<?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-5417639</id><updated>2011-04-22T09:34:06.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Another Love Story</title><subtitle type='html'>there has just got to be another love story.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherlovestory.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417639/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherlovestory.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jasmine Shanea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14762227195026220588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wGcOX92HNaA/R8Pavi0_90I/AAAAAAAAAGo/p3QmlI1TDqI/S220/shanea.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>82</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417639.post-108834532857094067</id><published>2004-06-27T21:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-11T03:36:27.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The beginning of the end</title><summary type='text'>"Call her. Where is she?" Colin asked as they sped towards the airport."No one picked up the phone," Tyler remarked."What about Alyssa? She should be there," Colin said.Tyler hesistated and Colin rolled his eyes. He did an emergency brake and both of them jolted from their seats."Why are you so afraid of calling Alyssa? I know she misses you," Colin said."How would YOU know? You're not </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherlovestory.blogspot.com/feeds/108834532857094067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417639&amp;postID=108834532857094067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417639/posts/default/108834532857094067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417639/posts/default/108834532857094067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherlovestory.blogspot.com/2004/06/beginning-of-end.html' title='The beginning of the end'/><author><name>Jasmine Shanea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14762227195026220588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wGcOX92HNaA/R8Pavi0_90I/AAAAAAAAAGo/p3QmlI1TDqI/S220/shanea.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417639.post-108834142294867383</id><published>2004-06-21T20:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-27T21:05:12.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Innocence Revealed.</title><summary type='text'>"Don't worry. Mommy is going to take care of you. We are all going to be happy. Together," Lila talked to herself. She sat up on the rail of her roof access of the condo where she stayed.Colin and Tyler raced up the stairways. Colin even slipped a few times and he had his legs bruised and bleeding."Are you alright?" Tyler asked."Forget me. Lila's in trouble," Colin said as he trudged forward.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherlovestory.blogspot.com/feeds/108834142294867383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417639&amp;postID=108834142294867383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417639/posts/default/108834142294867383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417639/posts/default/108834142294867383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherlovestory.blogspot.com/2004/06/innocence-revealed.html' title='Innocence Revealed.'/><author><name>Jasmine Shanea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14762227195026220588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wGcOX92HNaA/R8Pavi0_90I/AAAAAAAAAGo/p3QmlI1TDqI/S220/shanea.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417639.post-108833862935668281</id><published>2004-06-15T15:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-27T20:17:09.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Questions left unanswered</title><summary type='text'>"I can't do this," she said, crying."Why not? It's your chance to get what you want!""NO! It's what YOU want! You want revenge. I want him to love me!" Lila cried."Wake up lila! You have been cheated, lied and now preganant! We can win this! He is weak. It's time for us to strike!""It's not the way it should be. I can forgive him. The baby can too!""Shut up!" megan said, "walls have ears!""</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherlovestory.blogspot.com/feeds/108833862935668281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417639&amp;postID=108833862935668281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417639/posts/default/108833862935668281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417639/posts/default/108833862935668281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherlovestory.blogspot.com/2004/06/questions-left-unanswered.html' title='Questions left unanswered'/><author><name>Jasmine Shanea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14762227195026220588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wGcOX92HNaA/R8Pavi0_90I/AAAAAAAAAGo/p3QmlI1TDqI/S220/shanea.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417639.post-108833442868980836</id><published>2004-06-10T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-27T19:07:08.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1000 words left unspoken</title><summary type='text'>going to court. That was what was planned. Colin was now going crazy with the house arrest that his father placed him in. After he somehow managed to sneak out in the middle of the night to a bar to have a drink and the media spotted him and called him an irresponsible alocholic who would bring down the family business. "Fuck!" he screamed and tore the newspapers. He was so distraught. Wishing </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherlovestory.blogspot.com/feeds/108833442868980836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417639&amp;postID=108833442868980836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417639/posts/default/108833442868980836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417639/posts/default/108833442868980836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherlovestory.blogspot.com/2004/06/1000-words-left-unspoken.html' title='1000 words left unspoken'/><author><name>Jasmine Shanea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14762227195026220588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wGcOX92HNaA/R8Pavi0_90I/AAAAAAAAAGo/p3QmlI1TDqI/S220/shanea.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417639.post-108221954647684576</id><published>2004-04-18T00:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-08T21:47:39.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mind flooding questions</title><summary type='text'>colin came out of the testing room. tyler asked if everything was alright."yeah. they just need some time to analyse it," colin replied."how long?""about a week. i hope i would wait so long," colin said, tucking his hands into his pockets. he looked around the empty corridors. there were no reporters, no nosey parkers and no lila too."looking for lila?" tyler asked.colin nodded."sorry buddy</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherlovestory.blogspot.com/feeds/108221954647684576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417639&amp;postID=108221954647684576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417639/posts/default/108221954647684576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417639/posts/default/108221954647684576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherlovestory.blogspot.com/2004/04/mind-flooding-questions.html' title='Mind flooding questions'/><author><name>Jasmine Shanea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14762227195026220588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wGcOX92HNaA/R8Pavi0_90I/AAAAAAAAAGo/p3QmlI1TDqI/S220/shanea.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417639.post-108053587586917820</id><published>2004-03-29T12:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-01T22:41:55.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>going back home...</title><summary type='text'>"the plantiff is requesting a compensation of nearly 5 million dollars if Mr. Colin Tan does not want to wed her. This would include shares in the business and also monetary form," Mr. Yang, the lawyer, said as he flipped through the documents that were layed on the table.colin paced anxiously around the room. "can't we get a fucking DNA test? I'm sure i'm not the father!""calm down son. i'm </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherlovestory.blogspot.com/feeds/108053587586917820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417639&amp;postID=108053587586917820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417639/posts/default/108053587586917820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417639/posts/default/108053587586917820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherlovestory.blogspot.com/2004/03/going-back-home.html' title='going back home...'/><author><name>Jasmine Shanea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14762227195026220588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wGcOX92HNaA/R8Pavi0_90I/AAAAAAAAAGo/p3QmlI1TDqI/S220/shanea.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417639.post-108040228105675740</id><published>2004-03-27T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-29T12:35:17.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trouble Brewing</title><summary type='text'>After sending shayna's parents back to the hotel, timothy and shayna slowly walked back home. she tucked her arm around his and cuddled in with him. timothy smiled and nuzzled her."so do i make a good son-in-law?" timothy asked.shayna tilted her head up to look at timothy. she smiled, "i guess you do. just that you sometimes try too hard.""whatever do you mean?" timothy asked, puzzled.shayna </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherlovestory.blogspot.com/feeds/108040228105675740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417639&amp;postID=108040228105675740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417639/posts/default/108040228105675740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417639/posts/default/108040228105675740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherlovestory.blogspot.com/2004/03/trouble-brewing.html' title='Trouble Brewing'/><author><name>Jasmine Shanea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14762227195026220588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wGcOX92HNaA/R8Pavi0_90I/AAAAAAAAAGo/p3QmlI1TDqI/S220/shanea.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417639.post-107961354268069163</id><published>2004-03-13T20:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-18T20:42:09.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gain &amp; Loss</title><summary type='text'>alyssa ran back to the room, hoping to find tyler. however, as she entered the lift on the right to head down to the room; tyler entered the lift on the left to head down to the lobby. alyssa walked into an empty room. what was left of him was an envelope and a letter...Dearest Alyssa,Darling i know you are mad at me. you ought to be and i don't blame you for your outburst. however, you </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherlovestory.blogspot.com/feeds/107961354268069163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417639&amp;postID=107961354268069163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417639/posts/default/107961354268069163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417639/posts/default/107961354268069163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherlovestory.blogspot.com/2004/03/gain-loss.html' title='Gain &amp; Loss'/><author><name>Jasmine Shanea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14762227195026220588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wGcOX92HNaA/R8Pavi0_90I/AAAAAAAAAGo/p3QmlI1TDqI/S220/shanea.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417639.post-107846547644617368</id><published>2004-03-05T13:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-05T15:03:50.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's hard to say it...</title><summary type='text'>"timmy, i think you better go see my parents. i'll stay here with lyss for awhile," shayna suggested. timothy nodded and headed up the lift. they needed some time to talk things though."lyss what happened?"alyssa wiped her tears and then answered, "tyler and i aren't getting married. he's going back today."shayna gasped, "what? what happened?"alyssa leant back against the chair, "colin's here</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherlovestory.blogspot.com/feeds/107846547644617368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417639&amp;postID=107846547644617368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417639/posts/default/107846547644617368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417639/posts/default/107846547644617368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherlovestory.blogspot.com/2004/03/its-hard-to-say-it.html' title='It&apos;s hard to say it...'/><author><name>Jasmine Shanea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14762227195026220588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wGcOX92HNaA/R8Pavi0_90I/AAAAAAAAAGo/p3QmlI1TDqI/S220/shanea.