<?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-22956786</id><updated>2011-04-22T04:17:18.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>eastsiders</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-now-or-never-.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22956786/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-now-or-never-.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>itsnowornever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00174582110682697209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>39</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22956786.post-116964684018821477</id><published>2007-01-24T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T21:54:00.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Ah Gong, Happy Belated Birthday!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22956786-116964684018821477?l=its-now-or-never-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-now-or-never-.blogspot.com/feeds/116964684018821477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22956786&amp;postID=116964684018821477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22956786/posts/default/116964684018821477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22956786/posts/default/116964684018821477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-now-or-never-.blogspot.com/2007/01/ah-gong-happy-belated-birthday.html' title=''/><author><name>itsnowornever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00174582110682697209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22956786.post-116903024687453341</id><published>2007-01-17T18:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T18:37:26.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy One Year Three Months Babe!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Love ya so much my &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Wifey Noodles&lt;/span&gt;! Hah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22956786-116903024687453341?l=its-now-or-never-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-now-or-never-.blogspot.com/feeds/116903024687453341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22956786&amp;postID=116903024687453341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22956786/posts/default/116903024687453341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22956786/posts/default/116903024687453341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-now-or-never-.blogspot.com/2007/01/happy-one-year-three-months-babelove.html' title=''/><author><name>itsnowornever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00174582110682697209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22956786.post-116680025699268313</id><published>2006-12-22T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T23:10:57.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X mas Concert 21 Dec 2006 &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3658/2343/320/255006/Picture3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3658/2343/320/184860/love%21%20008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3658/2343/320/57416/Picture1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22956786-116680025699268313?l=its-now-or-never-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-now-or-never-.blogspot.com/feeds/116680025699268313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22956786&amp;postID=116680025699268313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22956786/posts/default/116680025699268313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22956786/posts/default/116680025699268313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-now-or-never-.blogspot.com/2006/12/x-mas-concert-21-dec-2006.html' title=''/><author><name>itsnowornever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00174582110682697209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22956786.post-116662969178349453</id><published>2006-12-20T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T23:48:11.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Photos from the Sentosa trip on 18 dec.&lt;br /&gt;&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/x/blogger/3658/2343/320/693556/love%21%20003%282%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3658/2343/320/447474/love%21%20004%282%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3658/2343/320/946903/love%21%20006%282%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3658/2343/320/360939/love%21%20008%281%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3658/2343/320/980924/love%21%20010%281%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3658/2343/320/191515/love%21%20014%281%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3658/2343/320/752025/love%21%20013%281%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22956786-116662969178349453?l=its-now-or-never-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-now-or-never-.blogspot.com/feeds/116662969178349453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22956786&amp;postID=116662969178349453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22956786/posts/default/116662969178349453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22956786/posts/default/116662969178349453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-now-or-never-.blogspot.com/2006/12/photos-from-sentosa-trip-on-18-dec.html' title=''/><author><name>itsnowornever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00174582110682697209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22956786.post-116594160624499902</id><published>2006-12-13T00:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T00:40:06.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Uh huh.. back from a period of one month absence. Right, we re closing in on the final two weeks of the year end vacation which couldnt be any better. Myriad of events happened.&lt;br /&gt;We all had a blast at team chalet which kicked started the holis. Fucking loads of great fun. There were sweet dates with dear of course. Outings with the usual peeps. And there was a fine Sunday without Mum to prepare dinner as usual so dad and I spent the evening out. Mum had her vacation overseas with sis.&lt;br /&gt;Dear and I along with Zixi and Darryl went to Escape last week or so as the entrance fee wasnt a inflated $16 but much affordable. Went skating with dear the past few days. Dear doesnt need guards now ;) Jam session the day before yesterday with Gawaine was indeed productive.&lt;br /&gt;Chunni and I made our way to suntec today to purchase my guitar and catch deja vu. Darling has left for Genting close to four hours ago. Ill miss my sweetie. heh heh. Titanic hugs and Gomez.&lt;br /&gt;Shitloads more to blog but ill stop now. laaaater..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22956786-116594160624499902?l=its-now-or-never-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-now-or-never-.blogspot.com/feeds/116594160624499902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22956786&amp;postID=116594160624499902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22956786/posts/default/116594160624499902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22956786/posts/default/116594160624499902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-now-or-never-.blogspot.com/2006/12/uh-huh.html' title=''/><author><name>itsnowornever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00174582110682697209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22956786.post-116317331191137739</id><published>2006-11-10T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T00:01:29.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Another Friday to savour.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3658/2343/320/34231464054637l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The old jackhammers.&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/3658/2343/320/love%21%20006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Isnt that bad huh babe?&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/3658/2343/320/love%21%20001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;RockerBABE!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3658/2343/320/love%21%20008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Wheeeezzaboom! Great fun always taking neoprints with babe.&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/3658/2343/320/DSC07290.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Captain America! ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22956786-116317331191137739?l=its-now-or-never-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-now-or-never-.blogspot.com/feeds/116317331191137739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22956786&amp;postID=116317331191137739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22956786/posts/default/116317331191137739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22956786/posts/default/116317331191137739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-now-or-never-.blogspot.com/2006/11/another-friday-to-savour.html' title=''/><author><name>itsnowornever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00174582110682697209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22956786.post-116132584954463543</id><published>2006-10-20T13:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T14:30:49.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY ONE YEAR ANNIVERSARY DARLING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we first got together, 161005&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3658/2343/320/Image001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&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/3658/2343/320/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/3658/2343/320/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/3658/2343/320/xsbabbiiANGELsx%20035.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3658/2343/320/punkrockers%20005.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&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/3658/2343/320/lovers%20013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&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/3658/2343/320/love%20036.jpg" border="0" /&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/3658/2343/320/love%20004.jpg" border="0" /&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/3658/2343/320/love%20020.jpg" border="0" /&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/3658/2343/320/RIMG0018.jpg" border="0" /&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/3658/2343/320/love%21%20002.jpg" border="0" /&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/3658/2343/320/love%21%20002.0.jpg" border="0" /&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/3658/2343/320/love%21%20003_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3658/2343/320/love%21%20003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;One year together, 161006.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22956786-116132584954463543?l=its-now-or-never-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-now-or-never-.blogspot.com/feeds/116132584954463543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22956786&amp;postID=116132584954463543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22956786/posts/default/116132584954463543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22956786/posts/default/116132584954463543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-now-or-never-.blogspot.com/2006/10/happy-one-year-anniversary-darling.html' title=''/><author><name>itsnowornever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00174582110682697209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22956786.post-115807835403644986</id><published>2006-09-13T00:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T22:34:10.