<?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-921840185320874974</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:14:36.498-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Putmyfeetbackontheground</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-melancholygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/921840185320874974/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-melancholygirl.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Wei Wei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10268911067244197873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/STOxmRMt5eI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/9Z4M7VeBtq8/S220/IMG_8240.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>45</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-921840185320874974.post-3375503259359153340</id><published>2009-02-02T06:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T06:37:34.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HUR HUR</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/SYcE_A8GpRI/AAAAAAAAAgI/P4ZftRpQlx4/s1600-h/ll.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/SYcE_A8GpRI/AAAAAAAAAgI/P4ZftRpQlx4/s320/ll.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298208967255041298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VERY FUNNY.&lt;br /&gt;I WONDER WHO IS IT.&lt;br /&gt;IDIOT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/921840185320874974-3375503259359153340?l=that-melancholygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-melancholygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3375503259359153340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=921840185320874974&amp;postID=3375503259359153340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/921840185320874974/posts/default/3375503259359153340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/921840185320874974/posts/default/3375503259359153340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-melancholygirl.blogspot.com/2009/02/hur-hur.html' title='HUR HUR'/><author><name>Wei Wei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10268911067244197873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/STOxmRMt5eI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/9Z4M7VeBtq8/S220/IMG_8240.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/SYcE_A8GpRI/AAAAAAAAAgI/P4ZftRpQlx4/s72-c/ll.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-921840185320874974.post-1769638788521352356</id><published>2009-02-01T17:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T17:17:08.675-08:00</updated><title type='text'>JS &amp; his pillow</title><content type='html'>Hello..its been fun last night or rather today morning. Js and i had some fun in webcaming while i did some work. We were comparing how many new year goodies we had. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/SYZI7IWejOI/AAAAAAAAAf4/0VEUlSyc-XM/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/SYZI7IWejOI/AAAAAAAAAf4/0VEUlSyc-XM/s320/1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298002192339209442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/SYZJFUwmkTI/AAAAAAAAAgA/53NpR7DCjj0/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/SYZJFUwmkTI/AAAAAAAAAgA/53NpR7DCjj0/s320/2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298002367468704050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look at what is js doing!!!! He is showing me his doggie pillow. Isnt that cute. AWWW. I know he is so gonna kill me!!! But isnt it fun my dear js? LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/921840185320874974-1769638788521352356?l=that-melancholygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-melancholygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1769638788521352356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=921840185320874974&amp;postID=1769638788521352356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/921840185320874974/posts/default/1769638788521352356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/921840185320874974/posts/default/1769638788521352356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-melancholygirl.blogspot.com/2009/02/js-his-pillow.html' title='JS &amp; his pillow'/><author><name>Wei Wei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10268911067244197873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/STOxmRMt5eI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/9Z4M7VeBtq8/S220/IMG_8240.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/SYZI7IWejOI/AAAAAAAAAf4/0VEUlSyc-XM/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-921840185320874974.post-2017537794710368277</id><published>2009-01-08T20:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T20:35:49.742-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I feel like the shittest person on earth right now. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I am so sorry my dear friend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know whats gotten into me. sigh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/921840185320874974-2017537794710368277?l=that-melancholygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-melancholygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2017537794710368277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=921840185320874974&amp;postID=2017537794710368277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/921840185320874974/posts/default/2017537794710368277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/921840185320874974/posts/default/2017537794710368277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-melancholygirl.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-feel-like-shittest-person-on-earth.html' title=''/><author><name>Wei Wei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10268911067244197873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/STOxmRMt5eI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/9Z4M7VeBtq8/S220/IMG_8240.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-921840185320874974.post-86247946971357325</id><published>2009-01-07T09:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T09:47:28.656-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Everything is moving too fast. &lt;br /&gt;I dont think i am able to handle this anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I just feel so stressed up with everything around me.&lt;br /&gt;Its time i really need a shoulder to cry on.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/921840185320874974-86247946971357325?l=that-melancholygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-melancholygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/86247946971357325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=921840185320874974&amp;postID=86247946971357325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/921840185320874974/posts/default/86247946971357325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/921840185320874974/posts/default/86247946971357325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-melancholygirl.blogspot.com/2009/01/everything-is-moving-too-fast.html' title=''/><author><name>Wei Wei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10268911067244197873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/STOxmRMt5eI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/9Z4M7VeBtq8/S220/IMG_8240.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-921840185320874974.post-3511511698773423053</id><published>2009-01-06T21:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T21:46:04.658-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sharon</title><content type='html'>SHARON LIM XIN YI!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Based on your birthday ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never live your life in the way others want you to. You are an independent individual who loves challenges and excitement. You are ready to ace with the result of your decision. You are usually the one your friends count on. Your Love, Because you love excitements, you occasionally get involved in forbidden love affairs. You may fall in love with a married person and no one can stop you from making progress. You are very charming, although you might not realize it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sharon gets involve in forbidden love affairs. HAHAHAAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHHAha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Your greatest STRENGTHS ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strong will, outstanding courage and self-confidence. They are excellent leaders as long as they do not over task their followers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Your greatest WEAKNESS ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obstinate and intolerant. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Jobs you should pursue ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Financial work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is ultra funny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/921840185320874974-3511511698773423053?l=that-melancholygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-melancholygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3511511698773423053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=921840185320874974&amp;postID=3511511698773423053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/921840185320874974/posts/default/3511511698773423053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/921840185320874974/posts/default/3511511698773423053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-melancholygirl.blogspot.com/2009/01/sharon.html' title='Sharon'/><author><name>Wei Wei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10268911067244197873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/STOxmRMt5eI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/9Z4M7VeBtq8/S220/IMG_8240.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-921840185320874974.post-9004508944622109260</id><published>2009-01-06T20:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T20:15:48.220-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>Another random post.&lt;br /&gt;During our O level periods, Seah, Mad and i was studying at seah's house. I remember clearly that we were sitting at the living room with the mahjong table out. 3 of us were studying chinese. During that time, it was close to midnight or was it 1am, i've forgot. Eileen mummy and daddy was watching some horror show. And i dont know why were our heads looking up at the tv instead of studying (huge distraction). Suddenly, i felt something brush pass my leg. My heart was thumbing very fast, thinking what the hell was that. I thought it was some kind of.... At that very moment my brain was digesting and my brain told me to scream! HHAHAHA. I scream and my knee hit the table. Eileen and mad was so stunned and they started screaming during that time the ghost was coming out i guess. Damn it. Madeline choo's legs was the one who brush pass me. Thinking of that moment made me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And shellen is telling me about pancake house =&lt;&lt;br /&gt;And adelyn will be staying outdoors if her pet is indoors.&lt;br /&gt;Miss sharon and her MO-CHA. &lt;br /&gt;Mad and her MINE-Strone soup.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHHA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/921840185320874974-9004508944622109260?l=that-melancholygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-melancholygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/9004508944622109260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=921840185320874974&amp;postID=9004508944622109260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/921840185320874974/posts/default/9004508944622109260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/921840185320874974/posts/default/9004508944622109260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-melancholygirl.blogspot.com/2009/01/random.html' title='Random'/><author><name>Wei Wei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10268911067244197873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/STOxmRMt5eI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/9Z4M7VeBtq8/S220/IMG_8240.