name>mabes</name><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-18789623.post-116714024589567588</id><published>2006-12-26T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T21:37:25.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lazy bum bum</title><content type='html'>there are more than a thousand photos. and each one of them are in pixels of thousands as well so the uploading process if simply atrocious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i do have a set of 300 where it's all edited by the photographer, but even then, the photos are still very huge in file sizes. i'll have to have them resized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO! please give me a LOT while. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18789623-116714024589567588?l=mrs-wong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrs-wong.blogspot.com/feeds/116714024589567588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18789623&amp;postID=116714024589567588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18789623/posts/default/116714024589567588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18789623/posts/default/116714024589567588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrs-wong.blogspot.com/2006/12/lazy-bum-bum.html' title='lazy bum bum'/><author><name>mabes</name><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-18789623.post-116706028719873352</id><published>2006-12-25T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T23:24:47.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas</title><content type='html'>hello!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;season's greetings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. i have the wedding dinner photos already, as well as christmas celebration photos but am too busy to deal with them as yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will have it up soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;promise!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18789623-116706028719873352?l=mrs-wong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrs-wong.blogspot.com/feeds/116706028719873352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18789623&amp;postID=116706028719873352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18789623/posts/default/116706028719873352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18789623/posts/default/116706028719873352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrs-wong.blogspot.com/2006/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas'/><author><name>mabes</name><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-18789623.post-116643090606328094</id><published>2006-12-18T16:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T16:35:06.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>learn and understand the word</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Appreciate&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of all things. haha. yes, appreciation goes a long way. it helps in the marriage too :) can actually be better than communication.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;instead of resenting all that you don't have, appreciate everything else that surrounds you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life will be so much easier and happier.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18789623-116643090606328094?l=mrs-wong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrs-wong.blogspot.com/feeds/116643090606328094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18789623&amp;postID=116643090606328094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18789623/posts/default/116643090606328094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18789623/posts/default/116643090606328094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrs-wong.blogspot.com/2006/12/learn-and-understand-word.html' title='learn and understand the word'/><author><name>mabes</name><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-18789623.post-116582688254907629</id><published>2006-12-11T16:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T16:49:36.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>photos with minimum words</title><content type='html'>since the wedding dinner is over, i now have the rights to splash our wedding photo-shoot pictures are over the blog. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the wedding dinner photos will be up once i receive them, in about a week's time or so. so for now, here are &lt;b&gt;30&lt;/b&gt; photos which i have selected amongst the 50++ we've selected. and once sean buys me the canon scanner i'm eyeing on, i'll scan in those that weren't chosen but looked good to me after the whole thing. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;*click on picture to enlarge*&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4862/628/1600/42553/01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4862/628/320/66651/01.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4862/628/1600/413400/02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4862/628/320/54059/02.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4862/628/1600/123485/03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4862/628/320/214935/03.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4862/628/1600/997361/04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4862/628/320/644315/04.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4862/628/1600/757092/05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4862/628/320/242790/05.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4862/628/1600/397755/06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4862/628/320/587002/06.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4862/628/1600/448618/07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4862/628/320/439774/07.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4862/628/1600/88333/08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4862/628/320/459515/08.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4862/628/1600/645853/09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4862/628/320/133723/09.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4862/628/1600/638148/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4862/628/320/915729/10.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4862/628/1600/318547/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4862/628/320/609950/11.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4862/628/1600/77719/12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4862/628/320/322818/12.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4862/628/1600/223082/13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4862/628/320/367892/13.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4862/628/1600/727979/14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4862/628/320/115068/14.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4862/628/1600/319324/15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4862/628/320/26670/15.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4862/628/1600/963665/16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4862/628/320/207137/16.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4862/628/1600/224523/17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4862/628/320/409256/17.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4862/628/1600/523010/18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4862/628/320/209194/18.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4862/628/1600/969717/19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4862/628/320/533442/19.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4862/628/1600/503635/20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4862/628/320/868566/20.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4862/628/1600/79149/21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4862/628/320/261828/21.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4862/628/1600/816772/22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4862/628/320/682591/22.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4862/628/1600/136313/23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4862/628/320/784074/23.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4862/628/1600/558126/24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4862/628/320/364927/24.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4862/628/1600/264832/25.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4862/628/320/465677/25.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4862/628/1600/96542/26.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4862/628/320/455192/26.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4862/628/1600/52893/27.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4862/628/320/544190/27.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4862/628/1600/773215/28.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4862/628/320/842359/28.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4862/628/1600/535112/29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4862/628/320/253801/29.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4862/628/1600/642168/30.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4862/628/320/130273/30.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18789623-116582688254907629?l=mrs-wong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrs-wong.blogspot.com/feeds/116582688254907629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18789623&amp;postID=116582688254907629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18789623/posts/default/116582688254907629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18789623/posts/default/116582688254907629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrs-wong.blogspot.com/2006/12/photos-with-minimum-words.html' title='photos with minimum words'/><author><name>mabes</name><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-18789623.post-116542566297087057</id><published>2006-12-07T01:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T01:21:03.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sometimes i just wish that you'd do more than just talk&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i just wish that you'd do more than just sit&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i just wish that you'd do more than just play&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when opposite attracts, only time will show the differences clearly and it's up to both to fix the differences&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when i mean fix, i don't mean brushing it aside&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18789623-116542566297087057?l=mrs-wong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrs-wong.blogspot.com/feeds/116542566297087057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18789623&amp;postID=116542566297087057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18789623/posts/default/116542566297087057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18789623/posts/default/116542566297087057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrs-wong.blogspot.com/2006/12/sometimes-i-just-wish-that-youd-do.html' title=''/><author><name>mabes</name><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-18789623.post-116433275088589674</id><published>2006-11-24T09:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T09:45:50.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dedicated to you</title><content type='html'>me darling BIG sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello, i miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thank you giving the &lt;i&gt;bride&lt;/i&gt; everything she wants. &lt;b&gt;muacks&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;much love,&lt;br /&gt;your darling younger sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. don't say i never credit you arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr. hahahaha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18789623-116433275088589674?l=mrs-wong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrs-wong.blogspot.com/feeds/116433275088589674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18789623&amp;postID=116433275088589674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18789623/posts/default/116433275088589674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18789623/posts/default/116433275088589674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrs-wong.blogspot.com/2006/11/dedicated-to-you.html' title='dedicated to you'/><author><name>mabes</name><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-18789623.post-116411185519116396</id><published>2006-11-21T20:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T20:24:15.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>childhood dream *poof*</title><content type='html'>i've always wanted to toss the bridal bouquet for my wedding. but just, when i messaged all the single females who are attending, i realised that nobody else wanted it as much i did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and only my friends who really, really want to give me what i want are willing to come up and catch the bridal bouquet - even boys. though it is only that few, i'm glad that they are willing to go along with whatever nonsense that i'm planning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i heart you guys tons :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. &lt;i&gt;anything the bride wants, we give&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18789623-116411185519116396?l=mrs-wong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrs-wong.blogspot.com/feeds/116411185519116396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18789623&amp;postID=116411185519116396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18789623/posts/default/116411185519116396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18789623/posts/default/116411185519116396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrs-wong.blogspot.com/2006/11/childhood-dream-poof.html' title='childhood dream *poof*'/><author><name>mabes</name><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-18789623.post-116384301130886817</id><published>2006-11-18T17:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T17:43:31.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sometimes...</title><content type='html'>... i still feel like i'm a subtitute&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18789623-116384301130886817?l=mrs-wong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrs-wong.blogspot.com/feeds/116384301130886817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18789623&amp;postID=116384301130886817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18789623/posts/default/116384301130886817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18789623/posts/default/116384301130886817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrs-wong.blogspot.com/2006/11/sometimes.html' title='sometimes...'/><author><name>mabes</name><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-18789623.post-116237319764530907</id><published>2006-11-01T17:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T17:26:37.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>divine visuals</title><content type='html'>yesterday, after i switched off my laptop after class, the bridal shop called me and told me to browse and look through the layout they had designed for our wedding album. being a darn media student, i spotted a few problems and emailed them back, to ask them to improve and alter. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but hey! majority turned out great and i'm simply in love with them! i'll never get tired of them, never never! haha. i've been staring at them since last night, when we opened it together and look. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so today, naughty me didn't go to school and stayed home and came up with this new layout! haha. not much difference. just a new picture and re-arranging the stuff. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait till the wedding album is complete! can't wait, can't wait!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18789623-116237319764530907?l=mrs-wong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrs-wong.blogspot.com/feeds/116237319764530907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18789623&amp;postID=116237319764530907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18789623/posts/default/116237319764530907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18789623/posts/default/116237319764530907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrs-wong.blogspot.com/2006/11/divine-visuals_01.html' title='divine visuals'/><author><name>mabes</name><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-18789623.post-116237319704541335</id><published>2006-11-01T17:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T17:26:37.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>divine visuals</title><content type='html'>yesterday, after i switched off my laptop after class, the bridal shop called me and told me to browse and look through the layout they had designed for our wedding album. being a darn media student, i spotted a few problems and emailed them back, to ask them to improve and alter. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but hey! majority turned out great and i'm simply in love with them! i'll never get tired of them, never never! haha. i've been staring at them since last night, when we opened it together and look. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so today, naughty me didn't go to school and stayed home and came up with this new layout! haha. not much difference. just a new picture and re-arranging the stuff. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait till the wedding album is complete! can't wait, can't wait!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18789623-116237319704541335?l=mrs-wong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrs-wong.blogspot.com/feeds/116237319704541335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18789623&amp;postID=116237319704541335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18789623/posts/default/116237319704541335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18789623/posts/default/116237319704541335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrs-wong.blogspot.com/2006/11/divine-visuals.html' title='divine visuals'/><author><name>mabes</name><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-18789623.post-116213505523458892</id><published>2006-10-29T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T12:41:59.