<?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-7085672327217647408</id><updated>2011-12-20T21:16:42.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Infinity and Beyond</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourstoryourblog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085672327217647408/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourstoryourblog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>JoeLiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01049698516488639643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UhF99jRlaZQ/SmsYFIiQAwI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/IrAjt8HaoMI/S220/DSC00243.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>37</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7085672327217647408.post-7898464861499116992</id><published>2010-08-23T10:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T10:53:00.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Liz's New Hairstyle</title><content type='html'>OMG! Baby changed her hairstyle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is her one day before the change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4KnCE5okB7k/THHhdOVHXxI/AAAAAAAABcI/JgS1e4JjmMY/s1600/44859_1621411533275_1176055550_31834170_2162584_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4KnCE5okB7k/THHhdOVHXxI/AAAAAAAABcI/JgS1e4JjmMY/s400/44859_1621411533275_1176055550_31834170_2162584_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508431711429943058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is her one day after the change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4KnCE5okB7k/THHg5SHyYhI/AAAAAAAABbw/cSA8IRF__qo/s1600/45426_1623836673902_1176055550_31841512_7889818_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 395px; height: 316px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4KnCE5okB7k/THHg5SHyYhI/AAAAAAAABbw/cSA8IRF__qo/s400/45426_1623836673902_1176055550_31841512_7889818_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508431093972492818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To put it into perspective, I also changed my hairstyle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4KnCE5okB7k/THHhcjibkBI/AAAAAAAABb4/g68KzHFpNu8/s1600/15313_383668945813_636530813_3950839_7766424_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 291px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4KnCE5okB7k/THHhcjibkBI/AAAAAAAABb4/g68KzHFpNu8/s400/15313_383668945813_636530813_3950839_7766424_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508431699943067666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4KnCE5okB7k/THHhcw-mk0I/AAAAAAAABcA/UCc-qX47dZE/s1600/34304_402706930813_636530813_4426242_2447235_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 292px; height: 389px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4KnCE5okB7k/THHhcw-mk0I/AAAAAAAABcA/UCc-qX47dZE/s400/34304_402706930813_636530813_4426242_2447235_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508431703550890818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. As you can so clearly see, no difference.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7085672327217647408-7898464861499116992?l=ourstoryourblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourstoryourblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7898464861499116992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourstoryourblog.blogspot.com/2010/08/liz.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085672327217647408/posts/default/7898464861499116992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085672327217647408/posts/default/7898464861499116992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourstoryourblog.blogspot.com/2010/08/liz.html' title='Liz&apos;s New Hairstyle'/><author><name>Joel Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02774233070968649590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_41psdb4pX4/ThR2mw2Me8I/AAAAAAAAD1Y/7xaiy_KTzq8/s220/IMG_6288.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4KnCE5okB7k/THHhdOVHXxI/AAAAAAAABcI/JgS1e4JjmMY/s72-c/44859_1621411533275_1176055550_31834170_2162584_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7085672327217647408.post-3368290298124341606</id><published>2010-05-17T22:16:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T22:55:00.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nobody but YOU</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;It's not our anniversary or any special day but &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Joel&lt;/span&gt; and I just thought this blog was getting too dead for its own good so we just decided to write=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;In the previous post, the one that my &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;baby Joey&lt;/span&gt; wrote, &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;he&lt;/span&gt; already mentioned that we live faaaaar away. But &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;he's&lt;/span&gt; just exaggerating. You know &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;But anyway...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Everytime we FINALLY see each other, we cherish each moment that we spend together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;When one of us leave, we feel such an emptiness in us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;(I'm saying "US" because i know &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;he&lt;/span&gt; feels the same way too.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;At home away from each other, the yearning begins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;It lasts till we see each other again. Then it starts when one of us leave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Such yearning for to hear &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;his&lt;/span&gt; voice. Such yearning to look into &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;his&lt;/span&gt; eyes and to smell &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;his&lt;/span&gt; scent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I love to see &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;his&lt;/span&gt; wild hair when he wakes up. I love to make Milo for &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt; each morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I love to watch &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt; write. I love to tease &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt; and see &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;his&lt;/span&gt; many expressions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;He&lt;/span&gt; loves to watch me sleep even though i think i look ugly. But &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;he&lt;/span&gt; never says i'm ugly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I have the sweetest, warmest &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;boyfriend &lt;/span&gt;in the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;One&lt;/span&gt; who will text/call me everyday and long to hear my squeaky voice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;One&lt;/span&gt; who loves me for who I am: not just my looks and capabilities but everything i am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;including my flaws.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;He&lt;/span&gt; is &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;one&lt;/span&gt; who talks about me with his guy friends and is proud of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;He &lt;/span&gt;is &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;one&lt;/span&gt; who still thinks i'm pretty when i'm not wearing any make-up, wearing glasses, and my pyjamas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;How can i ever bear to leave such a guy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Sure, we all have our crazy moments. Occasionally snapping at each other (mostly I'm the one who starts it), and sometimes even awkward silence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;But it is all these odds and ends that make up a complete relationship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;What is a relationship built upon? Just love alone? That is not enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;*According to me*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;It is built upon mutual trust, respect, love, and acceptance towards each other's flaws and ugly pasts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;With all that, a relationship will be very stable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;A relationship built on physical attraction is doomed from the very beginning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I believe &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Joel&lt;/span&gt; and I have a very stable relationship...even though we're having sort of a long-distance relationship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Sometimes i think, "Hey, maybe its that distance between us that makes us cherish each other more and learn how to be patient and communicate well."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Despite all our numerous differences in interests, foods, and ideas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I can proudly say that I LOVE &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;HIM&lt;/span&gt; WITH ALL MY HEART&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;And i'm very sure that &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;he&lt;/span&gt; feels the same way too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&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/7085672327217647408-3368290298124341606?l=ourstoryourblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourstoryourblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3368290298124341606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourstoryourblog.blogspot.com/2010/05/nobody-but-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085672327217647408/posts/default/3368290298124341606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085672327217647408/posts/default/3368290298124341606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourstoryourblog.blogspot.com/2010/05/nobody-but-you.html' title='Nobody but YOU'/><author><name>Elizabeth Han</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03187802722336898802</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-7085672327217647408.post-6904069873318125231</id><published>2010-05-17T20:28:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T20:52:23.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When it comes to that...</title><content type='html'>Me and Liz have gone through two years and a few odd months together. It is funny because we are not like a typical couple. For one, we live a looooooong way away from each other. And it doesn't help to want my girlfriend so badly but only get to see her sporadically. I mean, we can't even meet up as regularly as we originally planned. (Which is one month once by the way)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel that this year, for the past few months, my babygirl and I have actually become closer. It took us 2 years and that few odd months to actually discover that 'hey, I really, really do love this person.' Through this time, we have actually discovered more about each other, our likes and dislikes, our favorite moments together...stuff which makes me think, 'WOW!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow indeed. Because my baby and I are totally different in nature. For example, stuff that I like, she doesn't and vice versa. I absolutely adore Detective Conan and Liz just can't stand the series. We're different in our behavior as well. I am the childish and often immature one while my babygirl is the one who keeps me in check. She's like my nanny, taking care of me, babying me all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet, through all our differences and our distance, we still managed to maintain our relationship to this level, up to this point in time when we totally cannot live without each other. I love my girlfriend to bits and pieces and I know she does too. In fact, even she has admitted that her feelings for me have increased and grown stronger since I asked her to be my girlfriend 2 years and a few odd months ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She will be leaving for the States in September (late August actually, but I prefer September because it seems further away. I'm naive like that sometimes) I don't know how I am going to manage without the constant SMSes and calls from her. I have grown so accustomed to the early morning SMS: 'Good morning baby! :-*' and the late 'Goodnight Joey! I love you. :-*' that the sudden stop of these SMSes can seriously affect me. Not hearing her voice for a day can cause severe brain damage, what more 4 years?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But through it all, I believe that true love will prevail. 4 years will pass by in a breeze. Before I know it, my baby will be back in my arms again. One thing though, I know our love is definitely true, so hey, no worries right, babygirl?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you Elizabeth Han! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4KnCE5okB7k/S_E7xXSJ4SI/AAAAAAAABKI/8udaZJqshRQ/s1600/DSC08273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4KnCE5okB7k/S_E7xXSJ4SI/AAAAAAAABKI/8udaZJqshRQ/s400/DSC08273.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472220741481652514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Joey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: It's a lil too mushy hor? HAHA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7085672327217647408-6904069873318125231?l=ourstoryourblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourstoryourblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6904069873318125231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourstoryourblog.blogspot.com/2010/05/when-it-comes-to-that.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085672327217647408/posts/default/6904069873318125231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085672327217647408/posts/default/6904069873318125231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourstoryourblog.blogspot.com/2010/05/when-it-comes-to-that.html' title='When it comes to that...'/><author><name>Joel Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02774233070968649590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_41psdb4pX4/ThR2mw2Me8I/AAAAAAAAD1Y/7xaiy_KTzq8/s220/IMG_6288.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4KnCE5okB7k/S_E7xXSJ4SI/AAAAAAAABKI/8udaZJqshRQ/s72-c/DSC08273.