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417639.post-107833917403066725</id><published>2004-03-04T02:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-05T02:24:40.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The rising tension</title><summary type='text'>colin packed his bags and quickly but his mind whirled like crazy. he didn't know what was going on in detail and he couldn't believe things were just going way out of plan. what was lila trying to do? was she really pregnant? what was going to happen if she really had his child and was trying to ruin his family and his company's reputation?colin needed someone to be with him now... he quicky </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherlovestory.blogspot.com/feeds/107833917403066725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417639&amp;postID=107833917403066725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417639/posts/default/107833917403066725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417639/posts/default/107833917403066725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherlovestory.blogspot.com/2004/03/rising-tension.html' title='The rising tension'/><author><name>Jasmine Shanea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14762227195026220588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wGcOX92HNaA/R8Pavi0_90I/AAAAAAAAAGo/p3QmlI1TDqI/S220/shanea.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417639.post-107781049013211594</id><published>2004-02-26T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-05T15:05:59.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>shayna unlocked the door quietly. she didn't want to wake anyone up before the sun comes up. she tried her best to tip toe up the steps and hide herself in the room. no one would know she had spent a whole night, sleeping with the enemy. just as she was about to reach her room, she noticed someone walk out of his room.he didn't look too happy. shayna knew why. his face had worried and concern </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherlovestory.blogspot.com/feeds/107781049013211594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417639&amp;postID=107781049013211594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417639/posts/default/107781049013211594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417639/posts/default/107781049013211594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherlovestory.blogspot.com/2004/02/shayna-unlocked-door-quietly.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine Shanea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14762227195026220588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wGcOX92HNaA/R8Pavi0_90I/AAAAAAAAAGo/p3QmlI1TDqI/S220/shanea.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417639.post-107691305580256627</id><published>2004-02-16T14:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-20T22:59:14.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Body To Body</title><summary type='text'>colin sat down and flicked on the television. he was beginning to doubt is shayna was ever going to make it. maybe she was just trying to make him feel good about himself by telling him all those stuff. he looked at all this planning... the flowers, the chocolates... it has all gone to waste.about twenty minutes after the appointed meeting time, colin decided it was time to give up. he didn't </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherlovestory.blogspot.com/feeds/107691305580256627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417639&amp;postID=107691305580256627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417639/posts/default/107691305580256627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417639/posts/default/107691305580256627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherlovestory.blogspot.com/2004/02/body-to-body.html' title='Body To Body'/><author><name>Jasmine Shanea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14762227195026220588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wGcOX92HNaA/R8Pavi0_90I/AAAAAAAAAGo/p3QmlI1TDqI/S220/shanea.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417639.post-107676614633416101</id><published>2004-02-14T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-14T22:33:30.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Valentine</title><summary type='text'>Shayna, Timothy and her parents walked down the streets of london as Timothy showed them the places of interest. Shayna felt happy having her family around her once again but she realised that she had been thinking about colin more. she wondered what he was doing now and she couldn't wait to see him later tonight. he called her just a few hours ago and arranging a special supper at a quiet cafe </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherlovestory.blogspot.com/feeds/107676614633416101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417639&amp;postID=107676614633416101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417639/posts/default/107676614633416101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417639/posts/default/107676614633416101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherlovestory.blogspot.com/2004/02/my-valentine.html' title='My Valentine'/><author><name>Jasmine Shanea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14762227195026220588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wGcOX92HNaA/R8Pavi0_90I/AAAAAAAAAGo/p3QmlI1TDqI/S220/shanea.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417639.post-107658841039944196</id><published>2004-02-11T20:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-12T22:30:06.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time of your life</title><summary type='text'>"where did you go honey?" Mr. Fong asked as shayna walked back into the hotel room."oh... i went to get something from my friend. it's for school," shayna lied. her faced was still a little flushed from the little incident back at the poolside."you looked a little flushed dear..." timothy said as he went over to hold her."oh... i had a drink or two with her. she was feeling a little down," </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherlovestory.blogspot.com/feeds/107658841039944196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417639&amp;postID=107658841039944196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417639/posts/default/107658841039944196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417639/posts/default/107658841039944196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherlovestory.blogspot.com/2004/02/time-of-your-life.html' title='Time of your life'/><author><name>Jasmine Shanea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14762227195026220588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wGcOX92HNaA/R8Pavi0_90I/AAAAAAAAAGo/p3QmlI1TDqI/S220/shanea.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417639.post-107642591803171892</id><published>2004-02-09T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-11T22:57:21.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The meaning of love</title><summary type='text'>shayna felt her feet backing away. she just stared at him walking towards her and all she could do was to back away."get away from me," shayna said, she felt her face turn hot."shay... please...""colin... I ... I don't wanna see you!" she answered. shayna ran out towards the poolside and colin chased after her. she stopped as she reached the edge of the pool and at that point, she was crying. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherlovestory.blogspot.com/feeds/107642591803171892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417639&amp;postID=107642591803171892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417639/posts/default/107642591803171892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417639/posts/default/107642591803171892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherlovestory.blogspot.com/2004/02/meaning-of-love.html' title='The meaning of love'/><author><name>Jasmine Shanea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14762227195026220588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wGcOX92HNaA/R8Pavi0_90I/AAAAAAAAAGo/p3QmlI1TDqI/S220/shanea.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417639.post-107642074393730781</id><published>2004-02-06T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-10T23:03:59.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Away From Home</title><summary type='text'>"come on..." shayna said, tugging at timothy's hand as she raced through the crowds in the airport. she was so excited and couldn't wait to set her eyes on her parents."i'm running as fast as i can honey," timothy said, trying to catch up."what happened to all those hours in the gym?" shayna laughed."i think i need to go back for more," timothy replied.finally, they arrived at the gate. the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherlovestory.blogspot.com/feeds/107642074393730781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417639&amp;postID=107642074393730781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417639/posts/default/107642074393730781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417639/posts/default/107642074393730781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherlovestory.blogspot.com/2004/02/home-away-from-home.html' title='Home Away From Home'/><author><name>Jasmine Shanea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14762227195026220588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wGcOX92HNaA/R8Pavi0_90I/AAAAAAAAAGo/p3QmlI1TDqI/S220/shanea.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417639.post-107634262441037920</id><published>2004-02-04T00:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-10T00:20:22.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Off to London</title><summary type='text'>"hi uncle and auntie," alyssa greeted as he happpy couple met shayna's parents in the airport."alyssa! thank god you're here. we have trouble finding the check in counter," mrs fong said, passing alyssa the tickets."don't you worry auntie. i'll get our tickets settled," she replied. mrs. fong smiled back at her."why don't i take both of you to eat something at the restaurant over there? dear, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherlovestory.blogspot.com/feeds/107634262441037920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417639&amp;postID=107634262441037920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417639/posts/default/107634262441037920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417639/posts/default/107634262441037920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherlovestory.blogspot.com/2004/02/off-to-london.html' title='Off to London'/><author><name>Jasmine Shanea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14762227195026220588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wGcOX92HNaA/R8Pavi0_90I/AAAAAAAAAGo/p3QmlI1TDqI/S220/shanea.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417639.post-107625315739404552</id><published>2004-02-02T11:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-09T00:40:39.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Back...</title><summary type='text'>"there! all done!" colby said proudly; displaying the finished product to colin., "is it nice?"colin smiled and lifted his brother and placed him on his lap."it's beautiful. she'll like it," colin commented."remember to give it to her alright?""i will. it's past your bedtime. let me out you to bed," colin said, carrying his brother to his room."please remember to give it to her," colby say </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherlovestory.blogspot.com/feeds/107625315739404552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417639&amp;postID=107625315739404552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417639/posts/default/107625315739404552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417639/posts/default/107625315739404552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherlovestory.blogspot.com/2004/02/getting-back.html' title='Getting Back...'/><author><name>Jasmine Shanea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14762227195026220588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wGcOX92HNaA/R8Pavi0_90I/AAAAAAAAAGo/p3QmlI1TDqI/S220/shanea.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417639.post-107534105890277797</id><published>2004-01-29T09:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-05T10:22:34.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Smiling Faces</title><summary type='text'>Colin sat down opposite tyler, who was beaming and smiling to himself. Colin frowned. not knowing what his best friend had up his sleeves. "So.... how are you?" tyler said, still beaming, but he's obviously taking Colin for a ride."Just cut the crap Ty. tell me what you have to tell me. i'm busy you know," Colin retorted."alright alright. i can see that you know i have good news for you." </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherlovestory.blogspot.com/feeds/107534105890277797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417639&amp;postID=107534105890277797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417639/posts/default/107534105890277797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417639/posts/default/107534105890277797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherlovestory.blogspot.com/2004/01/smiling-faces.html' title='A Smiling Faces'/><author><name>Jasmine Shanea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14762227195026220588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wGcOX92HNaA/R8Pavi0_90I/AAAAAAAAAGo/p3QmlI1TDqI/S220/shanea.