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the lovely first</title><content type='html'>today's our first wedding anniversary :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but due to unforseen circumstances, sean and i celebrated our first yesterday instead of today cos my mum was out for some office team building thing and dad had a swimming competition till late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;doubling up on First&lt;i&gt;s&lt;/i&gt;! i went on my virgin trip to Great World City! okay, call me a country bumpkin or whatever, but i've seriously never been there before. no difference as compared to other shopping malls, except their toilets are so cute! haha. sean and i were on a toilet tour after lunch and purchasing the wine. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we skipped breakfast and headed straight for great world city after we woke up and showered. took a few wrong turns to get it right and we eventually reached.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once we reached there, we thought of what to have for lunch and we settled for jack's place. haha. after that, we looked for the shop where my mum told us to get the wine from. found it, bought them and their guy helped carry the case down to the car. we then started our toilet tour! haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm seriously amazed, never seen anything like this before. haha! and then, while browsing around the place, i saw the cutest necklace! sean offered to buy it for me, as a gift for our first but i rejected it. haha! he has already gotten me loads of stuff! and he's going to continue buying me gifts now and then. haha. and i'm patiently waiting for the customized ring he's planning to get!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyways, i changed my necklace on the spot and happily wore my new necklace + sean's self-made necklace (which made people ogle and asked after!) and i told sean that i want a similar make of his necklace soon! by like next year! lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i'm randomizing now. so here are the photos from yesterday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/628/1600/Image007.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/628/1600/Image006.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/628/320/Image006.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/628/1600/Image007.5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/628/320/Image007.5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the zoo themed gents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/628/1600/Image011.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/628/320/Image011.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/628/1600/Image010.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/628/320/Image010.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the japanese themed ladies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/628/1600/Image009.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/628/320/Image009.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the norway themed ladies &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;there are many other themes, i only took photos of those that i was in and had nobody else inside. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/628/1600/Image008.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/628/320/Image008.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;us at jack's place &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/628/1600/Image014.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/628/320/Image014.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heading home!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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-18789623.post-116101243066500298</id><published>2006-10-16T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T08:31:02.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Important Annoucement!</title><content type='html'>Hello Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great news!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be selling my items, together with other creators from RP, at a pushcart in Vivocity from 20th-24th Oct! (Fri-Tues, 10am-11pm, I may or may not be there, but there'll be someone mending the pushcart)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For each and every item sold, a percentage of the profits would be donated to a charity organisation for children! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So come on down and do your bit for charity!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18789623-116101243066500298?l=mrs-wong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrs-wong.blogspot.com/feeds/116101243066500298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18789623&amp;postID=116101243066500298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18789623/posts/default/116101243066500298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18789623/posts/default/116101243066500298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrs-wong.blogspot.com/2006/10/important-annoucement.html' title='Important Annoucement!'/><author><name>mabes</name><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-18789623.post-116048787801409222</id><published>2006-10-10T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T21:44:38.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>that's the time</title><content type='html'>these were taken during the period when our baby paris was recovering from a scratch in the eye by a cat, thanks to an irresponsible act by another person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/628/1600/0013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/628/320/0013.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/628/1600/0012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/628/320/0012.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18789623-116048787801409222?l=mrs-wong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrs-wong.blogspot.com/feeds/116048787801409222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18789623&amp;postID=116048787801409222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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into my head and i was thinking which photo he would choose to use as THE picture. and then i drifted to think about what he would do with our baby paris, will he keep her or put her to sleep and let her come with me or pass her to someone else to look after. and then it went on to whether he would remarry years down the road (which he told me he wouldn't like a really long time ago)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then it went on to 'what i would do if sean were to die tomorrow or next week or next year?' i think i'll be so devasted that i'll just kill myself immediately. but if i don't, i will definitely continue looking after paris, afterall she is our baby even though she's a dog, and we're now like one really happy family :) as to whether or not i will remarry, it's not difficult to answer cos i won't, at least i doubt i will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cos my aunty told me before and many times over that &lt;b&gt;a woman can have as many boyfriends as she wants, but she can only have one husband&lt;/b&gt; (vice versa). and i strongly believe in that, regardless of which angle it is taken to look at.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18789623-116009579155652850?l=mrs-wong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrs-wong.blogspot.com/feeds/116009579155652850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18789623&amp;postID=116009579155652850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18789623/posts/default/116009579155652850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18789623/posts/default/116009579155652850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrs-wong.blogspot.com/2006/10/till-death-do-us-part.html' title='till death do us part'/><author><name>mabes</name><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-18789623.post-115976003799083146</id><published>2006-10-02T11:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T11:34:00.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>poor baby</title><content type='html'>our baby paris got scratched by a cat in the eye and now she has to wear that ice cream cone thing around her neck and she can't go out for walks until her eye is healed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. i'm so sad la................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18789623-115976003799083146?l=mrs-wong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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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-18789623.post-115931782775606655</id><published>2006-09-27T08:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T08:43:47.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>like a family</title><content type='html'>with our darling pet dog growing up and learning and sometimes doing the right thing, sean and i feel so accomplished!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday after class and interview, i went home and sean called me when i was walking towards my parent's place. he was walking our dog! so i walked together with him and our paris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. this is randomness. but no family till after i graduate (from NIE! soon..) and get a job. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18789623-115931782775606655?l=mrs-wong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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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-18789623.post-115858468263813917</id><published>2006-09-18T20:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T21:04:42.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>photo selection</title><content type='html'>last saturday, sean and i went to bridal concepts to select photos for our album and oh my god! we took like hundreds over on the photoshoot day! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had a hard time choosing with the 26 limit, but luckily, they gave us other options and we picked 53 photos! hehe. and on top of that, they said they'll also give us the unselected photos as well! wee! i'm happy happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're also given 36 extra copies of 6 different poses to give away! wee! and we're going to have the prettiest table top photo and wall potrait! sweet! oh yes, i just remembered, we're also going to get a magazine of our photos! meaning a smaller and cute version of our BIG photo album! hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh man! i can't wait to get them all and look at it! damn! i can't wait!! but we gotta wait till 2nd december before we can collect it, so long!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the same saturday, but earlier, sean and i went to the hotel to select our wedding invitation card design as well to relay messages of some extra stuff we need the staff there to help us do on that day. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that night, after the selection of the photos, we went back home and i picked up dad's car to pick my brother up, with sean in the front passenger seat. haha. and my brother was amazed with how fast i drove and made a comment that i'm weird, that i drive a sports car slow and a normal saloon car fast. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18789623-115858468263813917?l=mrs-wong.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-18789623.post-115773265237818673</id><published>2006-09-09T00:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T00:27:03.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wedding photoshoot</title><content type='html'>yesterday was madshit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had our wedding photoshoot done yesterday, and we were up since morning 8am and only crashed the bed after midnight. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we had our studio shots done and our outdoor photoshoot done, by the end of it, my right shoulder was aching like mad (sean thinks it's a muscle pull from one of the position) and our legs were all jelly. haha. the bloody make up and fake eyelashes were killing me! actually, only the fake eyelashes. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's a sneak peek of what went on in the studio yesterday. there's only one picture. haha! not very clear cos it was taken with my 2megapix hp cam and i forgot to set it on a bigger image scale. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a268/xxmabes/Image008.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18789623-115773265237818673?l=mrs-wong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrs-wong.blogspot.com/feeds/115773265237818673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18789623&amp;postID=115773265237818673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18789623/posts/default/115773265237818673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18789623/posts/default/115773265237818673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrs-wong.blogspot.com/2006/09/wedding-photoshoot.html' title='wedding photoshoot'/><author><name>mabes</name><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-18789623.post-115682803713798183</id><published>2006-08-29T13:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T13:07:17.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the list</title><content type='html'>i promised myself that i'll indulge in a bit of daydreaming after i get my driver's license. so here's my list of cars that i want, not in any particular order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; . Toyota Rav4 (2door)&lt;br /&gt; . Toyota MR-S&lt;br /&gt; . Volkswagen New Beetle Cabriolet&lt;br /&gt; . Mitsubishi Colt Plus&lt;br /&gt; . Mitsubishi &lt;b&gt;i&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; . Chevrolet new Spark&lt;br /&gt; . Chevrolet Aveo5&lt;br /&gt; . Mazda 3 &lt;br /&gt; . Mazda MX5&lt;br /&gt; . Honda Integra&lt;br /&gt; . Smart Cabrio&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18789623-115682803713798183?l=mrs-wong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrs-wong.blogspot.com/feeds/115682803713798183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18789623&amp;postID=115682803713798183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18789623/posts/default/115682803713798183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18789623/posts/default/115682803713798183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrs-wong.blogspot.com/2006/08/list.html' title='the list'/><author><name>mabes</name><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-18789623.post-115546358835728118</id><published>2006-08-13T18:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T18:10:18.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>everything's good :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;misunderstandings cleared, apologies said and accepted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess the key to most, if not all, marriages is communication and trust. AND loads of &lt;b&gt;love&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you hubs! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18789623-115546358835728118?l=mrs-wong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrs-wong.blogspot.com/feeds/115546358835728118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18789623&amp;postID=115546358835728118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18789623/posts/default/115546358835728118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18789623/posts/default/115546358835728118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrs-wong.blogspot.com/2006/08/everythings-good-misunderstandings.html' title=''/><author><name>mabes</name><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-18789623.post-115526773917933498</id><published>2006-08-11T11:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T11:45:43.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a heart to heart alone</title><content type='html'>i seriously don't know why, completely don't understand why..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why is it that telling you something i feel about you makes you feel weird. makes you feel funny. why is it that you're never ever serious when i'm trying to tell you something personal, be it about you or me or our future together. it makes me feel stupid, like the world's greatest joke to be alive, whenever you answer me with something that's suppose to be goddamn funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you said that you also didn't like making eye contact. i'm your wife! i really don't understand anything now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how is it that one person who is so insecure can give me a sense of security up till now, when everything's said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know who to talk to. i don't know who to turn to. i used to know, but not anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't even know why i couldn't cry when inside my chest it feels like everything has melted, ripped and smashed into pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nevermind. forget it. i give up. i don't want to be bothered about it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next time, if you feel uncomfortable to be with me, just tell me. i'll back off and pull away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. i don't even know by telling you that i'll be less personal, less intense and less everything even makes any sense to a married couple.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18789623-115526773917933498?l=mrs-wong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrs-wong.blogspot.com/feeds/115526773917933498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18789623&amp;postID=115526773917933498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18789623/posts/default/115526773917933498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18789623/posts/default/115526773917933498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrs-wong.blogspot.com/2006/08/heart-to-heart-alone.html' title='a heart to heart alone'/><author><name>mabes</name><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-18789623.post-115513503784388277</id><published>2006-08-09T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T22:50:38.