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7085672327217647408.post-6149371151299753935</id><published>2010-02-19T14:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T14:45:53.054+08:00</updated><title type='text'>18/02/2010</title><content type='html'>Our second anniversary, Valentine's Day and Chinese New Year date was yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it was certainly a blast. And Liz probably summed it all up in the previous post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOST OF IT WASN'T TRUE! Like the part where I'm supposed to be terrified about torture and horror movies. I can proudly and openly say that I'm not...what's that? GET THAT MOVIE AWAY FROM ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.bahraincinema.com/Cpanel/Upload/MoviePhotos/a490015a-4611-4de3-b238-6f0f3d1ea640the_final_destination_4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 208px; height: 294px;" src="http://www.bahraincinema.com/Cpanel/Upload/MoviePhotos/a490015a-4611-4de3-b238-6f0f3d1ea640the_final_destination_4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry about that, maybe I really do freak out over horror movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, maybe opposites do attract. Like how a Detective Conan fan can fall for a Archie fan. Like how a non-tofu eater can go for lunch with a tofu lover. Like how a Arsenal fan can co-exist with a no-football person. Like how a GUY can fall in love with a GIRL. =)&lt;br /&gt;It's all very amazing. We have different personalities, different styles of doing things and yet we can still keep the flame of our relationship strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is funny in so many ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just found out that Liz loves the Pet Safari place in Ikano Power Center (that's the place) When I went there for the first time, mostly as a scouting mission, I somehow knew that she would just love the place. She's a big fan of animals and all that and I'm...well, not so much. And when I brought her there, I made a complete fool of myself (mixing up the Hush Puppies dog with some other breed) But luckily, Liz didn't think I was a complete moron. Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what else did we do...OH YEAH. I tried to get her 'drunk' or hyper with Kluang Station's cham. And that failed, mostly because of Archie comics. Those things are hazardous to a date. Be forewarned, guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4KnCE5okB7k/S34yhPpHL2I/AAAAAAAAA8A/lJ0gCDdIEZk/s1600-h/DSC06153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4KnCE5okB7k/S34yhPpHL2I/AAAAAAAAA8A/lJ0gCDdIEZk/s400/DSC06153.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439840946626178914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we talked. We talked about anything and everything. We talked about this and that....face to face. We hardly get this chance, even in our past dates. We just never really got the chance to sit down in some quiet place and just talk. With no distractions, no limits, nothing. Just me and her, sitting there, talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is sweet sometimes. Yes, far sweeter than the huge bag of sweets Liz bought me. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and Liz made me a book. Well, scrapbook. It had pictures of us, captioned beautifully in silver pen ink with a mix of pencil writings on it. Oh, BEAUTIFUL handwriting by the way. And I, even if offered anything in the world, would never be able to make something like that. It was just so nice of Liz to put in all that effort to make it. Me telling you all this won't help. You need to see some pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4KnCE5okB7k/S34yhgUpGyI/AAAAAAAAA8I/KlwAFK5cJtk/s1600-h/DSC06174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4KnCE5okB7k/S34yhgUpGyI/AAAAAAAAA8I/KlwAFK5cJtk/s400/DSC06174.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439840951103724322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4KnCE5okB7k/S34yifX3ZUI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/w-DhSEaGlSw/s1600-h/DSC06175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4KnCE5okB7k/S34yifX3ZUI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/w-DhSEaGlSw/s400/DSC06175.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439840968028677442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4KnCE5okB7k/S34yjBw0aDI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/AXXqHNhpMek/s1600-h/DSC06177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4KnCE5okB7k/S34yjBw0aDI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/AXXqHNhpMek/s400/DSC06177.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439840977260144690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks a lot baby, for making yesterday great.&lt;br /&gt;Let's do it again next month! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4KnCE5okB7k/S34zeIJQiBI/AAAAAAAAA8g/rRYeAAp259s/s1600-h/DSC06155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4KnCE5okB7k/S34zeIJQiBI/AAAAAAAAA8g/rRYeAAp259s/s400/DSC06155.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439841992585545746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joey&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7085672327217647408-6149371151299753935?l=ourstoryourblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourstoryourblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6149371151299753935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourstoryourblog.blogspot.com/2010/02/18022010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085672327217647408/posts/default/6149371151299753935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085672327217647408/posts/default/6149371151299753935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourstoryourblog.blogspot.com/2010/02/18022010.html' title='18/02/2010'/><author><name>Joel Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02774233070968649590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_41psdb4pX4/ThR2mw2Me8I/AAAAAAAAD1Y/7xaiy_KTzq8/s220/IMG_6288.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4KnCE5okB7k/S34yhPpHL2I/AAAAAAAAA8A/lJ0gCDdIEZk/s72-c/DSC06153.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7085672327217647408.post-8891694841091492372</id><published>2010-02-19T09:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T10:13:50.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Thursday 18th February 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Written by Elizabeth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Joel and I went out on our 2nd Anniversary date=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I had to go to KL of course...coz Melaka has absolutely nothing to do. but HEY!! there is that European Medieval times torture exhibition at the red house section called the TorturaII!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Haha...i wana go there.......but Joel will probably freak. Its those things that freak him out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Lol...we're actually quite different people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Horror movies freak him, but they dont freak me. Lizards n roaches(and other creepy crawlies) freak me but not him. I like spicy food, he doesnt. He loves sports, n im just a sports idiot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;We're always drinking different drinks n eating different foods. Unless its family style...where u have no choice but to eat what everyone is eating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Lets see, what else? I like soft toys and animals. He doesnt really...but he puts up with me anyway. hehe....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;He's like into Conan detective comics n im into Archie comics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Hmm......people say opposites attract. Maybe they're right=P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;ANYWAY, during our date, he brought me to the Pet Safari in The Curve (or some other one which i cnt remember the name) and we were there for like...an hour? or so.&lt;br /&gt;WOW i love that place!!! Thnx, Joey, for bringing me there!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;He also brought me to&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;Kluang Station hoping i'd get hyper on one of the drinks there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;But i was too occupied with the archie comic i was reading and didnt really get hyper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I guess he was disappointed.....or relieved..ha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I dont really know what he's thinking sometimes. He's too complicated!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;But we read each other's minds. Which is amazing!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Haha...we're just weird.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;By the way, we have just celebrated Chinese New Year, Valentines Day, and our 2nd Anniversary all in ONE DAY!!! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7085672327217647408-8891694841091492372?l=ourstoryourblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourstoryourblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8891694841091492372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourstoryourblog.blogspot.com/2010/02/thursday-18th-february-2010-written-by.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085672327217647408/posts/default/8891694841091492372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085672327217647408/posts/default/8891694841091492372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourstoryourblog.blogspot.com/2010/02/thursday-18th-february-2010-written-by.html' title=''/><author><name>Elizabeth Han</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03187802722336898802</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-7085672327217647408.post-3306146615449605609</id><published>2010-02-16T19:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T19:07:12.081+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday please come faster...</title><content type='html'>2 more days! Darn time, it's moving too slowly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FASTER FASTER. Thursday please come faster.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7085672327217647408-3306146615449605609?l=ourstoryourblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourstoryourblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3306146615449605609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourstoryourblog.blogspot.com/2010/02/thursday-please-come-faster.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085672327217647408/posts/default/3306146615449605609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085672327217647408/posts/default/3306146615449605609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourstoryourblog.blogspot.com/2010/02/thursday-please-come-faster.html' title='Thursday please come faster...'/><author><name>Joel Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02774233070968649590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_41psdb4pX4/ThR2mw2Me8I/AAAAAAAAD1Y/7xaiy_KTzq8/s220/IMG_6288.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7085672327217647408.post-9044924278730615461</id><published>2010-02-09T21:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T21:13:54.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In a week...</title><content type='html'>In a week, we'll meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That rhymes, and we're so totally awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really can't wait for the big big day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7085672327217647408-9044924278730615461?l=ourstoryourblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourstoryourblog.blogspot.com/feeds/9044924278730615461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourstoryourblog.blogspot.com/2010/02/in-week.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085672327217647408/posts/default/9044924278730615461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085672327217647408/posts/default/9044924278730615461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourstoryourblog.blogspot.com/2010/02/in-week.html' title='In a week...'/><author><name>Joel Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02774233070968649590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_41psdb4pX4/ThR2mw2Me8I/AAAAAAAAD1Y/7xaiy_KTzq8/s220/IMG_6288.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7085672327217647408.post-5820606283860915120</id><published>2010-01-21T19:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T19:21:37.032+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reply to my beeeeeeeeee</title><content type='html'>To my one n only Joey…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joey, you’re such a hopeless romantic in this blog and in any other ways concerning me.&lt;br /&gt;I’m often speechless around you for that reason.&lt;br /&gt;But Joel, I want you to know that I don’t mind if we’ve never gone out together on Valentine’s Day. Every moment we spend together is Valentine’s Day.&lt;br /&gt;All the gifts you’ve ever given me (or GOING to give me) are enough to last me a whole lifetime of special events each.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may not be as fluent in writing as you are…in fact im NOTHING close to you…but as long as my message got through, im satisfied. You are the one who knows me inside out. You know what my reaction’s gonna be in any circumstance. You know what my facial expression will be even when you can’t see me. You know what I’m thinking about all the time. And I love you for that. Despite all my irrational downtimes, you still stuck by me. You put up with me all these 2 years =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may disagree with me (u always do), but I have to say this again – I’m far from being perfect, dear. You always call me independent, nice, friendly, and sweet. But I know I’m not all that. I know I have disappointed you at some point. Please forgive me and guide me so that I won’t make that mistake again. The last thing I’d wanna do to you is to hurt you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falling in love with you was such an easy thing. You made it easy for me.&lt;br /&gt;My love for you has moved me to do the things I never imagined I’d have the courage to accomplish. A good example is me writing such a long “letter” (aka blog post) to you. As you know I can’t really write. I’m sure you’re proud of me =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This, which is supposed to be a reply to your pre-Valentine’s Day post, has turned into a personal letter. (Told you I can’t write…I can’t even stay on one single objective)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY, my sweetheart =)&lt;br /&gt;I know we wont be able to meet up on Valentines this year (again).&lt;br /&gt;But hopefully we will on the 17th. Just remember that you’re always on my mind. &lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With lots of love,&lt;br /&gt;Lizzie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Sorry to all you readers…this is a tad bit too mushy for public eyes. But oh well….