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417639.post-107413279931734402</id><published>2004-01-15T10:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-16T21:35:05.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Night to Remember...</title><summary type='text'>Life in London. not exactly what Shayna loved but she was getting used to the fact that she was living with her every caring boyfriend and she was studying a course that she enjoys. She has great friends like Kya and Kelly who always made her laugh and share great times in the university with. However, this week was especially special because her parents would be coming down to London to see her,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherlovestory.blogspot.com/feeds/107413279931734402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417639&amp;postID=107413279931734402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417639/posts/default/107413279931734402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417639/posts/default/107413279931734402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherlovestory.blogspot.com/2004/01/night-to-remember.html' title='Night to Remember...'/><author><name>Jasmine Shanea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14762227195026220588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wGcOX92HNaA/R8Pavi0_90I/AAAAAAAAAGo/p3QmlI1TDqI/S220/shanea.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417639.post-107314519810587854</id><published>2004-01-03T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-05T16:56:35.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>P.A.R.T.Y.</title><summary type='text'>"hi colin. it's nice to see you again," one of colin's business associates shook his hand. colin smiled and greeted him back, trying his best to be happy and of course friendly. lila, dressed to kill, held onto his left arm and looked like his dutiful girlfriend. after a while of talking about some business deals that went well this past year, the associate turn to look at lila."this must be </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherlovestory.blogspot.com/feeds/107314519810587854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417639&amp;postID=107314519810587854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417639/posts/default/107314519810587854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417639/posts/default/107314519810587854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherlovestory.blogspot.com/2004/01/party.html' title='P.A.R.T.Y.'/><author><name>Jasmine Shanea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14762227195026220588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wGcOX92HNaA/R8Pavi0_90I/AAAAAAAAAGo/p3QmlI1TDqI/S220/shanea.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417639.post-107301993879204706</id><published>2004-01-02T13:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-02T14:27:37.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>7 Days Makes All The Difference</title><summary type='text'>the annual company function. colin always liked attending fucntions, especially those that glorified his name and he would be the VIP there. Since the day he joined his father's company, colin would always take different women to them, every year was like this until the staff of the whole company wouldn't expect him to see the same girl in consecutive years. "so, who are you bringing to the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherlovestory.blogspot.com/feeds/107301993879204706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417639&amp;postID=107301993879204706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417639/posts/default/107301993879204706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417639/posts/default/107301993879204706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherlovestory.blogspot.com/2004/01/7-days-makes-all-difference.html' title='7 Days Makes All The Difference'/><author><name>Jasmine Shanea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14762227195026220588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wGcOX92HNaA/R8Pavi0_90I/AAAAAAAAAGo/p3QmlI1TDqI/S220/shanea.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417639.post-107297680303366110</id><published>2004-01-01T12:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-02T01:30:11.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Smile Always Helps.</title><summary type='text'>the campus was gorgeous. it was very big and none like those back home. everyone was just bustling away, checking for their timetables, buying books, talking to old friends and lecturers. it was a sight to behold for shayna."this is so cool," shayna said as she looked through her timetable. she hadn't been this excited since she started working as a counsellor."i'm glad you like the school," </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherlovestory.blogspot.com/feeds/107297680303366110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417639&amp;postID=107297680303366110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417639/posts/default/107297680303366110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417639/posts/default/107297680303366110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherlovestory.blogspot.com/2004/01/smile-always-helps.html' title='A Smile Always Helps.'/><author><name>Jasmine Shanea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14762227195026220588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wGcOX92HNaA/R8Pavi0_90I/AAAAAAAAAGo/p3QmlI1TDqI/S220/shanea.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417639.post-107290034455280755</id><published>2003-12-29T15:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-01T04:59:10.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Surprises</title><summary type='text'>the next morning, tammy was already wide awake and sitting at the counter with her daily dose of fashion magazines right in front of her. she propped her thin legs onto the seat beside her and lazed there, awaiting breakfast to be served."my my... tammy leong awake before nine? that's a first," timothy said as he walked into the kitchen. tammy placed her magazine down and stared at her brother.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherlovestory.blogspot.com/feeds/107290034455280755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417639&amp;postID=107290034455280755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417639/posts/default/107290034455280755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417639/posts/default/107290034455280755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherlovestory.blogspot.com/2003/12/surprises.html' title='Surprises'/><author><name>Jasmine Shanea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14762227195026220588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' 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href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417639&amp;postID=107278452719253090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417639/posts/default/107278452719253090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417639/posts/default/107278452719253090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherlovestory.blogspot.com/2003/12/tough-day.html' title='A Tough Day'/><author><name>Jasmine Shanea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14762227195026220588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wGcOX92HNaA/R8Pavi0_90I/AAAAAAAAAGo/p3QmlI1TDqI/S220/shanea.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417639.post-107209883092653532</id><published>2003-12-19T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-22T21:28:14.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're Right</title><summary type='text'>"what the hell do you think you are doing?!" tyler said, almost choking on his coffee when colin told him everything about lila, "you know you'd be the death of me!""that's why i'm in a fix now!" colin said, burying his head into his hands. he felt so humiliated and regretful. never once did he sleep with someone and feel so bad."what made you think some otehr girl could replace shayna like </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherlovestory.blogspot.com/feeds/107209883092653532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417639&amp;postID=107206045200905205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417639/posts/default/107206045200905205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417639/posts/default/107206045200905205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherlovestory.blogspot.com/2003/12/inhibitions.html' title='Inhibitions'/><author><name>Jasmine Shanea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14762227195026220588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wGcOX92HNaA/R8Pavi0_90I/AAAAAAAAAGo/p3QmlI1TDqI/S220/shanea.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417639.post-107161115673431512</id><published>2003-12-15T17:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-17T05:55:45.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Realisations?</title><summary type='text'>the plane arrived at the airport. shayna was getting really excited now. she was finally in london! she gripped timothy's hand as she watched the plane land."gosh i'm in london," she said."believe it," timothy replied, kissing her on the cheek."wow. everything looks so different here.""get used to it dear. you're gonna spend a couple of years here."shayna smiled back at timothy and returned </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherlovestory.blogspot.com/feeds/107161115673431512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417639&amp;postID=107161115673431512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417639/posts/default/107161115673431512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417639/posts/default/107161115673431512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherlovestory.blogspot.com/2003/12/realisations.html' title='Realisations?'/><author><name>Jasmine Shanea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14762227195026220588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wGcOX92HNaA/R8Pavi0_90I/AAAAAAAAAGo/p3QmlI1TDqI/S220/shanea.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417639.post-107160715697223591</id><published>2003-12-14T16:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-17T05:17:25.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Questions &amp; New Experiences</title><summary type='text'>shayna stared out into the clear skies outside the window. she placed her hand on the screen. it felt cold. she imagined what would happen if she were outside of the aeroplane instead of being inside. timothy was reading newspapers: London Daily, The Sun and even USA Today. Shayan was just bored. she had flipped through the inflight entertainment catalog. Love Actually and Matrix Reloaded were </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherlovestory.blogspot.com/feeds/107160715697223591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417639&amp;postID=107160715697223591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417639/posts/default/107160715697223591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417639/posts/default/107160715697223591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherlovestory.blogspot.com/2003/12/questions-new-experiences.html' title='Questions &amp; New Experiences'/><author><name>Jasmine Shanea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14762227195026220588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wGcOX92HNaA/R8Pavi0_90I/AAAAAAAAAGo/p3QmlI1TDqI/S220/shanea.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417639.post-107121580202860742</id><published>2003-12-12T15:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-12T17:11:29.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Came Too Late...</title><summary type='text'>"colin!" Mr. Tan said as he walked into Colin's office without knocking."yes dad?""what is it with you? you misplaced the two zero's here! you know what a loss we could make if this hadn't gone through checking?!" Mr. tan said, throwing him the proposal. Colin browsed through and reaslied his mistake."i'm sorry dad... I'll fix this..." colin said, trying to find the file in his computer."no </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherlovestory.blogspot.com/feeds/107121580202860742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417639&amp;postID=107121580202860742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417639/posts/default/107121580202860742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417639/posts/default/107121580202860742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherlovestory.blogspot.com/2003/12/came-too-late.html' title='Came Too Late...'