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Headed for Tampines stadium straight after dinner to catch the AFC Cup match up between Tampines Rovers(Singapore) and Al Wihdat(Jordan). Uncle had asked me to join him for the game. Al Wihdat clinched the victory 0-1. By far the most entertaining game the Tampines side has played in. Had supper at Mac before we made our way home.&lt;br /&gt;Poor dear was stuck in tuition. Heh heh.. By the way people, Its our Eleventh month this coming Saturday. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Drum roll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; please... =) We have plans for sure on Saturday. I love my &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Mrs Doraemon soooooooooooooooo soooooooooo much!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Ill end here guys. Farewell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22956786-115807835403644986?l=its-now-or-never-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-now-or-never-.blogspot.com/feeds/115807835403644986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22956786&amp;postID=115807835403644986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22956786/posts/default/115807835403644986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22956786/posts/default/115807835403644986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-now-or-never-.blogspot.com/2006/09/headed-for-tampines-stadium-straight.html' title=''/><author><name>itsnowornever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00174582110682697209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22956786.post-115755340207738119</id><published>2006-09-06T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T22:38:25.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sup people out there. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;We re back together, yes we are&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cheers&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; The trio, Dear and I along with Chunni made our way to town. Chunni's sole purpose was to yeah whatever i shall not disclose the secret. Chilled at Orchard. Didnt do much, our pockets werent loaded. Had photos taken and we journeyed home around dinner time. Met Mable to collect my assignments, thanks for helping out and i went on home for dinner.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22956786-115755340207738119?l=its-now-or-never-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-now-or-never-.blogspot.com/feeds/115755340207738119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22956786&amp;postID=115755340207738119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22956786/posts/default/115755340207738119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22956786/posts/default/115755340207738119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-now-or-never-.blogspot.com/2006/09/sup-people-out-there_115755340207738119.html' title=''/><author><name>itsnowornever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00174582110682697209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22956786.post-115695973937734690</id><published>2006-08-31T00:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T01:42:20.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey everyone. It has been a long absence indeed. Common test are over and my holidays have actually started two days ago, i fell sick and i sure as hell dont plan to return to school later in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i got two rings over the past week which flamed up my cash altogether. Great freakish design and the designer paid close attention to detail. I wouldnt want to descript the design, you need to see and awe at the real thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rockstar SUPERNOVA coming to week nine. The rockers kill the shows every week with their captivating performances. Ryan should take on the stage with Supernova. Hes a incredible performer. It ll be interesting to see who wins it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need some sleep now. Night people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22956786-115695973937734690?l=its-now-or-never-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-now-or-never-.blogspot.com/feeds/115695973937734690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22956786&amp;postID=115695973937734690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22956786/posts/default/115695973937734690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22956786/posts/default/115695973937734690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-now-or-never-.blogspot.com/2006/08/hey-everyone.html' title=''/><author><name>itsnowornever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00174582110682697209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22956786.post-115476889022958210</id><published>2006-08-05T16:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T17:08:10.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hulo folks. Was Chun's birthday yesterday, 0408. Happy Birthday boy. Left for TM with the peeps. I attended guitar while the rest went for dinner. Yi Zhen joined us soon enough. Ran along to catch Dragon Tiger Gate. Awe-inspiring fight scenes along with stunning visuals makes your 9.50 bucks worth. Got my black slim fit jeans soon after. Chilled around TM before heading home.&lt;br /&gt;Weather during training this morning was way too hot for anyone's liking. Proceeded with a couple of drills though. It was back home after.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22956786-115476889022958210?l=its-now-or-never-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-now-or-never-.blogspot.com/feeds/115476889022958210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22956786&amp;postID=115476889022958210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22956786/posts/default/115476889022958210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22956786/posts/default/115476889022958210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-now-or-never-.blogspot.com/2006/08/hulo-folks.html' title=''/><author><name>itsnowornever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00174582110682697209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22956786.post-115433955567239138</id><published>2006-07-31T17:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T17:52:35.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Back. Expired news, Italy World Cup 2006 Champions. Conducted skate lessons yesterday. All went well. And there was this little incident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My handphone rang, i answered the call. I shall be composed and refrain from blurting out names. The caller began his boisterous ranting. Get this straight, who for hell sake you think you are. You started abusing language. Verbal abuse on a young teenage coming from adult could end you up violating many laws. The ability to blow your top doesnt make you a commanding presence. It merely makes you a balless fool. Dont posseses the mentality that you have the psychological upperhand over young generations. It just portrays a crude, babaric big shot wannabe. As a matter of fact, you dont even have your facts right. You were completely obscure on whats going on. The caller then went on his abusing of language for a solid ten minutes and you mentioned calling your friends. ??? How you are you sir? It even sparked a giggle in me. You seeked apology in the end, i paused over the phone. What the fuck is wrong with you? In the end, realising this is all childish play and pursuing this matter would downgrade myself i apologised not out of guilt, as a mark of sympathy for you. Your kids arent perfect people and why do i get the impression you blame the people around them? Search yourself, youre the cause. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22956786-115433955567239138?l=its-now-or-never-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-now-or-never-.blogspot.com/feeds/115433955567239138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22956786&amp;postID=115433955567239138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22956786/posts/default/115433955567239138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22956786/posts/default/115433955567239138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-now-or-never-.blogspot.com/2006/07/back.html' title=''/><author><name>itsnowornever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00174582110682697209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22956786.post-115201505608110591</id><published>2006-07-04T19:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T20:10:56.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>kkkkkkk.. Its about time i put aside my lazy, dallying mentality and blog. Okay, its now over one week or so since the resume of school. Kiss off the June Vacation, we ve got year end break to embrace.&lt;br /&gt;Okay rewind abit to the final week of the June holidays. Worked or rather free laboured at Azman's shop in Downtown. Was Shan's idea to pay him a visit initially so we could put up advertisements. Turned out we camped in his shop. Business was real good that particular day after we came. Japanese students from abroad flooded the shop. They even requested for photos with us. We couldnt decline of course. Made huge profit, thanks to me and shan true to say..... or maybe not. We just nonsensed around selling stuff below their cost price. Since business was so good, we couldnt take all the spare profit to his mum. Instead, we drank to Italy against Czech Republic at a Indian restaurant.The rest of the week was pool skating  and more pool.&lt;br /&gt;Day before closing day of the vacation, Tagged along to UPL with my dear, her sis and dad to get her skates. K2 athena 6.1. Ultimately, after longo time, shes got her skates. Then went on to Marina square with Shan and Jerial. Bought my topman military.&lt;br /&gt;On the closing day itself, Dear and I actually went for a dinner party with dear's whole extended family. Great food, cool Karoke. What a way to end the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;Had match against Siglap last Saturday. Drew 3-3. The team didnt click well together. We ll play better in matches to come. Had team skate also. Dear, chase me on skates and youll just never catch me. ;)&lt;br /&gt;FRANCE WON! Received 106 bucks from Singapore pools. Its all about tonight. Germany VS Italy. Nikki, Italy better not disappoint aye.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, blog burden relieved. Chao. I still have homework to complete before i turn in early so to watch World cup at 2am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;fadetosoft,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;as the cheers,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;jeers and applause&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;of World Cup Fever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;comes to a halt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22956786-115201505608110591?l=its-now-or-never-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-now-or-never-.blogspot.com/feeds/115201505608110591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22956786&amp;postID=115201505608110591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22956786/posts/default/115201505608110591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22956786/posts/default/115201505608110591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-now-or-never-.blogspot.com/2006/07/kkkkkkk.html' title=''/><author><name>itsnowornever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00174582110682697209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22956786.post-115063641781949393</id><published>2006-06-18T20:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T21:13:37.