&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7085672327217647408-5820606283860915120?l=ourstoryourblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourstoryourblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5820606283860915120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourstoryourblog.blogspot.com/2010/01/reply-to-my-beeeeeeeeee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085672327217647408/posts/default/5820606283860915120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085672327217647408/posts/default/5820606283860915120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourstoryourblog.blogspot.com/2010/01/reply-to-my-beeeeeeeeee.html' title='Reply to my beeeeeeeeee'/><author><name>Elizabeth Han</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03187802722336898802</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-7085672327217647408.post-2404179966716533777</id><published>2010-01-21T13:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T14:19:36.085+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A letter to Liz</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;To my dear Lizzie, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;As Valentine's Day is just round the corner, it is customary for me to post something on our blog so that the world may feel our happiness. But customs often breeds contempt and boring repetition, and that is not something any relationship should have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;So I decided to change the usual style of writing romantic, sweet nothings to writing something less lofty. Remarkably, yesterday's effort failed terribly and I was forced to post it up on my blog instead. I found out that I have split personalities when it comes to blogging in different blogs. I am sarcastic in my own blog, and a hopeless romantic in this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;And that might be the only romantic thing I write in this post so bear with me. We've been together for almost 2 years now and I'm sure you had to bear with my wild mood swings and kiddy attitudes throughout the whole time. I know I may not be the perfect boyfriend but I've certainly changed a lot, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've both changed in some way. For you, you've gotten prettier, and more matured in your thinking. You're independent, nice, friendly and sweet. And you have long hair too, which is a staple in girls I like. You've fallen more deeply in love with me, and I have just done the same. Despite that, you've also gotten blurer in a lot of things that you do.(citation needed) All in all, you've changed to be a more perfect girlfriend than when I first knew you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me, I've certainly become a less quiet person. I don't keep to myself that much anymore and I can get really crazy at times. I have also become (slightly) less childish than before. And...that's about it in terms of change. I'm overall still that naughty kid inside. But hey, I still have flashes of that adult kid, just waiting to burst out of my shell. Waiting and waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two years together has shown me how much love can really change a person. I learn to be more responsible for my actions, knowing that should I screw up in anyway, I would be hurting someone else OTHER than myself. I've learnt that being selfish in a relationship will only be like pouring water on the flames. I mean, who does THAT?&lt;br /&gt;Except maybe for firemen. And any logical sane person who sees a fire going out of control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I digress. This is supposed to be a pre-Valentine's Day post. Why have I gone off to talking about fires and firemen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Liz, I can only tell you this Valentine's Day; Happy Valentine's. I know we probably won't meet up, but then again, we've never meet up on Valentine's Day anyways. It's 3 days AFTER Valentine's Day that you cannot miss. Okay? Pinky promise?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love and kisses(XOXO?)&lt;br /&gt;Your Joey&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/7085672327217647408-2404179966716533777?l=ourstoryourblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourstoryourblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2404179966716533777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourstoryourblog.blogspot.com/2010/01/letter-to-liz.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085672327217647408/posts/default/2404179966716533777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085672327217647408/posts/default/2404179966716533777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourstoryourblog.blogspot.com/2010/01/letter-to-liz.html' title='A letter to Liz'/><author><name>Joel Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02774233070968649590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_41psdb4pX4/ThR2mw2Me8I/AAAAAAAAD1Y/7xaiy_KTzq8/s220/IMG_6288.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7085672327217647408.post-7818809262345624257</id><published>2010-01-18T14:48:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T17:51:14.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Singapore!</title><content type='html'>A picture speaks a thousand words. So by posting a few pictures, I'll have a few thousand word post. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is through the weekend, when I went down to Singapore to attend Liz's brother's wedding. I can say one thing, it's 10 times grander than anything KL can muster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4KnCE5okB7k/S1QG3QJqX5I/AAAAAAAAA1U/NkGcIkvdHB4/s1600-h/DSC06022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4KnCE5okB7k/S1QG3QJqX5I/AAAAAAAAA1U/NkGcIkvdHB4/s400/DSC06022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427970997186355090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a gothic picture. I took it. I'm good. -Joel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4KnCE5okB7k/S1QG3h3YT4I/AAAAAAAAA1c/_9X8aCR6mts/s1600-h/DSC06026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4KnCE5okB7k/S1QG3h3YT4I/AAAAAAAAA1c/_9X8aCR6mts/s400/DSC06026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427971001941512066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boo! -Liz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4KnCE5okB7k/S1QG4uNKc_I/AAAAAAAAA1s/VhQrZF5G8bI/s1600-h/DSC06033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4KnCE5okB7k/S1QG4uNKc_I/AAAAAAAAA1s/VhQrZF5G8bI/s400/DSC06033.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427971022433973234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was observing the whole makeup/hair process. It was weird. -Joel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4KnCE5okB7k/S1QG5MZPfBI/AAAAAAAAA10/ES7I1ieVXWk/s1600-h/DSC06037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4KnCE5okB7k/S1QG5MZPfBI/AAAAAAAAA10/ES7I1ieVXWk/s400/DSC06037.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427971030537698322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was bored, so she kept making faces. -Joel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4KnCE5okB7k/S1QG4Jjpw8I/AAAAAAAAA1k/GR3_8SS-WFA/s1600-h/DSC06030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4KnCE5okB7k/S1QG4Jjpw8I/AAAAAAAAA1k/GR3_8SS-WFA/s400/DSC06030.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427971012596188098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE THIS PIC! -Liz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4KnCE5okB7k/S1QHx4OmsWI/AAAAAAAAA18/eMo-92GY4lU/s1600-h/DSC06038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4KnCE5okB7k/S1QHx4OmsWI/AAAAAAAAA18/eMo-92GY4lU/s400/DSC06038.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427972004376916322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The final result.&lt;br /&gt;Verdict: Nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4KnCE5okB7k/S1QHyeTM2BI/AAAAAAAAA2E/BrGivvisxys/s1600-h/DSC06046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4KnCE5okB7k/S1QHyeTM2BI/AAAAAAAAA2E/BrGivvisxys/s400/DSC06046.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427972014596741138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO CUTEEEEE! -Joel &amp;amp; Liz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4KnCE5okB7k/S1QHy9mPUTI/AAAAAAAAA2M/CXIDzcCzAr0/s1600-h/DSC06054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4KnCE5okB7k/S1QHy9mPUTI/AAAAAAAAA2M/CXIDzcCzAr0/s400/DSC06054.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427972022998094130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO PRETTY! -Joel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4KnCE5okB7k/S1QHzNsWP1I/AAAAAAAAA2U/TMypEPMJ9fY/s1600-h/DSC06057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4KnCE5okB7k/S1QHzNsWP1I/AAAAAAAAA2U/TMypEPMJ9fY/s400/DSC06057.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427972027318681426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just love this pic so much. =) -Joel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4KnCE5okB7k/S1QI_GBABwI/AAAAAAAAA2k/II40avndP_k/s1600-h/DSC06063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4KnCE5okB7k/S1QI_GBABwI/AAAAAAAAA2k/II40avndP_k/s400/DSC06063.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427973330927879938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a flower for you. -Joel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4KnCE5okB7k/S1QI_aRs92I/AAAAAAAAA2s/rHkoagSKobo/s1600-h/DSC06060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4KnCE5okB7k/S1QI_aRs92I/AAAAAAAAA2s/rHkoagSKobo/s400/DSC06060.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427973336366643042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why thank you very much- Liz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4KnCE5okB7k/S1QI_zYPR1I/AAAAAAAAA20/m7UrP_GU5Wg/s1600-h/DSC06059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4KnCE5okB7k/S1QI_zYPR1I/AAAAAAAAA20/m7UrP_GU5Wg/s400/DSC06059.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427973343104943954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rose. Our rose. -Joel&lt;br /&gt;HAHA! My Er Yi plucked it off from the hotel's deco! -Liz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4KnCE5okB7k/S1QHzou6McI/AAAAAAAAA2c/uPjYjdiTLN8/s1600-h/DSC06065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4KnCE5okB7k/S1QHzou6McI/AAAAAAAAA2c/uPjYjdiTLN8/s400/DSC06065.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427972034577183170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hottie pilot! -Liz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4KnCE5okB7k/S1QJAVB9P7I/AAAAAAAAA28/TezDR56TWVk/s1600-h/DSC06067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4KnCE5okB7k/S1QJAVB9P7I/AAAAAAAAA28/TezDR56TWVk/s400/DSC06067.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427973352138293170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some funny decorative thing at the Marina Square.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4KnCE5okB7k/S1QJA9e1xZI/AAAAAAAAA3E/EbKKkMrQJgY/s1600-h/DSC06070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4KnCE5okB7k/S1QJA9e1xZI/AAAAAAAAA3E/EbKKkMrQJgY/s400/DSC06070.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427973362996856210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye baby. -Liz&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight. -Joel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that was basically all the pics in my phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tata!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7085672327217647408-7818809262345624257?l=ourstoryourblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourstoryourblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7818809262345624257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourstoryourblog.blogspot.com/2010/01/p-e-picture-speaks-thousand-words.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085672327217647408/posts/default/7818809262345624257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085672327217647408/posts/default/7818809262345624257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourstoryourblog.blogspot.com/2010/01/p-e-picture-speaks-thousand-words.html' title='Singapore!'/><author><name>Joel Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02774233070968649590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_41psdb4pX4/ThR2mw2Me8I/AAAAAAAAD1Y/7xaiy_KTzq8/s220/IMG_6288.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4KnCE5okB7k/S1QG3QJqX5I/AAAAAAAAA1U/NkGcIkvdHB4/s72-c/DSC06022.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7085672327217647408.post-5010987827047667273</id><published>2010-01-02T14:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T17:51:23.008+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Musings</title><content type='html'>When oh when will I get to see my Lizzie again?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7085672327217647408-5010987827047667273?l=ourstoryourblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourstoryourblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5010987827047667273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourstoryourblog.blogspot.com/2010/01/when-oh-when-will-i-get-to-see-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085672327217647408/posts/default/5010987827047667273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085672327217647408/posts/default/5010987827047667273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourstoryourblog.blogspot.com/2010/01/when-oh-when-will-i-get-to-see-my.html' title='Musings'/><author><name>Joel Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02774233070968649590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_41psdb4pX4/ThR2mw2Me8I/AAAAAAAAD1Y/7xaiy_KTzq8/s220/IMG_6288.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7085672327217647408.post-712071791671168803</id><published>2009-11-09T21:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T17:51:29.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hehe...</title><content type='html'>From Joel&lt;br /&gt;To Liz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note taken. Be prepared to be chocolated. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7085672327217647408-712071791671168803?l=ourstoryourblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourstoryourblog.blogspot.com/feeds/712071791671168803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourstoryourblog.blogspot.com/2009/11/from-joel-to-liz-note-taken.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085672327217647408/posts/default/712071791671168803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085672327217647408/posts/default/712071791671168803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourstoryourblog.blogspot.com/2009/11/from-joel-to-liz-note-taken.html' title='hehe...'/><author><name>Joel Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02774233070968649590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_41psdb4pX4/ThR2mw2Me8I/AAAAAAAAD1Y/7xaiy_KTzq8/s220/IMG_6288.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7085672327217647408.post-7662334380942747805</id><published>2009-11-06T09:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T17:51:36.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHOOOO!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;For Joel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;From Liz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Our next meeting:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date/time: UNKNOWN&lt;br /&gt;Place: Secret Recipe&lt;br /&gt;State: Melaka/KL&lt;br /&gt;Dress code: T-SHIRT!!&lt;br /&gt;Purpose: To eat cake together&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/7085672327217647408-7662334380942747805?l=ourstoryourblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourstoryourblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7662334380942747805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourstoryourblog.blogspot.com/2009/11/for-joel-from-liz-our-next-meeting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085672327217647408/posts/default/7662334380942747805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085672327217647408/posts/default/7662334380942747805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourstoryourblog.blogspot.com/2009/11/for-joel-from-liz-our-next-meeting.html' title='WHOOOO!'