/><author><name>Jasmine Shanea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14762227195026220588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wGcOX92HNaA/R8Pavi0_90I/AAAAAAAAAGo/p3QmlI1TDqI/S220/shanea.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417639.post-107116399854821405</id><published>2003-12-11T01:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-12T03:13:45.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>He Realises.</title><summary type='text'>after lunch, lila made colin play some pool with her. he didn't really want to but since she was his new friend, he obliged. "lighten up," lila said, kissing him on the cheek. colin didn't like it at all. he didn't know why. in the past when pretty girls like lila kisses him, he would smile but this time his face was as bleak as the dark clouds on a rainy day. just at that moment, his phone rang</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherlovestory.blogspot.com/feeds/107116399854821405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417639&amp;postID=107116399854821405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417639/posts/default/107116399854821405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417639/posts/default/107116399854821405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherlovestory.blogspot.com/2003/12/he-realises.html' title='He Realises.'/><author><name>Jasmine Shanea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14762227195026220588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wGcOX92HNaA/R8Pavi0_90I/AAAAAAAAAGo/p3QmlI1TDqI/S220/shanea.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417639.post-107099066273767440</id><published>2003-12-10T01:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-12T00:38:56.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shayna Gets Attached... to Timothy.</title><summary type='text'>"would next friday be alright with both of you?" the counter staff asked. shayna and timothy looked at each other. timothy smiled and shayna forced hers."yes. that would be good," timothy said to the staff before she disappeared back into the small room to process their tickets. shayna didn't really feel good about booking the tickets now and leaving in exactly a week's time."are you alright?" </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherlovestory.blogspot.com/feeds/107099066273767440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417639&amp;postID=107099066273767440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417639/posts/default/107099066273767440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417639/posts/default/107099066273767440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherlovestory.blogspot.com/2003/12/shayna-gets-attached-to-timothy.html' title='Shayna Gets Attached... to Timothy.'/><author><name>Jasmine Shanea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14762227195026220588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wGcOX92HNaA/R8Pavi0_90I/AAAAAAAAAGo/p3QmlI1TDqI/S220/shanea.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417639.post-107098736782872373</id><published>2003-12-09T21:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-12T01:03:17.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Decisions.</title><summary type='text'>"hey shayna! wanna meet for lunch?" alyssa called."yeah i think we should i need to talk to you about something.""alright. we can talk during lunch. it's been very long since we have talked, haven't you realised?" alyssa commented."i guess.. you want me to meet at your workplace?""i was thinking we could go to this japanese restaurant near the hospital, you know that very famous one at the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherlovestory.blogspot.com/feeds/107098736782872373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417639&amp;postID=107098736782872373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417639/posts/default/107098736782872373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417639/posts/default/107098736782872373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherlovestory.blogspot.com/2003/12/decisions.html' title='Decisions.'/><author><name>Jasmine Shanea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14762227195026220588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wGcOX92HNaA/R8Pavi0_90I/AAAAAAAAAGo/p3QmlI1TDqI/S220/shanea.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417639.post-107087652593771405</id><published>2003-12-08T17:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-12T01:04:06.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfect Way To Fall In &amp; Out Of Love</title><summary type='text'>timothy drove her to the beach. it was the perfect evening to catch the sunset. timothy parked right where the breakwaters were."want to go up there?" timothy asked shayna, pointing to the breakwater."not really," shayna spat."come on. let's go see the sunset!" timothy said, getting out of the driver's seat and opening the door for shayna."i don't want to go," shayna said. timothy sighed as </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherlovestory.blogspot.com/feeds/107087652593771405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417639&amp;postID=107087652593771405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417639/posts/default/107087652593771405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417639/posts/default/107087652593771405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherlovestory.blogspot.com/2003/12/perfect-way-to-fall-in-out-of-love.html' title='Perfect Way To Fall In &amp; Out Of Love'/><author><name>Jasmine Shanea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14762227195026220588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wGcOX92HNaA/R8Pavi0_90I/AAAAAAAAAGo/p3QmlI1TDqI/S220/shanea.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417639.post-107086936941351016</id><published>2003-12-07T20:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-12T01:04:38.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Week Later...</title><summary type='text'>colin had just finished up with one of his latest proposal to one of the important businessmen in China, Mr. Yeow. He was the important figure to allow Colin's company to expand into bigger markets like China. Colin looked through his proposal and smiled to himself. though he had a terrible week thinking about Shayna and feeling both upset and angry about it, this proposal was the best thing that</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherlovestory.blogspot.com/feeds/107086936941351016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417639&amp;postID=107086936941351016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417639/posts/default/107086936941351016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417639/posts/default/107086936941351016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherlovestory.blogspot.com/2003/12/week-later.html' title='A Week Later...'/><author><name>Jasmine Shanea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14762227195026220588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wGcOX92HNaA/R8Pavi0_90I/AAAAAAAAAGo/p3QmlI1TDqI/S220/shanea.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417639.post-107086565240503189</id><published>2003-12-06T16:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-12T01:05:35.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Parents &amp; Problems</title><summary type='text'>"nothing really," timothy said, avoiding the question. tho he wanted to tell her about his feelings but somehow he could not say it out."well, whenever you're ready timmy," shayna said, patting him on the thigh., "let's go eat.""you know, you're the only person that i let get away with calling me timmy," timothy said."i'm that special huh?" shayna said with a smirk."you wouldn't know how </summary><link rel='replies' 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src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wGcOX92HNaA/R8Pavi0_90I/AAAAAAAAAGo/p3QmlI1TDqI/S220/shanea.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417639.post-107067989980721170</id><published>2003-12-05T11:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-12T01:06:11.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Boys Meet</title><summary type='text'>colin didn't know how to respond. he just stood there stunned for a while. then lila interupted that awkward moment."sorry but Dr. Chong is ready to see you," she said to Colin."thanks lila. see you around shayna," colin spat before walking away with colby. shayna watched as they left. colby's longing eyes were upon her but colin kept making him walk away from her. she didn't even have the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherlovestory.blogspot.com/feeds/107067989980721170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417639&amp;postID=107067989980721170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417639/posts/default/107067989980721170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417639/posts/default/107067989980721170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherlovestory.blogspot.com/2003/12/boys-meet.html' title='The Boys Meet'/><author><name>Jasmine Shanea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14762227195026220588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' 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href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417639&amp;postID=107053057813544819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417639/posts/default/107053057813544819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417639/posts/default/107053057813544819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherlovestory.blogspot.com/2003/12/in-touch-with-thyself.html' title='In Touch With Thyself...'/><author><name>Jasmine Shanea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14762227195026220588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' 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src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wGcOX92HNaA/R8Pavi0_90I/AAAAAAAAAGo/p3QmlI1TDqI/S220/shanea.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417639.post-107039912403732820</id><published>2003-12-02T17:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-12T01:09:02.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Fresh Start?</title><summary type='text'>afternoons were the busiest times at the office for colin. his staff usually are more perked up after they had their fill of food and drinks. that would mean that production rates and more meetings for him. after his own lunch, colin did feel a little better, knowing that his best friend was still going to support him even though he might have his own things to worry about. however, that didn't </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherlovestory.blogspot.com/feeds/107039912403732820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417639&amp;postID=107039912403732820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417639/posts/default/107039912403732820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417639/posts/default/107039912403732820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherlovestory.blogspot.com/2003/12/fresh-start.html' title='A Fresh Start?'/><author><name>Jasmine Shanea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14762227195026220588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wGcOX92HNaA/R8Pavi0_90I/AAAAAAAAAGo/p3QmlI1TDqI/S220/shanea.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417639.post-107039681177195679</id><published>2003-12-01T16:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-12T01:09:39.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All Boys Occassion</title><summary type='text'>colin didn't feel like going for lunch. he was really sick and tired of eating. besides, he had work to do in the office and having time to let his mind rest would mean thinking about megan and shayna again. this time he was in deep shit. megan is going to live less than a mile away from him and shayna was miles and acres away from him. why can't the both of them switch places? that would help. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherlovestory.blogspot.com/feeds/107039681177195679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wGcOX92HNaA/R8Pavi0_90I/AAAAAAAAAGo/p3QmlI1TDqI/S220/shanea.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417639.post-107033797891565792</id><published>2003-11-30T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-12T01:10:26.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shayna &amp; The New Boy On The Block</title><summary type='text'>"come ryan. you have to eat something if not you are not going to be better," shayna said, lifting the spoon towards ryan's mouth."i don't want it! it taste yucky! i want to eat pizza and fries!" ryan complained."if you do not get better, how can you eat pizza and fries? shayna jie promise you when you get better i will bring you some fries and pizza.""no i want it now!" ryan said, throwing a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherlovestory.blogspot.com/feeds/107033797891565792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wGcOX92HNaA/R8Pavi0_90I/AAAAAAAAAGo/p3QmlI1TDqI/S220/shanea.