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Had team skate today and yesterday, whole of this weekend. Its been a long old time since the team came together. Members absent for various reasons. As for me, my skates were more or less the cause. My Bone bearings have flown in. Im yet to import wheels and axles. Baby's confidence on skates has surpass a certain level that according to her tagboard, shes confident in coaching skating. -.- Nonetheless, baby tackled her parallel turn. Truth is, shes learning way fast. Its only a matter of time before her dad gets her a pair of skates. Stop thrashing my skates dear with your careless falls. And there was our "speed dragon". Adenaline to the max.&lt;br /&gt;Gave out flyers today to promote our lessons. Dinner at downtown and the team dispersed sooner on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22956786-115063641781949393?l=its-now-or-never-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-now-or-never-.blogspot.com/feeds/115063641781949393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22956786&amp;postID=115063641781949393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22956786/posts/default/115063641781949393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22956786/posts/default/115063641781949393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-now-or-never-.blogspot.com/2006/06/had-team-skate-today-and-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>itsnowornever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00174582110682697209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22956786.post-114974744587049006</id><published>2006-06-08T13:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T14:17:25.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Helloooo people. it’s the second week into the June vacation. Superabundance of events yet to be posted. I shall sit here and reminisce the past. Perhaps I will use dear’s blog as reference. Shes a diligent blogger alright.&lt;br /&gt;The past two weeks. Had much luck with the bear catcher machine at Suntec. Caught a tiiger and on another day, a piglet with just one try/one buck. Beat that HA. Then there was the outing, dear and I along with Chunni. Snapped many photos that day. June 02, We bought our World Cup couple tees. Germany shirts. Dear and I were audiences of a drum solo concert on June 03. Was baby’s happy birthday on June 04. My birthday song with guitar accompaniment. Went on to have a jam session in my room. Dear sang well. =). Made our way to Safra resorrt the next day for pool. Baby learned fast and played well considering the fact its her first time. On 6/6/06, The release of the Omen. Great show, worth your eight bucks. Go catch it.&lt;br /&gt;At last, back to the present. Meeting Judith for my skates later on at three. Dear’s coming to my place for movies once again and maybe skating soon after. Placed my bets at Singapore pools for the world cup. Its England to win the cup. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ole Ole&lt;br /&gt;Ole Ole&lt;br /&gt;We are the champs&lt;br /&gt;We are the champions.&lt;br /&gt;WORLD CUP FEVER!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22956786-114974744587049006?l=its-now-or-never-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-now-or-never-.blogspot.com/feeds/114974744587049006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22956786&amp;postID=114974744587049006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22956786/posts/default/114974744587049006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22956786/posts/default/114974744587049006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-now-or-never-.blogspot.com/2006/06/helloooo-people.html' title=''/><author><name>itsnowornever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00174582110682697209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22956786.post-114822106800751618</id><published>2006-05-21T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T22:17:48.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Greetings, Life has indeed been remarkably eventful during my absence here. As again, im having a dreadful time reviving the events. But ill get it done nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;Alright, 160506 was our seventh month together. Had a belated celeration due to my dear still having exams. We deliberated where we should go like always, on the phone til late in the night. Its cultivating into a monthly routine. We decided seoul garden on wednesday, not the perfect place to dine really. It turned out great anyway, reason being my dear was present. So not accustomed to not having her when im out. Had to endure during her exams but its all over now. Food was alright. We dawdled our time through the bbq at Seoul Garden. Enjoyed the time there. Went to catch Poseidon, my second time. No thrill for me as the outcomes are known. Went to my dear's place for a while before heading home.&lt;br /&gt;Thursday was a holiday in lieu of voting day. Dined a Pizza Hut during lunch time. Met darling's friends for extra company. Headed off to orchard for shopping. Took many pictures of course. At one stage, we actually wanted to purchase tickets for Da Vinci Code, violating the age limit. Damn the sensor boards. NC 16. Weighed the consequences and decided not to in the end. Went back to TM for dinner and was home after.&lt;br /&gt;Friday, was all about rocket science. Had water rocket workshop. My team had, like Jonan said, all the "nobel" prize winners. All the smart asses la. Our rocket flight went resonably high. Well done.&lt;br /&gt;Training on Saturday morning and in the afternoon, took some time of to pay my grandparents a visit. Dear came along, thank you so much. Boarded the wrong bus and by the time we realised, we were like on some darn highway heading towards some unknown destination. Whats more, my dear and I were alone on the goddam bus. We had thoughts of being transported across the causeway some shit along that. Joke really. In the end it was a big phew, the bus stopped at a lakeside station, and off we were on the right route home.&lt;br /&gt;Today has been uneventful compared to the other days. Darling had family matters today to attend to so we didnt go out. Its family first no matter what. Gamed, sleep, read and eat the whole of today. Time to go off. Chao..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven months,&lt;br /&gt;We re going on strong.&lt;br /&gt;Screw the dates,&lt;br /&gt;we re for eternity.&lt;br /&gt;I love you, Grace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22956786-114822106800751618?l=its-now-or-never-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-now-or-never-.blogspot.com/feeds/114822106800751618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22956786&amp;postID=114822106800751618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22956786/posts/default/114822106800751618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22956786/posts/default/114822106800751618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-now-or-never-.blogspot.com/2006/05/greetings-life-has-indeed-been.html' title=''/><author><name>itsnowornever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00174582110682697209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22956786.post-114735187729539254</id><published>2006-05-11T19:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T20:51:17.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alast. The past week had been a road down the boulevard of exam fever. Hitting the books during the late nights. Deserted my sleeping time. Anyway, its pretty much done and over now. Was kinda melancholy during the past week.&lt;br /&gt;Puntuality was a darn issue among the guys. Went down to Bugis yesterday with the usual peeps except for afew of shan's weirdos. Real weird but nice people. Brought Chunni to get his shirt and we may be responsible for the mayhem in the shop. This infused couple of misunderstandings which we resolved. Shall not elaborate the details. Had another round of dota. Own the first game and got rewarded but getting owned in the next. Watched Han Hui digged at his duck rice at Yukee. After that, Chunni went his way. Was his mum's birthday and he had to be present. Its family first. Visited my dear after everything. Aided her in Biology the best i could. Shes enduring isolation as her exams are somewhat very close. All the best Grace dear. You will indeed be able to carve good results from your hardworking attitude.&lt;br /&gt;Mei Yan rang me up for bad this morning. Was short of notice on the class gathering which begins in ten minutes time. We sort of attended te gathering, me and Chunni. Just five minutes prior to going down to White Sands to meet Shahdan. Surveyed boots at peninsular. Came across swiss bearings which are pretty odd. Skate shops dont intent to bring in these bearings due to poor sales of them. Chunni had his lunch and we headed to Far East. Bought my long awaited pants. Its a pity Grace dear wasnt present to sprout advises and comments, helping me decide my clothing. I miss her real bad. Yes, i do. It was towards home around 4p.m. Dinner was sumptous Pizza by Pizzahut delivery.&lt;br /&gt;The holidays are marching honourably into the calender. Heading down to Simei for street tomorrow with the team. Eventful post exam this time will be. Soccer matches with various teams on the list. Am devoting time to develope Skate X. And last but not least, Its quality time with my dear Grace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fadetosoft,&lt;br /&gt;thesoundsofexamsdieoff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr and Mrs Guo. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22956786-114735187729539254?l=its-now-or-never-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-now-or-never-.blogspot.com/feeds/114735187729539254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22956786&amp;postID=114735187729539254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22956786/posts/default/114735187729539254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22956786/posts/default/114735187729539254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-now-or-never-.blogspot.com/2006/05/alast.html' title=''/><author><name>itsnowornever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00174582110682697209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22956786.post-114587287565906852</id><published>2006-04-24T18:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T17:46:49.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Salute. Absence from tagging has lead to a plethora of events piled up. Seeming in a state of stupefaction, trying hard to recall the past week's happenings. The significant day of the previous week was my birthday on Tuesday. Thanks guys for the birthday song during recess and in class.