/><author><name>Elizabeth Han</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03187802722336898802</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-7085672327217647408.post-4614924570301528790</id><published>2009-10-20T23:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T17:51:57.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday boy's post</title><content type='html'>Today(actually yesterday) was my birthday. And boy was it a whole lotta fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's because Liz came today. And I brought her to my house, (she hasn't been here since forever). And my mom made spaghetti and mushroom soup and it was seriously crazy. Then we spent the next two hours looking at my old baby photos, which Liz had always wanted to see. She kept going, 'AWWWW! So cute!' And yes, I admit I'm cute...=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Liz gave me a whole bunch of presents AND a handmade cake! My grandma loved it so much she kept going for so many helpings. Now the cake is nearly gone. (I think I shall finish it later)&lt;br /&gt;Liz kept referring to her presents as junk, but I disagree! She put in a lot of effort to make the cake and to write all those letters. Thanks a lot baby! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to hang out at MidValley. But Time was always our enemy. Soon, it was time for Liz to leave. Sigh...when will you come back Liz? I hope it'll be real soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ILY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4KnCE5okB7k/St3duL1Y5NI/AAAAAAAAAr4/J_qyRLOZVkQ/s1600-h/DSC04976.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4KnCE5okB7k/St3duL1Y5NI/AAAAAAAAAr4/J_qyRLOZVkQ/s320/DSC04976.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394711714180162770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7085672327217647408-4614924570301528790?l=ourstoryourblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourstoryourblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4614924570301528790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourstoryourblog.blogspot.com/2009/10/todayactually-yesterday-was-my-birthday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085672327217647408/posts/default/4614924570301528790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085672327217647408/posts/default/4614924570301528790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourstoryourblog.blogspot.com/2009/10/todayactually-yesterday-was-my-birthday.html' title='Birthday boy&apos;s post'/><author><name>Joel Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02774233070968649590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_41psdb4pX4/ThR2mw2Me8I/AAAAAAAAD1Y/7xaiy_KTzq8/s220/IMG_6288.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4KnCE5okB7k/St3duL1Y5NI/AAAAAAAAAr4/J_qyRLOZVkQ/s72-c/DSC04976.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7085672327217647408.post-7049943525846458151</id><published>2009-09-29T18:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T17:52:09.704+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;We'll have good times, we'll have bad times...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;We'll have all our times TOGETHER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7085672327217647408-7049943525846458151?l=ourstoryourblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourstoryourblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7049943525846458151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourstoryourblog.blogspot.com/2009/09/well-have-good-times-well-have-bad.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085672327217647408/posts/default/7049943525846458151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085672327217647408/posts/default/7049943525846458151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourstoryourblog.blogspot.com/2009/09/well-have-good-times-well-have-bad.html' title='=)'/><author><name>Elizabeth Han</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03187802722336898802</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-7085672327217647408.post-3154672299012726420</id><published>2009-09-24T15:47:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T17:52:22.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some pictures</title><content type='html'>Aloha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog will not be updated until maybe(and it's a big MAYBE here) next month. It's a long hiatus because both of us have our own things to do and we're both busy. But here are some of the latest pictures taken within the last 2 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4KnCE5okB7k/Srsr6ZJwSRI/AAAAAAAAApY/u_yvgrxzY1A/s1600-h/DSC00778.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4KnCE5okB7k/Srsr6ZJwSRI/AAAAAAAAApY/u_yvgrxzY1A/s320/DSC00778.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384946061635766546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bowling alley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4KnCE5okB7k/Srsr6x-8UpI/AAAAAAAAApg/r6ghhKnEbPE/s1600-h/DSC00810.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4KnCE5okB7k/Srsr6x-8UpI/AAAAAAAAApg/r6ghhKnEbPE/s320/DSC00810.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384946068301304466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4KnCE5okB7k/Srsp2FnnFwI/AAAAAAAAApA/iOY6mZDZSNo/s1600-h/DSC05745.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4KnCE5okB7k/Srsp2FnnFwI/AAAAAAAAApA/iOY6mZDZSNo/s320/DSC05745.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384943788649551618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sky was supposed to look orangey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4KnCE5okB7k/Srsp1uTVikI/AAAAAAAAAo4/Ea8pFYXLloc/s1600-h/DSC05756.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4KnCE5okB7k/Srsp1uTVikI/AAAAAAAAAo4/Ea8pFYXLloc/s320/DSC05756.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384943782390499906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4KnCE5okB7k/Srsp0zHxt3I/AAAAAAAAAow/OgPTIxb1P0A/s1600-h/DSC05763.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4KnCE5okB7k/Srsp0zHxt3I/AAAAAAAAAow/OgPTIxb1P0A/s320/DSC05763.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384943766504322930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad, yeah I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4KnCE5okB7k/Srsp2q-CzLI/AAAAAAAAApI/FiJGTOZCd4A/s1600-h/DSC05732.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4KnCE5okB7k/Srsp2q-CzLI/AAAAAAAAApI/FiJGTOZCd4A/s320/DSC05732.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384943798675754162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out for a stroll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4KnCE5okB7k/Srsp0X2K5HI/AAAAAAAAAoo/TnESEFcPmVc/s1600-h/DSC05776.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4KnCE5okB7k/Srsp0X2K5HI/AAAAAAAAAoo/TnESEFcPmVc/s320/DSC05776.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384943759182718066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the seaside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4KnCE5okB7k/Srsr5q4pNFI/AAAAAAAAApQ/UV8r6aQNuW0/s1600-h/DSC04751.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4KnCE5okB7k/Srsr5q4pNFI/AAAAAAAAApQ/UV8r6aQNuW0/s320/DSC04751.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384946049215968338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Webcamming.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7085672327217647408-3154672299012726420?l=ourstoryourblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourstoryourblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3154672299012726420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourstoryourblog.blogspot.com/2009/09/aloha-this-blog-will-not-be-updated.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085672327217647408/posts/default/3154672299012726420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085672327217647408/posts/default/3154672299012726420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourstoryourblog.blogspot.com/2009/09/aloha-this-blog-will-not-be-updated.html' title='Some pictures'/><author><name>Joel Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02774233070968649590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_41psdb4pX4/ThR2mw2Me8I/AAAAAAAAD1Y/7xaiy_KTzq8/s220/IMG_6288.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4KnCE5okB7k/Srsr6ZJwSRI/AAAAAAAAApY/u_yvgrxzY1A/s72-c/DSC00778.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7085672327217647408.post-4067315454140592122</id><published>2009-08-04T21:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T17:52:29.619+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our first date</title><content type='html'>Our first date I will never forget&lt;br /&gt;despite the many times we had previously met.&lt;br /&gt;The first date is all I remember, you see&lt;br /&gt;Because all the other times, you were not talking to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was as nervous as could be&lt;br /&gt;but I hid it well so you could not see.&lt;br /&gt;Were you as nervous as me, I wonder,&lt;br /&gt;leaving me these questions to ponder:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know how I felt or were you aware&lt;br /&gt;That the simple brush of your hand against mine&lt;br /&gt;was enough to make me quiver&lt;br /&gt;And causing me to unintentionally shiver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had so much to ask you right then&lt;br /&gt;but how do I ask when our date is at an end?&lt;br /&gt;Will I see you again, will you text or call?&lt;br /&gt;or did I simply imagine the magic of it all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Time has provided an answer for us&lt;br /&gt;as we moved on from friends to lovers.&lt;br /&gt;We are still in love with each other as that first date way back then,&lt;br /&gt;and this is one of the true love stories that will never end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7085672327217647408-4067315454140592122?l=ourstoryourblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourstoryourblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4067315454140592122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourstoryourblog.blogspot.com/2009/08/our-first-date-i-will-never-forget.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085672327217647408/posts/default/4067315454140592122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085672327217647408/posts/default/4067315454140592122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourstoryourblog.blogspot.com/2009/08/our-first-date-i-will-never-forget.html' title='Our first date'/><author><name>Joel Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02774233070968649590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_41psdb4pX4/ThR2mw2Me8I/AAAAAAAAD1Y/7xaiy_KTzq8/s220/IMG_6288.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7085672327217647408.post-5888376671897824367</id><published>2009-08-04T20:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T17:52:38.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>Each breath slowed to a thousand sighs&lt;br /&gt;And my heart drummed out frantic beats&lt;br /&gt;I glowed brighter than the morning sun&lt;br /&gt;wiping away my clouds cold and grey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll never forget the day you arrested my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7085672327217647408-5888376671897824367?l=ourstoryourblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourstoryourblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5888376671897824367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourstoryourblog.blogspot.com/2009/08/each-breath-slowed-to-thousand-sighs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085672327217647408/posts/default/5888376671897824367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085672327217647408/posts/default/5888376671897824367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourstoryourblog.blogspot.com/2009/08/each-breath-slowed-to-thousand-sighs.html' title='Random'/><author><name>Joel Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02774233070968649590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_41psdb4pX4/ThR2mw2Me8I/AAAAAAAAD1Y/7xaiy_KTzq8/s220/IMG_6288.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7085672327217647408.post-8090195170526388786</id><published>2009-07-29T17:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T17:30:29.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;Written by Liz:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love this new layout! but the fonts are hard to read for me. Is it something wrong with my comp?? Cuz Joel says nothing is wrong with it on his comp.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7085672327217647408-8090195170526388786?l=ourstoryourblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourstoryourblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8090195170526388786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourstoryourblog.blogspot.com/2009/07/written-by-liz-love-this-new-layout-but.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085672327217647408/posts/default/8090195170526388786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085672327217647408/posts/default/8090195170526388786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourstoryourblog.blogspot.com/2009/07/written-by-liz-love-this-new-layout-but.html' title=''/><author><name>JoeLiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01049698516488639643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UhF99jRlaZQ/SmsYFIiQAwI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/IrAjt8HaoMI/S220/DSC00243.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7085672327217647408.post-233411984522483565</id><published>2009-07-27T23:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T17:52:50.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Renovation done</title><content type='html'>At last, our blog has been renovated. It's kinda nice now, isn't it Liz?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7085672327217647408-233411984522483565?l=ourstoryourblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourstoryourblog.blogspot.com/feeds/233411984522483565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourstoryourblog.blogspot.com/2009/07/at-last-our-blog-has-been-renovated.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085672327217647408/posts/default/233411984522483565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085672327217647408/posts/default/233411984522483565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourstoryourblog.blogspot.com/2009/07/at-last-our-blog-has-been-renovated.html' title='Renovation done'/><author><name>Joel Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02774233070968649590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_41psdb4pX4/ThR2mw2Me8I/AAAAAAAAD1Y/7xaiy_KTzq8/s220/IMG_6288.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7085672327217647408.post-3639341707120168037</id><published>2009-07-25T22:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T17:52:59.829+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Communication</title><content type='html'>Liz and I recently faced a problem in our relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, it wasn't a terrible argument which ended in a break up, which would also spell the end of this blog.