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>under the blanket</title><content type='html'>babe and i have been thinking of places to go for our photoshoot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are just so many places that i wanna go to take photos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like the railway track, the land of la-langs!, botanic(ca/l) garden, chinese garden, millenia walk, benjamin sheares bridge, outside fullerton, alleys of the oldschool and more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but we can only pick 2 day locations and 1 night locations! oh man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but we're both excited about all these. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next gown fitting is on 3rd sept. after all the gowns has been altered, and his outfits altered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but omg! repeat telecast from the previous post, we're gonna go victorian and japanese for our studio shoot! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm spaced out right now, everything's in bits and pieces. just wanna crawl under the comforter and into the arms of hubs now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18789623-115513503784388277?l=mrs-wong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrs-wong.blogspot.com/feeds/115513503784388277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18789623&amp;postID=115513503784388277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18789623/posts/default/115513503784388277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18789623/posts/default/115513503784388277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrs-wong.blogspot.com/2006/08/under-blanket.html' title='under the blanket'/><author><name>mabes</name><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-18789623.post-115426504113924269</id><published>2006-07-30T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T21:10:41.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>like, finally</title><content type='html'>i FINALLY finished choosing all my wedding gowns and evening gowns. we even chosed what type of traditional costumes to wear for the photoshoot! VICTORIAN and JAPANESE! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm also gonna wear the traditional chinese costume (the &lt;i&gt;kua&lt;/i&gt;) but i'm SO not going to go take studio photos for that. haha! i'll just take some on the actual day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sean picked his outfits in one session, 2 outfits, in less than 30 minutes! while i took 2 sessions, each lasting more than an hour an a half and almost the entire collection of their bridal gowns! haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now! i'm looking forward to wear all the outfits that has been adjusted to MY size. haha. and i must say, i'm really a small bride. haha. all the gowns that i've tried all mostly too big for me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. just waiting for the gowns to be altered, then go for another fitting. and then! PHOTOSHOOT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18789623-115426504113924269?l=mrs-wong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrs-wong.blogspot.com/feeds/115426504113924269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18789623&amp;postID=115426504113924269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18789623/posts/default/115426504113924269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18789623/posts/default/115426504113924269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrs-wong.blogspot.com/2006/07/like-finally.html' title='like, finally'/><author><name>mabes</name><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-18789623.post-115349820610082627</id><published>2006-07-22T00:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T00:13:36.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>two lovelies together</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/628/320/0005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18789623-115349820610082627?l=mrs-wong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrs-wong.blogspot.com/feeds/115349820610082627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18789623&amp;postID=115349820610082627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18789623/posts/default/115349820610082627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18789623/posts/default/115349820610082627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrs-wong.blogspot.com/2006/07/two-lovelies-together.html' title='two lovelies together'/><author><name>mabes</name><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-18789623.post-115324018636594279</id><published>2006-07-19T00:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T00:29:46.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>princess Paris</title><content type='html'>WE GOT OUR PUPPY TODAY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;think that's all i need to say!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a268/xxmabes/0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a268/xxmabes/0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a268/xxmabes/0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18789623-115324018636594279?l=mrs-wong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrs-wong.blogspot.com/feeds/115324018636594279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18789623&amp;postID=115324018636594279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18789623/posts/default/115324018636594279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18789623/posts/default/115324018636594279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrs-wong.blogspot.com/2006/07/princess-paris.html' title='princess Paris'/><author><name>mabes</name><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-18789623.post-115314418547352206</id><published>2006-07-17T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T21:49:45.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>making my dream come true</title><content type='html'>my baby has revealed to me recently that he is all along for a dog in our family. hehe. YAY! he just thought that maybe i wasn't ready. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for the baby, well.. i had a dream recently about us having a baby girl (with a name! but i'm not telling!) and he sounded really thrilled when i was talking about it. but i know one thing's for sure, babies won't be any time soon, definitely have to wait until at least nearing the end of 3rd year. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right now! i want to get the dog that i dreamt of! hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. yes, i've had dreams of us having a dog and a baby girl. oh! how blessed i would be if it would all come true! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18789623-115314418547352206?l=mrs-wong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrs-wong.blogspot.com/feeds/115314418547352206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18789623&amp;postID=115314418547352206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18789623/posts/default/115314418547352206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18789623/posts/default/115314418547352206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrs-wong.blogspot.com/2006/07/making-my-dream-come-true.html' title='making my dream come true'/><author><name>mabes</name><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-18789623.post-115297322416807175</id><published>2006-07-15T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T22:26:18.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>silence is appreciated</title><content type='html'>all the talk has got me feeling that i'm incapable of looking after someone/thing, and i'm nothing but a dependent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people telling me not to get this, not to get that with reasons like i have simply no time, no energy, no ability for it.. it's just getting to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one whole year, especially after honey passed away, i've had people telling me all these crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now, this feeling that i'm having is making me not want to have anymore pets, no matter how much i yearn to have a pet puppy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this feeling is also making me not want to ever have a child, regardless of how much i'd love to have my own children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talking to him about pets is like storytelling. nothing appears to help anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talking to him about children don't seem feasible or realistic. not now, not ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why is that i try to give whatever i can, but nothing seems to be reciprocrated?&lt;br /&gt;why is that i'm always the one that has to change, while everyone else can remain the way they are?&lt;br /&gt;why is that i have never ever been deemed right and always in the wrong, and on top of that, the one that is the bad influence? (for pete's sake! i don't even drink, club, smoke or do drugs! by the way, i'm always at home, rotting.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am so sick and tired. but even if i cried till my tears run dry or my eyes go blind, nothing will change. because this is how things have always been.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18789623-115297322416807175?l=mrs-wong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrs-wong.blogspot.com/feeds/115297322416807175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18789623&amp;postID=115297322416807175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18789623/posts/default/115297322416807175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18789623/posts/default/115297322416807175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrs-wong.blogspot.com/2006/07/silence-is-appreciated.html' title='silence is appreciated'/><author><name>mabes</name><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-18789623.post-115063842794499524</id><published>2006-06-18T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T21:47:07.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>same as other</title><content type='html'>baby and i went to marina sq to confirm with Bridal Concepts on letting them handle our photoshoots, wedding gowns and whatnots. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sadly, it's TOO LATE to design my own gown! but it's ok.. when i learnt about the process to creating and designing my own gown i was like......... OFF THE RACK PLEASE! haha. it's too complicated, brain juice inducing and simply crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first appointment is on 5th July, 1pm. i can't wait to pick out my gowns! hehe. altogether i get to pick out 2 wedding gowns, 2 evening gowns and 2 costumes for the photoshoot and 1 wedding gown, 1 evening gown and 1 tea dress (&lt;i&gt;kua&lt;/i&gt;) for the actual day. hehe, so many to choose! YAY! there's like 2 wedding gowns which i've seen (in photos) that i really like.. just have to see the actual thing now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now! baby and i are thinking of places where we can do our 2 outdoor location shoot and a night scene shoot. hehe. so exciting :)) one of the outdoor places would most likely be in tuas, where we can take photos with the la-langs and sunset! the night scene, baby said we should go between fullerton/esplanade/singapore river/benjamin sheares bridge.. etc. the other outdoor shoot, i suggested the area near changi beach club. hehe. there's the kelong walk and all the boats there.. NICE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18789623-115063842794499524?l=mrs-wong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrs-wong.blogspot.com/feeds/115063842794499524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18789623&amp;postID=115063842794499524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18789623/posts/default/115063842794499524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18789623/posts/default/115063842794499524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrs-wong.blogspot.com/2006/06/same-as-other.html' title='same as other'/><author><name>mabes</name><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-18789623.post-115012861047957842</id><published>2006-06-12T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T00:10:10.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i can't wait!</title><content type='html'>talked to mum about the wedding banquet and some other regarding stuff and suddenly i'm SO EXCITED!! hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plans are going great! hehe. all my little cousins will all have the chance of being a flowergirl and boy of at least once! when they're all still young. hehe. i can't wait to go pick out the clothes for them! (yes, more excited to find theirs than mine. haha!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gonna head to marina square with mom and hubshubs on thursday to go check out the wedding boutiques there, see if any of them caught my eye. hehe :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wells, i can't wait!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18789623-115012861047957842?l=mrs-wong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrs-wong.blogspot.com/feeds/115012861047957842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18789623&amp;postID=115012861047957842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18789623/posts/default/115012861047957842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18789623/posts/default/115012861047957842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrs-wong.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-cant-wait.html' title='i can&apos;t wait!'/><author><name>mabes</name><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-18789623.post-114941331333741601</id><published>2006-06-04T17:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T17:28:33.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sum sum</title><content type='html'>it's been quite a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i still have no idea what to update about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;babe's coming home now, after a really long day at the school's carnival. haha. YAY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18789623-114941331333741601?l=mrs-wong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrs-wong.blogspot.com/feeds/114941331333741601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18789623&amp;postID=114941331333741601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18789623/posts/default/114941331333741601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18789623/posts/default/114941331333741601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrs-wong.blogspot.com/2006/06/sum-sum.html' title='sum sum'/><author><name>mabes</name><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-18789623.post-114709314616576013</id><published>2006-05-08T20:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T20:59:16.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>over dinner</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a268/xxmabes/002.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@mommy's friend's 50th birthday celebration. fyi, my mum's not that old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;the following are taken in while dining at a restaurant at chinatown, the food there is DELICIOUS!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a268/xxmabes/004.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and darling nicole :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a268/xxmabes/005.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aww, isn't it sweet? big brother carry little sister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a268/xxmabes/010.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k-box people! the king and queen of karaoke!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a268/xxmabes/009.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watching some unknown tv show while we big ones were eating our hearts out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a268/xxmabes/008.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;playing the silent game, whoever loses has to dance! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a268/xxmabes/007.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 minutes later.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a268/xxmabes/006.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cam-whore time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a268/xxmabes/014.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man-handling!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a268/xxmabes/016.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girl-handling!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a268/xxmabes/015.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nicole fights back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a268/xxmabes/003.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;playing happy family! i can't wait to really start a family with sean, AND to have a baby as cute and naughty as nicole. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a268/xxmabes/013.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the lot that went&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18789623-114709314616576013?l=mrs-wong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrs-wong.blogspot.com/feeds/114709314616576013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18789623&amp;postID=114709314616576013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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off since i didn't have classes on wednesday to keep him company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been like more than 10 days since i last update and it's now the last day of the first week of school. lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm a little can't be bothered to type anymore. so yah. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18789623-114558849711253114?l=mrs-wong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrs-wong.blogspot.com/feeds/114558849711253114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18789623&amp;postID=114558849711253114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18789623/posts/default/114558849711253114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18789623/posts/default/114558849711253114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrs-wong.blogspot.com/2006/04/another-week-to-half.html' title='another week to half'/><author><name>mabes</name><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-18789623.post-114467785871911417</id><published>2006-04-10T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T22:04:18.