&lt;br /&gt;Grace dear made her way to my place after tuition with a special intent to deliver my presents. Thank you so very much dear for the darn cute T shirt emblazoned with cute figures, photos and the oh-so sweet letter. Darling, its just intriguing knowing you have such impeccable taste. Nonetheless, its nothing unlike you. You perfected my day dear, even though we spend not even like fifteen minutes. Youre just the sugar which sweetens my life although you may still be salty =)&lt;br /&gt;Guitar was cancelled due to urgent leave of the teacher. Its just sad. My dear and i spent precious Saturday time studying. Had a quarrel which left me in melancholy. Its plausible, that quarrels will help us understand each other. I find it that way even though i would avoid quarrels to all extend. Dear, i dispise quarrels. Lets quarrel no more alright. Dined a Kaffa Cha and sent my dear home, before going for another game of Dota with Darryl and Zixi.&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 6am on Sunday! Not sure myself how i managed to. Finally am starting tampines rovers training after countless weeks of failing to wake up. Training was great despite the mud pool field. Ate at KFC with the guys before travelling home.&lt;br /&gt;Its the beginning of the road down the boulevard of constant revision and mugging towards the exams. Dear, we ll not be able to spend quality time these few weeks. I miss our dates badly. I miss our fun times together. Darling, we will have to obligate all mistrust and end all quarrels. You mean oh-so much to me and ill never let you go. I love you darling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fadetosoft,&lt;br /&gt;thesongsends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love my NAGGER QUEEN, ANGELIC GRACE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22956786-114587287565906852?l=its-now-or-never-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-now-or-never-.blogspot.com/feeds/114587287565906852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22956786&amp;postID=114587287565906852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22956786/posts/default/114587287565906852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22956786/posts/default/114587287565906852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-now-or-never-.blogspot.com/2006/04/salute_114587287565906852.html' title=''/><author><name>itsnowornever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00174582110682697209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22956786.post-114520015201347311</id><published>2006-04-16T19:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T23:09:12.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy Sixth Month Dearest!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First things first. Got out of bed rather early than usual on Saturday with a anxiety rush prior to the match against Cervous scheduled at 9am, venue, Pasir Ris Park. Chunni and his girl came early morning to my place. Prepared and went to pick my dearest. Made our way to Pasir Ris park, Majority of the team were pretty much ready and warming up. Got changed, warmed up and the match began shortly after. Intensive, the match was. Both sides were committed. Hazim displayed his classy series of dribbling, taking on defenders. Both sides were flawless in teamwork. Couldnt remember playing in a more intensive match since primary six days. The score, 9-4 Leonez after ninety minutes. Was hell of a fun playing in the match. Thanks dear for your support. Credit to the team in whole. Congrats. We clinched a well deserved win.&lt;br /&gt;Went for lunch at downtown with the team. Reached home and got changed for the date with my dear. My legs ached badly, my neck strained persisted. It was one day short of our sixth moth together with my dear, in other words, our sixth month eve. Picked up my dear at her place. My dear wore a dress, Speechless. She was gorgeous. Went over to collect developed photos at White Sands before boarding 518. Slept the whole journey on the bus to Suntec, lying on the softness, pillow like shoulder of my dear's. We toured the basement of suntec, looking for restaurants to substitute our initial plan, Jacks Place. Took a D tour to the esplanade on our way to the MRT. Came across AH PEK’S ice cream stall. Shared one cup with my baby, aint satisfied our taste buds and craving for more, we had another cup on our way back. Sweet ice cream. Camera out, smile (cheez) Snap snap snap. Took many photos midway back to the MRT.&lt;br /&gt;Made our way to Jacks Place upon arrival at Orchard. It was dinner which means it has to be candle light dinner. Began with few appetizers before indulging on the main courses. My dear ordered her all time favorite, Fish and Chips. I had sizzling jacks special steak. The romantic atmosphere revolved around us. Perfect. Snap more photos once again. Dinner was sweetened with a banana split. Sent my dear home around 9pm. I had a superb date my dear. Perfect sixth month. Met up with darryl and shan for another round of Dota at pavillion. Wasn’t on form. Accompanied them to downtown before going home.&lt;br /&gt;It’s a Sunday today. Sunday tend to suck as theres school tomorrow. Dear came over for study session. Went to get my hair trimmed or rather shaved the shit out. We had dinner at my place. Dear felt feverish, take utmost care my dearest, Rest well. All the best for your game tomorrow. Its been wonderful these six months with you. We will last my dear, we will. Im truly, madly in love with you Grace Ho En En.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fadetosoft,&lt;br /&gt;Theconcertendsinapplause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sweet Pig loves his Salty Pig!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22956786-114520015201347311?l=its-now-or-never-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-now-or-never-.blogspot.com/feeds/114520015201347311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22956786&amp;postID=114520015201347311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22956786/posts/default/114520015201347311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22956786/posts/default/114520015201347311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-now-or-never-.blogspot.com/2006/04/happy-sixth-month-dearest-first-things.html' title=''/><author><name>itsnowornever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00174582110682697209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22956786.post-114503264768527141</id><published>2006-04-14T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-15T00:37:27.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Time travels at lightspeed when youre having fun. Headed down with my dear to tampines MRT to meet up with nikki and friends for lunch. Dined at century square and went over to tm. Met Chunni, who was going to watch eight below with fellow classmates. Sad really he wasnt having a good day. Proposed plan to have steamboat at Marina was cacelled. Then came the rest of the peeps. Went seperate ways with the rest.&lt;br /&gt;My dear and i went to bugis, watched Firewall. Typical Harrison Ford film, him saving the day. Reunited with the rest late evening. Gamed at pavilion all the way til 9pm. Darling, thank you for being by my side patiently, watching me game for two whole hours. Thanks for great DOTA you guys. Had dinner at KFC. I brought in outside nasi lemak. Sent my dear home and went on home. Its not half past 12am. Match against Cervous a few more hours later. Gonna get some sleep. Out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fadetosoft,&lt;br /&gt;Itsabouttimewefacedcervous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OUR SIXTH MONTH NEARS...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22956786-114503264768527141?l=its-now-or-never-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-now-or-never-.blogspot.com/feeds/114503264768527141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22956786&amp;postID=114503264768527141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22956786/posts/default/114503264768527141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22956786/posts/default/114503264768527141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-now-or-never-.blogspot.com/2006/04/time-travels-at-lightspeed-when-youre.html' title=''/><author><name>itsnowornever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00174582110682697209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22956786.post-114495012940820939</id><published>2006-04-14T01:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T01:42:09.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Had this urgency brewing in me for the past week that i should blog as soon. I shall ramage my mind for the past week's happenings.&lt;br /&gt;Last week ended of with my dear and i spectating on a soccer game savoring on mocha ice cream. Am thankful to my dear for sitting down with me watching men chasing a ball for 90 minutes. Its a horrendous bore or seemingly a chore for her. Then came along the pesky mascots, the rain moths. Huge bunch swooping aimlessly, combing the celing lamp directly above us. This lead us to develope a unorthodoxe method to get rid of the moths. We were leaning on the wall and once in few minutes a single moth would eventually land at our feets. One of us would then make a desperate lunge to sweep the moths off bed. Subsequetly, we awaited the landing of more moths and swept them away, the moths ambiguous to their surrounding attackers (us). The match ended and i sent my dear home.&lt;br /&gt;Watched speech day parade on wednesday. The PDS was great to watch. Nice accompaniment of tunes from the band and chinese orchastra. Missed my dear lots everyday while in school. Seldom do i get to see her during the weekdays. Sad case really.&lt;br /&gt;Its now past midnight means its good friday, embodying a welcome of a public holiday. Always nice to have public holidays on weekdays. Planning a outing with my dear and friends later in late morning. At long last, i can see my dear again. Match against Cervous is scheduled on Saturday morning, finally we agreed on a day. To wrap up the weekend, our wonderful 6th month together. Its been a long 6 months together darling, Its all going perfectly fine.&lt;br /&gt;Time for sleep now, darn air con leaking. Bye and out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fadetosoft,&lt;br /&gt;theguitaristcompleteshissolo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16 OCTOBER 2005.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22956786-114495012940820939?l=its-now-or-never-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-now-or-never-.blogspot.com/feeds/114495012940820939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22956786&amp;postID=114495012940820939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22956786/posts/default/114495012940820939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22956786/posts/default/114495012940820939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-now-or-never-.blogspot.com/2006/04/had-this-urgency-brewing-in-me-for.html' title=''/><author><name>itsnowornever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00174582110682697209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22956786.post-114434279740734934</id><published>2006-04-07T00:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T01:04:11.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Right, the weekends are nearing majestically. Baby's at a 3 day 2 nights camp, missing her presence til no extend. Darling, come back quick.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks much jerline for the A maths text. Went to collect my confiscated school bag, sacrificing soccer time by serving detention. Played field a while with usual peeps.