&lt;br /&gt;No, it wasn't a 'I mistook your cousin for your girlfriend' case, which would more likely happen in a drama series than in real life.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it's a scenario faced by a lot of couples nowadays, especially if you're in a long distance relationship like us.&lt;br /&gt;And yes, we handled it perfectly well. (refer to example #1)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had this little,wee problem called communication, or otherwise the lack of it. Y'see, both of us had become monotonous in our SMSes and our once-nightly calls routine turned into a weekly one. In our SMSes, we would go something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Joel&gt;Liz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hey, I miss u!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Liz&gt;Joel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I miss you too! Watcha doin?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Joel&gt;Liz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nth! haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm bored!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Liz&gt;Joel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me too! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Joel&gt;Liz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;N watcha doing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Liz&gt;Joel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i'm watching tv. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Joel&gt;Liz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ok...ttyl then. cya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Liz&gt;Joel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we went through this mindless talk day in, day out. Week in, week out. We had no new topics to discuss, no proper conversations going on. I don't know if Liz felt the same way but I found looking up and starting new topics difficult. I didn't know what to say and most of the time, I felt powerless to stop it. And slowly, the flame we both had in the first few weeks of our relationship was extinguishing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did the only reasonable thing. I went to the Internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to wikipedia(and a whole lot of other websites I went to) long distance relationships are founded and rooted in:&lt;br /&gt;a) trust, and we had plenty of that.&lt;br /&gt;b) love, we had plenty of that too...&lt;br /&gt;c) COMMUNICATION.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one night was all it took for us to resolve this little issue. We talked for over 2 hours about everything and anything. We told each other secrets, 'hidden' deep down, we told jokes, we said mushy stuff. Basically we talked about everything(including the weather I think) under the sun, or in our case, the moon.&lt;br /&gt;And I felt like I was back to last year, when we both just started dating. I could tell her anything openly. There was no barrier between us, we just talked and talked and talked. The ideas flowed and flowed. Laughter was shared. Basically, it was like being in love all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we finally settled the problem. Together, we can face anything. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7085672327217647408-3639341707120168037?l=ourstoryourblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourstoryourblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3639341707120168037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourstoryourblog.blogspot.com/2009/07/liz-and-i-recently-faced-problem-in-our.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085672327217647408/posts/default/3639341707120168037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085672327217647408/posts/default/3639341707120168037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourstoryourblog.blogspot.com/2009/07/liz-and-i-recently-faced-problem-in-our.html' title='Communication'/><author><name>JoeLiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01049698516488639643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UhF99jRlaZQ/SmsYFIiQAwI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/IrAjt8HaoMI/S220/DSC00243.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7085672327217647408.post-8836307452823267151</id><published>2009-07-14T18:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T17:53:12.539+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish I understood</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I wish I understood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does it hurt so bad,&lt;br /&gt;yet feel so good inside?&lt;br /&gt;The longing pain both&lt;br /&gt;cutting and joyful.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I understood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know I love you&lt;br /&gt;till the ends of the earth.&lt;br /&gt;But how can I show that love to you,&lt;br /&gt;when I am miles and miles away?&lt;br /&gt;I wish I understood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to hold you in my arms&lt;br /&gt;and to grasp your hand in mine.&lt;br /&gt;To look you in the eyes&lt;br /&gt;and whisper a soft 'I love you'.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I understood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This distance is what we have to face,&lt;br /&gt;but our love will stay faithful and true.&lt;br /&gt;Till one day this distance we conquer,&lt;br /&gt;then finally, we'll be together forever.&lt;br /&gt;And now I understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't say I know what to write in response to Liz's previous post. So I just wrote a poem to tell her how much I love her.&lt;br /&gt;I think that this poem reflects our current situation. We're miles apart from each other, unable to see each other on a whim. Unlike those lucky couples who get to meet each other everyday, we only meet up when she comes up to KL or I go down to Melaka. Plus these meet-ups are pretty short, like 5-6 hours max. So being able to see each other is already a joy for us.&lt;br /&gt;But I have to admit that I'm hardly the patient type of person. I'm constantly pestering Liz about when she's coming to KL, and that's a fact that she will wholly agree with me. And sometimes, I border on the annoying. But Liz patiently puts up with me(I think). And so our relationship has continued to get stronger by the day. It's been nearly a year and a half and we're still going strong, maybe even stronger than the day we first got together.&lt;br /&gt;I think we can go on for a long time, till forever. (I hope)&lt;br /&gt;But life is just so unpredictable, isn't it? We'll just have to pray for God's will and look forward to tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Joel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You and Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two different states with a river in between,&lt;br /&gt;is enough to separate us of what we could have been.&lt;br /&gt;Some said we could not have made it even a year&lt;br /&gt;and yet here we are, our love stronger than ever.&lt;br /&gt;Our love has faced the trials of time and distance,&lt;br /&gt;and has come out victorious, packed with persistance.&lt;br /&gt;I know that one day our wait shall come to an end,&lt;br /&gt;and our hands shall be joined together again.&lt;br /&gt;I have opened my heart to you, forever to be.&lt;br /&gt;Because I know one day, it will be only you and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ILY Elizabeth Han.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7085672327217647408-8836307452823267151?l=ourstoryourblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourstoryourblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8836307452823267151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourstoryourblog.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-wish-i-understood-why-does-it-hurt-so.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085672327217647408/posts/default/8836307452823267151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085672327217647408/posts/default/8836307452823267151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourstoryourblog.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-wish-i-understood-why-does-it-hurt-so.html' title='I wish I understood'/><author><name>JoeLiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01049698516488639643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UhF99jRlaZQ/SmsYFIiQAwI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/IrAjt8HaoMI/S220/DSC00243.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7085672327217647408.post-8765647451990468188</id><published>2009-07-14T17:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T17:08:52.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>From liz to joel</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Elizabeth to Joel:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the way you look at me...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the way you smile at me...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the way you make me laugh all the time...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the way you write...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the way you walk...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the way you talk to me in your quiet voice...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the way you make u-turns...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the way you never want me to get hurt...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the way you say "dont want lah" when i baby you when you're hurt...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the way you get along with the little kids...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the way you always hold my hand...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;the way you make my heart skip a beat...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the way your hair goes all over the place when you wake up...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the way you swim like a fish...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love you ANYWAY you are.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7085672327217647408-8765647451990468188?l=ourstoryourblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourstoryourblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8765647451990468188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourstoryourblog.blogspot.com/2009/07/from-liz-to-joel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085672327217647408/posts/default/8765647451990468188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085672327217647408/posts/default/8765647451990468188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourstoryourblog.blogspot.com/2009/07/from-liz-to-joel.html' title='From liz to joel'/><author><name>JoeLiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01049698516488639643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UhF99jRlaZQ/SmsYFIiQAwI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/IrAjt8HaoMI/S220/DSC00243.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7085672327217647408.post-2077615309980459853</id><published>2009-06-30T20:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T20:58:50.319+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;The Memory Lives On&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dream is over, but the memory of the dream lives on.&lt;br /&gt;A dream which turned into reality, right before our eyes&lt;br /&gt;in the form of a memorable week, filled with new things.&lt;br /&gt;The joyfulness, fun, laughter intermingled together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The week is over, but the memory of the week lives on.&lt;br /&gt;A week together, full of up with little down.&lt;br /&gt;A pleasant week with the one you love&lt;br /&gt;is always enough to bring a smile to your face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trip is over but the memory of the trip lives on.&lt;br /&gt;A trip to explore a new and exciting place, and&lt;br /&gt;the fear and anxiety lifted with the smile on your face.&lt;br /&gt;The trip might be over, but the journey is just begun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The memory of the dream, week and trip will forever stay in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;Vivid and lasting, till the end of the eternal waves of time.&lt;br /&gt;This memory will be stored, kept safe in a drawer in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;And it will continually be taken out and shared, so that&lt;br /&gt;the memory lives on forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Power of Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to share a little about the one week with Liz. I know I might have gushed a lot about the trip in my blog already but this little event in the trip really shone out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you a little story. There was this little boy who went on a trip to Singapore. He headed to Sentosa Island with his girlfriend. He heard about the cable cars going to Sentosa and he was so excited in trying it out. But unknown to this little boy, his girlfriend was actually terrified of heights. Because he did not know about this fear of hers,  this little boy persisted in riding the cable car, unaware of his girlfriend's feelings.&lt;br /&gt;But the girlfriend did not stop him nor did not throw cold water on the little boy's plans. She merely smiled at him and agreed to get on the cable car with him. The cable car pushed off, and so did the girlfriend's fear. She clung on the railings for dear life, hardly daring to look up. She held on to his hand tightly and prayed that the ride would end slowly. The little boy was blissfully unaware of his girlfriend's discomfort, himself enjoying the ride immensely. When they finally reached the station, the little boy noticed that his girlfriend was pale. He suddenly felt very selfish. Why hadn't he at least comforted her during the ride?&lt;br /&gt;He turned to his girlfriend and asked, 'Why did you get on the ride even though you were so afraid of heights?'&lt;br /&gt;His girlfriend managed a small smile and answered, 'That's because I had you beside me.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is based on a true story of what happened in Singapore. Thanks Liz for conquering your fear just because of me. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7085672327217647408-2077615309980459853?l=ourstoryourblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourstoryourblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2077615309980459853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourstoryourblog.blogspot.com/2009/06/memory-lives-on-dream-is-over-but.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085672327217647408/posts/default/2077615309980459853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085672327217647408/posts/default/2077615309980459853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourstoryourblog.blogspot.com/2009/06/memory-lives-on-dream-is-over-but.html' title=''/><author><name>JoeLiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01049698516488639643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UhF99jRlaZQ/SmsYFIiQAwI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/IrAjt8HaoMI/S220/DSC00243.