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-921840185320874974.post-3350165651308057126</id><published>2009-01-06T06:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T06:37:35.682-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Shellen suggested that i should do this quiz on Facebook,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Based on your birthday ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are curious and a true follower. You can please someone so much that it seem like you are trying to charm that person. You hide your disagreement under your smiling face. This is a charming quality of yours. Your Love, You are quite unlucky in love. You are loved by someone you don't like while your dream person is so far away. Your love life is occasionally under turbulence. Sometimes you don't have the clear view of the guy/gal in your heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Your greatest STRENGTHS ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Active and self-confident. Their thoughts and sense of humor render them quite popular. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Your greatest WEAKNESS ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They get obsessed with ideas and retire when problems grow increasingly serious. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Jobs you should pursue ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photography, commercial arts, and advertisements. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My comments:&lt;br /&gt;I find that part of it is bullshit. Shellen ah shellen. I have no comments. I am practically laughing at it. Damn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/921840185320874974-3350165651308057126?l=that-melancholygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-melancholygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3350165651308057126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=921840185320874974&amp;postID=3350165651308057126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/921840185320874974/posts/default/3350165651308057126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/921840185320874974/posts/default/3350165651308057126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-melancholygirl.blogspot.com/2009/01/shellen-suggested-that-i-should-do-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Wei Wei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10268911067244197873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/STOxmRMt5eI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/9Z4M7VeBtq8/S220/IMG_8240.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-921840185320874974.post-646906384373641224</id><published>2009-01-04T21:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T21:42:10.481-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A few hours ago, i was reading Madeline's entry. Right now i am talking to Sis. I suddenly recall something funny. Mad was complaining about her submissions and all. A few years back, we were causally chatting and say that if mad were to go JC, we wont see her at all and we would have to put her picture in a photo frame and frame it up!! HAHAHAA. Thinking back, its very retarded. I think if she were to go university, she'll complain more and we shall pin her picture up.&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is super random, super duper.&lt;br /&gt;Ponyo ponyo ponyo.&lt;br /&gt;who wants to watch PONYO?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/921840185320874974-646906384373641224?l=that-melancholygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-melancholygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/646906384373641224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=921840185320874974&amp;postID=646906384373641224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/921840185320874974/posts/default/646906384373641224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/921840185320874974/posts/default/646906384373641224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-melancholygirl.blogspot.com/2009/01/few-hours-ago-i-was-reading-madelines.html' title=''/><author><name>Wei Wei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10268911067244197873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/STOxmRMt5eI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/9Z4M7VeBtq8/S220/IMG_8240.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-921840185320874974.post-8883545651790343273</id><published>2009-01-01T01:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T02:02:13.833-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE. Its 2009.&lt;br /&gt;Dont you think that time passes so fast?? I am growing older with each years passing by like bullet train. Eileen and the girls are making me so stressed up about me 21st birthday. I have no idea what to do. But JY gave me some ideas, thank you JY. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so we ate at East Coast's Lagoon. It was a LONG walk nearly an hour or more i guess. Heng Sharon and i ate Buk ku teh noodles at Miss Lu's house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/SVyNJqpqf_I/AAAAAAAAAdo/KgADA25kxxo/s1600-h/IMG_9278.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/SVyNJqpqf_I/AAAAAAAAAdo/KgADA25kxxo/s320/IMG_9278.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286255259833499634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah gong and ah ma. Look how loving they are :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/SVyNkEJ3mWI/AAAAAAAAAdw/--VOgLw9_S0/s1600-h/IMG_9267.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/SVyNkEJ3mWI/AAAAAAAAAdw/--VOgLw9_S0/s320/IMG_9267.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286255713356061026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MONEY face ah ma. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/SVyN5DlkBKI/AAAAAAAAAd4/-Bnq6juKALE/s1600-h/IMG_9279.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/SVyN5DlkBKI/AAAAAAAAAd4/-Bnq6juKALE/s320/IMG_9279.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286256073981035682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr loud and ms siao. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/SVyOfc1po_I/AAAAAAAAAeA/wB_ZYFx16QQ/s1600-h/IMG_9285.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/SVyOfc1po_I/AAAAAAAAAeA/wB_ZYFx16QQ/s320/IMG_9285.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286256733594428402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Ah gong adelyn for giving us such a wonderful nice presents. Thanks for letting me choose Eeyore!!!! Opps i just hit eeyore and it fell!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/SVyPLIDqL2I/AAAAAAAAAeI/GAjIGAzGTFk/s1600-h/IMG_9340.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/SVyPLIDqL2I/AAAAAAAAAeI/GAjIGAzGTFk/s320/IMG_9340.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286257483930283874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/SVyPsZJqAYI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/ap7yQ3yh9HA/s1600-h/IMG_9335.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/SVyPsZJqAYI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/ap7yQ3yh9HA/s320/IMG_9335.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286258055454523778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been a long while since i've sat on a viking ship. You know, standing there looking at the ship swaying seems fine to me. It doesnt look high or anything. BUT, i realised that i was wrong. I am growing OLDER. Yes, seriously. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/SVyQemw2EAI/AAAAAAAAAeY/p-_vKhh1TrQ/s1600-h/IMG_9303.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/SVyQemw2EAI/AAAAAAAAAeY/p-_vKhh1TrQ/s320/IMG_9303.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286258918102011906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it went higher..i started to grab sharon and the pole. I was shouting to sharon that no no no i cannot take it anymore. As it sway higher and higher, my heart starts to drop lower and lower. At that very moment, i start to think how am i going to grab my heart from falling. Upon hearing my nonsense, Jy start to ask why is the pole going upwards! I think all of us where too scared in someways that we start to grip it real hard. At last it stopped. I breathe a sign of relieve. Its fun but i hate it when my heart drops. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Climbing down the stairs, people were starting to count down. It dawned to me that a few seconds its going to be a new year! The very next moment we knew what happened, is that Jy is being sprayed!!!!!! HAHAHAHAHHAHA. Lucky sharon and i walked faster. JY dont be so sad. Eating a bit of the spray isnt that bad right. LOL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/SVySOJJ0BwI/AAAAAAAAAeg/Znx48jU55z0/s1600-h/IMG_9364.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/SVySOJJ0BwI/AAAAAAAAAeg/Znx48jU55z0/s320/IMG_9364.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286260834299021058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jy look so cute. HAHA. And i cant believe that i am saying that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sparkles for the 3 little cute kids. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/SVyUCBBjqWI/AAAAAAAAAeo/s_h6xeUvbfI/s1600-h/IMG_9402.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/SVyUCBBjqWI/AAAAAAAAAeo/s_h6xeUvbfI/s320/IMG_9402.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286262824981735778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/SVyUTWULrRI/AAAAAAAAAew/pJj_9wSCOXQ/s1600-h/IMG_9400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/SVyUTWULrRI/AAAAAAAAAew/pJj_9wSCOXQ/s320/IMG_9400.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286263122754776338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways..shellen we all miss you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/921840185320874974-8883545651790343273?l=that-melancholygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-melancholygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8883545651790343273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=921840185320874974&amp;postID=8883545651790343273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/921840185320874974/posts/default/8883545651790343273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/921840185320874974/posts/default/8883545651790343273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-melancholygirl.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-year-everyone.html' title=''/><author><name>Wei Wei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10268911067244197873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/STOxmRMt5eI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/9Z4M7VeBtq8/S220/IMG_8240.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/SVyNJqpqf_I/AAAAAAAAAdo/KgADA25kxxo/s72-c/IMG_9278.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-921840185320874974.post-7236273210592335074</id><published>2008-12-25T00:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T00:55:28.792-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SHELLEN!</title><content type='html'>MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!&lt;br /&gt;Guess who was i talking to..SHELLEN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/SVNJsCTcOkI/AAAAAAAAAdY/a6SR9JveB0o/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/SVNJsCTcOkI/AAAAAAAAAdY/a6SR9JveB0o/s320/1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283647808717208130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/SVNJ68K7cgI/AAAAAAAAAdg/If5Lbl8t360/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/SVNJ68K7cgI/AAAAAAAAAdg/If5Lbl8t360/s320/2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283648064768930306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See that's shellen and me.&lt;br /&gt;I dont know where eileen went. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;see ya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/921840185320874974-7236273210592335074?l=that-melancholygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-melancholygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7236273210592335074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=921840185320874974&amp;postID=7236273210592335074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/921840185320874974/posts/default/7236273210592335074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/921840185320874974/posts/default/7236273210592335074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-melancholygirl.blogspot.com/2008/12/shellen.html' title='SHELLEN!'