&lt;br /&gt;Had a lengthy 2 hours maths remedial downright on the log chapter. Aint much help in understanding. Walked to central for lunch cum tea break after maths with jonan, gawaine &amp;amp; joey. Jonan supplied alkaline pills to aid joey's gastric, wasnt effective in neutralising the acids.&lt;br /&gt;Went straight home and had to accept the fact and suffered the misery that i could not ring my dear up. Glued my eyes on our photos on the wall, my saviour in times like these. Its 12.52 now, Few more sucked hours excluding sleeping time before reuniting with my baby.&lt;br /&gt;Intentions to shop for my dearie's skirt and green shirt before guitar. I can wait no longer baby.. Im missing you with every passing pulse. I love Grace Ho En En.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fadetosoft,&lt;br /&gt;i can finally hear your foot steps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IM SO IN LOVE WITH DEARIE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22956786-114434279740734934?l=its-now-or-never-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-now-or-never-.blogspot.com/feeds/114434279740734934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22956786&amp;postID=114434279740734934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22956786/posts/default/114434279740734934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22956786/posts/default/114434279740734934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-now-or-never-.blogspot.com/2006/04/right-weekends-are-nearing.html' title=''/><author><name>itsnowornever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00174582110682697209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22956786.post-114399743396381650</id><published>2006-04-03T00:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T01:04:36.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Feeling the blues now, the weekend has past half an hour ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;ICE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;AGE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;/div&gt;awesome show. Hypnotised my dear into hysteria. Was dam comical the movie, darn cute characters. My dear was going "hahahah" "wahhahah" "muhahaha". Haha variables. I did laugh alot too :) Well worth my 9.50 bucks. Anyone wondering which show to catch, this flim is highly recommanded. Reached home at midnight after sending baby home.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday.. Met my dear at her place early morning. We were on our way to, escape again. Had free complimentary tickets from our last visit. Took lotsa pics. Wonderful memories it will be. Won 2 toys at the pavillion games, pure flute. It rained towards the end of the day. Went over to my place. My dear showered at my place, wore my tiny shirt and slighty over sized soccer shorts. Haha, horrid sight. Her dad came to pick my dear home about 9pm. majong time. Mandy, Daniel came. Played til 1am.&lt;br /&gt;Sunny Sunday.. or did it rain? Went TM to purchase photo papers with my dear. Went to my dear's place for buffet. It was her Brother Jason's first month. Congrats! Met my uncle at bedok. We drove to possibly every skate shop on the island for my Bone bearings. No avail in the end, sold out every place. Took the train back to Pasir Ris, met up with shan at downtown for few minutes then went on home. Just done with printing of the photos. Not bad the quality.. intent to paste them on my wall.&lt;br /&gt;I miss my dear super alot. Our bond's tight as ever. We will last, im sure we will my baby. Looking forward to our next date this friday. Going shopping for my dear's skirt and green shirt. Buy the same shirt dear? Harhar... Til the next post, chao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fadetosoft,&lt;br /&gt;ourtwoheartsbeatasonelove.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear, i love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22956786-114399743396381650?l=its-now-or-never-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-now-or-never-.blogspot.com/feeds/114399743396381650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22956786&amp;postID=114399743396381650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22956786/posts/default/114399743396381650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22956786/posts/default/114399743396381650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-now-or-never-.blogspot.com/2006/04/feeling-blues-now-weekend-has-past.html' title=''/><author><name>itsnowornever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00174582110682697209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22956786.post-114313229505473571</id><published>2006-03-24T00:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T00:44:55.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HOLA. Havent blog for a few days due to my undying laziness. Its somewhat impossible to recall the past day's happenings. Slept my way through the March holidays. Pretty much restricted to my bed. Had high fever. Returned to school on wednesday. Near suffocation under classroom environment. Did Bio and maths log test which i downed the drain. Bio presentation was nicely done by Viktor. Thanks mate.&lt;br /&gt;Charboed maths file checking today. Went SPC with Jo. His girl wasnt in school so he did not have to send no one home. Jo went to miserable training. I went on home. Rang my dear. Missed her so much these few days. Didnt spend quality time which we should during the holidays. Slept til 8 plus. Had dinner and chatted with her over the phone all thorugh chinese 9p.m show.&lt;br /&gt;This sat is escape for me and my gracie dear. Tentatively, will have match which i high chance wont be attending. See how it goes. Feels great blogging again. Just done with maths and im still much wide awake from the long nap. Milo, curry puff time. Im missing her, shes my life. I cant live without her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fadetosoft,&lt;br /&gt;themusicstops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boumsong dear? harhar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22956786-114313229505473571?l=its-now-or-never-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-now-or-never-.blogspot.com/feeds/114313229505473571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22956786&amp;postID=114313229505473571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22956786/posts/default/114313229505473571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22956786/posts/default/114313229505473571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-now-or-never-.blogspot.com/2006/03/hola.html' title=''/><author><name>itsnowornever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00174582110682697209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22956786.post-114250727341720975</id><published>2006-03-16T18:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T20:22:46.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haven't been blogging recently, glad to be doing so now. Been sick for the past few days, had high fever. Didnt get good sleep for the past nights, had bone ache, my body felt weird. Spent the holidays resting in bed. Still on medication, am feeling better. Still feel weak though. Right, porridge and beans for dinner til i recover.&lt;br /&gt;Fifth month plans with my dear ruined. Both of us have to spend time at home recovering. Planned to go escape. Poor us.. Bullet in our fifth month. Happy fifth month nonetheless dear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fadetosoft,&lt;br /&gt;thesingerhassorethroat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE MUST HAVE TRUST!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22956786-114250727341720975?l=its-now-or-never-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-now-or-never-.blogspot.com/feeds/114250727341720975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22956786&amp;postID=114250727341720975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22956786/posts/default/114250727341720975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22956786/posts/default/114250727341720975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-now-or-never-.blogspot.com/2006/03/havent-been-blogging-recently-glad-to.html' title=''/><author><name>itsnowornever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00174582110682697209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22956786.post-114218872653363019</id><published>2006-03-13T01:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T02:38:46.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Strengthen our bond, today is for.</title><content type='html'>Arsenal vs Liverpool live on my tv behind me now as i blog. Woke up at 12.45pm today. Got out of bed at once as was so late for the day's date with my dear. Reasoned with my dear and pleaded with her to come my place. Dear, apologises for my pig style his morning.&lt;br /&gt;Showered and my dear came. My dear was damn pissed from her facial looks. Im terribly sorry my dearest. She had chocalate muffins at the tea table, didnt wanna come see me in my room. Her anger subsided a little and she agreed to choose my clothes. Got ready and met my dear at the bus stop. She had little patience to wait no longer. Terribly regretted my actions today. So sorry my baby.&lt;br /&gt;On the bus to TM, wasnt pleasant. We quarrelled. Dined at KFC for lunch. Our mood turned to the bright side. My dear finally smiled. Walked hand in hand to TM. My dear needed the toilet. She came out, devastated. Mensturation outbreak. Laughed silently within. My dear was so panicky. Damn cute. She needed her tool. Persuaded my dear not to go home but buy her tool at TM. Went to Watsons. My dear was so embarrased, she didnt want to be seen holding her life saving tool. Think she would not dared to tell me on our first date if she had blood flood. Chose the most budget tool. Paid for the tool. The whole incident was so "laughing my ass offable."&lt;br /&gt;Watched dorm, 4.50pm. Wasnt any block buster. Took the train to Bugis. Extinguished time by walking aimlessly around Parco. Had dinner at foodcourt. Met Dorothy and her stead, Benedict at arcade.&lt;br /&gt;Journeyed home with them by train. Dorothy and her stead were so energy filled in the train. Did funny stuff. Reached Pasir Ris and Dorothy issued a death threat to Benedict. Dorothy, "You come outta the train wo hui sar ni." something along these lines. Benedict being so in loved, obeyed. Dorothy after convinced he would not come out, went in and shocked the shit out of him by banging the glass pane. Super cute both were. Had milkshake and fish balls for supper at White Sands. Took bus 17 to my dear's place.&lt;br /&gt;My dear felt feverish when we reached her place. She wasnt feeling well the whole day. Pity her so much. Pain to see her suffer. Her temperature for like 38 degrees. Woot! Dam hot. Conjured up my own remedy to heal her. Mixed ice and water in the proportion of, 100ml of water to 15 ice cubes. Was frost biting cold the concoction. Did a voodoo act by using a towel to apply the remedy on her face and hands. Constructed my own ice pad and placed it on her forehead. Her temperature lowered and my dear said she felt cooler which was sure to be after enduring the cold. My dear, to my relief, felt much better. Dear, take good care of yourself. Ill be there for you always. Glad my so called remedy did help.&lt;br /&gt;Had to leave as midnight closed in. Arrived home and had more supper. Noodles and strawberries with grape juice. Chat a little with my dear. She went off to bed early. She needs all the rest she can get. Poor girl.. We succeeded in strengthening our everlasting BOND! We will last my baby!