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7085672327217647408.post-4074966633598281717</id><published>2009-06-13T17:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T17:32:37.994+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>One more week to go! WHOO!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7085672327217647408-4074966633598281717?l=ourstoryourblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourstoryourblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4074966633598281717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourstoryourblog.blogspot.com/2009/06/one-more-week-to-go-whoo-joel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085672327217647408/posts/default/4074966633598281717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085672327217647408/posts/default/4074966633598281717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourstoryourblog.blogspot.com/2009/06/one-more-week-to-go-whoo-joel.html' title=''/><author><name>JoeLiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01049698516488639643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UhF99jRlaZQ/SmsYFIiQAwI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/IrAjt8HaoMI/S220/DSC00243.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7085672327217647408.post-4084224294203934974</id><published>2009-06-01T18:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T19:36:20.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I love June.&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;We love June. It beats February anytime as the most romantic month of the year. For us, that is.&lt;br /&gt;Today is the first day of June, and so Liz came down to KL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UhF99jRlaZQ/SiO7UT5rcHI/AAAAAAAAAGI/_T5xcDmvOFo/s1600-h/DSC00136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UhF99jRlaZQ/SiO7UT5rcHI/AAAAAAAAAGI/_T5xcDmvOFo/s320/DSC00136.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342319540605513842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading a music book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UhF99jRlaZQ/SiO7Ty4d_4I/AAAAAAAAAGA/B1Ya7Q4j6So/s1600-h/DSC00138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UhF99jRlaZQ/SiO7Ty4d_4I/AAAAAAAAAGA/B1Ya7Q4j6So/s320/DSC00138.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342319531742068610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who says you only read in Popular! You can take pics too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UhF99jRlaZQ/SiO7TgcUtRI/AAAAAAAAAF4/-0ddZC-_zvg/s1600-h/DSC00141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UhF99jRlaZQ/SiO7TgcUtRI/AAAAAAAAAF4/-0ddZC-_zvg/s320/DSC00141.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342319526792181010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her: This doesn't look like me!!!&lt;br /&gt;Him: You're prettier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UhF99jRlaZQ/SiO7TX_25XI/AAAAAAAAAFw/cqyeC2kCB5M/s1600-h/DSC00142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UhF99jRlaZQ/SiO7TX_25XI/AAAAAAAAAFw/cqyeC2kCB5M/s320/DSC00142.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342319524525303154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bored in Sunway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UhF99jRlaZQ/SiOzr3WaUlI/AAAAAAAAAFo/Uw2vsgGBnHg/s1600-h/DSC00147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UhF99jRlaZQ/SiOzr3WaUlI/AAAAAAAAAFo/Uw2vsgGBnHg/s320/DSC00147.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342311149165236818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Using my phone because hers was out of battery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UhF99jRlaZQ/SiOzrbc30CI/AAAAAAAAAFg/JAFerOxdXnA/s1600-h/DSC00149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UhF99jRlaZQ/SiOzrbc30CI/AAAAAAAAAFg/JAFerOxdXnA/s320/DSC00149.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342311141676142626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice effect turned out quite scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UhF99jRlaZQ/SiOzrML1GeI/AAAAAAAAAFY/NDRS9oxeAfw/s1600-h/DSC00151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UhF99jRlaZQ/SiOzrML1GeI/AAAAAAAAAFY/NDRS9oxeAfw/s320/DSC00151.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342311137578129890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lift doors as our mirror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UhF99jRlaZQ/SiOzq1OEv2I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/8t_jNWei9ZE/s1600-h/DSC00153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UhF99jRlaZQ/SiOzq1OEv2I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/8t_jNWei9ZE/s320/DSC00153.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342311131413528418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those two 'people' beside us were really irritating!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UhF99jRlaZQ/SiOzqr_1hqI/AAAAAAAAAFI/0Tr1SNY60uQ/s1600-h/DSC00155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UhF99jRlaZQ/SiOzqr_1hqI/AAAAAAAAAFI/0Tr1SNY60uQ/s320/DSC00155.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342311128937891490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is she so much taller than me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UhF99jRlaZQ/SiOyurTfeGI/AAAAAAAAAFA/1LEIe_6ZBG4/s1600-h/DSC00157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UhF99jRlaZQ/SiOyurTfeGI/AAAAAAAAAFA/1LEIe_6ZBG4/s320/DSC00157.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342310097959745634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like really. She can literally look down on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UhF99jRlaZQ/SiOyuTQ3UwI/AAAAAAAAAE4/IremXvhwOto/s1600-h/DSC00161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UhF99jRlaZQ/SiOyuTQ3UwI/AAAAAAAAAE4/IremXvhwOto/s320/DSC00161.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342310091506275074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UhF99jRlaZQ/SiOyuGMU_TI/AAAAAAAAAEw/s3HX7BpEsDA/s1600-h/DSC00159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UhF99jRlaZQ/SiOyuGMU_TI/AAAAAAAAAEw/s3HX7BpEsDA/s320/DSC00159.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342310087997586738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UhF99jRlaZQ/SiOyt9n44NI/AAAAAAAAAEo/E1CoTyDFVg0/s1600-h/DSC00162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UhF99jRlaZQ/SiOyt9n44NI/AAAAAAAAAEo/E1CoTyDFVg0/s320/DSC00162.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342310085697265874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shaky effect caused by the bumpy road, not my driving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UhF99jRlaZQ/SiOytoj7ekI/AAAAAAAAAEg/dIudweMaJ2Y/s1600-h/DSC00165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UhF99jRlaZQ/SiOytoj7ekI/AAAAAAAAAEg/dIudweMaJ2Y/s320/DSC00165.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342310080043514434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The darkness masks her sadness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end of June please come faster...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posted by,&lt;br /&gt;Joel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7085672327217647408-4084224294203934974?l=ourstoryourblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourstoryourblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4084224294203934974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourstoryourblog.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-love-june.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085672327217647408/posts/default/4084224294203934974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085672327217647408/posts/default/4084224294203934974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourstoryourblog.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-love-june.html' title=''/><author><name>JoeLiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01049698516488639643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UhF99jRlaZQ/SmsYFIiQAwI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/IrAjt8HaoMI/S220/DSC00243.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UhF99jRlaZQ/SiO7UT5rcHI/AAAAAAAAAGI/_T5xcDmvOFo/s72-c/DSC00136.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7085672327217647408.post-5502041673479913241</id><published>2009-05-15T14:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T14:49:34.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Joel:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My love for u is like the red, red rose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;That's newly sprung in June.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My love for u is like the melody&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;That's sweetly played in tune.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So deep in love am I:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And I will love thee still;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Till the seas run dry, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Till the rocks melt with the sun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And i will love thee still&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Till the fowls won't fly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7085672327217647408-5502041673479913241?l=ourstoryourblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourstoryourblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5502041673479913241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourstoryourblog.blogspot.com/2009/05/to-joel-my-love-for-u-is-like-red-red.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085672327217647408/posts/default/5502041673479913241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085672327217647408/posts/default/5502041673479913241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourstoryourblog.blogspot.com/2009/05/to-joel-my-love-for-u-is-like-red-red.html' title=''/><author><name>JoeLiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01049698516488639643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UhF99jRlaZQ/SmsYFIiQAwI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/IrAjt8HaoMI/S220/DSC00243.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7085672327217647408.post-5718875675146358005</id><published>2009-05-11T11:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T12:01:39.879+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>On the 7th Day of May, my girlfriend came to town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UhF99jRlaZQ/SgegubGU6MI/AAAAAAAAAEY/vR9V2KEsfIE/s1600-h/2918_78847075813_636530813_1796880_4509724_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UhF99jRlaZQ/SgegubGU6MI/AAAAAAAAAEY/vR9V2KEsfIE/s320/2918_78847075813_636530813_1796880_4509724_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334409003052361922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took lots of weird pics,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UhF99jRlaZQ/SgeguCEp9xI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/SE71amVNYZY/s1600-h/2918_78847070813_636530813_1796879_6767508_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UhF99jRlaZQ/SgeguCEp9xI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/SE71amVNYZY/s320/2918_78847070813_636530813_1796879_6767508_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334408996334466834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay....she took a lot of weird pics. I just look blur all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UhF99jRlaZQ/SgegthZu48I/AAAAAAAAAEI/a6iXgkY9-OA/s1600-h/2918_78847065813_636530813_1796878_7814630_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UhF99jRlaZQ/SgegthZu48I/AAAAAAAAAEI/a6iXgkY9-OA/s320/2918_78847065813_636530813_1796878_7814630_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334408987564499906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blur, but happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UhF99jRlaZQ/SgegPD04InI/AAAAAAAAAEA/SsrniCOmuns/s1600-h/2918_78846385813_636530813_1796873_2215535_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UhF99jRlaZQ/SgegPD04InI/AAAAAAAAAEA/SsrniCOmuns/s320/2918_78846385813_636530813_1796873_2215535_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334408464229212786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you look carefully at the last few pics  in order, you can see I was getting pretty tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UhF99jRlaZQ/SgegOypTAYI/AAAAAAAAAD4/cqCA83oWES0/s1600-h/2918_78846380813_636530813_1796872_2734757_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UhF99jRlaZQ/SgegOypTAYI/AAAAAAAAAD4/cqCA83oWES0/s320/2918_78846380813_636530813_1796872_2734757_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334408459617239426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until I finally fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UhF99jRlaZQ/SgegO6BDU_I/AAAAAAAAADw/HDUt57pUoOU/s1600-h/2918_78846375813_636530813_1796871_6810081_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UhF99jRlaZQ/SgegO6BDU_I/AAAAAAAAADw/HDUt57pUoOU/s320/2918_78846375813_636530813_1796871_6810081_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334408461595923442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh...I wish she was here now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UhF99jRlaZQ/SgegOTIe5II/AAAAAAAAADo/BAl30vBxUwg/s1600-h/2918_78846370813_636530813_1796870_6592754_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UhF99jRlaZQ/SgegOTIe5II/AAAAAAAAADo/BAl30vBxUwg/s320/2918_78846370813_636530813_1796870_6592754_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334408451158107266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that we can both be happy/goofy/blur together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UhF99jRlaZQ/SgegOaDLnOI/AAAAAAAAADg/R2EzqhkftUU/s1600-h/2918_78846365813_636530813_1796869_7509128_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UhF99jRlaZQ/SgegOaDLnOI/AAAAAAAAADg/R2EzqhkftUU/s320/2918_78846365813_636530813_1796869_7509128_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334408453014920418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Okay, Liz...Put down the cards slowly...&lt;br /&gt;Her: NOOOOOOOOOOO! I like your goofy face!&lt;br /&gt;Me: C'mon...it's not that bad....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come again soon Liz! I miss you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7085672327217647408-5718875675146358005?l=ourstoryourblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourstoryourblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5718875675146358005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourstoryourblog.blogspot.com/2009/05/on-7th-day-of-may-my-girlfriend-came-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085672327217647408/posts/default/5718875675146358005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085672327217647408/posts/default/5718875675146358005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourstoryourblog.blogspot.com/2009/05/on-7th-day-of-may-my-girlfriend-came-to.html' title=''/><author><name>JoeLiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01049698516488639643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UhF99jRlaZQ/SmsYFIiQAwI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/IrAjt8HaoMI/S220/DSC00243.