/><author><name>Wei Wei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10268911067244197873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/STOxmRMt5eI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/9Z4M7VeBtq8/S220/IMG_8240.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/SVNJsCTcOkI/AAAAAAAAAdY/a6SR9JveB0o/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-921840185320874974.post-2567886317990849665</id><published>2008-12-16T08:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T08:29:12.470-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Please people. Please dont watch Twilight. Seriously, i am utterly disappointed with it. Hearing comments from other people, thinking that it might not be as bad as it is. BUT, it is seriously very very bad. If you didnt read the book i doubt you will keep up with the fast moving pace of the story. It goes like bullet train, parts of it are skipped, everything seems to be unexplained. Probably people who watch twilight will be asking, what is it all about? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first few scenes of the show really make me wanna sleep. Seriously, it is that bad! Bella and Edward cant act, please change everyone. PLEASE. They cant act for NUTS. During the movie, i was asking myself why am i here. This is worse then some freaking soap opera. This is how bad, disappointed i felt the movie was. Go go go, watch online. WATCH ONLINE.&lt;br /&gt;OMG.&lt;br /&gt;I cant stand a horrible movie.&lt;br /&gt;k thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/921840185320874974-2567886317990849665?l=that-melancholygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-melancholygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2567886317990849665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=921840185320874974&amp;postID=2567886317990849665' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/921840185320874974/posts/default/2567886317990849665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/921840185320874974/posts/default/2567886317990849665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-melancholygirl.blogspot.com/2008/12/please-people.html' title=''/><author><name>Wei Wei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10268911067244197873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/STOxmRMt5eI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/9Z4M7VeBtq8/S220/IMG_8240.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-921840185320874974.post-7026357741767217287</id><published>2008-12-09T09:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T09:06:50.454-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Please give me a day's time to sleep right now.&lt;br /&gt;I really wanna sleep. &lt;br /&gt;Coffee doesnt helps at all.&lt;br /&gt;Morning one cup. &lt;br /&gt;Night one cup. &lt;br /&gt;I still can sleep it off.&lt;br /&gt;I need strong Espresso. &lt;br /&gt;Seriously, i dont want to sleep. But my body is asking me to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;body: weiwei i know you wanna sleep. GO go go, sleep with your favourite pillow.&lt;br /&gt;me: go and die. &lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;sleepy&lt;br /&gt;bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/921840185320874974-7026357741767217287?l=that-melancholygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-melancholygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7026357741767217287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=921840185320874974&amp;postID=7026357741767217287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/921840185320874974/posts/default/7026357741767217287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/921840185320874974/posts/default/7026357741767217287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-melancholygirl.blogspot.com/2008/12/please-give-me-days-time-to-sleep-right.html' title=''/><author><name>Wei Wei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10268911067244197873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/STOxmRMt5eI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/9Z4M7VeBtq8/S220/IMG_8240.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-921840185320874974.post-8379423510399987553</id><published>2008-12-08T21:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T21:19:01.165-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>fuck. bye. &lt;br /&gt;need sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/921840185320874974-8379423510399987553?l=that-melancholygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-melancholygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8379423510399987553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=921840185320874974&amp;postID=8379423510399987553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/921840185320874974/posts/default/8379423510399987553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/921840185320874974/posts/default/8379423510399987553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-melancholygirl.blogspot.com/2008/12/fuck.html' title=''/><author><name>Wei Wei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10268911067244197873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/STOxmRMt5eI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/9Z4M7VeBtq8/S220/IMG_8240.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-921840185320874974.post-2886276217873575248</id><published>2008-12-05T08:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T09:02:10.320-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/STlcTFpLUKI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/dzZ7E8Gu3iw/s1600-h/2008+12+06+-+Ben+%26+Jerry.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 227px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/STlcTFpLUKI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/dzZ7E8Gu3iw/s320/2008+12+06+-+Ben+%26+Jerry.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276349921443401890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This really sucks. I really want to go badly. But i need to study. So to be optimistic, i shall start thinking that there will be like a lot people there. Free loaders to be precise. I am one of the free loaders but who cares, i am PROUD to be one. Thinking of the ice-cream now makes my stomach growl and my mouth waters. Sucks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nowadays, jobs are finding me instead of me finding them. &lt;br /&gt;13, 14 DEC- QBB with shellen mummy. &lt;br /&gt;18, 19 DEC- popular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More more more jobs please.&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I am currently fighting with all the graduation secondary school kids. &lt;br /&gt;UNFAIR. LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/921840185320874974-2886276217873575248?l=that-melancholygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-melancholygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2886276217873575248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=921840185320874974&amp;postID=2886276217873575248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/921840185320874974/posts/default/2886276217873575248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/921840185320874974/posts/default/2886276217873575248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-melancholygirl.blogspot.com/2008/12/this-really-sucks.html' title=''/><author><name>Wei Wei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10268911067244197873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/STOxmRMt5eI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/9Z4M7VeBtq8/S220/IMG_8240.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/STlcTFpLUKI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/dzZ7E8Gu3iw/s72-c/2008+12+06+-+Ben+%26+Jerry.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-921840185320874974.post-2511781195039802409</id><published>2008-12-04T07:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T07:29:39.724-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>For the last time, stop it. I am fucking annoyed already. Seriously stop it. I am like fucking annoyed till my head is gonna burst. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO YOU, STOP IT. STOP ALL THIS RIDICULOUS THING/GAMES/CHAT/TAG. WHATSOEVER. I HAVE MY FUCKING LIFE OK. SERIOUSLY. WHOEVER YOU ARE, PLEASE HAVE A LIFE. THIS IS SO FUCKING LAME.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/921840185320874974-2511781195039802409?l=that-melancholygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-melancholygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2511781195039802409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=921840185320874974&amp;postID=2511781195039802409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/921840185320874974/posts/default/2511781195039802409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/921840185320874974/posts/default/2511781195039802409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-melancholygirl.blogspot.com/2008/12/for-last-time-stop-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Wei Wei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10268911067244197873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/STOxmRMt5eI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/9Z4M7VeBtq8/S220/IMG_8240.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-921840185320874974.post-2279683512564238367</id><published>2008-12-01T22:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T23:00:00.851-08:00</updated><title type='text'>salad.</title><content type='html'>So i told Shellen that i'll upload this picture of my 'Famous salad'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/STTcW1ApugI/AAAAAAAAAc4/bE7_9753Nl0/s1600-h/Picture+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/STTcW1ApugI/AAAAAAAAAc4/bE7_9753Nl0/s320/Picture+001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275083348302739970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/STTchojppxI/AAAAAAAAAdA/P8T3DfJKqtA/s1600-h/Picture+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/STTchojppxI/AAAAAAAAAdA/P8T3DfJKqtA/s320/Picture+002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275083533938435858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/STTcsiwExAI/AAAAAAAAAdI/D1ZrVHu_sS8/s1600-h/Picture+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/STTcsiwExAI/AAAAAAAAAdI/D1ZrVHu_sS8/s320/Picture+003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275083721358492674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you go! I hope you miss my food very much. My soup also. HEH.&lt;br /&gt;When you come back i shall cook more for you ok?&lt;br /&gt;smiles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/921840185320874974-2279683512564238367?l=that-melancholygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-melancholygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2279683512564238367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=921840185320874974&amp;postID=2279683512564238367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/921840185320874974/posts/default/2279683512564238367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/921840185320874974/posts/default/2279683512564238367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-melancholygirl.blogspot.com/2008/12/salad.html' title='salad.'/><author><name>Wei Wei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10268911067244197873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/STOxmRMt5eI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/9Z4M7VeBtq8/S220/IMG_8240.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/STTcW1ApugI/AAAAAAAAAc4/bE7_9753Nl0/s72-c/Picture+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-921840185320874974.post-5597416855798804597</id><published>2008-12-01T01:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T01:54:50.232-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MUG.</title><content type='html'>I am so busy (points below) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/STOyKeG-9jI/AAAAAAAAAco/cLlDrVcoZnQ/s1600-h/HotAndColdMug.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 290px; height: 290px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/STOyKeG-9jI/AAAAAAAAAco/cLlDrVcoZnQ/s320/HotAndColdMug.