&lt;br /&gt;Liverpool vs Arsenal just ended. Back pass by Gerrand cost Liverpool the draw. Sad case man.. Going off to bed soon. Dear, take good care you must. Ill pray hard for your fast recovery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fadetosoft,&lt;br /&gt;thestringensemblestopsplaying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU BY BABY! OUR 5th MONTH NEARS...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22956786-114218872653363019?l=its-now-or-never-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-now-or-never-.blogspot.com/feeds/114218872653363019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22956786&amp;postID=114218872653363019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22956786/posts/default/114218872653363019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22956786/posts/default/114218872653363019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-now-or-never-.blogspot.com/2006/03/strengthen-our-bond-today-is-for.html' title='Strengthen our bond, today is for.'/><author><name>itsnowornever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00174582110682697209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22956786.post-114209821394260208</id><published>2006-03-12T00:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T01:31:40.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went Peninsular, then town. Met the peeps at Pasir Ris station. Waited for mike to prepare. He woke up when we were about to leave. Chilled at mac with a over-sweeten milk shake. Mike arrived in blink blink fasion after a quick get-out-of-bed preparation. Didnt think he showered.&lt;br /&gt;Went to Mr Sadiq upon reaching City Hall around 3pm. Wanted him to deal with our screwed jersey. Had mee gorang for tea break.&lt;br /&gt;Took train to Far East. Smsed my dear if she wanted to meet up. Bought a personalised cap with my initials on it. Cant deny its cool. Met my dear at first level. Was hell happy to see her. I MISSED YOU SO MUCH DEAR, SEEING YOU MADE ME FEEL ON CLOUD 9. Shahdan left for home after his legs couldnt stand the walking no longer.&lt;br /&gt;Had a crazy, so called ambition to walk to plaza sing from far east. Not impossible, but not when our legs are dead tired from X country and the days walk. Stopped by at Heeren HMV. Mike jacked us all for being small kids who cant enter NC 16 shows while he can. Went up to Cinneleisure to check on movies. Shows were bad. Left by train to TM. Poor dear didnt had dinner. She was starving dead to her bones. SORRY DEAR FOR NOT BRINGING YOU TO HAVE DINNER EARLIER. Had Long John at with my dear while the rest went around TM. Went to my dear's house to watch Chelsea VS Spurs. Great last minute goal by Gallas clinched the win for Chelsea. Chelsea seemed to be struggling to win games these days. Jealousy killed my mood. My dear cheered me up like she always will. IM SO THANKFUL MY DEAR! Reached home and called up my dear. My dear is not feeling well. DEAR, YOU MUST TAKE GOOD CARE OF YOURSELF! CANT BEAR TO SEE YOU SUFFER! MAY YOU FEEL ALRIGHT TOMORROW. TAKE BEST CARE MY DEARIE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fadetosoft,&lt;br /&gt;thesingerdoeshislastnote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck the fringe guy whoever you are. Your hair aint great, you jackass.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22956786-114209821394260208?l=its-now-or-never-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-now-or-never-.blogspot.com/feeds/114209821394260208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22956786&amp;postID=114209821394260208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22956786/posts/default/114209821394260208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22956786/posts/default/114209821394260208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-now-or-never-.blogspot.com/2006/03/went-peninsular-then-town.html' title=''/><author><name>itsnowornever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00174582110682697209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22956786.post-114204452908858841</id><published>2006-03-11T10:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T10:35:29.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just woke up. Resolved the spam bug on my blog, i have. Had X country 06 yesterday. Came in 8th. Good run by fellow Le Onez teamates who came in top 20. Mr Ong came in 16th. Those whom beat him (1st to 15th)  gonna get extra prize. If its a trophy, wonder what the panel states. Training this morning was cancelled due to poor fitness after X country. Will be going out with teamates after lunch. My dear's going town with her friends. Till i blog again, chao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fadetosoft,&lt;br /&gt;thetunestops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE NEED THE HOLIDAYS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22956786-114204452908858841?l=its-now-or-never-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-now-or-never-.blogspot.com/feeds/114204452908858841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22956786&amp;postID=114204452908858841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22956786/posts/default/114204452908858841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22956786/posts/default/114204452908858841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-now-or-never-.blogspot.com/2006/03/just-woke-up.html' title=''/><author><name>itsnowornever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00174582110682697209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22956786.post-114174791411553264</id><published>2006-03-07T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T00:11:54.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went to Pasir Ris park for CCA. Ran (or rather strolled) the X country route to get familiar. Was missing my dear so siaoly the whole day. Had a light meal at mac. Credit to Wei kiong. Crap talked about getting 2nd serving for free. Sipped 3/4 of Jonan's coke without realising.&lt;br /&gt;Went straight home, didnt wanna be late for my dear. Ate a little at home before going to LP to pick my dear up. Came out of LP lift and saw my dear's friend. My dear was in the toilet. Cheekily off the lights. My dear sang the highest note her throat could do. We walked under the quiet, star-lid night. Hand in Hand. Was a real romantic moment.. Had the strong bond. WE WILL LAST! Smiles on our faces the whole journey to my dear's place. Seldom do we get to spend quality time. School and studies, obstructions.&lt;br /&gt;Helped my dear in maths at her place. My dear has CT tmr. I feel so sorry for her. I know hows the stress and pressure. Left after my dear completed her revision. Shook hands with my dear and wished her all the best of luck. YOU WILL DO WELL DEAR! Hitched a ride on bus 17 home.&lt;br /&gt;Rang my dear up immediately. Her voice was soothing. Had a chat til around 11pm. She went off to bed my sweetie. I embarked on a million dollar mission to the toilet. Settled the deal and decided to blog. Missing my dear's presence as i blog. Can never ever bear to lose my precious dear. Gonna get some sweet sleep before Chelsea VS Barcelona. Aint looking good for Chelsea but hope for a come back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fadetosoft,&lt;br /&gt;themusicstops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DONT LEAVE ME BABY DEAR!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22956786-114174791411553264?l=its-now-or-never-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-now-or-never-.blogspot.com/feeds/114174791411553264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22956786&amp;postID=114174791411553264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22956786/posts/default/114174791411553264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22956786/posts/default/114174791411553264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-now-or-never-.blogspot.com/2006/03/went-to-pasir-ris-park-for-cca.html' title=''/><author><name>itsnowornever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00174582110682697209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22956786.post-114166042219113011</id><published>2006-03-06T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T23:53:42.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Summoning all my alertness to blog this post. Exagerating. School ended off with practicing for the class cheer which was soon converted into a wrestling academy. Ended around 2.45pm. Went to the canteen to join Nikki. Played street soccer at 3pm. Me, Nikki, Hazim got poon by some short pants ass wipes. Own goal by lincoln which caused us out. Rumors has it that Han Hui got combed after five steps out of school.&lt;br /&gt;Reached home and grabed the phone at once to phone my Grace dear dear. Miss her super duper alot while in school. Couldnt stand another second. Had a not short, not long chat.&lt;br /&gt;Had dinner and plant my butt before the com. Rot at the com for few hours. My dear came online for a short period. She had to study for Biology. ALL THE BEST MY DEAREST!&lt;br /&gt;Around 9pm, finally convinced myself i had to finish up maths or get sent out of class again. 3/4 through maths my dear reported on her completion of her studies. Talked on the phone and I had to hang up. Needed to finish of maths. No form in multi tasking today. Formulas go haywire. I had some cakes just before doing this post. Off to bed now i have to. Rest i must.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fadetosoft,&lt;br /&gt;the recital of the poem ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHES MY STUNTMAN!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22956786-114166042219113011?l=its-now-or-never-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-now-or-never-.blogspot.com/feeds/114166042219113011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22956786&amp;postID=114166042219113011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22956786/posts/default/114166042219113011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22956786/posts/default/114166042219113011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-now-or-never-.blogspot.com/2006/03/summoning-all-my-alertness-to-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>itsnowornever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00174582110682697209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22956786.post-114157569512755463</id><published>2006-03-05T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T00:21:35.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Goons rang my phone 6.30 in the morning. Was semi concious so didnt knew what nonsense i said. Toss my phone on the bedside table and went back to sleep. Woke up around 12. Had plans to go Orchard to buy figurines. Tried cock talking, singing, jumping on the mattress to wake uncle darryl up. Had lunch at my place. Waited for Zixi to finish his lunch at his place and took 518 to orchard.&lt;br /&gt;Went to Far East to search for the stuffs. Didnt wanna buy them initially. Had burger king. Darryl's mum sent us to Penninsular. Darryl pang sehed us and went home. Explored penninsular for my stuffs. Nothing to my liking. Zixi bought King Kong sized slippers. Way beyond the size of his human feet. Sales girl even giggled.