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UhF99jRlaZQ/SgegubGU6MI/AAAAAAAAAEY/vR9V2KEsfIE/s72-c/2918_78847075813_636530813_1796880_4509724_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7085672327217647408.post-2320233572024678442</id><published>2009-04-27T20:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T21:14:29.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Y'all can SO tell this is Liz writing... i aint as deep as Joel can get and im definitely not a writer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;but anyway, jz read on...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;We &lt;em&gt;(us, meaning Joel and me...duh)&lt;/em&gt; were talking on d phone one night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;This topic about having kids came up SOMEHOW...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;And Joel started blabbering about how many kids he wants&lt;em&gt; (and i havent even said a word!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;First he's like...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;(not in exact words n i prolly made up most of it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;First he's like...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;"i like football.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Lets have a football team."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;So i said &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;"thats 11 ppl!!! i mean, kids!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Then he snickered n said he can be the manager or smthing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;He continued to say "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;OH, and ther's 11 substitutes, so thats 22kids.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I rolled my eyes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;(rbr, it was on the phone so he couldnt see me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Then he continued again saying &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;"23! plus the referee!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I rolled my eyes again thinking he must be nuts. I decided to open my mouth n start saying something before he starts wanting cheerleaders and a few audiences!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;"You must think im a baby making machine!!! hmph.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;So he said &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;"Ok, how bout futsal? Thats 7 players"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;(I forgot if he said there were any substitutes)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I said &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;"how bout badminton? thers only 2 ppl or 4 in doubles"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Then he proceeded to tell me about the teams and what nots. I didnt understand a single thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;"Ok, chess, then. Thats definitely two people,"&lt;/span&gt; i interrupted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;He said &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;"Bt i like football! and why do u keep changing?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I replied jokingly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;"Oh....maybe i should just change a husband too"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;(We're not married. Dont worry. This is just a conversation where we're going too much ahead of ourselves)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Him, scared, quickly changed his tone of voice - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;"Ok lah, i just want one boy and one girl"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;This is jz to let y'all readers know more about Joel! =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;hehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;P.S. He's still so wonderful. No one can replace him=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7085672327217647408-2320233572024678442?l=ourstoryourblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourstoryourblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2320233572024678442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourstoryourblog.blogspot.com/2009/04/yall-can-so-tell-this-is-liz-writing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085672327217647408/posts/default/2320233572024678442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085672327217647408/posts/default/2320233572024678442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourstoryourblog.blogspot.com/2009/04/yall-can-so-tell-this-is-liz-writing.html' title=''/><author><name>JoeLiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01049698516488639643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UhF99jRlaZQ/SmsYFIiQAwI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/IrAjt8HaoMI/S220/DSC00243.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7085672327217647408.post-3390036123986735581</id><published>2009-04-26T20:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T21:37:59.091+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The wonders of youth. Boundless energy, spirit and even sometimes even patience. Or the lack of it. The strength and unlimited adrenaline rush which makes us do things, which keeps us going on strong. The ability to live life at it's fullest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To live and yes, to love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Life is but a passing shadow, a poor player. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These words echo, ringing hollowly in the deep recesses of the mind. The famous playwright who wrote these very words might have felt the pain of life, the burden of living a mundane, routine life. But this same playwright wrote these lines as well,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Thou art more lovely and more temperate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Life might be mundane and boring for Shakespeare but it's definitely not for us. You are my summer's day; no, you are more than that even. There are hardly any words that could so much as describe you in your beauty, your poise, your elegance, your everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Youthfulness is short, it has a limited time span. Youth might spell freedom for some, but for us, it is merely a bond which keeps us from each other. We do not want to waste it and yet, we are forced to. But there is a day where we will no longer be governed by bonds, of school, work or the rule of parents. One day, we must move forward out out of youth and embark on a journey called life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I intend to travel the whole length of this journey with you by my side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People tell me it's impossible a deed.&lt;br /&gt;People tell me that it's merely a phase faced by all youths.&lt;br /&gt;People tell me that we're blinded by a funny thing called puppy love.&lt;br /&gt;Well, those people were wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They do not understand puppy love, as they call it. A puppy, when it is able to love, is eternally bound by love to that object of its affections. Why are dogs known as man's best friends? When a puppy is born and raised by it's owner, it only shows it's affections for it's master and no other. This is puppy love, the steadfastness and the single-minded love that goes beyond all reasoning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our love is unconditional, they should know that. But they say youth is the driving force of our affections for each other. They say that once we grow older, our feelings for each other will change. Thy say our youthfulness has blinded us.&lt;br /&gt;They can say whatever they want because I'm going to plug up my ears and just love you with all my heart and soul.&lt;br /&gt;Unconditionally and irrevocably love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're not blinded by anything. If we are, you'll be the one who blinds me with your light, shining brightly like a star in the sky. Beautiful and perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're not perfect. I know I have my faults and you have your faults as well. But we learn to tolerate each other. We learn to grow to accept each other for all our imperfections. And we look through the veil that covers everyone else's eyes to what really makes us, us. We look beyond the faults to what actually lies within us. And that is the most important thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I love you. And with every inch of my heart, I'll love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd loved you once, I'll love you now, and I'll love you forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Elizabeth.&lt;br /&gt;Because of you, I learned to love and be loved in return.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7085672327217647408-3390036123986735581?l=ourstoryourblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourstoryourblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3390036123986735581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourstoryourblog.blogspot.com/2009/04/wonders-of-youth.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085672327217647408/posts/default/3390036123986735581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085672327217647408/posts/default/3390036123986735581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourstoryourblog.blogspot.com/2009/04/wonders-of-youth.html' title=''/><author><name>JoeLiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01049698516488639643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UhF99jRlaZQ/SmsYFIiQAwI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/IrAjt8HaoMI/S220/DSC00243.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7085672327217647408.post-8723314280940833137</id><published>2009-03-28T13:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T13:26:33.219+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UhF99jRlaZQ/Sc2wxdt4iOI/AAAAAAAAACA/9CHKXJfoTkY/s1600-h/DSC03910.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UhF99jRlaZQ/Sc2wxdt4iOI/AAAAAAAAACA/9CHKXJfoTkY/s320/DSC03910.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318101098831579362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best pic we took all day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UhF99jRlaZQ/Sc2wxA7NT0I/AAAAAAAAAB4/Bn_hNk6kaWk/s1600-h/DSC03909.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UhF99jRlaZQ/Sc2wxA7NT0I/AAAAAAAAAB4/Bn_hNk6kaWk/s320/DSC03909.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318101091102838594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: Blur  Her: Pretty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UhF99jRlaZQ/Sc2wxv47S9I/AAAAAAAAACY/NRdx5p7AqIc/s1600-h/DSC03922.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UhF99jRlaZQ/Sc2wxv47S9I/AAAAAAAAACY/NRdx5p7AqIc/s320/DSC03922.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318101103709735890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UhF99jRlaZQ/Sc2wxj4HlMI/AAAAAAAAACQ/5wTJB4BSEYc/s1600-h/DSC03914.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UhF99jRlaZQ/Sc2wxj4HlMI/AAAAAAAAACQ/5wTJB4BSEYc/s320/DSC03914.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318101100485121218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice the color of our clothing? Similiar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UhF99jRlaZQ/Sc2wxR4bdzI/AAAAAAAAACI/R6nmmPlsHUk/s1600-h/DSC03913.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UhF99jRlaZQ/Sc2wxR4bdzI/AAAAAAAAACI/R6nmmPlsHUk/s320/DSC03913.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318101095654586162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him eating ice-cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UhF99jRlaZQ/Sc2x5QdtDyI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Ekr1uninrtk/s1600-h/DSC03939.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UhF99jRlaZQ/Sc2x5QdtDyI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Ekr1uninrtk/s320/DSC03939.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318102332224638754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him in the driver's seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UhF99jRlaZQ/Sc2x5ELzWaI/AAAAAAAAADI/pmlnmLf8zlY/s1600-h/DSC03938.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UhF99jRlaZQ/Sc2x5ELzWaI/AAAAAAAAADI/pmlnmLf8zlY/s320/DSC03938.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318102328928328098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the car, waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UhF99jRlaZQ/Sc2x5ZHNFFI/AAAAAAAAADY/yuPhBD5BBZA/s1600-h/DSC03932.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UhF99jRlaZQ/Sc2x5ZHNFFI/AAAAAAAAADY/yuPhBD5BBZA/s320/DSC03932.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318102334546187346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunway Pyramid, the place we went to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UhF99jRlaZQ/Sc2xfovItbI/AAAAAAAAACw/pBFsW95e9lM/s1600-h/DSC01273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UhF99jRlaZQ/Sc2xfovItbI/AAAAAAAAACw/pBFsW95e9lM/s320/DSC01273.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318101892063606194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It don't matter if we stay so far away,&lt;br /&gt;Our hands interlocked together.&lt;br /&gt;We'll brave all storms in life bravely,&lt;br /&gt;Till we can be together forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UhF99jRlaZQ/Sc2xfcuMRJI/AAAAAAAAACo/1qweQ1TXRbI/s1600-h/DSC03925.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UhF99jRlaZQ/Sc2xfcuMRJI/AAAAAAAAACo/1qweQ1TXRbI/s320/DSC03925.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318101888838419602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Distance is difficult.&lt;br /&gt;Distance is tough.&lt;br /&gt;But hand in hand,&lt;br /&gt;We'll overcome even distance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UhF99jRlaZQ/Sc2xfN_0YAI/AAAAAAAAACg/V4wv0w0RW98/s1600-h/DSC03923.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UhF99jRlaZQ/Sc2xfN_0YAI/AAAAAAAAACg/V4wv0w0RW98/s320/DSC03923.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318101884885819394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hand in hand,&lt;br /&gt;Step by step,&lt;br /&gt;We'll take a journey called life&lt;br /&gt;Just the two of us.&lt;br /&gt;Together.&lt;br /&gt;Forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7085672327217647408-8723314280940833137?l=ourstoryourblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourstoryourblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8723314280940833137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourstoryourblog.blogspot.com/2009/03/best-pic-we-took-all-day-him-blur-her.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085672327217647408/posts/default/8723314280940833137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085672327217647408/posts/default/8723314280940833137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourstoryourblog.blogspot.com/2009/03/best-pic-we-took-all-day-him-blur-her.html' title=''/><author><name>JoeLiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01049698516488639643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UhF99jRlaZQ/SmsYFIiQAwI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/IrAjt8HaoMI/S220/DSC00243.