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Myraid of Simplicity</title><content type='html'>i've officially set up my site to sell items that is designed and handmade by myself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;head over to &lt;a href="http://myraidofsimplicity.blogspot.com/"&gt;Myraid of Simplicity&lt;/a&gt; and see what i am selling now!&lt;div 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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-18789623.post-114398227935033007</id><published>2006-04-02T20:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T20:51:19.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>splendid!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;today, baby tried to cheer me up after last night (i had some problems with the bowling team) waking me up to something really comfortable, really warm and feeling really great. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that, he suggested we go have dim sum at parkway's hawker centre for breakfast! and i was all for it! hehe. so we both got ready and left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after filling our tummies with delicious dim sum, we headed over to parkway cos i was hoping that i'll get some shopping done. sadly, parkway didn't have anything that i like. bleah. so i was left feeling a little grouchy. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went to katong shopping centre (where he parked his car) and when he went to the gents, i wondered around and i found a shop selling beads and parts for DIY accessories. so i was looking through when he came and asked me if i wanted anything. i wasn't sure then but he told me to just buy some and bring home to do, just for fun. haha. so i did! hehe. and boy, AM I GLAD I DID! hehe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;here's my creation, &lt;strong&gt;Scarlet Tear&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/628/320/scarlettear.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18789623-114398227935033007?l=mrs-wong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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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-18789623.post-114372934154937249</id><published>2006-03-30T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T22:35:41.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hairstyles for that night</title><content type='html'>i've decided to stop recalling the past until i go into reminiscing mood again. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, over the last 2 days, i've been playing with my hair and thinking of how i would wear my hair on my wedding night. &lt;i&gt;(fyi, we're already married, we just haven't gone through the customaries and wedding dinner cos of my grandpa's passing on)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i contemplated on perming my hair, think long soft curls, not poodle-do. but i figured given my small frame, i'll just disappear in the added hair volume. haha. so i'll stick to my normal straight hair, and continue rebonding, if needed &lt;i&gt;(other than the first 3days, m hair looks pretty natural. haha!)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND! i'm going to plait my hair! yes, on my wedding night. i've mastered the art of plaiting my hair, &lt;b&gt;by myself&lt;/b&gt;. haha. hurray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, there's 2 ways which i know how to plait.. and the 2 hairstyles that i'm going to use on my wedding day.. all i need now is for my hair to grow REALLY fast! hahaha. i want it to be long, cover more than my boobs long. hehe. if it doesn't become that long.. maybe i can consider hair extensions.. hmm.. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/628/320/02contrast.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;2 pigtails! personally, i find this really cute. hehe. maybe i could use this do for like the tea ceremony and all! haha. will it be too kiddy? hmm...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/628/320/05sidecontrast.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;honestly, i love this alot. i know there's no plaits in this picture &lt;i&gt;(imagine!)&lt;/i&gt; my hair's a bit over-layered and short to tie plaits at the side. i'm definitely wearing this do on my wedding night. i'll feel so chic yet mature! haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18789623-114372934154937249?l=mrs-wong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrs-wong.blogspot.com/feeds/114372934154937249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18789623&amp;postID=114372934154937249' title='0 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super-duper excited about turning 17, cos well, that was my birthday date. haha. and i like the number 17.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyways, he said that he'll buy me a birthday present which i was shocked to have as a reply. i wasn't looking for presents, i was just damn excited at turning 17. i remember running around the house for a whole week announcing to everyone i was turning 17. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the next night, (on my 17th birthday!) he called and asked me if i liked hair accessories. i liked those but i'm not a big fan of clips which was what he had intended to buy for me (from which i found out from my sister that the brand he had wanted to buy from was a damn expensive brand. but don't ask me what it is now, cos i can't remember) and i said something like i prefer something practical and not something nice to look at and then put it away. haha. but of cos i did say there's no need for him to buy me a present and insisted it to be that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then he replied back and asked me if i wanted contact lens for my birthday and i was SHOCKED. i wanted contacts but i wanted my parents to buy them for me, not someone else. i went to ask my parents for permission (it would be weird if i suddenly turn up with contacts right?) and my mum questioned "this friend" of mine and said i can go ahead if i wanted to since it would save her a lot of hassle later on where she promised i'll get contacts before my graduation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i told him my parents were ok with it and i was ok with it, so he replied that we should get it done the next day! the day my cousin and then bf was bringing me out to shop for clothes as birthday present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we agreed to meet the next day, in the evening, after i'm done with shopping =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. &lt;i&gt;my friend, amanda, messaged me early in the morning and she told me she was working for Cleo! my goodness. how exciting! and she said she was writing a column "It happened to me..." and asked me if it was okay to do a story on sean and myself. i was obviously excited, afterall, it is Cleo. haha. but nothing's confirmed yet, that i must say first. gonna meet up with her next week so that she can do an interview, then she'll do the write-up and after that submit for approval. geez, i wish i could work somewhere with something i like in the future. haha.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18789623-114319729331020085?l=mrs-wong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrs-wong.blogspot.com/feeds/114319729331020085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18789623&amp;postID=114319729331020085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18789623/posts/default/114319729331020085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18789623/posts/default/114319729331020085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrs-wong.blogspot.com/2006/03/birthday-present.html' title='The Birthday Present'/><author><name>mabes</name><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-18789623.post-114223830386627598</id><published>2006-03-13T15:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T16:25:05.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>our first meeting</title><content type='html'>i was at my then boyfriend's place, and i was still sms-ing sean non-stop (fyi, at that time, we haven't told each other about the other person in our lives)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember i asked him about his car, the one that my friends were talking about, and he told me that it's a toyota mr2 which i had no idea what it was. he said to search for it online and all. since i was at my then boyfriend's place, i went to search for it. and it was filled with pictures that weren't anything like his actual car. he told me that the one i saw online is the new model.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i told him i don't know how his car looked like at all since the internet couldn't provide the accurate photo. so he invited me over his neighbourhood in the evening where he parked his car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was tempted so i left the then boyfriend's place at around 6pm to look for sean (he gave me directions to his place)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i reached there, he was washing his car and then he was like "this is my car" at first i was like (not very impressed face) "oh, this is your car?" and he was like "yah". later, i felt a bit bad la, for hinting that i've offended his taste in cars, so i quickly added, "no offence ar, just not my type" and he was "it's ok"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we spent the evening talking and me seeing him wash his car. i remembered that he said something like his car has been parked there for quite a while cos his license got suspended, and i was like "really?" cos i've been taking bus back from that area and i've never ever noticed his car. HAHA. (it's at a pretty obvious place, and if you're travelling on the bus, passing the carpark, you'll be able to see it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he invited me to take a sit in his car, to see how it feels and all, and i denied it. i was still thinking about all those stuff that my friends had been talking about him when i was sitting with them (secret!) and i was feeling a bit erm, scared. haha. i just remained standing around the car, moving away from the water splashing around. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i stayed there until about 7pm, then i said i had to be home for dinner. by then he was just finishing cleaning his car, and he said to wait for him cos he wants to get a drink which is near the bus stop. so i waited for him to pack up and all, then followed him to buy a drink. then he walked me to the bus stop and waited for the bus with me. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was our first meeting, all alone. hehe. at that time, i was feeling happy, awkard, scared and everything in between. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after i got on the bus and all, we started sms-ing again. hehe. it felt, then, that sms-ing was so much easier than talking face to face (was i shy?) so we started sms-ing back and forth till it's late at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember that i talked to my then boyfriend early and cut him off so i can talk to sean when he was going to call. HAHA. then, i even standby with the cordless phone, and he'll send me an sms saying "calling now" and i picked it up at first ring. haha. that's cos we'll be talking so late at night till the weeeeeeeeeeeeee hours in the morning. hehe. and i didn't want my parents to know! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiyoh, and imagine, we both had to get up early the next day for school. only that i'm studying and he's teaching. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18789623-114223830386627598?l=mrs-wong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrs-wong.blogspot.com/feeds/114223830386627598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18789623&amp;postID=114223830386627598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18789623/posts/default/114223830386627598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18789623/posts/default/114223830386627598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrs-wong.blogspot.com/2006/03/our-first-meeting.html' title='our first meeting'/><author><name>mabes</name><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-18789623.post-114204785177067923</id><published>2006-03-11T10:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T11:30:51.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>how it all began...</title><content type='html'>i was lying in bed, all alone, thinking about how much fun sean and i used to have. recently, over the last week, we haven't been able to spend much time together because he has been having a lot of activities going on in his school. mind you, being a teacher is good, it's the school you end up with that determines your stress level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyways, i was thinking about how sean and i got to know each other, which up till now, i still find amazing. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he used to be a trainee teacher at my school, taking our class's geography (and social studies too, i think) lessons. but at that time, he had no clue who i was cos he only had eyes for my good friend. and if you're wondering if i liked him, i won't deny. he is afterall one of the better looking male teachers in our school, and coming from an all girls school, there's hardly many male teachers around. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that same year, after he finished his training at my school, the above-mentioned friend passed away in a road accident, involving a bus at changi interchange, when they were together, returning from a visit at the old changi hospital (yes, it's the old changi hospital). some of you might recall it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one year later, her family held a mass for her on her death anniversary, which i didn't attend but he did, by then, my memory of him was almost non-existant. i still know his name and that taught us, and that i liked him. hahaha. but that was about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another year later, on her 2nd death anniversary, my friends insisted on having a gathering at her family's place cos they couldn't get a priest to hold a mass at the church. so this time, i went. i decided to not stay away like i did for the funeral (i only went on the day she was going to be cremated) and the 1st death anniversary. while i was there, i heard that our mr wong was coming too. i was feeling excited yet depressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i won't deny that before the gathering, i was telling everyone how much i hated him and all. citing that it's because he was there when my friend passed away, and not because he noticed her and not me - not that i was as loud and attractive as my friend then. haha. but anyways, my friends were telling me not to hate him cos it's not his fault. but i've heard so many rumours about him by then, i was quite unsure what to believe and what not to. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, one thing i have to tell you guys first, i scribbled (or rather stole) his handphone number from another friend's notebook when we were all still in the same class. but i never ever messaged him or called him. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyways, we met at the gathering and all he offered pizza to me and my friend, which i thought was a way of redeeming himself. haha. (when i asked him, after we got together, he said he was just trying to help the mother) so anyways, i refused it, and walk to another pizza and took a piece. HAHA. what i bitch i was sia. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after staying till about 11pm, the mother said we should all go home cos some of us still had school the next day. so she offered to drive all of us home. so we all got out of the house, and while i was waiting for the lift, and the others still wearing their shoes, i heard sean ask "who's that girl?" referring to me. my friends laughed and said "you used to teach her!! she's mabel!" he was obviously embarassed, and i just pretend i didn't hear anything. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walking towards the carpark, i heard my friends talking about his car, asking if he drove or not etc. apparently he drove his car to the mass the year before. but he didn't this year. so he sat in front of the van, while the rest of us packed behind. then before we move off, his mother was checking who stayed where and the route back. somehow, i ended up being the last girl to go home, while sean was the last to be actually dropped off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we were talking and all, and one by one everyone went home. by the time it was just sean and i, things were quiet. i can't remember who started the conversation but we started talking about school and i was telling him he should pay more attention to students who are damn quiet. those are the ones that truly needs attention (i.e. the me last time. haha!) and  so we talked and all. when we reached my place, the mother kept asking sean to send me up, which was strange cos the mother never asked him to do the same for the other girls! sean turned around to ask me if i wanted him to send me up, then the mother said something like "just send her up!" but i before he could react, i quickly open the door and said bye. closed the door and left. HAHA. by then it was midnight already. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that night, i made used of the number i stole from my friend and sent him a message to tell him that i was "home and he don't have to worry" but he never replied. at first i thought he just didn't want to reply. but after a while, i was feeling a bit irritated cos i always like it when people reply me, even if it's just an "ok". haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i thought maybe i got the wrong number, so i messaged another friend and ask her for sean's number. then i messaged sean, and guess what! he replied! haha. then i told him i was the girl that was the last to be dropped off, and we started sms-ing each other. yes, during school hours, where i'm suppose to study and learn and he's suppose to teach. haha. and started talking at night for like many, many hours before we slept. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yah, at that time i was attached, to a guy who abused me, but that's the past now so i don't wish to talk about it. haha. he was also sort of going out with a teacher in his school, at that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe for the next post, i'll write about how we managed to get together, as boyfriend and girlfriend. and all the meetings we had while we were both seeing someone else. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but yah, this was how we knew each other and got along and started meeting up at places like tampines's long john silver, KFC and bedok princess's mcdonald's. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if you're wondering, YES. I WAS THE ONE WHO MADE THE FIRST MOVE! and thank god i did! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. i think i'll do a post by post of how we decided to take our relationship to the ultimum, getting married. haha. good to record, for memories sake :) but don't expect much of a fairytale thing thing. haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18789623-114204785177067923?l=mrs-wong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrs-wong.blogspot.com/feeds/114204785177067923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18789623&amp;postID=114204785177067923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18789623/posts/default/114204785177067923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18789623/posts/default/114204785177067923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrs-wong.blogspot.com/2006/03/how-it-all-began.html' title='how it all began...'/><author><name>mabes</name><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-18789623.post-114200384199572880</id><published>2006-03-10T22:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T23:26:20.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>De-Froze Queen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/628/1600/Image009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/628/320/Image009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; this is sean's plate with rice and meat, carrots and vegetables!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/628/1600/Image011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/628/320/Image011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; this was what's left in the plate of the dish after sean poured almost half of it onto his plate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;sean picked me up at the club after i had a meal with my bowling teammates. we then head home and he said he hadn't had lunch yet (it was close to being 6pm by then) so i said to go grab some food before heading back but he just drove straight home. so on our way to my parents place, i said that i'll cook! since my whole entire family will be at the club, leaving no food at home. and he was keen on it. HAHA. so VOILA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;defrozed, prepared and cooked in an hour!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;no idea what this dish is called too. but it's stir fried pork marinated in oyster sauce with water and cornstarch, NO OIL USED IN THE PROCESS OF COOKING! colourfied with carrots and green vegetables that were boiled till soft. HEALTHY HEALTHY DISH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;in the process of peeling the carrot, the action-belek me decided to make a flower out of the carrot - my maid had shown me how to do it! - end up, when i was carving out the first petal, the carrot slipped and i cut my finger instead! haha. but it's ok la. not a lot of blood, just lost a tiny piece of flesh. quite a clean cut i must say. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and guess what? at first, it was too salty (according to my hubs) so i added more water, and then! it tasted just nice! wahaha! so cool ar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;mum came back and tried the dish, and she said the taste is good only thing is.. the meat was cubed instead of the usual sliced. but later on, after she had a few more, she said that cubed meat tasted not that bad cos the taste last longer and you can feel that the meat is actually in your mouth, being chewed into tiny bits!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;so.. YAY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i'm the queen of rojak-ness cooking!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and yes, i realised i'm only good with meat, carrots and a vegetables. and yes, my darling oyster sauce. WAHAHA. but what can i say???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ONE DISH AT A TIME!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18789623-114200384199572880?l=mrs-wong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrs-wong.blogspot.com/feeds/114200384199572880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18789623&amp;postID=114200384199572880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18789623/posts/default/114200384199572880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18789623/posts/default/114200384199572880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrs-wong.blogspot.com/2006/03/de-froze-queen.html' title='De-Froze Queen'/><author><name>mabes</name><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-18789623.post-114164668968333448</id><published>2006-03-06T19:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T20:04:49.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>speaking of making love..</title><content type='html'>have you read yesterday's issue of &lt;i&gt;The New Paper&lt;/i&gt;? it was filled with the vitalsexual survey issue. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes, sean and i were making fun of it. and he was like nodding in approval towards some reporter's view on it's also the women's fault and that the woman in the relationship should seduce the man into wanting to have sex. haha! like OMG, haven't i done enough of that in our relationship!? haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but last night's love-making has got to be one of the funniest. haha. which is one of the reason why i'm taking note of it. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were lying in bed, lights off, and talking when i started nudging him. haha! and giggling and he said &lt;i&gt;why are you giggling? something smells fishy!&lt;/i&gt; then he started to sniff me all over! and when he reached my chest he went &lt;i&gt;smells like milk!&lt;/i&gt; hehehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes, that's how it all started. hehe. of cos there were many other ways as to how we start, but this one is just one of the many funny ways of starting it. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18789623-114164668968333448?l=mrs-wong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrs-wong.blogspot.com/feeds/114164668968333448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18789623&amp;postID=114164668968333448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18789623/posts/default/114164668968333448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18789623/posts/default/114164668968333448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrs-wong.blogspot.com/2006/03/speaking-of-making-love.html' title='speaking of making love..'/><author><name>mabes</name><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-18789623.post-114163827317708165</id><published>2006-03-06T17:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T17:44:34.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just me and my imagination</title><content type='html'>i'm like so totally into this book, &lt;b&gt;P.S. I Love You&lt;/b&gt; that i'm just imagining what life would be like to be without sean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the book is basically about this woman, Holly, who lost her husband, Gerry, a few months before she turned 30. the both of them were like each others best friends, lovers and soulmates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i thought about what would happen to me, should something happen to sean! i think i'll be exactly like how Holly reacted in the book! lost, dejected, hardened, sad, vulnerable etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this morning, i woke up, all alone in bed. nope, nothing has happened to sean, he just went off for work while i slept in since i was on holiday (yippee!) but the feeling of waking up alone is just so.. WRONG. it still feels best when i get up, with his arms wrapped around me and i feel so protected AND BLESSED! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, the ever-so-imaginative me started to drift off into thoughts, while lying in bed, of sean not being around anymore. i started feeling sad, depressed and moody. honestly, i don't think i'll be able to move on should i be left all alone here. it would probably take me ages, maybe never! and coming from a person who dislike people who can't move on.. a bit of the erm, ironic, isn't it? haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, reading the book, it has made me realise that i should treasure baby more and &lt;b&gt;never, ever&lt;/b&gt; take him for granted. like expect him to do this or that, or expect him to give me this or that etc. i should just do whatever i wanted to be done, and let him do whatever he want and also do what we like together! i should also hug him, kiss him, make love to him (that doesn't just limits to sex.) and LOVE HIM. he is afterall, my &lt;i&gt;husband&lt;/i&gt;. hehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18789623-114163827317708165?l=mrs-wong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrs-wong.blogspot.com/feeds/114163827317708165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18789623&amp;postID=114163827317708165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18789623/posts/default/114163827317708165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18789623/posts/default/114163827317708165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrs-wong.blogspot.com/2006/03/just-me-and-my-imagination.html' title='just me and my imagination'/><author><name>mabes</name><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-18789623.post-114134912540545771</id><published>2006-03-03T09:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T09:25:25.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>good morning, mrs wong!</title><content type='html'>last night i was helping baby mark some of his test papers. those with standard answers and i can never mark anything wrong kind. haha! (unlike compositions and letter writing, HEADACHE!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some of the things his students wrote in the comprehension q&amp;a and cloze passage really tickled my funny bones. i have absolutely no idea where they get their answers from. very interesting answers though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after i finished marking 2 classes worth of scripts, we went to bed. he then asked me, since i enjoy, in fact, i LOVE marking and things that a teacher does daily, why don't i be one!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good question. i simply replied him that to be a teacher, one has to have an 'A' level certificate, and what i'll be getting would just be a diploma. then he told me about a good fried-cum-ex-colleague of his, who graduate with a diploma in polytechnic, then went on to a university to get a degree then signed up with NIE. but that was long ago, so he's not sure if much has changed since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had thought of going to an institution, to take the 3 year 'A' level course, but it wasn't me! i hate studying. haha. how can a person who hates studying so much be a teacher! actually, come to think of it, i think i can! hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wells, lets just see how things go for me. i'll complete my diploma first, then decide where to go from there. if i'm offered a lucrative job and something that i like! i'll take it! if i don't have, and my grades are good enough, i'll go to a university to continue my studies (how ironic)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i can be a teacher, then i will be! if i can't.. well, let's just say i have this crazy mind that thinks of all sorts of business that i can setup and venture into with him (yes, he likes my crazy ideas aka day-dreaming) HAHA! now, if only i have the capital and contacts, i'll start right away!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18789623-114134912540545771?l=mrs-wong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrs-wong.blogspot.com/feeds/114134912540545771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18789623&amp;postID=114134912540545771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18789623/posts/default/114134912540545771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18789623/posts/default/114134912540545771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrs-wong.blogspot.com/2006/03/good-morning-mrs-wong.html' title='good morning, mrs wong!'/><author><name>mabes</name><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-18789623.post-114035511351481833</id><published>2006-02-19T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T21:26:43.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>worth annoucing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/628/1600/P2192122.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/628/320/P2192122.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;another great dish by MOI!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't ask me what it's called cos i have no idea. i don't even know which part of the pig it belongs too! i just found the easiest piece of meat that was sticking out of the fridge and looks nice to me. HAHA. i didn't follow any recipe of any kind, in case you're wondering. haha. it was all impromtu~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sean and i were hungry, my family's at the club and they're going to have dinner there and sean doesn't want to go down. i was bored and sick of playing solitaire, so i walked to the kitchen and thought,"&lt;em&gt;why don't i just cook?!&lt;/em&gt;" so yah. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a bit salty, i think i added too much soy sauce in the beginning when i was trying to get the &lt;em&gt;just nice&lt;/em&gt; texture. my bad! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall christian this dish! please help me decide which is a better name.. &lt;em&gt;Sweet and Salty Pork &lt;/em&gt;or &lt;em&gt;Soy Oystered Pork&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANOTHER SUCCESS! hurhur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;p.s. photo taken only after finishing dinner. HAHA. totally forgot to take photo of it before we ate it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18789623-114035511351481833?l=mrs-wong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrs-wong.blogspot.com/feeds/114035511351481833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18789623&amp;postID=114035511351481833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18789623/posts/default/114035511351481833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18789623/posts/default/114035511351481833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrs-wong.blogspot.com/2006/02/worth-annoucing.html' title='worth annoucing'/><author><name>mabes</name><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-18789623.post-114015638779257339</id><published>2006-02-17T13:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T14:06:27.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>soaking in the moment</title><content type='html'>caring, devoted and absolutely sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baby has been that way for as long as i can remember, and i'm loving it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he wouldn't take the day off today because i couldn't. but i told him to cos he was feeling unwell. then he said i should too cos i was so tired. hehe. but i had no choice, i HAVE to be in school. so i told him to just take the day off, and he did. then we walked over to 85 for breakfast, met his colleague there and when the guy asked how come sean wasn't dressed for work, sean was like "i have flu, better stay away, later i pass to you" i nearly laughed out loud :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here i am in school, while he's at home playing game and resting inbetween.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH!! i just found out that my ulcer is bleeding!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18789623-114015638779257339?l=mrs-wong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrs-wong.blogspot.com/feeds/114015638779257339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18789623&amp;postID=114015638779257339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18789623/posts/default/114015638779257339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18789623/posts/default/114015638779257339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrs-wong.blogspot.com/2006/02/soaking-in-moment.html' title='soaking in the moment'/><author><name>mabes</name><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-18789623.post-113998725875638103</id><published>2006-02-15T14:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T15:07:38.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yesterday</title><content type='html'>the well commercialised valentine's day yesterday didn't get a single cent from sean and myself. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after class, we spent one hour playing CS, only because we ended at 2pm. HAHA. way earlier than others. i left at 3pm for home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went home and i was feeling really tired so i fell asleep on sean's lap while he was sitting on the sofa and playing game. HAHA. partly also cos my ulcer was killing the shit out of me and i didn't want to do anything. ANY IDEA HOW TOUGH IT IS TO HAVE AN ULCER WHERE IT'S NOT INSIDE THE MOUTH NOR OUT?! so yah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yah, was just sleeping away until 7pm and i woke up. Then, sean offered to buy porridge for me which i gladly accept! so he went out to 85 to buy while i stayed home. hehe. after which, i packed the laptop and laundry and then we head for my parents place. THANK GOD sean bought porridge for me cos my maid cooked &lt;b&gt;fried chicken&lt;/b&gt;! so hehe. i had my delicious minced meat porridge with egg. &lt;i&gt;shiok&lt;/i&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we stayed there for a while until we had to head home cos his parents were coming over. but they stayed for less than ½ hour, which i'm quite glad, cos i was super tired and all i wanted was sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but apparently, mr wong had something else in mind... 