&lt;br /&gt;I miss my dear like mad. She was studying guaily at home. Poor dear. Feel super pity for her. Poor me also huh.. Wont be able to spend time with my dear. Missed our dates. Its one more week dear.. Preservere! Got to spend best quality time with my dear during the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;Finally made up my mind to buy the stuffs. Took train all the way back to far east. Cost me a heart stinging 95 bucks.&lt;br /&gt;Took train to Pasir Ris. Visited poor confined dear at her place. Saw her baby brother, holy cute man.. So small.. 1 : 1000 of my huge dear? Spent time in her room. Watched her study. Helped her marked her work. Glad i could help my dear. Had to leave at 9. Didnt want to! Reached home, had noodles. Showered and watched abit of soccer. Reading The Runaway Jury while blogging. Missing my dear too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fadetosoft,&lt;br /&gt;themusicstops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MISS YOU...... MISS YOU..........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22956786-114157569512755463?l=its-now-or-never-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-now-or-never-.blogspot.com/feeds/114157569512755463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22956786&amp;postID=114157569512755463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22956786/posts/default/114157569512755463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22956786/posts/default/114157569512755463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-now-or-never-.blogspot.com/2006/03/goons-rang-my-phone-6.html' title=''/><author><name>itsnowornever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00174582110682697209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22956786.post-114150088492802997</id><published>2006-03-05T03:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T03:34:44.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My dear woke me up for soccer. Not really actually.. i was half awake lying in bed. Woke up packed and cycled to my dear's place. Waited for Chunni under my dear's block. Biked to Pasir Ris park. 1/4 of the team was there. Syed came late and dared to announce match was cancelled. Had training instead. Lifeless training was. Dear, thanks alot for coming to watch me.&lt;br /&gt;Had lunch at Kaffa Cha. Two straight Saturdays having lunch there. Spent time at my place til around 3. My dear stampeded over my fragile specs. Was beyong my ability to repair it. Sent my dear home on my "Harley Davidson" haha. Biked to L P to get my specs repaired. Came to my mind that i forgot my studs in my dear's bag. Cycled all the way to my dear's place.&lt;br /&gt;Was damn tired when i reached home. Fell asleep on my bed.  Me legs at the head of my bed. Couldny be bothered to shift myself. Had strained neck when i woke up.&lt;br /&gt;Darryl came around 8pm. Went to 7 11 to kill time while waiting for my counsins to come. Darryl had some uncooked chicken noodles. Mahjong is somehow becoming a Saturday routine at my place. Mahjong ended around 3am. Won 46 bucks. Going off to bed soon. I miss my dear like mad. She dint even say a goodnight before going off to bed. Miss her presence. Dear, i take my words back. Youre not cruel. I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fadetosoft,&lt;br /&gt;thecomposerendsthesong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GRACE GRACE GRACE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22956786-114150088492802997?l=its-now-or-never-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-now-or-never-.blogspot.com/feeds/114150088492802997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22956786&amp;postID=114150088492802997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22956786/posts/default/114150088492802997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22956786/posts/default/114150088492802997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-now-or-never-.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-dear-woke-me-up-for-soccer.html' title=''/><author><name>itsnowornever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00174582110682697209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22956786.post-114140433931531350</id><published>2006-03-03T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-04T00:50:13.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its close to midnight, The night is cold and im all alone, get me through this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One Epic Saga. One Exhibition Of Galactic Proportions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;THE ART OF&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;STAR WARS&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Went all the way across Singapore to Jurong west, Science center. Ive long awaited to view this exhibition. Entered the exhibition hall and view the exhibits from episode VI followed by episode V til episode I. Viewed close up of props from the movie, the costumes and outfits. The Life size speeder from episode II was awesome. Had insights on the tech of lightsabers. Impossible in our time. Maybe in the year 3000? Who knows. The lightsabers replica didnt fail to impress. Went at least 3 times around the exhibition hall. Kept wanting to see more. Watched a film on the making of Star Wars. Had to say was dam interesting. Exited after a hour and a half. Walked into the merchandise store. Awe by their products. All was damn ex. Settled for a poster which cost an affordable 13 bucks. Master replica lightsabers caost up to 300 sing dollars. Smsed my dear when it all ended. No reply.. sms again, also no reply. Called her up,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Grace, "Ahhelooo"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Junguang, " Dear!! why ever reply? Was worried."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Grace," huuhh, tiyet.... sleepring."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Junguang, " Oh okay then. Sms alright dear."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Grace, " Orrkay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sorry to wake you up from dreamland. Funny always dear when youre asleep. Hahaha. Left Jurong. Had dinner at White Sands. Bought my Star Wars dvd. Reached home around 8.30. Changed and cycled to my dear's place. Spent the rest of the night there. Arrived back home around 11.30. Chat a while with my dear. She just went off to bed. Im blogging the last fews words before i make a trip to the bathroom to take a freezing cold shower.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;fadetosoft,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;themusicstops.&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 MISS YOU!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22956786-114140433931531350?l=its-now-or-never-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-now-or-never-.blogspot.com/feeds/114140433931531350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22956786&amp;postID=114140433931531350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22956786/posts/default/114140433931531350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22956786/posts/default/114140433931531350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-now-or-never-.blogspot.com/2006/03/its-close-to-midnight-night-is-cold.html' title=''/><author><name>itsnowornever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00174582110682697209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22956786.post-114131174741557886</id><published>2006-03-02T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T23:02:27.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>CONGRATS my dear dear. She has a new baby brother! Shes gonna be a big sister to two young siblings. Can she handle the responsibility? Obviously she can, or at least i hope she can. Had physics test today, didnt do quite well. Missing my dear in pain whole time at school. Problems in fencing resurfaced. Day 1 in court. The accused : Me , Jonan Shawn. The witness : Shane, Joseph. The prosecuter : Mr Neo. The lawers : Our parents. Reached home, showered. Took a very short nap. Darn sister came in and out. Had late dinner. Studied for chem test tmr. On the phone with my dear now. I have to make apologies to my dear. SORRY FOR MY SCREWED ATTITUDE THIS WHOLE WEEK. SORRY FOR TREATING YOU BADLY. Now to the thank yous. DEAR THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR BEING THERE FOR ME ALL THESE PROBLEM FILLED DAYS. YOU HEALED MY SORROWS DEAR. I REALLY NEED YOU IN MY LIFE. One thing baby, you have te talk louder on the phone. Im not deaf thats for sure. Stop eating the mic baby. You sound like Frankenstein. I LOVE YOU MY DEAR even though you sound like Frankenstein on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fadetosoft,&lt;br /&gt;thebaby talks the first words of his life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22956786-114131174741557886?l=its-now-or-never-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-now-or-never-.blogspot.com/feeds/114131174741557886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22956786&amp;postID=114131174741557886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22956786/posts/default/114131174741557886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22956786/posts/default/114131174741557886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-now-or-never-.blogspot.com/2006/03/congrats-my-dear-dear.html' title=''/><author><name>itsnowornever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00174582110682697209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22956786.post-114122372036064474</id><published>2006-03-01T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T22:35:20.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Didnt blog yesterday. Was pure lazy jackass. No CCA yesterday. Unusual of Neo to cancel CCA. He aint that kind soul. Spent the rest of the afternoon at Pasir Ris park during CCA hours. Was pouring even before i started running. Took shelter under a hut along with a couple. They were like smooching with so much passion and fake love? Despite me being a gooseberry there. Stomach felt uneasy, had the urge to vomit all the hokkien mee i had for recess out. You should know why eh?&lt;br /&gt;Went to pick my dear dear up from tuition at Loyang Point. Walk the empty street home. Had a quiet atmosphere. We didnt talk much. Werent communicating well yesterday. My fault. Sorry dear.. wasnt in good mood. Had A maths test yesterday, or was it the day before? Going bongus my memory. Flung the test anyway. Thats all yesterday. MISSED MY DEAR THE WHOLE DAY AT SCHOOL.&lt;br /&gt;Today was an improvement. Bio test went well. Miss ong went off early for maths. Read abit of The Runaway Jury. Was influened to play 5 in a row. Hahaha lost 40 cents to some smart ass Tim Kim, always using the same moves. Took me sometime to anticipate it.&lt;br /&gt;Rushed home after school to get my soccer boots. Had match in the school field today. Great thing. Scored one, flute shot? Just whacked it goalwards. Assisted Micheal. Nice job mike. Great grounder shot. Our defense was solid. Syed and Faizal did well. Zakee didnt play, because of me la. Hes been complaining whole week. Cant blame him though.. i injured him. No hard feelings.&lt;br /&gt;Cycled home after match. Had pizzahut for dinner. Went to my dear's place around 7.30. Studied for Dynamics test there. Was cosy in her air con room. Dear so sorry for my sucky attitude. Thanks for being there for me. Came back showered and here i am now.. blogging the last few words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fadetosoft,&lt;br /&gt;themelodyended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU MEAN THE WORLD TO ME.