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274755481531774514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, mugging. I want to die already. i wish there was more time for me, probably another week? Sighs. I can even go to the Ben &amp; Jerry's Chunk Fest on the 6th December. I know i can go, but somehow, i rather spend my travelling time studying or resting at home then to squeeze with the crowd. I guess i have to give it a miss. Sarah told me that Joakim is going. I just want to look at him and see if he is that cute real life. Just a glance will do. LOL. UNFAIR. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/STOzliGh9bI/AAAAAAAAAcw/i6daBfOHR9c/s1600-h/SB_glasses.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 310px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/STOzliGh9bI/AAAAAAAAAcw/i6daBfOHR9c/s320/SB_glasses.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274757045971711410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, thats me, study nerd.&lt;br /&gt;=&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/921840185320874974-5597416855798804597?l=that-melancholygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-melancholygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5597416855798804597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=921840185320874974&amp;postID=5597416855798804597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/921840185320874974/posts/default/5597416855798804597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/921840185320874974/posts/default/5597416855798804597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-melancholygirl.blogspot.com/2008/12/mug.html' title='MUG.'/><author><name>Wei Wei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10268911067244197873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/STOxmRMt5eI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/9Z4M7VeBtq8/S220/IMG_8240.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/STOyKeG-9jI/AAAAAAAAAco/cLlDrVcoZnQ/s72-c/HotAndColdMug.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-921840185320874974.post-3078493745057649682</id><published>2008-11-20T08:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T08:35:27.250-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I do not wish to be nice to anyone anymore, except my close friends. I feel that no one is appreciating anything. I feel hurt and upset. I shall not talk deep into details. What has happen shall be forgotten. Thats what Jonathan told me, thanks friends. &lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU ALL.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/921840185320874974-3078493745057649682?l=that-melancholygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-melancholygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3078493745057649682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=921840185320874974&amp;postID=3078493745057649682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/921840185320874974/posts/default/3078493745057649682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/921840185320874974/posts/default/3078493745057649682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-melancholygirl.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-do-not-wish-to-be-nice-to-anyone.html' title=''/><author><name>Wei Wei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10268911067244197873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/STOxmRMt5eI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/9Z4M7VeBtq8/S220/IMG_8240.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-921840185320874974.post-1619775700214287086</id><published>2008-11-15T07:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T08:03:22.025-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I WANT TO CURSE THE THIS COUPLE. ESPECIALLY THE GIRL. WHO PUSH ME ON BUS NUMBER 27 AT 1045-1050PM ON SATURDAY. NIGHT AT THE STUPID TAMPINES BUS STOP THERE. THERE ISNT ANY SPACE IN THE BUS AND I AM ALREADY AT THE DOOR WAY. SHE JUST PUSH ME LIKE THERE IS LIKE SO MUCH FUCKING SPACE AND WORSE STILL PULL HER BF IN. WOW. SO WHERE SHOULD I STAND. ON HER? no FUCKING HEAD IS IT. PUSH ME. WALAU EH. UNTIL ONE KIND AUNTIE SAW THAT I WAS SO PISSED OFF SHE TOLD THEM BEHIND GOT ONE MORE 27. NO SPACE LA CB. GO AND EAT SHIT. ONE PERSON GO IN NVM. 2. 2 FUCKING CB. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ALSO WANT TO CURSE ANOTHER STUPID WOMAN, I THINK SHE FUCKING SOME CHINA WOMAN. IT WAS THE BUSSTOP AFTER THE TAMPINES MRT. SHE PUSH ME WHEN SHE FUCKING HELL WANT TO SCAN THE CARD. WHY I CURSE HER? CAUSE SHE MADE ME LOSE MY FUCKING GRIP ON THE HANDLE AND I NEARLY FELL. YEA AND I WAS LIKE HAVING 2 LEFT LEGS. DANCING EH. I STARE AT HER AND SHE COULDNT GIVE A DAMN. SHE ACT LIKE SHE FUCKING OWE THE BUS. I WAS ABOUT TO POINT MY MIDDLE FINGER AT HER BUT PROBABLY SHE WILL BE LIKE WHAT THE HELL IS THAT. FUCKER. WALAU. I DAMN ANGRY. NO POINT COOLING DOWN. NO SPACE WANT TO SQUEEZE. IF YOU LOOK APOLOGETIC NVM. YOU THINK YOU QUEEN IS IT. BASKET. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM SO BLOODY PISSED OFF.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/921840185320874974-1619775700214287086?l=that-melancholygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-melancholygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1619775700214287086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=921840185320874974&amp;postID=1619775700214287086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/921840185320874974/posts/default/1619775700214287086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/921840185320874974/posts/default/1619775700214287086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-melancholygirl.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-want-to-curse-this-couple.html' title=''/><author><name>Wei Wei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10268911067244197873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/STOxmRMt5eI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/9Z4M7VeBtq8/S220/IMG_8240.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-921840185320874974.post-8753322041697690274</id><published>2008-11-12T02:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T02:32:17.453-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Take that Mr Lizard</title><content type='html'>I HATE LIZARDS.&lt;br /&gt;I think i hate crawling creatures.&lt;br /&gt;Around evening, i saw this stupid small lizard crawling in my room.&lt;br /&gt;GROSS. Too bad for the lizard.&lt;br /&gt;I ran out of my room took baygon and 'pssssssssss'. &lt;br /&gt;There you go Mr lizard. I AM GONNA SPRAY YOU. 'psssssss'. &lt;br /&gt;I followed where you went. HEH HEH. &lt;br /&gt;But guess what. You dont seem to be restless. Thats why i hate SMALL LIZARD. They never seemed to be tired. WORSE. I hate big lizard cause i can seee that they are equally UGLY. I rather see a mini size of you. SO THAT I WONT COMMENT. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now i am outside my living room and YOU ARE INSIDE.&lt;br /&gt;YOU ARE DEAD BY MY TABLE.&lt;br /&gt;MUAHAHAHHHAHHAH.&lt;br /&gt;TOO BAD. SERVE YOU RIGHT FOR GOING INTO MY ROOM.&lt;br /&gt;I hope my dad come back soon so he will catch you. YAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF THE LIZARD IS INSIDE, I AM OUTSIDE. PERIOD.&lt;br /&gt;Its going to rain heavily later. The sky is so so so so dark. LOLS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/921840185320874974-8753322041697690274?l=that-melancholygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-melancholygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8753322041697690274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=921840185320874974&amp;postID=8753322041697690274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/921840185320874974/posts/default/8753322041697690274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/921840185320874974/posts/default/8753322041697690274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-melancholygirl.blogspot.com/2008/11/take-that-mr-lizard.html' title='Take that Mr Lizard'/><author><name>Wei Wei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10268911067244197873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/STOxmRMt5eI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/9Z4M7VeBtq8/S220/IMG_8240.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-921840185320874974.post-7340114034149184877</id><published>2008-11-09T18:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T18:25:05.404-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>GOODBYE SHELLEN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You just left yesterday. When you message all of us, i felt so sad cause you said see you NEXT YEAR. Thats so long. Next year is like so far away, but somehow yet so near. I am gonna turn old soon. To all my friends who are just gonna turn 20, good for you. Times pass pretty fast eh. One turn and we'll gonna be 21..25..30. OK. I shall not try to imagine already. I feel like shit turning old and not Growing TALLER. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still quite happy that the 7 of us all still so close. Few years back, people would say once you step out of secondary school, everyone would go separate ways. SEE, this proves all of them wrong. Everyone, we still try to meet up possible. Attached or not attached. Looking back at all the times we had together, crapping, laughing at jokes, eg, sharon's toilet incident. Really make us laugh and think that I am old. No..we are so old. Next thing we knew, we are married and with careers. NOOOO. I dont want this to happen. I still wanna remain young forever. Sighs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see you soon shellen. When on MSN chat with me! The rest of the birthdays i will enjoy for you. And thinking about 21st birthday..is Mr adelyn going overseas to celebrate or what. Or she gonna leave everyone alone as usual. 21st ok. Go think about it ade. Its not long away. Time passes so fast. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/921840185320874974-7340114034149184877?l=that-melancholygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-melancholygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7340114034149184877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=921840185320874974&amp;postID=7340114034149184877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/921840185320874974/posts/default/7340114034149184877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/921840185320874974/posts/default/7340114034149184877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-melancholygirl.blogspot.com/2008/11/goodbye-shellen.html' title=''/><author><name>Wei Wei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10268911067244197873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/STOxmRMt5eI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/9Z4M7VeBtq8/S220/IMG_8240.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-921840185320874974.post-526250203689834155</id><published>2008-11-04T07:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T07:38:02.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Right now, i am eating and blogging. Tom yum noodles, corn soup, cold broccoli. I am so hungryyyyyy. High school musical with Sarah and Aaron. Its so niceeeeeeeeeee. But i think i am going to stop watching this already. I think i hate Sarah. Shes such a bitch. Please go and ask Sarah what the heck is she doing. She is bloody hell trying to match make Aaron and i. WOW. During the movie she went to push my head against Aaron. Thanks man. It got worse after the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our way home, at Dhoby Ghaut, she purposely went to stand at the place where the steps is. There were 2 ah bengs or not ah bengs there. I dont know. I didnt even get a glimpse of them, all i know i saw one with UMBRELLA. WTF. AND SO.. they started staring. They really stare, from my side eye i saw the other guy keep looking at me. OMG. I am so gonna kill Sarah. She bloody hell did it on purpose. They happen to board the same train as us. ): I wanted to die that very moment. Seriously. I was thinking what if they follow me home. sigh. At potong pasir, Sarah and i walk to the next cabin and she alight. After she alight, they follow me to the next cabin. OMG. OMG. SHIT SIAL. I am so bloody scared that i called Aaron to talk. I wanted to get out of the train but aaron told me that if i ever get out they might follow me. AT LAST, after a while they got out. A sign of relief. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Small boy for talking to me on the phone. I appreciate it very much. &lt;br /&gt;JS, guess what i ate gelare today also. DID U?&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/921840185320874974-526250203689834155?l=that-melancholygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-melancholygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/526250203689834155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=921840185320874974&amp;postID=526250203689834155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/921840185320874974/posts/default/526250203689834155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/921840185320874974/posts/default/526250203689834155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-melancholygirl.blogspot.com/2008/11/right-now-i-am-eating-and-blogging.html' title=''/><author><name>Wei Wei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10268911067244197873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/STOxmRMt5eI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/9Z4M7VeBtq8/S220/IMG_8240.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-921840185320874974.post-5247753581306531768</id><published>2008-11-01T08:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T09:09:26.131-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And so.. I am still laughing at the incident that happened to Sharon Lim Xin Yi. Today, 01 november 08, around 2 plus, Parkway parade, 1st level toilet, near topshop. Something very FUNNY happened. OMG..this is like how fucking hilarious. JY, Shellen, Eileen, Adelyn and i were in the toilet. Ok..nothing happen. But it happen that sharon was the last to get out of the cubicle and so something AMAZING happen. This is so amazing that i think i will remember for weeks. When i see sharon and her RIPCURL shoes i will laugh till i cry. Ok. Lets start the story now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ww was with Jy.&lt;br /&gt;ww and jiayi was looking at the mirror.&lt;br /&gt;Then out came Sharon the STAR. &lt;br /&gt;Sharon walk walk walk..&lt;br /&gt;To the basin to wash her dirty hands.&lt;br /&gt;She was walking happily and then suddenly...&lt;br /&gt;Her shoe gave way.&lt;br /&gt;SHE DID A AMAZING STUNT. &lt;br /&gt;She SLIPPED. &lt;br /&gt;NVM about it. So what if she slipped right..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me continue..&lt;br /&gt;Sharon slipped and the first thing she did was GRAB..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the BASIN. &lt;br /&gt;With 2 hands. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you imagine how she did it? &lt;br /&gt;She grab with 2 hands and she tried to get up.&lt;br /&gt;But somehow she couldnt.&lt;br /&gt;She was like trying to paddle with her legs. &lt;br /&gt;Paddle paddle..kicking the wall, making herself to get up.&lt;br /&gt;WOW.&lt;br /&gt;If only i took a picture or a video of it.&lt;br /&gt;IF ONLY.&lt;br /&gt;But what really happen was so fast that all of us could not help but laugh.&lt;br /&gt;WE LAUGH FOR HOURS.&lt;br /&gt;WE LAUGH DURING DINNER&lt;br /&gt;DURING DESSERT&lt;br /&gt;ON OUR WAY HOME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WILL NEVER EVER FORGET THE INCIDENT THAT HAPPEN TO SHARON AT PARKWAY TOILET.&lt;br /&gt;TODAY IS THE DAY THAT I LAUGH TILL MY SIDES HURT, MY STOMACH PAIN, MY TEARS FLOWING AND MY MOUTH FEELS LIKE IT WILL DROP ANY MINUTE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you sharon for the joke. I still can picture how u sat there holding on to the basin with 2 hands. I can laugh it out loud in my dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/921840185320874974-5247753581306531768?l=that-melancholygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-melancholygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5247753581306531768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=921840185320874974&amp;postID=5247753581306531768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/921840185320874974/posts/default/5247753581306531768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/921840185320874974/posts/default/5247753581306531768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-melancholygirl.blogspot.com/2008/11/and-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Wei Wei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10268911067244197873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/STOxmRMt5eI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/9Z4M7VeBtq8/S220/IMG_8240.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-921840185320874974.post-4854005501087241000</id><published>2008-10-30T19:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T20:18:50.538-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday 30th oct, met up with you know who? GUESS? Some asshole who never meet for so many months. Yes, that stupid girl NOR. She abandon us, as usual. When was the last time you met Rachel, Nor? 2 years ago right. SO GUNDU. Nor Nor Nor. Sharon, shellen, nor and ww did some shopping. We werent suppose to buy anything till sales. But somehow i dont know why sharon got this 'power' to say nice what, its a bargain, you should buy. What only. As for shellen, shes rather quiet, god knows why, will usually say orh, nice what. WHAT KIND OF COMMENTS IS THAT. HAHA. And so i bought something cheap at Tangs. Its a bargain anyway. I wont tell you what. HEH. I think yesterday was a long day of walking after all. Hopefully nor killed some fats. HAHAHAHAHAH. 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cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/SQp4u8RFuYI/AAAAAAAAAcI/U6vHQdc_OdM/s320/DSC00181.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263151862382967170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/921840185320874974-4854005501087241000?l=that-melancholygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-melancholygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4854005501087241000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=921840185320874974&amp;postID=4854005501087241000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/921840185320874974/posts/default/4854005501087241000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/921840185320874974/posts/default/4854005501087241000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-melancholygirl.blogspot.com/2008/10/yesterday-30th-oct-met-up-with-you-know.html' title=''/><author><name>Wei Wei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10268911067244197873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/STOxmRMt5eI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/9Z4M7VeBtq8/S220/IMG_8240.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/SQpwqyaViBI/AAAAAAAAAaw/T5RLQ1CWJio/s72-c/DSC00132.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-921840185320874974.post-4042249027768823124</id><published>2008-10-27T08:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T08:23:12.499-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Some people are just so annoying. Today, i rejected this person call Ken Tan for 2-3 times already. Just a moment ago he added me. This is damn annoying. Seriously i want to say straight at his face. I ended up blocking him from friendster!! HAHAHHAHA. Too bad, Too sad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/921840185320874974-4042249027768823124?l=that-melancholygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-melancholygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4042249027768823124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=921840185320874974&amp;postID=4042249027768823124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/921840185320874974/posts/default/4042249027768823124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/921840185320874974/posts/default/4042249027768823124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-melancholygirl.blogspot.com/2008/10/some-people-are-just-so-annoying.html' title=''/><author><name>Wei Wei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10268911067244197873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/STOxmRMt5eI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/9Z4M7VeBtq8/S220/IMG_8240.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-921840185320874974.post-6230932780607322319</id><published>2008-10-22T00:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T00:52:10.845-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>For the dont know how many times in my fucking ridiculous stupid life i am feeling like shit again. For that very person i am sorry. Its not about apologizing and all but somehow i dont know i am really sorry. I know i am a fucking bitch, spoilt, selfish, stupid, no brain, a total fucker, whatever, I dont know. I guess i am selfish. Maybe part of you wont say i am totally selfish, probably like i want my way more. Ok. Maybe self-reflection is the best. I am selfish i guess. I dont know. I know that my character and all is fucked up. But nobody's perfect. I dont know. I am talking nonsense. I really dont know what to say. I dont want to dampen your mood or anything. I dont mind going back by shutting my mouth and not saying anything to not spoil your mood. I dont know. Probably like what last time debbie used to say that sometimes i should really shut my mouth and all. Probably the consequences would be better. I end up making myself feel like shit and probably the people around me also feels the same way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the very few months in my life i dont know how i am feeling actually. Calling Aaron in the middle of the night and start crying but not pouring out why am i so upset. Making myself fall asleep and all. I dont know. Probably what i should do is to learn not to be a bitch and all. I dont know why the fuck am i spoiling everyone's mood. I am really sorry. I dont want it that way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe that day what Jiayi said is right. I should just let go of some of my friends. Especially my guy friends. Maybe i am always getting into people's relationship without knowing. But somehow, ok maybe it is really my fault that i make other people's girls feel insecured and all. Probably i should slowly just loose contact with them or like what jy say talk on msn and it will be ok. So non of us will be upset right. The girl will be happy the guy will too. I dont know. Why does it always has to be that way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaron has been so busy. I dont know. I cant expect him to comfort me most of the time. Sometimes seeing people outside, even my friends i am so fucking jealous. I dont know why. Seeing that they have someone who actually loves them are at their side. But i cant show that i am actually jealous or what. I still have sharon what. right sharon. So sad. I guess we are the abandon kids after all. HAHA. And i really miss Cheryl, we have not been chatting for so long already. Sigh. I dont know. Probably i am also getting into her and her GF way also. See, this is what i mean. i am always going in between people.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is some fucking random post. So yea. Probably i think this is not the first time i am so upset about everything. I dont know. I think i am better alr. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SMILES. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/921840185320874974-6230932780607322319?l=that-melancholygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-melancholygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6230932780607322319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=921840185320874974&amp;postID=6230932780607322319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/921840185320874974/posts/default/6230932780607322319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/921840185320874974/posts/default/6230932780607322319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-melancholygirl.blogspot.com/2008/10/for-dont-know-how-many-times-in-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Wei Wei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10268911067244197873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/STOxmRMt5eI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/9Z4M7VeBtq8/S220/IMG_8240.