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417639.post-107008930917521665</id><published>2003-11-28T21:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-12T01:11:38.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Re-appearance of Megan...</title><summary type='text'>"Not going out tonight with Colin?" Mrs. Fong asked."Please mom. Stop it. You have been teasing me about that since I brought him home," Shayna said, bringing the newspaper down from her face."You brought him home, girl?" Mr. Fong asked."Yes papa. Sorry I didn't tell you earlier. I thought mom might have said something about it," Shayna said."Oh yes she did. She said many things," Mr. Fong </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherlovestory.blogspot.com/feeds/107008930917521665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417639&amp;postID=107008930917521665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417639/posts/default/107008930917521665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417639/posts/default/107008930917521665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherlovestory.blogspot.com/2003/11/re-appearance-of-megan.html' title='Re-appearance of Megan...'/><author><name>Jasmine Shanea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14762227195026220588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wGcOX92HNaA/R8Pavi0_90I/AAAAAAAAAGo/p3QmlI1TDqI/S220/shanea.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417639.post-107008847244593433</id><published>2003-11-27T20:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-12T01:12:29.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Brother Duties</title><summary type='text'>After work, Colin started to pack up to return home and rest. He had not been resting properly and his eye bags were showing. He needs to go home and sleep. Somehow his work has helped him get over the fact that he and Shayna needs space to develop their careers before having anything to do with their relationship. After he has made his father proud in the job, then maybe he would think of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherlovestory.blogspot.com/feeds/107008847244593433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417639&amp;postID=107008847244593433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417639/posts/default/107008847244593433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417639/posts/default/107008847244593433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherlovestory.blogspot.com/2003/11/big-brother-duties.html' title='Big Brother Duties'/><author><name>Jasmine Shanea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14762227195026220588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wGcOX92HNaA/R8Pavi0_90I/AAAAAAAAAGo/p3QmlI1TDqI/S220/shanea.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417639.post-106991843192415594</id><published>2003-11-26T19:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-12T01:13:35.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends or Foes?</title><summary type='text'>megan sat in the house thinking of something to do while Zoe went out with Mark for a while. she was dead bored. she still had to go to the pub with Zoe later on. no matte rhow much she doesn't want to go she still has to. her best friend is doing something good for her and she should appreciate that. megan ruummaged around the house to find something to do. she pulled out tons of magazines to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherlovestory.blogspot.com/feeds/106991843192415594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417639&amp;postID=106991843192415594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417639/posts/default/106991843192415594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417639/posts/default/106991843192415594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherlovestory.blogspot.com/2003/11/friends-or-foes.html' title='Friends or Foes?'/><author><name>Jasmine Shanea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14762227195026220588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wGcOX92HNaA/R8Pavi0_90I/AAAAAAAAAGo/p3QmlI1TDqI/S220/shanea.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417639.post-106976007240778265</id><published>2003-11-25T19:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-12T01:14:43.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Picnic With Lovers And Friends</title><summary type='text'>alyssa and tyler at underneath a big tree feasting on the food while colin mixed the cocktail together. shayna was hapily playing soccer with colby."colby's health has improved so much. i can hardly recognise him from the army days. he used to be so pale and lifeless. now he's just like any young kid, playing and laughing."yeah i'm glad he's like this now. so happy. i owe it all to shayna who </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherlovestory.blogspot.com/feeds/106976007240778265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417639&amp;postID=106976007240778265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417639/posts/default/106976007240778265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417639/posts/default/106976007240778265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherlovestory.blogspot.com/2003/11/picnic-with-lovers-and-friends.html' title='Picnic With Lovers And Friends'/><author><name>Jasmine Shanea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14762227195026220588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wGcOX92HNaA/R8Pavi0_90I/AAAAAAAAAGo/p3QmlI1TDqI/S220/shanea.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417639.post-106967904576171214</id><published>2003-11-24T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-12T01:15:44.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Week Later... &amp; A Few More Days</title><summary type='text'>Shayna was lying on her bed that Sunday morning not knowing what to do. she tossed and turned, smelling her sheets. they still faintly smelt of colin. she thought of the night where they talked, kissed and laughed on this same bed. as she closed her eyes, she can still feel him kissing her. god! she needed to wash these sheets today or she'll continue thinking about him. she immediately picked up</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherlovestory.blogspot.com/feeds/106967904576171214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417639&amp;postID=106967904576171214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417639/posts/default/106967904576171214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417639/posts/default/106967904576171214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherlovestory.blogspot.com/2003/11/week-later-few-more-days.html' title='A Week Later... &amp; A Few More Days'/><author><name>Jasmine Shanea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14762227195026220588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wGcOX92HNaA/R8Pavi0_90I/AAAAAAAAAGo/p3QmlI1TDqI/S220/shanea.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417639.post-106967505290075192</id><published>2003-11-23T19:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-12T01:16:03.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shall We Be... Friends?</title><summary type='text'>colin sat across shayna at the cafe. he was leaning back against the seat, trying to piece up his proper script to say to shayna. meanwhile shayna just fiddled with her spaghetti, tossed and turned it around. it almost looked like the state of her heart.after a few moments of silence, colin gently touched shayna's hand and stroked it a little. that made the both of them tickled in their hearts.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherlovestory.blogspot.com/feeds/106967505290075192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417639&amp;postID=106967505290075192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417639/posts/default/106967505290075192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417639/posts/default/106967505290075192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherlovestory.blogspot.com/2003/11/shall-we-be-friends.html' title='Shall We Be... Friends?'/><author><name>Jasmine Shanea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14762227195026220588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wGcOX92HNaA/R8Pavi0_90I/AAAAAAAAAGo/p3QmlI1TDqI/S220/shanea.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417639.post-106952001365142917</id><published>2003-11-22T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-12T01:16:39.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rebounding Woes</title><summary type='text'>megan left colin's house the next morning with her bags. she's been crying the whole night, her eyebags said it all. she just pulled her hair back into a loose ponytail and she wore just a tee and jeans. nothing like the megan who was all successful and happy in the past. she looked around colin's apartment for the last time, teary eyed. she could just imagine how colin would tease her in front </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherlovestory.blogspot.com/feeds/106952001365142917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417639&amp;postID=106952001365142917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417639/posts/default/106952001365142917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417639/posts/default/106952001365142917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherlovestory.blogspot.com/2003/11/rebounding-woes.html' title='Rebounding Woes'/><author><name>Jasmine Shanea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14762227195026220588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wGcOX92HNaA/R8Pavi0_90I/AAAAAAAAAGo/p3QmlI1TDqI/S220/shanea.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417639.post-106939111242028735</id><published>2003-11-21T13:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-12T01:17:02.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends Are Always There...</title><summary type='text'>colin rang the doorbell. he hoped someone was home and that he would not be just sent back to megan. well, it was his last hope or he would sleep on the streets."hey! whassup with you? and that bag?" tyler asked."i left megan. so i needed to get some air," colin said."well, come in then. this bachelor's pad can hold another bachelor," tyler joked.tyler passed colin a glass of rum and some </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherlovestory.blogspot.com/feeds/106939111242028735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417639&amp;postID=106939111242028735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417639/posts/default/106939111242028735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417639/posts/default/106939111242028735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherlovestory.blogspot.com/2003/11/friends-are-always-there.html' title='Friends Are Always There...'/><author><name>Jasmine Shanea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14762227195026220588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wGcOX92HNaA/R8Pavi0_90I/AAAAAAAAAGo/p3QmlI1TDqI/S220/shanea.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417639.post-106926434641436528</id><published>2003-11-20T01:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-12T01:17:24.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Make-up &amp; Break-up</title><summary type='text'>at the ice cream parlour, colby was happily gorging down ice cream while shayna and colin snuggled up on a sofa, his arm around her shoulder, sharing a latte together."my parents want you to come down for a dinner this weekend. i want them to get to know the special girl in my life," colin commented.shayna was shocked. not that meeting his parents again was freaky but the fact that he was still</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherlovestory.blogspot.com/feeds/106926434641436528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417639&amp;postID=106926434641436528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417639/posts/default/106926434641436528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417639/posts/default/106926434641436528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherlovestory.blogspot.com/2003/11/make-up-break-up.html' title='Make-up &amp; Break-up'/><author><name>Jasmine Shanea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14762227195026220588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wGcOX92HNaA/R8Pavi0_90I/AAAAAAAAAGo/p3QmlI1TDqI/S220/shanea.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417639.post-106926100860194446</id><published>2003-11-19T12:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-12T01:17:49.