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22956786-114122372036064474?l=its-now-or-never-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-now-or-never-.blogspot.com/feeds/114122372036064474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22956786&amp;postID=114122372036064474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22956786/posts/default/114122372036064474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22956786/posts/default/114122372036064474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-now-or-never-.blogspot.com/2006/03/didnt-blog-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>itsnowornever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00174582110682697209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22956786.post-114104942791793313</id><published>2006-02-27T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T21:18:47.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alright, back again. School was boring as usual. Hair caught by a** goat. Softball for PE. Hilarious actions by the various student batter. Had maths class test. Screwed? hope not. English lesson was all about politics. Pretty much physically worn out now as im blogging this post. Went jogging with my dear, came back put on my slippers and made an effort to go cut my hair at Loyang point.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh sigh.. We quarrelled again. It all started at her house. Dont think i wanna blog what happened. Painful memories they are. My inexplicable memory lead to me forgetting to bring my bike lock and towel. (forgot the towel again). Cycled my dearest to my place to get the lock. Cycled to Pasir Ris park after.&lt;br /&gt;The quarrel persisted even after reaching the park. My dear wasnt in good mood. Mad at me for what happened. DEAR DEAR IF YOURE READING THIS, I WANT YOU TO KNOW THAT IM SORRY, IM TRUELY SORRY FOR WHAT HAPPENED. I DO AND WILL SACRIFICE FOR YOU MY DEAR. Could tell my dear was super mad. She walked a sertain distance away from me. A distance far enough so as not letting me hold her hand. DEAR DONT BE MAD. She started running after realising she could not shrug me off. Chased her of course i did. Try holding on to her but my muscles and strenght couldnt match her frenzy possesed, head baging, violent actions, trying to free herself from my "with all my might" tight grip. Of course i had to hold her tight! Couldnt bear to let her go! Hoping it would never come down to this moment but eventually it did. She walked away saying "lets break". Time stopped. Heart crushed. Its like i would never be happy again in my life.&lt;br /&gt;Was devasted. Jogged continously to the end of PR park and upon reaching my bike, saw the faint outline of my dear. She didnt leave me after all! She waited. Was very emotional, super super emotional. Ran and hugged her. Talk things out. Resolve the matter and TA DA! We re not apart! Nothing will or can ever break us apart. Cycled my dear home as was getting late. Our bond tight as always. Contacts blur now. Got to get them out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fadetosoft,&lt;br /&gt;themusicends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT YOU TO KNOW THAT, I MISS YOU, I MISS YOU SO...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22956786-114104942791793313?l=its-now-or-never-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-now-or-never-.blogspot.com/feeds/114104942791793313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22956786&amp;postID=114104942791793313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22956786/posts/default/114104942791793313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22956786/posts/default/114104942791793313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-now-or-never-.blogspot.com/2006/02/alright-back-again.html' title=''/><author><name>itsnowornever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00174582110682697209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22956786.post-114096528795538289</id><published>2006-02-26T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T23:15:38.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sigh.. my baby just left. Her dad must come specially just to pick her up. Couldnt send her home, bloody grounded. Sent her to the lift. Haha.. my dear was waving goodbye non stop through the glass panel from inside the lift. Turned away just before the lift decended. Didnt have the balls to experience the feeling of seeing her leave me. Missing her like mad now.&lt;br /&gt;Today wasnt that bad even though was grounded. My dear came to visit me at around lunch time. Poor girl.. didnt had lunch. Rampaged the kitchen for food and all that was left were fish bones and few grains of rice. Sorry dear.. Didnt know you did not have lunch. Spent time in my room, had a super lenghthy chat.&lt;br /&gt;Time past as usual, very fast during the weekends. My dear was super hungry at around four. Stomach sang frog opera. Cant blame her though.. When pigs gotta eat, they gotta eat. Made her cup noodles which she gobbled down fast even though was boling hot. Jacked her alittle.&lt;br /&gt;Wahaha.. jacking my dear is never boring. My dear was still crying out loud for more food. How could the big bowl of cup noodle be filling for a stomach like hers? Shouted at my sis for her to get off the com but ended up being screamed at.&lt;br /&gt;Had to use my uncle's com in his room. Had some quiet time which we should have cherished. My mum came back with a chicken bao for my dear which she couldnt bear to even share a little.&lt;br /&gt;Door bell rang at 5.30pm. Behold, there stood my tuition teacher. Had tution while my dear did her blog in the room. Had dinner after tuition and dear dear didnt ask for second serving!! WOW.. FIRST TIME can say. Dear so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Junguang, "Dear you want second serving?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Grace, "Huh? erm.. dont know leh. Have enough anot? Think dont want la"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Junguang, "Have enough if you want more."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Grace, "Really ah?! Ok lor. I want."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;She never fails to finish her second serving. She just ate at central. Knew she could not not eat a second serving. Feeling fucked up now.. No dear.. school tmr.. problems with teacher. Cant wait til this depression pasts. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;p.s DEAREST DEAR DEAR.. DONT TAKE THE JACKS TO HEART. I DONT MEAN THEM. I CANT MEAN THEM. IM SO SO IN LOVE WITH YOU. LOVE YOU SUPER TOO MUCH TO EVEN MEAN THOSE JACKS GRACE DEAR DEAR. I LOVE YOU!!&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;&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;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;fadetosoft,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;theSONGends.&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;Cant live without you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22956786-114096528795538289?l=its-now-or-never-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-now-or-never-.blogspot.com/feeds/114096528795538289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22956786&amp;postID=114096528795538289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22956786/posts/default/114096528795538289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22956786/posts/default/114096528795538289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-now-or-never-.blogspot.com/2006/02/sigh.html' title=''/><author><name>itsnowornever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00174582110682697209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22956786.post-114089084010159792</id><published>2006-02-26T01:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T02:15:41.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Here i am, once again. HA! Never thought i would have the "hardworkingness" to blog so early in the morning. Just came back from Jalan Kayu prata store. One puny plain prata for 60 cents? Would be better of eating pancakes. Ordered 2 egg 2 plain but still wasnt enough. My dear would know why.. haha. Needed the washroom to dispose of all the bandung i drank while savoring the pratas. Had to walk downs some stairs to reach the toilet. Seemed like some kind of dungeon. The toilet smelled nice thought. Had a prata scent. Im thinking of my dearest every mili second. She must be sound asleep by now knowing her "no different from pig life" lifestyle. Snoring the night away, drooling. Cuddling her killer whale. Can pretty much imagine lar. Must be very cute AND pretty. Dear, cute to you is adorable but not pretty right? I miss you like mad can my dear? Pray hard ill be able to see yo tmr. I miss your presence dear. Damn.. just yawned. Should get some sleep now. Chao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fadetosoft,&lt;br /&gt;themusicstops&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im so in love!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22956786-114089084010159792?l=its-now-or-never-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-now-or-never-.blogspot.com/feeds/114089084010159792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22956786&amp;postID=114089084010159792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22956786/posts/default/114089084010159792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22956786/posts/default/114089084010159792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-now-or-never-.blogspot.com/2006/02/here-i-am-once-again.html' title=''/><author><name>itsnowornever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00174582110682697209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22956786.post-114087862900484101</id><published>2006-02-25T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T22:44:43.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally after messing around with the templates and all the shit, this blog is up! Cant say ill blog on a daily basis but ill try to do it as often. Woke up kinda late for soccer today. Alarm clock screwed. Woke my baby up after five calls and had to accept the fact that she was too sleepy to come watch me but changed her mind a while later. Met Chunni and went to fetch my baby. Went up to her house and stood staring by the dining table while she clawed and fed on an egg prata. Reached pasir ris park around 9.30am. At last Mr captain came up with a decent training scheme. Brought my baby to Kaffa Cha for lunch and went over to her house to work on my blog. Had an invitation to penisular but had to decline it as i am kinda grounded this fucked up weekend. Left my baby's house and arrived home. Showered and was super tired. Dosed off while lying on my comfy bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fadetosoft,&lt;br /&gt;themusicstops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22956786-114087862900484101?l=its-now-or-never-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-now-or-never-.blogspot.com/feeds/114087862900484101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22956786&amp;postID=114087862900484101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22956786/posts/default/114087862900484101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22956786/posts/default/114087862900484101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-now-or-never-.blogspot.com/2006/02/finally-after-messing-around-with.html' title=''/><author><name>itsnowornever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00174582110682697209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