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-921840185320874974.post-5555616808275744191</id><published>2008-10-21T09:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T09:08:20.055-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY SARAH.&lt;br /&gt;YOU'RE FINALLY 21.&lt;br /&gt;ITS GOING TO ME MY TURN NEXT YEAR.&lt;br /&gt;SOBS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/921840185320874974-5555616808275744191?l=that-melancholygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-melancholygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5555616808275744191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=921840185320874974&amp;postID=5555616808275744191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/921840185320874974/posts/default/5555616808275744191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/921840185320874974/posts/default/5555616808275744191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-melancholygirl.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-birthday-sarah.html' title=''/><author><name>Wei Wei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10268911067244197873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/STOxmRMt5eI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/9Z4M7VeBtq8/S220/IMG_8240.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-921840185320874974.post-4514088844091837124</id><published>2008-10-18T07:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T07:42:29.999-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This videos are damn funny. Especially that stupid slow Panda making noise. It gives me the urge to kick it. LOL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FzRH3iTQPrk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FzRH3iTQPrk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ysTmUTQ5wZE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ysTmUTQ5wZE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/h4I2vA9tzsQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/h4I2vA9tzsQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5P6UU6m3cqk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5P6UU6m3cqk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think some of you may have seen this baby before. Stupid laughter. LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/921840185320874974-4514088844091837124?l=that-melancholygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-melancholygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4514088844091837124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=921840185320874974&amp;postID=4514088844091837124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/921840185320874974/posts/default/4514088844091837124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/921840185320874974/posts/default/4514088844091837124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-melancholygirl.blogspot.com/2008/10/this-videos-are-damn-funny.html' title=''/><author><name>Wei Wei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10268911067244197873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/STOxmRMt5eI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/9Z4M7VeBtq8/S220/IMG_8240.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-921840185320874974.post-7762039543355201631</id><published>2008-10-17T08:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T08:15:06.744-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes, when you're in a lousy mood, you really want someone beside you. To hug you, lend you his/her shoulder. Today, i really feel ultra down, lousy, irritated. I wanted to meet cheryl real badly, to have dinner with her. Just someone to talk to. But i didnt want her to leave her class halfway because of me. It's just that very moment, i had to message someone, anyone to ask them go dinner with me. People that i've message all had already. I really dont know what to do. Aaron have dancing so i couldnt possibly as him. And so i took the longest bus on earth. 51. 820pm i board the bus. 940pm i am at the stop after Serangoon JC. the journey took like so long till i wanna die. I dont know what's gotten into me. Just for today i need a shoulder. I really want to say this. I really miss you. I feel so down now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/921840185320874974-7762039543355201631?l=that-melancholygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-melancholygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7762039543355201631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=921840185320874974&amp;postID=7762039543355201631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/921840185320874974/posts/default/7762039543355201631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/921840185320874974/posts/default/7762039543355201631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-melancholygirl.blogspot.com/2008/10/sometimes-when-youre-in-lousy-mood-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Wei Wei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10268911067244197873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/STOxmRMt5eI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/9Z4M7VeBtq8/S220/IMG_8240.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-921840185320874974.post-1513583578975139612</id><published>2008-10-12T04:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T04:57:09.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bday, friends, us, food</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/SPHdSlI47VI/AAAAAAAAAXo/voLJMXOLaek/s1600-h/PA070486.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/SPHdSlI47VI/AAAAAAAAAXo/voLJMXOLaek/s320/PA070486.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256225551394860370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebrated Madeline's 20th birthday at Ichiban Boshi. Actually, we really had a hard time thinking what you really want Madeline. But i guess luck was on us. We happen to stumble upon the nice collar top. Dont you think it is nice? Shellen hand pick one leh, and is like nice. LOL. Happy a not, the underwear so cute can. The watch so elegant can. The top so nice can. LOL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what we ate when we met up. The nice nice mango ice cream. The shop is located at citylink, near the underpass, opposite 7-11. It is bloody expensive. $8.80 for the large cup. WOW. But the mango ice cream is HEAVEN. I LOVE IT. I bet JS will love it too. This is the ice cream that we ate. As promised the picture taken. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/SPHexSq-iKI/AAAAAAAAAXw/-2hX3-wrhoM/s1600-h/DSCN6410.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/SPHexSq-iKI/AAAAAAAAAXw/-2hX3-wrhoM/s320/DSCN6410.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256227178525132962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some pictures that we took while resting at MacDonald.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/SPHf79CSgOI/AAAAAAAAAX4/hzr_7SfwbH4/s1600-h/DSC00384.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/SPHf79CSgOI/AAAAAAAAAX4/hzr_7SfwbH4/s320/DSC00384.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256228461207519458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/SPHgQG9-q5I/AAAAAAAAAYA/wODPU1qlkCM/s1600-h/DSC00385.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/SPHgQG9-q5I/AAAAAAAAAYA/wODPU1qlkCM/s320/DSC00385.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256228807471180690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/SPHggBDLmCI/AAAAAAAAAYI/zJKzbH7eLEo/s1600-h/DSCN6420.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/SPHggBDLmCI/AAAAAAAAAYI/zJKzbH7eLEo/s320/DSCN6420.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256229080760293410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/SPHgsSgkoPI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/NccxIGpTjEw/s1600-h/DSCN6439.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/SPHgsSgkoPI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/NccxIGpTjEw/s320/DSCN6439.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256229291605401842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a look at miss sharon's 'GONG' face. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/SPHg-OGoUcI/AAAAAAAAAYY/GhAGIF16_mI/s1600-h/PA070422.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/SPHg-OGoUcI/AAAAAAAAAYY/GhAGIF16_mI/s320/PA070422.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256229599660495298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/SPHhK8trUCI/AAAAAAAAAYg/mi8mcYm-0fE/s1600-h/PA070450.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/SPHhK8trUCI/AAAAAAAAAYg/mi8mcYm-0fE/s320/PA070450.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256229818330730530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen seah likes to take all the retarded pictures of everyone. Please ask her why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ICHIBAN BOSHI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/SPHh0I1vYBI/AAAAAAAAAYw/7fp70S-LQJM/s1600-h/DSCN6468.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/SPHh0I1vYBI/AAAAAAAAAYw/7fp70S-LQJM/s320/DSCN6468.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256230525960413202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/SPHk8IsOh7I/AAAAAAAAAaI/aM5KEeGndec/s1600-h/PA070474.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/SPHk8IsOh7I/AAAAAAAAAaI/aM5KEeGndec/s320/PA070474.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256233961894348722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/SPHiBQAQhHI/AAAAAAAAAY4/iqHAves_NXU/s1600-h/DSCN6466.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/SPHiBQAQhHI/AAAAAAAAAY4/iqHAves_NXU/s320/DSCN6466.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256230751221875826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/SPHiUeUu5-I/AAAAAAAAAZA/sXQOniRjKFA/s1600-h/DSCN6469.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/SPHiUeUu5-I/AAAAAAAAAZA/sXQOniRjKFA/s320/DSCN6469.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256231081483364322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/SPHihZ_pdAI/AAAAAAAAAZI/OrOseZsXX9k/s1600-h/DSCN6470.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/SPHihZ_pdAI/AAAAAAAAAZI/OrOseZsXX9k/s320/DSCN6470.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256231303659484162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/SPHiuEEjKSI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/UYXUGqhNl4E/s1600-h/DSCN6472.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/SPHiuEEjKSI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/UYXUGqhNl4E/s320/DSCN6472.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256231521112762658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/SPHjO4NWzVI/AAAAAAAAAZY/nawaL48ZTNg/s1600-h/DSCN6474.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/SPHjO4NWzVI/AAAAAAAAAZY/nawaL48ZTNg/s320/DSCN6474.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256232084864159058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/SPHjpGvfe7I/AAAAAAAAAZg/9GPvv9RU1-0/s1600-h/DSCN6475.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/SPHjpGvfe7I/AAAAAAAAAZg/9GPvv9RU1-0/s320/DSCN6475.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256232535442029490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at our wonderful table full of food. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/SPHhgd3qaRI/AAAAAAAAAYo/uvaYQLFYQAY/s1600-h/PA070489.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/SPHhgd3qaRI/AAAAAAAAAYo/uvaYQLFYQAY/s320/PA070489.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256230188008237330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coffee Club&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/SPHj_A_LSSI/AAAAAAAAAZo/DuXo0TAlZ7M/s1600-h/DSC00409.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/SPHj_A_LSSI/AAAAAAAAAZo/DuXo0TAlZ7M/s320/DSC00409.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256232911854324002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WW's favourite mango. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/SPHkPaOge1I/AAAAAAAAAZw/jvyyc741WEI/s1600-h/DSC00406.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/SPHkPaOge1I/AAAAAAAAAZw/jvyyc741WEI/s320/DSC00406.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256233193507421010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/SPHkd7_e3DI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/XPOlq_KgCjw/s1600-h/DSC00400.