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lila, The New Nurse</title><summary type='text'>"i don't want to see the doctor," colby whined."colby. be good. you know you have to get yourself checked up since you are doing sports in school and doing strenuous activities," colin explained."but they make me take injections and everything yucky," colby complained."go for your check up and you can see shayna jie there too. then we can go grab some ice cream after that. what do you think?"</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherlovestory.blogspot.com/feeds/106926100860194446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417639&amp;postID=106926100860194446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417639/posts/default/106926100860194446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417639/posts/default/106926100860194446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherlovestory.blogspot.com/2003/11/lila-new-nurse.html' title='Lila, The New Nurse'/><author><name>Jasmine Shanea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14762227195026220588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wGcOX92HNaA/R8Pavi0_90I/AAAAAAAAAGo/p3QmlI1TDqI/S220/shanea.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417639.post-106908662405763631</id><published>2003-11-18T00:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-12T01:18:16.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Working Life</title><summary type='text'>"adreline, please get me those files on FullCorp," colin called over his speaker phone."Mr. Haans on line three," adreline called back."ah yes Mr Haans, yes i have your proposal done up and when you are ready to come down it will be here waiting for you. no don't worry. i'll be here to explain everything to you. any problems, you just come find me. colin tan.. ok? thank you. bye," colin spoke </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherlovestory.blogspot.com/feeds/106908662405763631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417639&amp;postID=106908662405763631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417639/posts/default/106908662405763631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417639/posts/default/106908662405763631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherlovestory.blogspot.com/2003/11/working-life.html' title='Working Life'/><author><name>Jasmine Shanea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14762227195026220588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wGcOX92HNaA/R8Pavi0_90I/AAAAAAAAAGo/p3QmlI1TDqI/S220/shanea.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417639.post-106905342556311172</id><published>2003-11-17T15:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-12T01:18:54.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet The Parent... Friends Forever</title><summary type='text'>"hi mrs. fong," colin said, trying not to sound sheepish, "i'm colin tan.""come, sit down and have breakfast," mrs. fong said, not kowing what else to do when her daughter comes out of the bedroom with a boy."would you like coffee or tea?" mrs. fong asked as she served colin some sandwiches."coffee would do fine. thank you," colin said, shayna was just standing happily behind him."ok. shayna,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherlovestory.blogspot.com/feeds/106905342556311172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417639&amp;postID=106905342556311172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417639/posts/default/106905342556311172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417639/posts/default/106905342556311172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherlovestory.blogspot.com/2003/11/meet-parent-friends-forever.html' title='Meet The Parent... Friends Forever'/><author><name>Jasmine Shanea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14762227195026220588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wGcOX92HNaA/R8Pavi0_90I/AAAAAAAAAGo/p3QmlI1TDqI/S220/shanea.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417639.post-106898936882357805</id><published>2003-11-16T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-12T01:19:15.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Waking Up Beside Each Other</title><summary type='text'>colin stood up and headed for the shower. at least shayna had a shower of her own."you might want to use this," shayna said, throwing him a nice fresh towel."thanks. anyway i think you should be doing something else than watching me shower from your bed," colin commented as he took of his shirt to reveal toned abs that made shayna melt."and what is that?" shayna asked."maybe you should give </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherlovestory.blogspot.com/feeds/106898936882357805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417639&amp;postID=106898936882357805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417639/posts/default/106898936882357805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417639/posts/default/106898936882357805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherlovestory.blogspot.com/2003/11/waking-up-beside-each-other.html' title='Waking Up Beside Each Other'/><author><name>Jasmine Shanea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14762227195026220588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wGcOX92HNaA/R8Pavi0_90I/AAAAAAAAAGo/p3QmlI1TDqI/S220/shanea.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417639.post-106898127016266167</id><published>2003-11-15T20:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-12T01:19:52.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Man's Love Is Another's Lonliness</title><summary type='text'>megan lay on the bed alone. she has been trying her best to let colin have his own life outside of her. but she was not used to it. she was suffering from cold turkey. she had to see him and with him not coming home almost every other night is worrying. could he be with shayna or with other women? megan's mind just travelled to outer space and back.she evied her own life. her boyfriend was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherlovestory.blogspot.com/feeds/106898127016266167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417639&amp;postID=106898127016266167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417639/posts/default/106898127016266167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417639/posts/default/106898127016266167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherlovestory.blogspot.com/2003/11/one-mans-love-is-anothers-lonliness.html' title='One Man&apos;s Love Is Another&apos;s Lonliness'/><author><name>Jasmine Shanea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14762227195026220588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wGcOX92HNaA/R8Pavi0_90I/AAAAAAAAAGo/p3QmlI1TDqI/S220/shanea.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417639.post-106897803536569272</id><published>2003-11-14T20:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-12T01:20:29.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Daring Move</title><summary type='text'>"this is me," shayna said, leaning against her main gate and facing colin. she was giggling like a schoolgirl who was just out on her first date. she never imagine she would behave like this but she was."very nice. it's the first time i'm officially sending you home," colin said, brushing her hair back and leaning close for another kiss.at the back of shayna's mind, she knew they should stop </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherlovestory.blogspot.com/feeds/106897803536569272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417639&amp;postID=106897803536569272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417639/posts/default/106897803536569272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417639/posts/default/106897803536569272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherlovestory.blogspot.com/2003/11/daring-move.html' title='The Daring Move'/><author><name>Jasmine Shanea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14762227195026220588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wGcOX92HNaA/R8Pavi0_90I/AAAAAAAAAGo/p3QmlI1TDqI/S220/shanea.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417639.post-106866614797102071</id><published>2003-11-13T03:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-12T01:20:54.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confession Time</title><summary type='text'>Shayna had to transfer a bus when her good friend somehow changed meeting venues at the last minute. They were now meeting at this Italian restaurant at some uptown district. Shayna almost wanted to murder her friend. Why can't they just meet somewhere more convienient than going all the way to some posh restaurant?"What's with the sudden change of venue?" shayna asked as se sat down opposite </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherlovestory.blogspot.com/feeds/106866614797102071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417639&amp;postID=106866614797102071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417639/posts/default/106866614797102071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417639/posts/default/106866614797102071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherlovestory.blogspot.com/2003/11/confession-time.html' title='Confession Time'/><author><name>Jasmine Shanea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14762227195026220588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wGcOX92HNaA/R8Pavi0_90I/AAAAAAAAAGo/p3QmlI1TDqI/S220/shanea.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417639.post-106804565487446585</id><published>2003-11-05T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-12T01:21:54.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Talk With Dad</title><summary type='text'>colin took a look at his phone and sighed. no response from shayna at all. could she just be avoiding him? a knock on the door. must be megan trying to see if he's been seeing other women again. he didn't want to answer it but a man's voice boomed."son?" his father called as he entered the room."hey dad." colin said, placing his phone aside and arranging the documents on his table."are you </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherlovestory.blogspot.com/feeds/106804565487446585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417639&amp;postID=106804565487446585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417639/posts/default/106804565487446585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417639/posts/default/106804565487446585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherlovestory.blogspot.com/2003/11/talk-with-dad.html' title='Talk With Dad'/><author><name>Jasmine Shanea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14762227195026220588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wGcOX92HNaA/R8Pavi0_90I/AAAAAAAAAGo/p3QmlI1TDqI/S220/shanea.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417639.post-106622226119053853</id><published>2003-10-15T20:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-12T01:22:59.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Is What Happens When Your Precious Daughter Grows Older</title><summary type='text'>"have a good rest now, Ryan. you need to get better so we can go play field soccer," Shayna said as she tucked the boy to bed."ok. but you must promise me that you would be around when i wake up.""alright. I'll be outside doing my work. you can just press this button when you wake up and i'll come look for you."After Ryan fell asleep, Shayna walked out of the children's ward to take a breather</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherlovestory.blogspot.com/feeds/106622226119053853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417639&amp;postID=106622226119053853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417639/posts/default/106622226119053853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417639/posts/default/106622226119053853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherlovestory.blogspot.com/2003/10/this-is-what-happens-when-your.html' title='This Is What Happens When Your Precious Daughter Grows Older'/><author><name>Jasmine Shanea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14762227195026220588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wGcOX92HNaA/R8Pavi0_90I/AAAAAAAAAGo/p3QmlI1TDqI/S220/shanea.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417639.post-106394652581965930</id><published>2003-09-19T12:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-12T01:23:30.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thinking TOO MUCH About Him</title><summary type='text'>she couldn't help thinking about him. though it's been a few weeks since the sleeping together incident, shayna couldn't help but just feel hair-raising sensations when she thought about that night. for good and for bad. for one thing colin was gentlemanly enough not to rape her in the middle of the night and bad because they were not meant to be together."he has a girlfriend you silly girl" </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherlovestory.blogspot.com/feeds/106394652581965930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417639&amp;postID=106394652581965930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417639/posts/default/106394652581965930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417639/posts/default/106394652581965930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherlovestory.blogspot.com/2003/09/thinking-too-much-about-him.html' title='Thinking TOO MUCH About Him'/><author><name>Jasmine Shanea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14762227195026220588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wGcOX92HNaA/R8Pavi0_90I/AAAAAAAAAGo/p3QmlI1TDqI/S220/shanea.