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UhF99jRlaZQ/Sc2wxdt4iOI/AAAAAAAAACA/9CHKXJfoTkY/s72-c/DSC03910.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7085672327217647408.post-8618500782275866731</id><published>2009-03-07T19:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T19:23:47.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This blog has not been updated for the longest time. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now, the him side of this blog has decided that he will step up to take the job. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I recently found heard this song and I found that it really applies to us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jason Mraz ft. Colbie Caillat- Lucky&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px; "&gt;Do you hear me? &lt;br /&gt;I'm talking to you &lt;br /&gt;Across the water &lt;br /&gt;Across the deep blue ocean &lt;br /&gt;Under the open sky &lt;br /&gt;Oh my and baby I'm trying &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy I hear you in my dreams &lt;br /&gt;I feel your whisper across the sea &lt;br /&gt;I keep you with me in my heart &lt;br /&gt;You make it easier when life gets hard &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky I'm in love with my best friend &lt;br /&gt;Lucky to have been where I have been &lt;br /&gt;Lucky to be coming home again &lt;br /&gt;Ohhhohhhohhhohhohhohhhohh &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They don't know how long it takes &lt;br /&gt;Waiting for a love like this &lt;br /&gt;Every time we say goodbye &lt;br /&gt;I wish we had one more kiss &lt;br /&gt;I wait for you, I promise you I will &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky I'm in love with my best friend &lt;br /&gt;Lucky to have been where I have been &lt;br /&gt;Lucky to be coming home again &lt;br /&gt;Lucky we're in love in every way &lt;br /&gt;Lucky to have stayed where we have stayed &lt;br /&gt;Lucky to be coming home someday.&lt;/span&gt;&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/7085672327217647408-8618500782275866731?l=ourstoryourblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourstoryourblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8618500782275866731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourstoryourblog.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-blog-has-not-been-updated-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085672327217647408/posts/default/8618500782275866731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085672327217647408/posts/default/8618500782275866731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourstoryourblog.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-blog-has-not-been-updated-for.html' title=''/><author><name>JoeLiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01049698516488639643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UhF99jRlaZQ/SmsYFIiQAwI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/IrAjt8HaoMI/S220/DSC00243.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7085672327217647408.post-4961197865868429765</id><published>2009-02-12T21:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T22:24:27.212+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Valentine's Day is coming soon. And me and Liz would like to wish all those couples out there a Happy Valentine's Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, Valentine's Day is not only for couples. Valentine's Day is for anyone and everyone. It is a time where you show love to people. And who doesn't know that we need more of that in this less than peaceful world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of course, I can't really celebrate Valentine's Day with Liz. We're separated by 2 different states. And what more, we'll both have to do school on that day. It's really tough but we'll make it through by using email or by phone. This is what we have to face. And I'm sure that both of us will be happy anyway we spend Valentine's Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, we don't need to spend Valentine's Day together. It's enough if we can even spend any days together. I'll be content.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a little prayer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dear LORD,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thank you for giving me such a great girlfriend. She's sweet, nice, caring and pretty. A plus is that she loves You too. LORD, please help me to understand her more everyday. The days we have together are scarce but it is all in Your will. You are the one who will determine our futures. I pray that Your will be done in our lives, O LORD. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank You once again for this girl that You have provided for me. In all these things I humbly pray,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7085672327217647408-4961197865868429765?l=ourstoryourblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourstoryourblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4961197865868429765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourstoryourblog.blogspot.com/2009/02/valentines-day-is-coming-soon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085672327217647408/posts/default/4961197865868429765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085672327217647408/posts/default/4961197865868429765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourstoryourblog.blogspot.com/2009/02/valentines-day-is-coming-soon.html' title=''/><author><name>JoeLiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01049698516488639643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UhF99jRlaZQ/SmsYFIiQAwI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/IrAjt8HaoMI/S220/DSC00243.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7085672327217647408.post-2796905749935890440</id><published>2009-02-09T18:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T18:25:45.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Written by Elizabeth: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So……this is the first time I’m writing here=)&lt;br /&gt;I wanna tell you about the time Joel sent me an MMS of himself!&lt;br /&gt;It was Sunday afternoon…I smsed Joel. He told me he was trying on suits.&lt;br /&gt;So of course, me being the die-hard JOEL WONG fan, I begged him to take a pic of himself and show me.&lt;br /&gt;Being the obedient boyfriend, he immediately took a pic of himself wearing the suit in the changing room.&lt;br /&gt;and WHOA, was he HOT!! HOT HOT HOT HOT HOT HOT!!! =D&lt;br /&gt;I culdnt stop staring at that pic. I was hopelessly mesmerized…..&lt;br /&gt;So help me. Joel’s hot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7085672327217647408-2796905749935890440?l=ourstoryourblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourstoryourblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2796905749935890440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourstoryourblog.blogspot.com/2009/02/normal-0-false-false-false-en-us-x-none.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085672327217647408/posts/default/2796905749935890440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085672327217647408/posts/default/2796905749935890440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourstoryourblog.blogspot.com/2009/02/normal-0-false-false-false-en-us-x-none.html' title=''/><author><name>JoeLiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01049698516488639643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UhF99jRlaZQ/SmsYFIiQAwI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/IrAjt8HaoMI/S220/DSC00243.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7085672327217647408.post-3562107998541568920</id><published>2009-02-02T10:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T10:30:54.487+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UhF99jRlaZQ/SYZZlX6A1fI/AAAAAAAAAA8/SnKGtdT6wJg/s1600-h/z153830139.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; 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It seemed like a huge chance thing. But with pictures, it is proven that we met when we were really young. 1996. Which means I was 6 years old and she was 5 years old. I guess I was the naughtiest thing to come out of BBCKL at that time. Lots of people feared the destruction that I could cause; mostly with my sharp tongue. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;So to put it simply, I wasn't a person you'd want to get to know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Fast forward a few more years. I still remember that time clearly. My parents were having a discussion about Pastor's announcement after church. Pastor had announced that a new pastor would move in to our Malacca Mission and minister there. I was still a small kid then and obviously didn't understand anything. Then my dad turned to me and said the one phrase which I remember so clearly: "I heard that this new pastor from Singapore has a daughter about your age."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And I remember smiling. A girl about my age. What fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The first Sunday (in my memory, of course) this missionary family came to our church was in 2000(?) I remember seeing HER for the first time. Love at first sight? More of infatuation. I was hopelessly smitten. And I'm not exaggerating. But, in 2000, I already began to notice people of the opposite sex. And being the ever noisy me(I was only noisy during Sunday School classes,) I didn't really go up and talk to her. Before I knew it, she was gone. The only thing I knew about her was that she now lived in Malacca and that she could play the piano really well. I was really drawn to her and soon, began to get excited as soon as I knew that she was about to visit our church. I didn't really know the feeling but to the naive me, it all didn't matter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I remember trying get closer to her every time; I would sit behind her during Sunday School singing. I still never dared to talk to her at all. How I regret that now! Then, everyone would tease me about her. Everyone being the monkeys like John and Joseph. This served to increase my fear of approaching her. I only stuck to the background, doing little things like helping her get food during group dinners or lunches. I don't think she even noticed me then!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Finally, whenever her family came down to preach at our church, she would not come. Her reason for not coming was that she had to play the piano in Malacca and that there was no-one in our church to talk to her. She felt more familiar in her own church. I remember the disappointment I felt when I didn't see her walk through the church doors. Bitter, biting deep into the heart. I felt sad that she was not present, that I could not see her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;When I was in F2, I got my own Friendster site. I was not really active in Friendster then. I remember one Sunday afternoon, I was killing time in front of the computer. I decided to go into Friendster before they deleted my profile. I think that Sunday was one of the most memorable for me. I suddenly decided to search for her profile.  I typed in her name in the search box. Only one profile came up. Her profile! I immediately clicked on her profile. I was so excited that I could find her through Friendster even though there were so many other profiles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;It took me a year and a half to muster up the courage to click the 'Add as Friend' button on her profile. Then it took me another half a year to sent her a comment (testimonial then...) I was so happy when I received a reply comment! After that, the comments were just revolved around the festive seasons and birthdays; mostly from me to her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I don't know how it all began. Maybe it was when I had my first handphone. I got her number and began to SMS her. In addition to that, we also used MSN to chat. Our relationship was purely one of friendship. She also didn't come to KL as much. There was once when I actually went down to Malacca to drop Pastor Douglas Worley. I saw her but the only thing I did was to shake her hand! Dumb dumb dumb *hits head*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Finally, December 2007. I began to SMS her more. Nearly everyday, SMSes were traded between us. Finally, on February 15th, one day after Valentine's Day, we finally met up for the first time. It was actually our first date. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Asking her to be my girlfriend was a not as difficult as I envisioned it to be. 17th February. Another day to remember too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;It's been nearly a year since we've been together. And we're still going strong. I think we've both matured in some way or another. Well fine, maybe she matured more. I'm still the mischievous little monkey. And of course, we've both learned to understand each other more. This is probably the main thing is couple-hood.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Elizabeth, this post is of course dedicated to you. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Written by him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7085672327217647408-2402967354916219157?l=ourstoryourblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourstoryourblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2402967354916219157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourstoryourblog.blogspot.com/2009/02/this-post-shall-be-dedicated-to-her.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085672327217647408/posts/default/2402967354916219157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085672327217647408/posts/default/2402967354916219157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourstoryourblog.blogspot.com/2009/02/this-post-shall-be-dedicated-to-her.html' title=''/><author><name>JoeLiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01049698516488639643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UhF99jRlaZQ/SmsYFIiQAwI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/IrAjt8HaoMI/S220/DSC00243.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7085672327217647408.post-32698987927982530</id><published>2009-02-01T21:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T21:42:43.558+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Welcome to our very own blog!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7085672327217647408-32698987927982530?l=ourstoryourblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourstoryourblog.blogspot.com/feeds/32698987927982530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourstoryourblog.blogspot.com/2009/02/welcome-to-our-very-own-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085672327217647408/posts/default/32698987927982530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085672327217647408/posts/default/32698987927982530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourstoryourblog.blogspot.com/2009/02/welcome-to-our-very-own-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>JoeLiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01049698516488639643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UhF99jRlaZQ/SmsYFIiQAwI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/IrAjt8HaoMI/S220/DSC00243.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