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/SPHkd7_e3DI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/XPOlq_KgCjw/s320/DSC00400.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256233443089374258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shellen being naughty as ever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/SPHlWe1K_fI/AAAAAAAAAaY/iS970KVWkDk/s1600-h/PA070509.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/SPHlWe1K_fI/AAAAAAAAAaY/iS970KVWkDk/s320/PA070509.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256234414514044402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/SPHku7B0U_I/AAAAAAAAAaA/Cr8uT22NMEs/s1600-h/DSC00417.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/SPHku7B0U_I/AAAAAAAAAaA/Cr8uT22NMEs/s320/DSC00417.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256233734888510450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mad and her underwears. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/SPHlLtEWeDI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/sTATpcuNiOo/s1600-h/DSC00419.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/SPHlLtEWeDI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/sTATpcuNiOo/s320/DSC00419.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256234229357246514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/SPHlqgG0GDI/AAAAAAAAAag/qDQme48DwPI/s1600-h/DSCN6479.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/SPHlqgG0GDI/AAAAAAAAAag/qDQme48DwPI/s320/DSCN6479.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256234758453860402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/SPHl2xMKb_I/AAAAAAAAAao/NAl8rPTTcEU/s1600-h/untitled.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/SPHl2xMKb_I/AAAAAAAAAao/NAl8rPTTcEU/s320/untitled.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256234969198129138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know my drawing sucks. But sometimes we need some laughter in life. So carry on laughing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/921840185320874974-1513583578975139612?l=that-melancholygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-melancholygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1513583578975139612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=921840185320874974&amp;postID=1513583578975139612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/921840185320874974/posts/default/1513583578975139612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/921840185320874974/posts/default/1513583578975139612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-melancholygirl.blogspot.com/2008/10/bday-friends-us-food.html' title='bday, friends, us, food'/><author><name>Wei Wei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10268911067244197873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/STOxmRMt5eI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/9Z4M7VeBtq8/S220/IMG_8240.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/SPHdSlI47VI/AAAAAAAAAXo/voLJMXOLaek/s72-c/PA070486.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-921840185320874974.post-8283338064629973623</id><published>2008-10-08T22:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T22:10:35.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am so lazy to update. I am so lazy to even put pictures inside. HAHAAHHA. JY is coming back. 3 cheers. I thought they suppose to come back this week. *sighs. WELL..when jy leave its shellen's turn. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOOD BYE EVERYONE. ALL LEAVING AND LEAVE ME ALONE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/921840185320874974-8283338064629973623?l=that-melancholygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-melancholygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8283338064629973623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=921840185320874974&amp;postID=8283338064629973623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/921840185320874974/posts/default/8283338064629973623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/921840185320874974/posts/default/8283338064629973623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-melancholygirl.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-am-so-lazy-to-update.html' title=''/><author><name>Wei Wei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10268911067244197873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/STOxmRMt5eI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/9Z4M7VeBtq8/S220/IMG_8240.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-921840185320874974.post-4719251761284128193</id><published>2008-10-01T02:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T02:28:10.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am so pissed off. What's wrong with you fucking guys. Are you all that petty. Probably 1/4 of them of the whole population. Seriously. It happened when i was talking to this particular friend of mine. It started like how i was asking if he downloaded my song. ok. Thats fine until i tell him that he's probably not my frequency. YES HE IS NOT IN MY FREAKING FREQUENCY. I just said that bloody sentence. THAT PATHETIC, NO SENSE, NONSENSE, RIDICULOUS sentence. It's not the ending yet. Give me 5 more mins to enplain. I showed him my playlist online, and there he goes showing me his playlist and send me a chinese song. I didnt want to hear the song and so i decline accepting that song. I was scrolling down looking at his long long playlists and something caught my eye. MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE. I started to say 'wow you hear MCR'. I think he was being so sarcastic and said 'i thought we are different frequency so why are you hearing this'. Well, that makes me boil. FUCKING MADE MY ME SO PISSED OFF. HE DIDNT STOP. HE CONTINUED SAYING IT. SO NOW HE WANTS TO EMPHASIZE ON THE WORD 'FREQUENCY' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU. YOU MADE THE LAST HALF OF MY DAY SO WELL. DAMNIT. SERIOUSLY. NABEI. NOW YOU WANT TO BE SO FUCKING PETTY SO FUCKING RIDICULOUS. WOW. WOW. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU SMARTY PANTS. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/921840185320874974-4719251761284128193?l=that-melancholygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-melancholygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4719251761284128193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=921840185320874974&amp;postID=4719251761284128193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/921840185320874974/posts/default/4719251761284128193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/921840185320874974/posts/default/4719251761284128193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-melancholygirl.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-am-so-pissed-off.html' title=''/><author><name>Wei Wei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10268911067244197873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/STOxmRMt5eI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/9Z4M7VeBtq8/S220/IMG_8240.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-921840185320874974.post-4496332574487778391</id><published>2008-09-25T21:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T21:13:35.988-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WOO</title><content type='html'>BEHOLD,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUPER WEIWEI IS HERE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM SO BORED, SIAN, I DONT KNOW WHAT TO DESCRIBE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HOPE I GET TO MEET THAT JONATHAN KHOR WEN TAI IS IT.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I FORGOT HIS FULL NAME. HAHAAHAHHAHAHAHA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/921840185320874974-4496332574487778391?l=that-melancholygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-melancholygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4496332574487778391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=921840185320874974&amp;postID=4496332574487778391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/921840185320874974/posts/default/4496332574487778391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/921840185320874974/posts/default/4496332574487778391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-melancholygirl.blogspot.com/2008/09/woo.html' title='WOO'/><author><name>Wei Wei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10268911067244197873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/STOxmRMt5eI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/9Z4M7VeBtq8/S220/IMG_8240.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-921840185320874974.post-2400219467832003548</id><published>2008-09-20T20:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T21:13:46.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>shopping is love</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, Saturday, 20 sep was a tiring day of walking down shopping centres, aircon blowing, and window shopping. To me, seeing new things means adding more things inside my wish list. Which is a bad thing. Spending money is fun, but when your bank account decrease you will feel like shit. The many pictures that were taken with GFs and the pizza that leaves me so thirsty that i think i can drink all my water. Seriously, after eating that pizza hut, i kept drinking water, probably i should start seeing if my hair drops, if it drops it means too much msg haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ikea and us. The journey to IKEA was shit. The weather is doing its job again, making me perspire even before i reach my destination. This really sucks and i do not like HOT WEATHERS. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/SNXC7zMFdlI/AAAAAAAAAT4/jekV_9UyVVY/s1600-h/DSCN6222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/SNXC7zMFdlI/AAAAAAAAAT4/jekV_9UyVVY/s320/DSCN6222.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248315273379149394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/SNXDawVxTNI/AAAAAAAAAUA/UEKQhO-ZDI0/s1600-h/DSCN6223.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/SNXDawVxTNI/AAAAAAAAAUA/UEKQhO-ZDI0/s320/DSCN6223.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248315805190409426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/SNXDnNNuHLI/AAAAAAAAAUI/JIFqB6nPEbE/s1600-h/DSCN6224.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/SNXDnNNuHLI/AAAAAAAAAUI/JIFqB6nPEbE/s320/DSCN6224.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248316019099704498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/SNXDyWeREUI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/BOmtRqlCwNQ/s1600-h/DSCN6225.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/SNXDyWeREUI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/BOmtRqlCwNQ/s320/DSCN6225.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248316210563584322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/SNXD96a4X5I/AAAAAAAAAUY/l2SuLvS4Ed8/s1600-h/DSCN6226.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/SNXD96a4X5I/AAAAAAAAAUY/l2SuLvS4Ed8/s320/DSCN6226.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248316409191620498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/SNXELSf70zI/AAAAAAAAAUg/qA2MYHZuU60/s1600-h/DSCN6228.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/SNXELSf70zI/AAAAAAAAAUg/qA2MYHZuU60/s320/DSCN6228.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248316638993568562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/SNXEZT8PHOI/AAAAAAAAAUo/RG2euy-pFWw/s1600-h/DSCN6229.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/SNXEZT8PHOI/AAAAAAAAAUo/RG2euy-pFWw/s320/DSCN6229.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248316879898877154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/SNXEjx7yLEI/AAAAAAAAAUw/2bxKlSsEsws/s1600-h/DSCN6230.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/SNXEjx7yLEI/AAAAAAAAAUw/2bxKlSsEsws/s320/DSCN6230.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248317059748736066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/SNXEvmqX34I/AAAAAAAAAU4/hq-CvnbBzZg/s1600-h/DSCN6231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/SNXEvmqX34I/AAAAAAAAAU4/hq-CvnbBzZg/s320/DSCN6231.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248317262881349506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/SNXE54o38fI/AAAAAAAAAVA/4mxM5k7XVIw/s1600-h/DSCN6232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/SNXE54o38fI/AAAAAAAAAVA/4mxM5k7XVIw/s320/DSCN6232.