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417639.post-106326245676883337</id><published>2003-09-11T13:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-12T01:23:45.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Realisation</title><summary type='text'>shayna felt the warm sun rays hit her face. it was getting very warm... where was she? what's happening? she rubbed her eyes and realised that she was sleeping on a car seat. she squinted, the sun rays were too radiant. Shayna then realised that she was still in the clothes that she wore last night. did she go home? who's car is this?"grrr." a figure turnedwho the hell is that? shayna looked </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherlovestory.blogspot.com/feeds/106326245676883337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417639&amp;postID=106326245676883337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417639/posts/default/106326245676883337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417639/posts/default/106326245676883337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherlovestory.blogspot.com/2003/09/realisation.html' title='Realisation'/><author><name>Jasmine Shanea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14762227195026220588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wGcOX92HNaA/R8Pavi0_90I/AAAAAAAAAGo/p3QmlI1TDqI/S220/shanea.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417639.post-106312841519982422</id><published>2003-09-10T01:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-12T01:24:07.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Kiss Together</title><summary type='text'>shayna's day didn't really turn out good. her hands-on session with the children turned out to be rather nightmarish for her. the children were wonderful to have around but the guidance she was under was a little questionable. Miss Soong was a rather bad instructor. She made shayna do the method she was doing instead of the method that shayna thought was best for the children. in the end, some </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherlovestory.blogspot.com/feeds/106312841519982422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417639&amp;postID=106312841519982422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417639/posts/default/106312841519982422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417639/posts/default/106312841519982422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherlovestory.blogspot.com/2003/09/first-kiss-together.html' title='First Kiss Together'/><author><name>Jasmine Shanea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14762227195026220588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wGcOX92HNaA/R8Pavi0_90I/AAAAAAAAAGo/p3QmlI1TDqI/S220/shanea.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417639.post-106311150044768486</id><published>2003-09-09T20:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-12T01:25:06.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Torment Of Being Apart</title><summary type='text'>colin bang open the door as megan walked closely behind. he couldn't believe it. megan just convieniently showed herself at the dinner that was almost perfect for shayna and ruined the whole damn thing. after all that arguement, colin realised shayna left during the times when he wasn't watching to avoid embarrassment. his mind was in a whirl. he knew he was also not really correct because he was</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherlovestory.blogspot.com/feeds/106311150044768486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417639&amp;postID=106311150044768486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417639/posts/default/106311150044768486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417639/posts/default/106311150044768486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherlovestory.blogspot.com/2003/09/torment-of-being-apart.html' title='Torment Of Being Apart'/><author><name>Jasmine Shanea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14762227195026220588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wGcOX92HNaA/R8Pavi0_90I/AAAAAAAAAGo/p3QmlI1TDqI/S220/shanea.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417639.post-106195582267538072</id><published>2003-08-27T11:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-12T01:25:26.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crying...</title><summary type='text'>"back so early?" Mr. Fong asked as he heard Shayna coming through the door. when she didn't reply, he turned around and saw her eyes swollen with tears and were red."what happened?" Mr. Fong asked, he went over to her and hugged her tight."papa..." she cried, gripping him close. she was glad that her father was still around to care for her.after that, Mr. Fong sat Shayna down to talk about </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherlovestory.blogspot.com/feeds/106195582267538072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417639&amp;postID=106195582267538072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417639/posts/default/106195582267538072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417639/posts/default/106195582267538072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherlovestory.blogspot.com/2003/08/crying.html' title='Crying...'/><author><name>Jasmine Shanea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14762227195026220588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wGcOX92HNaA/R8Pavi0_90I/AAAAAAAAAGo/p3QmlI1TDqI/S220/shanea.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417639.post-105964324650740424</id><published>2003-07-31T17:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-12T01:25:49.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Intruder</title><summary type='text'>megan walked into the country club and looked around. quiet it seems for a club that just hosted one of the Tan's parties. she went to the reception and asked if Mr. and Mrs. Tan were still around. they left? hmm."there do you know if Colin is still around?" the receptionist clicked on her keyboard and looked at her monitor..."oh yes. he's still around. in fact he just arranged a special dinner</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherlovestory.blogspot.com/feeds/105964324650740424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417639&amp;postID=105964324650740424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417639/posts/default/105964324650740424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417639/posts/default/105964324650740424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherlovestory.blogspot.com/2003/07/intruder.html' title='Intruder'/><author><name>Jasmine Shanea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14762227195026220588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wGcOX92HNaA/R8Pavi0_90I/AAAAAAAAAGo/p3QmlI1TDqI/S220/shanea.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417639.post-105910456171990660</id><published>2003-07-25T11:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-12T01:26:20.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Date...</title><summary type='text'>after an hour on the driving range, a dip in the pool and a workout in the gym, shyana and colin were too exhausted to do anything else that had to use excessive muscles. shayna slumped onto a lounge chair by the poolside and tried to catch her breath. everything was just too fast and she was actually having fun!"are you gamed for more activities?" colin asked, after he came out of the shower, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherlovestory.blogspot.com/feeds/105910456171990660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417639&amp;postID=105910456171990660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417639/posts/default/105910456171990660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417639/posts/default/105910456171990660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherlovestory.blogspot.com/2003/07/date.html' title='A Date...'/><author><name>Jasmine Shanea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14762227195026220588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wGcOX92HNaA/R8Pavi0_90I/AAAAAAAAAGo/p3QmlI1TDqI/S220/shanea.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417639.post-105737736835497386</id><published>2003-07-05T11:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-12T01:26:43.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Gathering Without Megan</title><summary type='text'>megan walked into the house. it was rather empty. yeah most probably Colin was at the family gathering at his country club. well, at least the fight between them is over. maybe what Zoe said was right. she should be understanding and sweet and make Colin understand and realise what a wonman she was. someone who is not insecure, over senisitve and always giving him the freedom to do what he wants.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherlovestory.blogspot.com/feeds/105737736835497386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417639&amp;postID=105737736835497386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417639/posts/default/105737736835497386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417639/posts/default/105737736835497386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherlovestory.blogspot.com/2003/07/family-gathering-without-megan.html' title='Family Gathering Without Megan'/><author><name>Jasmine Shanea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14762227195026220588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wGcOX92HNaA/R8Pavi0_90I/AAAAAAAAAGo/p3QmlI1TDqI/S220/shanea.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417639.post-105586327262675255</id><published>2003-06-17T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-12T01:27:24.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Typical Tan Family Party</title><summary type='text'>"shayna jie!" Colby cried out as he ran through the guests and into the arms of Shayna. "hey Colby. Nice to see you again. How have you been?" Colby replied with a firm nod. It was really nice to see him again, all happy and energetic like what a normal boy would be instead of a sick child.Then two figured walked up towards Shayna. She looked up and there they were... the Tan family. "you </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherlovestory.blogspot.com/feeds/105586327262675255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417639&amp;postID=105586327262675255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417639/posts/default/105586327262675255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417639/posts/default/105586327262675255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherlovestory.blogspot.com/2003/06/typical-tan-family-party.html' title='The Typical Tan Family Party'/><author><name>Jasmine Shanea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14762227195026220588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wGcOX92HNaA/R8Pavi0_90I/AAAAAAAAAGo/p3QmlI1TDqI/S220/shanea.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417639.post-105574749204969207</id><published>2003-06-16T15:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-12T01:27:45.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Go Or Not To Go?</title><summary type='text'>Shayna was just bumming around the hospital. she was doodling on her father's rough notepad. she didn't really feel like walking around to say hi to the children."shayna, what's wrong with you?" her father asked as he came back from his rounds."nothing papa. just stoning.""aren't you suppose to get ready for the party. it's already 11.""i know. but i dunno if i really should go... i mean... </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherlovestory.blogspot.com/feeds/105574749204969207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417639&amp;postID=105574749204969207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417639/posts/default/105574749204969207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417639/posts/default/105574749204969207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherlovestory.blogspot.com/2003/06/to-go-or-not-to-go.html' title='To Go Or Not To Go?'/><author><name>Jasmine Shanea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14762227195026220588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wGcOX92HNaA/R8Pavi0_90I/AAAAAAAAAGo/p3QmlI1TDqI/S220/shanea.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417639.post-105543945497013562</id><published>2003-06-13T01:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-12T01:28:19.