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than ever, but it was a really tough process making it so simple and neat. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edit &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; changed it again. couldn't quite stand the pinkness. haha. it wasn't exactly pink everywhere, but i guess i prefer greyscale for now. haha. now both my blogs are in greyscale! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18789623-113936596162726573?l=mrs-wong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrs-wong.blogspot.com/feeds/113936596162726573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18789623&amp;postID=113936596162726573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18789623/posts/default/113936596162726573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18789623/posts/default/113936596162726573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrs-wong.blogspot.com/2006/02/light-and-pink.html' title='light &lt;strike&gt;and pink&lt;/strike&gt;'/><author><name>mabes</name><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-18789623.post-113928577283176094</id><published>2006-02-07T12:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T12:19:14.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the perfect man</title><content type='html'>just finished watching one of hilary duff's movie, &lt;b&gt;The Perfect Man&lt;/b&gt; and i was wondering, is there anything such as &lt;b&gt;The Perfect Man&lt;/b&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'd like to think so, cos i'm more than sure that i have found my perfect man in my husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;most girls would say they want their prince charming to be tall, dark and handsome. some would also say he should be romantic, caring and wholesome. they might love him even more if he was humorous, pleasant and anything but cumbersome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, is this the perfect man for you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it sounds all too good to be true - it can be if you can find such a man - but are you really looking for this kind of person to love and love you in return? and if you are, is that man looking for the same qualities in his woman? and so, if he is, are you that perfect in his eyes as well? perfect that you're petite, fair and beautiful? that you're just as a romantic, a caring and wholesome person? and that you have a sense of humor, is pleasant to be with and is definitely anything but cumbersome?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would say that the perfect man for a woman is one that completes her, likewise for the perfect woman for a man. in this way, wouldn't it be the cliched &lt;b&gt;2 becomes 1&lt;/b&gt; or &lt;b&gt;you complete me&lt;/b&gt; term, which is what everyone use in most of their love poems, songs and etc?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i was saying, i found the perfect man in my husband. not because he's tall, dark and handsome; or that he's romantic, caring and wholesome; or because he's humorous, pleasant and anything but cumbersome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean, he isn't very tall for a guy, but he's taller than me. he's not dark, but not too fair either. he is good-looking, but never as pretty and handsome as those in fairytales. he's not a romantic but he showers me with surprises when i least expect it (think out the box). he is definitely caring, although sometimes he just turns a deaf ear when he's too engrossed in his games. he is a wholesome figure now, after he's over the rebellious teenage years and all the ex-girlfriends, ex-lovers. he is definitely humorous, to a point of being sacarstic at times of annoyment. he is pleasant without a doubt and would always find a way to everyone's heart, that i can't deny makes me jealous sometimes. and he is cumbersome at times, that i have to admit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so why do i say he's the perfect man for me? it's simple, because;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1/ i don't have to strain my neck too much when i want to kiss him&lt;br /&gt;2/ it's good to know that we are both not very into outdoor sports or much of a sun-lover&lt;br /&gt;3/ i don't have to worry that other girls would want to snatch him away from me cos he's only good-looking, haha, and not price charming handsome :P&lt;br /&gt;4/ practical surprises are endless and never fails to not only amuse me at times but it can also increase my knowledge of things surrouding the world! romance to me has a short life span (how far can it go? jewellery, flowers, chocolates or a new dress at most). &lt;br /&gt;5/ i get pre-occupied when i'm either watching tv shows, reading the papers, typing out my blog or talking. haha, yes, i can get pretty occupied by talking that i won't even know you're talking to me. haha.&lt;br /&gt;6/ i have a temper that would erupt like a dormant volcano, and he is one that can help prevent the eruption :)&lt;br /&gt;7/ he makes me so happy at times that i just want to cry, so that i can tease him back when he starts to worry as to what made me cry, and go &lt;i&gt;HAHAHA&lt;/i&gt;! all in the name of FUN! :P&lt;br /&gt;8/ he makes me want to nice, and gives me tips on how to be naughty, sacarstic and sharp. isn't it just pleasantly great that we're both encouraging each other to have the best of both worlds, be it good or evil? haha.&lt;br /&gt;9/ only through the good times and bad times, would you know if a man would stand by you regardless of what may happened. yes, even if it's to make him run down or drive out to help you buy something to eat or play with cos you're just too lazy to move an inch. or to let you try something really delicious and frightening at the same time to help you get over your fear (frogs!), with you pouting and whining the whole time.&lt;br /&gt;10/ i can act like a small kid who just learnt how to talk and get away with it cos he'll play along too. or act like some professional in something and fall flat on my face in embarassment and he'll be there to laugh it all off for me, or was it at me? hmm..&lt;br /&gt;11/ and most importantly, he &lt;b&gt;never ever&lt;/b&gt; shouts at me. he reasons with me when i do something wrong, gives me time to cool off before comforting me and offer a helping hand, listens to me when i talk and doesn't look down on me just because i'm 12 years younger but respects me as an individual, as a woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, tell me, is he the perfect man for me or is he the perfect man for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, bless all you darlings out there who have found and is with your partner in life, as for those who are looking for and/or waiting for your own special and customized perfect man to come along in life, just remember this, as i have told many others before, &lt;b&gt;there is one special person meant for you in this lifetime, you just got to look into the right corners of this earth&lt;/b&gt; or wait at the right corners for him to come along :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;(words used to describe are plainly based on stereotypes of what men and women want in their other half. no offence should be taken as stereotypes, are well, just stereotypes, and not everyone is like that.)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18789623-113928577283176094?l=mrs-wong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrs-wong.blogspot.com/feeds/113928577283176094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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sunday, chinese new year 1st day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a lot of people commented that the meat was too tough, but honestly, i know why it's hard. it's not because i overcooked it (and i seriously doubt you can eat pork medium done) but because the meat used for it is the wrong part of the pig. hahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember the first time i went to buy pork to cook sweet&amp;sour pork, the uncle told me that sweet and sour pork needs a different part of the pig to use to cook, if not it won't be nice. so yah, and i'm rather positively sure that it is the wrong part cos the one my mum bought for me looks very different from the one the uncle gave me. his has more fats, but mum's one is like lean meat or something. oh wells!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till the next time i attempt to cook. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18789623-113894547109101132?l=mrs-wong.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-18789623.post-113808159518506537</id><published>2006-01-24T13:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T13:53:44.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wedding gowns</title><content type='html'>one of my facilitator sent me an email containing various links to sites which contained wedding related stuff. and since i was so bored, and pretty redundant into today's group (it's maths and graphs) i decided to surf the web to take a look at what i might think i want for my wedding gown to be like... and here's what i saw and really like.. 10 altogether. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/628/320/09.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" 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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-18789623.post-113806839759157221</id><published>2006-01-24T09:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T10:10:59.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lovely ladies</title><content type='html'>who better to ask for help for the wedding than my primary school classmates! who've known me since i entered school! that's like.. 11-12 years already?! hehe. yes, CERISE girls :) and of cos my darling secondary school good friend, holly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was just going through all the stuff in the storeroom (which is in a total mess!) and i found the guestbook that sean and i had bought last year, supposedly to be used during our solemnisation but we decided not to use it cos it was going to be a really small affair. so i was like, "eh, we are going to use this for the wedding dinner right?" and he said, "yah! and we need helpers for that!" so i was like running through my brain who i could rely on for a job like this and others. he said he can't depend on his friends cos they simply just turned up and did nothing like they said they would on our solemnisation (they said they'll help us collect red packets and gifts and get the guests to sign the guestbook, but they didn't)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and since i met up with my darling primary school friends that day (and boy! am i glad to!) i was like "HOW ABOUT THEM!?!?" and sean said to ask first before we confirmed anything and the response was great. hehe. one of amanda's response was the funniest and most assuring, "haha.. wow cool.. i always wanted to do tt during weddings! haha.. ok no problem.. count me in :)" am i glad to have you girls as friends or what?? so Holly, Chris, Michelle K. and Amanda have all agreed to help me with the wedding dinner. hopefully, they'll do me the honour of guarding the door when sean picks me up! hehe. so exciting! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sean had actually wanted to do a one man show, turning up at the door alone. haha. but then when i said he can get my brother's help, he was all for it! haha. then whilst walking home, i was thinking that maybe zhicong could help too! afterall, cong is like my big big big! brother. i remember when we were small and visiting farms in singapore, he held my hand tightly cos i was so scared of the huge dogs guarding those farms! hehe. and when i went korea, cong was my personal pillow on the bus. haha. yes, great big brother who brought me shopping and bought me stuff i wanted on my birthday and christmas! hehe. yes, i'm pampered by him too. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here's to my wonderful helpers (amanda, chris, holly and michele k. my brother, felix and *cross fingers* hopefully zhicong!) and darling of a hubs hubs, sean (for giving me what i want and making everything so sweet and great. hehe) thank you all! soooooooooo looking forward to that day... hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. there's still so much to prepare! but it seems like there's a lot of time to waste as well! wahaha. great or what?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18789623-113806839759157221?l=mrs-wong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrs-wong.blogspot.com/feeds/113806839759157221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18789623&amp;postID=113806839759157221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18789623/posts/default/113806839759157221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18789623/posts/default/113806839759157221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrs-wong.blogspot.com/2006/01/lovely-ladies.html' title='lovely ladies'/><author><name>mabes</name><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-18789623.post-113754754666789378</id><published>2006-01-18T08:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T09:29:36.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>current mood: HAPPY!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;the last 2 days had been fun and really great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for monday's details, please proceed to my other blog, since this is suppose to be &lt;b&gt;mrs wong&lt;/b&gt; and not mabel. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday (tuesday) i was discussing with my mum the details for the wedding dinner and everything. asking her what we're suppose to do that day, how to go about arranging it etc. then called to check the place that we plan to hold it at, and it said that currently it's available on the date that we want, but there were 5 other couples who were still deciding. true or not, i'm not sure. if it's a tactic to make us book the place, it worked! haha. cos after i pestered sean to bring everyone down for food tasting, he relented after he realise how upset i was when i said, "what if we don't get the place???" so he booked the place while i was sulking one side, and went to gather my parents, his and my grandparents etc. so those we went besides us, both parents and my grandparents was his younger brother and my sister + maid. mum couldn't bare to leave the 2 of them alone at home. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we had dinner, and cos the place was part of this group called Tung Lok (i think i might have mis-spelt it) everyone was saying that the food and service would be great even before we had anything. haha! and it's true!! they were all so goddamn delicious, especially their desserts! (i got so freakin' excited just by putting them on my plate. imagine that!!) &lt;i&gt;i'm in loveeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so needless to say, we've decided on the place and all of us, especially me! (the arguably most pampered of all - for now that is) is happy, happy, happy! weeeeeeeeee! haha, ok, am going ku ku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yah, i forgot to say the place. haha. it's &lt;b&gt;Paramount Hotel&lt;/b&gt; opposite parkway. and reason why we chose the place? cos the lazy bum bum me refuse to travel far. wahaha! and also cos of all the really great incentives! like 3 free (hold and behold!) KTV ROOMS!! wahaha! and of cos the usual free hotel stay thing. haha. there's more lah, but most are the usual.. wedding invitation, valet parking, waiver of corkage fee etc. oh yah! and they can cater to a single individual vegetarian and muslim! great isn't it? in case you're wondering, the muslim food would be specially catered from outside! so considerate right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yah. that's about it la! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we changed the bedsheets on sunday. and sotong me, forgot the take photo of the first set of bedsheets (jolene! do you have it??) haha. but i did take the second one!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's to the upcoming chinese new year and valentine's day! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/628/320/P1152107.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;this is our darling bedroom and the beautiful lamp!&lt;br /&gt;(wardrobe's on the left, not seen)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/628/320/P1152105.jpg" border="0" /&gt;our new bedsheets!&lt;br /&gt;sweet love &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18789623-113754754666789378?l=mrs-wong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrs-wong.blogspot.com/feeds/113754754666789378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18789623&amp;postID=113754754666789378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18789623/posts/default/113754754666789378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18789623/posts/default/113754754666789378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrs-wong.blogspot.com/2006/01/current-mood-happy.html' title='current mood: HAPPY!!'/><author><name>mabes</name><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-18789623.post-113716806004596754</id><published>2006-01-13T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T00:01:00.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wong's princess</title><content type='html'>today, baby was really great!! hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he brought me, my brother and brother's girlfriend to eat at century square's billy bombers. *slurp!* so delicious! love love love!! the cookies&amp;cream milkshake. HEART IT! hehe. my brother paid for 1/4 of the meal, and sean paid the rest. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, we walked around century square to look at new shops that opened, some stuff they had. spent a while at this hobby shop looking at all the deformed pokemon (head tilted 180º away from actual position!) and all the diy car models, discussing about all the cars we like and dislike. haha. damn fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that, we realised that it was going to be 9pm soon, and bro's gf gotta be home at around 9pm, so we took off and headed for the taxi stand to send her back. we went in the direction where one of sean's student was working at a stall in cs, but she wasn't there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we headed for the exit, and on the way out, i saw SWEATERS!! if i'm not wrong, it was RED2. i found a sweater that did not have a hood! which i'm so glad to find, cos i've been trying to find that for like 9374983723487329423 years!! haha. it was the last piece =( sean asked me if i liked it, and i did! it's so nice! (it's white and plain, no design whatsoever - simplicity, i like) haha. then i checked it and all, more or less very new la. doubt anyone has touched it more than i did. haha. then he said he'll buy it for me!! i insisted on buying it for myself, but he said he'll buy it for me. then he took the sweater to the counter to buy it. YAY! hehe. mr wong bought me a sweater! wahaha. ok, i sound crazy. but the last time sean bought me clothes related stuff, it was like about 1 year ago. for the past year, it's been gadgets and practical stuff - like a house! and my darling ipod!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't wanna tell you all too much, it's getting late. haha. but yay! i felt like a total princess today. hehe. i love love my baby so much. yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18789623-113716806004596754?l=mrs-wong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrs-wong.blogspot.com/feeds/113716806004596754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18789623&amp;postID=113716806004596754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18789623/posts/default/113716806004596754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18789623/posts/default/113716806004596754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrs-wong.blogspot.com/2006/01/wongs-princess.html' title='wong&apos;s princess'/><author><name>mabes</name><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-18789623.post-113702904350796968</id><published>2006-01-12T09:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T09:24:03.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>taking the pregs down</title><content type='html'>Hmm, food for thought – when will you have a child? Who will look after it? What changes would you make in your life for it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sean and I discussed that issue last night cos I was feeling a little unsure and having some fears. We decided that we should have kids after I have worked for about 2-3 years. That should be when I’m about… 24-25? Then we’ll look after the child ourselves, meaning, I’ll stay at home and look after our kid, cos by then Sean would definitely be able to look after another mouth. Depending on how you look at it, there’s good and bad to it. Good – I can lead the tai-tai like life that all my classmates have been saying, meaning I can go out as and when I like with my baby, do side work like tuition or conduct courses. And still be a superb housewife =P The bad – that I’ll end up as a huang lian puo (yellow-faced woman) but I highly doubt I would, given my character and personality. Haha! So it would definitely be the former. I am, afterall, a lazy bum bum and might never ever settle for or survive a 9-5 job or something that’s stable and same everyday. Haha! Yes, I like to do things that don’t deal with much politics (think office politics, bleah) haha. Oh yah, another one is to like help my dad with his business. Haha. Family business should hardly have any politics, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyways, I’m thinking of this now because I want to make sure my future has sort of a plan. At least a path that I’m sure would turn out ok, not great or wonderful, just ok. Haha. Yes, a little bit worried cos the last few days, I’ve been feeling a little erm, preggy. And I don’t want anything right now, I just want to complete my studies and go out into the working world first before anything else happens to our current lifestyle. But I doubt I am. It’s quite 50-50 actually. Oh boy... bleah. Let’s just wait and see… I could just be suffering from indigestion or something. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;current Kitchen wish-list&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1/ a pot&lt;br /&gt;2/ metal forks and spoons&lt;br /&gt;3/ knives&lt;br /&gt;4/ 20 piece dinner set (that matches my house and dining table)&lt;br /&gt;5/ a rack to put all the wet plates and stuff, current one is too high for me. I can’t reach it =(&lt;br /&gt;6/ all the different sauces to make my delicious meal for my delicious hubby, haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18789623-113702904350796968?l=mrs-wong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrs-wong.blogspot.com/feeds/113702904350796968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18789623&amp;postID=113702904350796968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18789623/posts/default/113702904350796968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18789623/posts/default/113702904350796968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrs-wong.blogspot.com/2006/01/taking-pregs-down.html' title='taking the pregs down'/><author><name>mabes</name><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-18789623.post-113627187571592326</id><published>2006-01-03T14:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T15:25:30.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fancy a little bit of us</title><content type='html'>mr and mrs wong would like to thank the people who bought the precious moments culinary set!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;thank you. thank you. thank you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;! ! !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;mrs wong, i.e. me, is going driving tonight! at 8! yes, i'm going to try driving in the night. mr wong, i.e. sean, told me to pray that it will not rain, cos last night when we were driving home from dinner, it was raining and he said that the visibility is very bad especially with heavy rain. but i think i should try to drive in every situation now, with an instructor, so that after i get my license, i'll be good to go. tee hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;AM so excited. i can't wait to get my license and then start flashing it in front of all those people who said they'll drive me to the driving centre to re-take my test. wahaha! victory shall be mine! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ok, going nuts. i really want my license. as in really, really, really want it. i want it bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;here are 2 photos of mr and mrs wong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/628/1600/2hearts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/628/320/2hearts.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/628/320/white%2Cblack%2Corange.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/628/1600/2hearts.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/628/1600/white,black,orange.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18789623-113627187571592326?l=mrs-wong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrs-wong.blogspot.com/feeds/113627187571592326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18789623&amp;postID=113627187571592326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18789623/posts/default/113627187571592326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18789623/posts/default/113627187571592326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrs-wong.blogspot.com/2006/01/fancy-little-bit-of-us.html' title='fancy a little bit of us'/><author><name>mabes</name><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-18789623.post-113568860249415462</id><published>2005-12-27T20:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T21:03:22.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mrs wong, chef in the making</title><content type='html'>I COOKED TODAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sweet and sour pork.&lt;br /&gt;stir-fried chicken tofu with mixed vegetables.&lt;br /&gt;minced meat and pork liver soup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was bored, cos sean had to go back to school for meeting from 8.30 till about 5+. so i decided to cook! more details with regards to the shopping and stuff in my other blog =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after sean's meeting was over, he came back and saw me busying in the kitchen. he asked if i needed help, but i wanted to really cook on my own, so i shooed him out. wahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and soon, the dishes and soup were all flowing out from the kitchen. wooot! i was so happy! DELIGHTED! ESTACTIC! wahaha. then i called sean out and he scooped the rice while i poured zappel for both of us. then we had dinner. success success!! SUCCESS! weeeeeeeeeeeeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. yes, going ku ku. but hey! I CAN COOK. wahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my maid said the sweet and sour pork was nice, and the chicken not bad. sean said the chicken was good and the sweet and sour pork a bit different from the outside ones. wahaha. i didn't use flour lah! only a bit of corn flour. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but who cares! they all tasted fine and normal. wahaha! looks normal too! wahaha! ok, next one is to have my parents taste it. wahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;MRS WONG CAN COOK! SO CAN YOU!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18789623-113568860249415462?l=mrs-wong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrs-wong.blogspot.com/feeds/113568860249415462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18789623&amp;postID=113568860249415462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18789623/posts/default/113568860249415462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18789623/posts/default/113568860249415462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrs-wong.blogspot.com/2005/12/mrs-wong-chef-in-making.html' title='mrs wong, chef in the making'/><author><name>mabes</name><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-18789623.post-113532982749927162</id><published>2005-12-23T17:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T17:24:38.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gone and back</title><content type='html'>it's been a while since i last posted something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i must say.. life has been pretty boring after everything is done and all the housewarming is over.. there's nothing to do.. i want to go out and shop, but sean's either always too tired or just doesn't want to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like just last night, he said we would go parkway to do some shopping today.. but in the end.. after his friend came over in the morning and they chit-chatted while ijust stare blankly into the tv screen, he said we should go for lunch. so obviously i was happy! then i said &lt;i&gt;let's go parkway!&lt;/i&gt; then he dropped the bomb.. &lt;b&gt;i'm too tired. let's just go and eat.&lt;/b&gt; so yes, here i am at home, all alone while he's sleeping, on another boring boring FRIDAY afternoon... he gotta go back to school next week for 2 FULL DAYS. WHAT THE FUCK AM I SUPPOSE TO DO!? argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm upset, disappointed and angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i'm not allowed to be any of those, cos if i am, he'll just say that i'm selfish cos he's been busy (with what i don't know) and that he did a lot of things and he want to just rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forget it. i think sooner or later i'll just go numb - like he said he would to my endless getting pissed off. argh! whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY CAN'T HE BE THE FUN GUY I USED TO KNOW!? and they say girls are the ones that changed after marriage... bullshit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18789623-113532982749927162?l=mrs-wong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrs-wong.blogspot.com/feeds/113532982749927162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18789623&amp;postID=113532982749927162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18789623/posts/default/113532982749927162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18789623/posts/default/113532982749927162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrs-wong.blogspot.com/2005/12/gone-and-back.html' title='gone and back'/><author><name>mabes</name><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-18789623.post-113419682571835742</id><published>2005-12-10T14:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-10T14:41:26.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>frostie the snowman, la la la la la la la</title><content type='html'>christmas is coming! hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm dying to buy a christmas tree for the house! not a big one, just a small one to put on the dining table. hehe. but i've yet to find the size that i want it in! i think i shall head down to takashimaya one of these days to buy it.. i hope the entire thing is still there! i saw tons of trees there a few weeks back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the house is coming on great. sean is an awesome painter - especially when i'm not around. i'm not very helpful with all my complaining know? but i did do a 1000 piece jigsaw puzzle for the house!! haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okays, gotta shift everything over by tomorrow afternoon, cos there's a family bbq to attend at night. and on monday, my parent's place will be on renovation. yup yup!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18789623-113419682571835742?l=mrs-wong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrs-wong.blogspot.com/feeds/113419682571835742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18789623&amp;postID=113419682571835742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18789623/posts/default/113419682571835742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18789623/posts/default/113419682571835742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrs-wong.blogspot.com/2005/12/frostie-snowman-la-la-la-la-la-la-la.html' title='frostie the snowman, la la la la la la la'/><author><name>mabes</name><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-18789623.post-113319549118778644</id><published>2005-11-29T00:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T08:12:24.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>one month down the road together as one flesh</title><content type='html'>it's officially our &lt;b&gt;one month&lt;/b&gt; wedding anniversary. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to the temple to pray today cos i'm going out to drive tomorrow (and thank god it's a good lot!) plus, it's been a while since we last went to pray. went with my mr wong and my brother + gf (OMG! yes, my brother has a gf!) haha! so they waited for us while we went to pray and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanted to have bak ku teh for dinner cos they've never tried it before, and sean and i wanted to introduce them something nice and new to them (first time seeing my brother's gf!) but while we were walking there, i suddenly had an urge to tell sean this &lt;i&gt;"scully the shop close. i drop onto the ground i tell you!"&lt;/i&gt; haha! and guess what?! it was really closed. haha. sean replied, &lt;i&gt;"your premonition is at work again ar"&lt;/i&gt; haha! yes, this is not the first time i said about something before it happened. lol! weirrrd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhus! what happened after that was that we were deciding where else to eat, and suddenly he said &lt;b&gt;BILLY BOMERS&lt;/b&gt; and i was like &lt;i&gt;WHAT?!?! why go to such an expensive place for just a normal dinner?!&lt;/i&gt; haha. then we were deciding on mos burger, food court, mcdonalds etc. then suddenly i screamed &lt;i&gt;GUESS WHAT DAY IS IT TOMORROW?!&lt;/i&gt; then he thought for a while and said &lt;b&gt;oh! happy 1st *month wedding anniversary, dear! let's go billy bombers to celebrate!&lt;/b&gt; haha. then he told my brother + gf that we're going to go there to eat to celebrate our 1st wedding anniversary. and told them to join us. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yes, we went there and had OREO MILKSHAKE!! plus 2 set meals and one shared honey stung chicken. we shared the 3 dishes together, so filling!! haha. then we ate and talked, and crapped. after that we walked around bugis until the gf gotta go home. so we all took a cab and sent her back (BF must know 101, with sean&amp;mabes) and then we went back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;played games and stuff. am currently waiting for them to be done looking and deciding what to buy in their game (thank god i'm an archer, so much easier to buy weapons. wahaha!) so yah lah. going on to paint the house in a while. AIN'T GOING SCHOOL TOMORROW! (or rather later. haha!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;excited about tomorrow's driving lesson! weeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18789623-113319549118778644?l=mrs-wong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrs-wong.blogspot.com/feeds/113319549118778644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18789623&amp;postID=113319549118778644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18789623/posts/default/113319549118778644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18789623/posts/default/113319549118778644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrs-wong.blogspot.com/2005/11/one-month-down-road-together-as-one.html' title='one month down the road together as one flesh'/><author><name>mabes</name><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-18789623.post-113293580208818254</id><published>2005-11-26T00:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-26T00:23:22.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mrs wong and her driving plans</title><content type='html'>i have called mr teo to ask him to to teach me driving, just this evening. i am so excited and so over the top!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happily jumping while talking to him, telling him that i'm a first-time learner and that i've just passed my basics and obtained my PDL. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg. imagine the actual feel of going onto the roads. JUST IMAGINING IT GETS ME HIGH! hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anywhos, i will keep an update on my entire driving learning experience here cos it's like a whole new chapter in my life. and my baby's supporting me all the way in driving. hehe. he's so encouraging and supportive. i love you, sweets! hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;currently, sean and my brother are playing Conquer Online, i've sent my character for training, it's cheaper for me and that it's more "profitable" for me in terms of XP. wahaha! so it's a cheap and easy way for me to level up. we just went for supper at block 85. sean and i weren't quite hungry, so we just had ah-balling! while my brother had porridge. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg, i'm seriously excited about starting to learn how to drive this coming tuesday. hehe. excited, scared, enthusiastic and very nervous! hehe. all in one! but mostly excitement! hehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18789623-113293580208818254?l=mrs-wong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrs-wong.blogspot.com/feeds/113293580208818254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18789623&amp;postID=113293580208818254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18789623/posts/default/113293580208818254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18789623/posts/default/113293580208818254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrs-wong.blogspot.com/2005/11/mrs-wong-and-her-driving-plans.html' title='mrs wong and her driving plans'/><author><name>mabes</name><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-18789623.post-113264267669508640</id><published>2005-11-22T14:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T14:57:56.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mrs wong learns how to drive</title><content type='html'>yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just passed my basic driving theory test, and just obtained my PDL (provisional driving licence)!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going to start to learn how to drive while waiting for my final driving theory test. wahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18789623-113264267669508640?l=mrs-wong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrs-wong.blogspot.com/feeds/113264267669508640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18789623&amp;postID=113264267669508640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18789623/posts/default/113264267669508640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18789623/posts/default/113264267669508640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrs-wong.blogspot.com/2005/11/mrs-wong-learns-how-to-drive.html' title='mrs wong learns how to drive'/><author><name>mabes</name><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-18789623.post-113219491184036085</id><published>2005-11-17T10:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T10:35:11.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my apologies</title><content type='html'>yesterday and the day before was my fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i was all alone in our empty house (not exactly since there's our rabbits) i was thinking of the past few days, when i've been feeling neglected. all in all, i think it's only fair. cos one thing for sure is that he had objections to my bowling cos of my back problems but he still let me bowl, he even follows me to training! so yes, feeling guilty and realising that i'm taking away something he like so much away from him is very, very cruel of me! cos he didn't take away something i like so much away even though mine is more serious, cos my back is involved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yes, when he came back, i apologised to him but he was obviously still pissed. then i told him all of the above and told him it's been so selfish of me, etc etc. then he said that he'll stop playing the game cos of the house but i was like "don't bluff! house or no house you'll still play it regularly!" basically, i made him go out and play the game with my sister and brother, me also lah! then the 4 of us basically just enjoyed ourselves until about 1am this morning. haha! before we started playing the game, i told him that he married a really childish and immature wife, but guess what he replied? he smiled and said, "it's ok. you'll mature over time, you're on your way there already." &lt;b&gt;YAY!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah! haha. then we cuddled to sleep. have i told you guys that recently i like to sleep in my birthday suit? wahaha. so comfy and all. and when he realised i was like that last night (i complained of stomach pain and he moved his hands over to pressure it) haha. just go imagine la. woke up thinking that it was 6am, but actually, it's 7 ALREADY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okies. we're still quite a long way to our perfect house, but everything will be fine. YES!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18789623-113219491184036085?l=mrs-wong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrs-wong.blogspot.com/feeds/113219491184036085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18789623&amp;postID=113219491184036085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18789623/posts/default/113219491184036085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18789623/posts/default/113219491184036085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrs-wong.blogspot.com/2005/11/my-apologies.html' title='my apologies'/><author><name>mabes</name><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-18789623.post-113211533594058958</id><published>2005-11-16T12:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T12:28:55.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thanks, mum</title><content type='html'>my mother did us a HUGE favor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night when we were calculating our expenses and all, we realised that we enough to pay for all the necessary things like his car insurance + road tax, our bed frame + mattress and the wedding reception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but we didn't have enough to buy paint to re-paint the house (it's $60 per bucket for freakin' out of my mind's sake!), he won't have enough to spend on food till his next pay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO, i went to mum and had a talk with her. she did say if i had any problems, i can always count on her and just tell her the figures and numbers and she'll decide how much we'll need, and then she'll give it to us. when i first talk to her (about a month ago) she said she'll give me $2k, so i was expecting that much. but last night, after the talk, she wrote me a cheque (which i will be depositing later). all i can say is that she gave me more than what i had expected, and that it is more than double the amount i expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mum has got to be the best (of cos, i might come back another day blabbering about why i don't like her so much. haha!) but yes, as they always say, mum will always be your mum. no matter what, they will still and always love us =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she also told me that she's going to have a giro like thing for me, whereby every month, she'll have my allowance deposited in my account (sound so working kind, right?) then i'll just withdraw. she also made sure i heard this comment on the fact that i'm getting more than twice the amount my sister got last time, when she was still schooling in poly. haha. i know, i know. i've always had more allowance than everyone else =) but hey! i'll be providing for you all sooner than all of them! i'm sure of it =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now. i sent this sms to sean last night, using his hp (yes, i sent it back to his hp too. haha!) "&lt;i&gt;i need you to spend time with me. i need you to hug me to sleep. i need you more than anything. but you don't seem to need me the same way.&lt;/i&gt;" it had him climbing into bed with me, hugging me from the back (i was facing the wall) softly saying "&lt;i&gt;i'm sorry&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;honestly, it was what i wanted, him hugging me to sleep. but i felt bad cos while i think he should spend more time with me than the online game, i was also thinking that i had been selfish by taking him away from the game. contridicting? yes, i think. i want him to spend time with me yet, when he turns of the laptop cos i tell him to, i feel bad! what is wrong with me? goodness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;obviously, i woke up feeling moody. no mood to talk to him. don't even have the mood to hold his hand. but i felt really bad, so when he dropped me off at the mrt station, i did the usual routine of telling him to becareful while driving or to drive safe, and giving him a kiss on the lips. only today, i didn't face him. it was sort of a half-half kind of thing. i only gave him the area of half my lips and part of my face. i'm weird, i know. but i'm also feeling very, very neglected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moving on! he told me yesterday that he has decided to move the rabbits over first (yay!) which is today! the rabbits are going to their new home today! yay! then felix (my brother) would be helping sean to clean up the house first. when he has to go off for tuition, felix will go home to wait for me and after i finished school, i'll go find felix then we'll head back to the house and clean up further. after which, we'll go with our parents for dinner at parkway cos my younger sister (sonia) is having tuition there. haha! and after that, depending on my mood and the cleanliness of the new house, maybe we'll continue with the cleaning of the house. or maybe i should just stay home to watch the dancing drama show on ch8. &lt;i&gt;hmm...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18789623-113211533594058958?l=mrs-wong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrs-wong.blogspot.com/feeds/113211533594058958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18789623&amp;postID=113211533594058958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18789623/posts/default/113211533594058958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18789623/posts/default/113211533594058958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrs-wong.blogspot.com/2005/11/thanks-mum.html' title='thanks, mum'/><author><name>mabes</name><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-18789623.post-113193535887672137</id><published>2005-11-14T10:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T12:32:16.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>more wedding reception photos</title><content type='html'>here's the set from one of my uncle. there's still 2 more on the way, from another uncle of mine and sean's brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/628/320/10.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;my parents (on the left) and his (on the right) and us inbetween.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/628/320/11.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;us and my parents! his now too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/628/320/09.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;us and my maid, rowena + younngest sister, sonia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/628/320/08.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;us and my second aunt + husband&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/628/320/07.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;us and my first aunt + family. zhicong and yuting, my darling cousins =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/628/320/06.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;us and my dad's only brother, my uncle + family&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/628/320/01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;my grandma (mum's side) talking to us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/628/320/02.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;we made the kids go on a treasure hunt so they'll stop getting into trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/628/320/03.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;them, while searching&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/628/320/04.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;i wasn't too happy when the fella kept reading my name wrongly. from lee yin mei to lee jing mei? OMG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/628/320/05.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;i found the swear/vow pretty hilarious, it's so in the movies. only that we aren't looking at each other endearingly in the eys. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18789623-113193535887672137?l=mrs-wong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrs-wong.blogspot.com/feeds/113193535887672137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18789623&amp;postID=113193535887672137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18789623/posts/default/113193535887672137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18789623/posts/default/113193535887672137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrs-wong.blogspot.com/2005/11/more-wedding-reception-photos.html' title='more wedding reception photos'/><author><name>mabes</name><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-18789623.post-113169273198917743</id><published>2005-11-11T14:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T15:05:31.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>married life, part I</title><content type='html'>i'm like writing a book, a book of my marriage to sean. haha. what's up with my title! i'm just so in love with all these part I part II stuff nowadays. wahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, life has been rather routined. i wake up in morning, shower, got dress, wake him up, do my hair, check my things while he wears his shoes, open the door, head towards his car, he drops me off at the mrt station and off we go towards our own destination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we just deal with our whatever nots and he'll either head home first or stick around in school to wait for me. then he'll pick me up from the taxi stand and we'll either go back to his place or mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, depending on time and all that, we'll decide what to do. either eat or sleep or play computer games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then after that, in the evening, we'll have dinner then play somemore games, while i get distracted by the 9pm show on channel 8. haha. then after that play a while more and then we head to the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's when the things vary from one night to another. like sometimes he'll massage me to sleep first then he'll go exercise and play game, or sometimes we'll just have you-know-what before he gives me a massage till i fall asleep. or i'll just fall asleep while he exercises and he'll tell me if he had massaged me the day after. or sometimes we'll just fool around we konk out. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* everyday is like the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i don't really know why i actually made this blog for. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe when we're finally living alone together, there'll be more stories to tell! *fingers crossed*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18789623-113169273198917743?l=mrs-wong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrs-wong.blogspot.com/feeds/113169273198917743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18789623&amp;postID=113169273198917743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18789623/posts/default/113169273198917743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18789623/posts/default/113169273198917743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrs-wong.blogspot.com/2005/11/married-life-part-i.html' title='married life, part I'/><author><name>mabes</name><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-18789623.post-113154963443225838</id><published>2005-11-09T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T23:20:34.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a whole new concept</title><content type='html'>yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so proud of myself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;managed to complete this entire new blog on my own! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of cos i had a little help with blogskins.com. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, people that i have given this blog to, you can list it under &lt;b&gt;mrs wong&lt;/b&gt; cos one thing i know for sure is that i'll still use the other one. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, i'm greedy =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes, i've finally come to acceptance of whatever you all are calling me. be it &lt;i&gt;wong tai tai&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;mrs wong&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;tai tai&lt;/i&gt; etc. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. need to like rest my tired eyes now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18789623-113154963443225838?l=mrs-wong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrs-wong.blogspot.com/feeds/113154963443225838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18789623&amp;postID=113154963443225838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18789623/posts/default/113154963443225838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18789623/posts/default/113154963443225838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrs-wong.blogspot.com/2005/11/whole-new-concept.html' title='a whole new concept'/><author><name>mabes</name><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-18789623.post-113151751915745470</id><published>2005-11-09T14:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T14:25:19.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yes, i am mrs wong.</title><content type='html'>haha. new blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18789623-113151751915745470?l=mrs-wong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrs-wong.blogspot.com/feeds/113151751915745470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18789623&amp;postID=113151751915745470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18789623/posts/default/113151751915745470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18789623/posts/default/113151751915745470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrs-wong.blogspot.com/2005/11/yes-i-am-mrs-wong.html' title='yes, i am mrs wong.'/><author><name>mabes</name><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>