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Anger</title><summary type='text'>megan's been hiding out at her best friend, Zoe's place. megan was still pretty huffed about the whole issue."megan, are you going to stay here forever?""not really but colin's gone too far this time! telling me lies... going out with that social worker girl... cheating on ME!""ha.""did i just hear you snigger?" megan asked, sitting upright on her chair."yeah. i mean, colin tan, your </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherlovestory.blogspot.com/feeds/105543945497013562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417639&amp;postID=105543945497013562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417639/posts/default/105543945497013562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417639/posts/default/105543945497013562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherlovestory.blogspot.com/2003/06/sweet-anger.html' title='Sweet Anger'/><author><name>Jasmine Shanea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14762227195026220588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wGcOX92HNaA/R8Pavi0_90I/AAAAAAAAAGo/p3QmlI1TDqI/S220/shanea.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417639.post-105507001169835623</id><published>2003-06-08T19:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-12T01:28:53.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Spill It...</title><summary type='text'>shayna dragged her feet into Soup Junction and as usual, rest her arms in the counter where alyssa was trying to stack up the bowls properly. shayna just sighed really loudly, as though she purposely wanted her best friend to ask if something was wrong."ok just spill" alyssa said without looking away from her bowls. well, not the question and tone that shayna was looking for but it would do just</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherlovestory.blogspot.com/feeds/105507001169835623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417639&amp;postID=105507001169835623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417639/posts/default/105507001169835623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417639/posts/default/105507001169835623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherlovestory.blogspot.com/2003/06/just-spill-it.html' title='Just Spill It...'/><author><name>Jasmine Shanea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14762227195026220588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wGcOX92HNaA/R8Pavi0_90I/AAAAAAAAAGo/p3QmlI1TDqI/S220/shanea.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417639.post-105466264232875018</id><published>2003-06-04T01:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-12T01:29:17.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hangover</title><summary type='text'>a saturday morning. colin woke up in his big comfortable waterbed after a major hangover. he had a very bad headache and realised he had slept through the morning and it's nearly eleven. oh man. he missed work! where was megan? didn't she come home yesterday? megan and colin stays together in this super nice condo apartment that colin's father kinda bought for him when he turned 25 two years ago.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherlovestory.blogspot.com/feeds/105466264232875018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417639&amp;postID=105466264232875018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417639/posts/default/105466264232875018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417639/posts/default/105466264232875018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherlovestory.blogspot.com/2003/06/hangover.html' title='Hangover'/><author><name>Jasmine Shanea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14762227195026220588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wGcOX92HNaA/R8Pavi0_90I/AAAAAAAAAGo/p3QmlI1TDqI/S220/shanea.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417639.post-105453520618738496</id><published>2003-06-02T14:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-12T01:30:11.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is This The End?</title><summary type='text'>"... so i really hope we can work things out... for the sake of colby... and maybe us?" colin said. shayna sighed, she heard enough. sometimes she really did not know what to make out of all this. maybe she made a wrong decision to meet him and talk it out. she looked out of the shop, trying to rest her eyes on something that she had less emotional attachment to. then, she saw... is that who she </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherlovestory.blogspot.com/feeds/105453520618738496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417639&amp;postID=105453520618738496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417639/posts/default/105453520618738496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417639/posts/default/105453520618738496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherlovestory.blogspot.com/2003/06/is-this-end.html' title='Is This The End?'/><author><name>Jasmine Shanea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14762227195026220588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wGcOX92HNaA/R8Pavi0_90I/AAAAAAAAAGo/p3QmlI1TDqI/S220/shanea.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417639.post-105444128152413485</id><published>2003-06-01T12:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-12T01:31:26.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Distress At The Start Of Something....</title><summary type='text'>"say thank you to Dr. Chong, Colby. He has been taking care of you and made you all better," Mr. Tan said, smiling at Dr. Chong."thank you Dr. Chong," colby said, looking very disinterested and upset. he kept looking at the robot in his hand and playing with it."haha. he is such an adorable child. i hope we can get a transplant for him soon and he would be all better. meanwhile i know you are </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherlovestory.blogspot.com/feeds/105444128152413485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417639&amp;postID=105444128152413485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417639/posts/default/105444128152413485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417639/posts/default/105444128152413485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherlovestory.blogspot.com/2003/06/distress-at-start-of-something.html' title='Distress At The Start Of Something....'/><author><name>Jasmine Shanea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14762227195026220588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wGcOX92HNaA/R8Pavi0_90I/AAAAAAAAAGo/p3QmlI1TDqI/S220/shanea.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417639.post-105414085513483401</id><published>2003-05-29T00:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-12T01:32:02.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>He's Attached.</title><summary type='text'>A week later... and a few days more..."shayna? are you busy?" Mr. Fong asked, knocking on her door."i'm alright papa. you can come in." she said, as she closed her textbooks. "what's up?""well, i came to talk to you about... colby and colin.""papa. i don't really wanna talk about it." shayna said, she hugged her pillow and leaned back against her chair. Mr. Fong sighed and sat down directly </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherlovestory.blogspot.com/feeds/105414085513483401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417639&amp;postID=105414085513483401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417639/posts/default/105414085513483401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417639/posts/default/105414085513483401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherlovestory.blogspot.com/2003/05/hes-attached.html' title='He&apos;s Attached.'/><author><name>Jasmine Shanea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14762227195026220588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wGcOX92HNaA/R8Pavi0_90I/AAAAAAAAAGo/p3QmlI1TDqI/S220/shanea.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417639.post-105413698700809917</id><published>2003-05-28T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-12T01:32:43.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Brother Knows All...</title><summary type='text'>later in the evening, colin went out to buy dinner for the three of them while shayna stayed back to wait for colby to wake up from the injection. the doctor said he had another attack and needs a lot of attention. shayna and colin were both worried sick about this boy. even though his hand wasn't doing well, colin insisted that he should stay on and make sure colby was alright. his love for </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherlovestory.blogspot.com/feeds/105413698700809917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417639&amp;postID=105413698700809917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417639/posts/default/105413698700809917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417639/posts/default/105413698700809917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherlovestory.blogspot.com/2003/05/brother-knows-all.html' title='The Brother Knows All...'/><author><name>Jasmine Shanea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14762227195026220588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wGcOX92HNaA/R8Pavi0_90I/AAAAAAAAAGo/p3QmlI1TDqI/S220/shanea.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417639.post-105396563635052587</id><published>2003-05-27T00:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-12T01:33:15.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Being A Counsellor</title><summary type='text'>the phone rang non stop in the morning. shayna was too tired to even pick it up and quickly left it on message mode. "hi. this is shayna here. sorry i can't come to the phone now. please leave a message after the tone... *beep*""shayna... this is lys here. i was wondering if you are still looking for a job. my manager said there's a vacancy here at Soup Junction and i was wondering it would be </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherlovestory.blogspot.com/feeds/105396563635052587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417639&amp;postID=105396563635052587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417639/posts/default/105396563635052587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417639/posts/default/105396563635052587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherlovestory.blogspot.com/2003/05/being-counsellor.html' title='Being A Counsellor'/><author><name>Jasmine Shanea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14762227195026220588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wGcOX92HNaA/R8Pavi0_90I/AAAAAAAAAGo/p3QmlI1TDqI/S220/shanea.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417639.post-105392981555254620</id><published>2003-05-26T14:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-12T00:34:21.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends?</title><summary type='text'>"wow. this is interesting. your dad works as the head nurse." colin commented as they walked towards a small coffee place at the hospital."yeah it's kinda interesting. everyone in the hospital calls him the gentle giant.""haha. i can see why.""so you're very close to colby huh?""yeah a little... it's just that my parents had colby when i was in my junior college days. it's weird to suddenly </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherlovestory.blogspot.com/feeds/105392981555254620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417639&amp;postID=105392981555254620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417639/posts/default/105392981555254620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417639/posts/default/105392981555254620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherlovestory.blogspot.com/2003/05/friends.html' title='Friends?'/><author><name>Jasmine Shanea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14762227195026220588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' 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Her eyes diverted towards him most of the time, just his gaze at the object wished that she, instead of that whatever-thing was the object of his attention. She just wanted him to look at her... just to know that she was alive and that she wanted him.... but..."So what do you think of it?" he finally asked her, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherlovestory.blogspot.com/feeds/105362092939962811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417639&amp;postID=105362092939962811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417639/posts/default/105362092939962811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417639/posts/default/105362092939962811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherlovestory.blogspot.com/2003/05/beginning.html' title='The Beginning'/><author><name>Jasmine Shanea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14762227195026220588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wGcOX92HNaA/R8Pavi0_90I/AAAAAAAAAGo/p3QmlI1TDqI/S220/shanea.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