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248317439505592818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/SNXFDWdFNaI/AAAAAAAAAVI/8u81DNFzpjk/s1600-h/DSCN6234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/SNXFDWdFNaI/AAAAAAAAAVI/8u81DNFzpjk/s320/DSCN6234.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248317602128016802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/SNXFOL0SCTI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/GxzO_-VhXXQ/s1600-h/DSCN6235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/SNXFOL0SCTI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/GxzO_-VhXXQ/s320/DSCN6235.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248317788251097394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/SNXFeXyh0yI/AAAAAAAAAVY/tgRfSEFwG88/s1600-h/DSCN6236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/SNXFeXyh0yI/AAAAAAAAAVY/tgRfSEFwG88/s320/DSCN6236.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248318066342875938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture is damn funny, dont you think it looks like some commercial? LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/SNXFscRRuXI/AAAAAAAAAVg/kvyWq-MLuv0/s1600-h/DSCN6237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/SNXFscRRuXI/AAAAAAAAAVg/kvyWq-MLuv0/s320/DSCN6237.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248318308063754610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/SNXF_FCRF1I/AAAAAAAAAVo/wmQd-Zehz4E/s1600-h/DSCN6238.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/SNXF_FCRF1I/AAAAAAAAAVo/wmQd-Zehz4E/s320/DSCN6238.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248318628244297554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/SNXGNaZANvI/AAAAAAAAAVw/1JqEUOcJmUg/s1600-h/DSCN6239.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/SNXGNaZANvI/AAAAAAAAAVw/1JqEUOcJmUg/s320/DSCN6239.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248318874494973682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/SNXGX44RH_I/AAAAAAAAAV4/tpV8SKdRKmw/s1600-h/DSCN6240.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/SNXGX44RH_I/AAAAAAAAAV4/tpV8SKdRKmw/s320/DSCN6240.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248319054477860850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/SNXGjBjNz2I/AAAAAAAAAWA/X6Mvpq6g9bI/s1600-h/DSCN6241.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/SNXGjBjNz2I/AAAAAAAAAWA/X6Mvpq6g9bI/s320/DSCN6241.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248319245784043362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all for the hot weather trip to IKEA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/SNXG0-YUfVI/AAAAAAAAAWI/VpA5O_IrBm8/s1600-h/DSCN6242.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/SNXG0-YUfVI/AAAAAAAAAWI/VpA5O_IrBm8/s320/DSCN6242.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248319554170682706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/SNXHEffD9AI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/Kr9uoUTAJ2s/s1600-h/DSCN6243.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/SNXHEffD9AI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/Kr9uoUTAJ2s/s320/DSCN6243.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248319820755366914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pizza that leaves me thirsty after eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/SNXHY4s__SI/AAAAAAAAAWY/kkhujYPGnVs/s1600-h/DSCN6244.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/SNXHY4s__SI/AAAAAAAAAWY/kkhujYPGnVs/s320/DSCN6244.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248320171122097442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/SNXHkdTLsqI/AAAAAAAAAWg/5_uY3M_GagA/s1600-h/DSCN6245.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/SNXHkdTLsqI/AAAAAAAAAWg/5_uY3M_GagA/s320/DSCN6245.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248320369924485794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/SNXH5Ng7d3I/AAAAAAAAAWo/PvApAImjt3g/s1600-h/DSC00326.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/SNXH5Ng7d3I/AAAAAAAAAWo/PvApAImjt3g/s320/DSC00326.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248320726464427890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/SNXII7acLtI/AAAAAAAAAWw/ta6uvAGd1ak/s1600-h/DSC00325.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/SNXII7acLtI/AAAAAAAAAWw/ta6uvAGd1ak/s320/DSC00325.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248320996483280594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/SNXIXd8pOnI/AAAAAAAAAW4/tiaNkmmjTrI/s1600-h/DSC00329.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/SNXIXd8pOnI/AAAAAAAAAW4/tiaNkmmjTrI/s320/DSC00329.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248321246271715954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/SNXIm1YydeI/AAAAAAAAAXA/0EA5RlmanIQ/s1600-h/DSC00330.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/SNXIm1YydeI/AAAAAAAAAXA/0EA5RlmanIQ/s320/DSC00330.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248321510261814754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/SNXItRyeAcI/AAAAAAAAAXI/saFnQTCo8gQ/s1600-h/DSC00332.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/SNXItRyeAcI/AAAAAAAAAXI/saFnQTCo8gQ/s320/DSC00332.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248321620964934082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/SNXI7H7B4GI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/euyopNCNjVA/s1600-h/DSC00334.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/SNXI7H7B4GI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/euyopNCNjVA/s320/DSC00334.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248321858834653282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/SNXJJ0P0fwI/AAAAAAAAAXY/kPl71YkHjeQ/s1600-h/DSCN6248.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/SNXJJ0P0fwI/AAAAAAAAAXY/kPl71YkHjeQ/s320/DSCN6248.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248322111251185410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/SNXJT4b3uOI/AAAAAAAAAXg/dOUDAqXTJ8Y/s1600-h/DSCN6249.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/SNXJT4b3uOI/AAAAAAAAAXg/dOUDAqXTJ8Y/s320/DSCN6249.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248322284174162146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, it was starbucks for the girls. WW has mens she cant drink her JAVA chip. ):&lt;br /&gt;All the nonsense talks that we were talking about. How i miss the old times. We are all going to be OLD. SIGH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/921840185320874974-2400219467832003548?l=that-melancholygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-melancholygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2400219467832003548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=921840185320874974&amp;postID=2400219467832003548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/921840185320874974/posts/default/2400219467832003548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/921840185320874974/posts/default/2400219467832003548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-melancholygirl.blogspot.com/2008/09/shopping-is-love.html' title='shopping is love'/><author><name>Wei Wei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10268911067244197873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/STOxmRMt5eI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/9Z4M7VeBtq8/S220/IMG_8240.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/SNXC7zMFdlI/AAAAAAAAAT4/jekV_9UyVVY/s72-c/DSCN6222.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-921840185320874974.post-2522533397151445254</id><published>2008-09-16T23:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T23:36:33.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking forward to 20 sep</title><content type='html'>Hello wellos, I just ate my lunch a few moments ago. The portion that i made didnt look big to me but somehow it is so filling that i think i am going to shit or puke any moment haha. Here's some of the nonsense that i cooked just now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/SNCkIwYcZEI/AAAAAAAAATI/MZg-YxDhAC0/s1600-h/Image047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/SNCkIwYcZEI/AAAAAAAAATI/MZg-YxDhAC0/s320/Image047.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246874036219962434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/SNCkWdKngTI/AAAAAAAAATQ/OwWNL0kDZuY/s1600-h/Image048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/SNCkWdKngTI/AAAAAAAAATQ/OwWNL0kDZuY/s320/Image048.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246874271579865394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Green salad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/SNCkiw5JOgI/AAAAAAAAATY/3u-AxlZK5qI/s1600-h/Image049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/SNCkiw5JOgI/AAAAAAAAATY/3u-AxlZK5qI/s320/Image049.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246874483033717250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/SNClIVb-wHI/AAAAAAAAATw/DW5xY2fo6AU/s1600-h/Image053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/SNClIVb-wHI/AAAAAAAAATw/DW5xY2fo6AU/s320/Image053.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246875128498667634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parmesan and garlic biscuit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/SNCkvzAYcXI/AAAAAAAAATg/hgn8Ekqjc-w/s1600-h/Image051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/SNCkvzAYcXI/AAAAAAAAATg/hgn8Ekqjc-w/s320/Image051.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246874706939244914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Potato with bacon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/SNCk7c702ZI/AAAAAAAAATo/3xvw2PaX_os/s1600-h/Image052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/SNCk7c702ZI/AAAAAAAAATo/3xvw2PaX_os/s320/Image052.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246874907172985234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black pepper chicky. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all. WOO. &lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to Sep 20. WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.&lt;br /&gt;Take care everyone, Esp JS. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/921840185320874974-2522533397151445254?l=that-melancholygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-melancholygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2522533397151445254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=921840185320874974&amp;postID=2522533397151445254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/921840185320874974/posts/default/2522533397151445254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/921840185320874974/posts/default/2522533397151445254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-melancholygirl.blogspot.com/2008/09/looking-forward-to-20-sep.html' title='Looking forward to 20 sep'/><author><name>Wei Wei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10268911067244197873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/STOxmRMt5eI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/9Z4M7VeBtq8/S220/IMG_8240.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/SNCkIwYcZEI/AAAAAAAAATI/MZg-YxDhAC0/s72-c/Image047.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-921840185320874974.post-5256179511797451773</id><published>2008-09-14T06:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T06:42:39.251-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PP</title><content type='html'>Met up with sharon and maddy to shop around parkway. Before shopping, we went to thread our eyebrows. After threading, my eyebrow so so red. ): it seems like someone abuse me or something. HAHAHHAHAHAH. Oh yea, did i mention we saw geraldine and sok kuan :)Its been a while since i last saw geraldine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/SM0TMBPdtvI/AAAAAAAAASY/o7JiHuYDxKk/s1600-h/Image039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/SM0TMBPdtvI/AAAAAAAAASY/o7JiHuYDxKk/s320/Image039.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245870238169151218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shy girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/SM0TX0L8e-I/AAAAAAAAASg/DPbrd9-E93g/s1600-h/Image040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/SM0TX0L8e-I/AAAAAAAAASg/DPbrd9-E93g/s320/Image040.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245870440823159778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while still the same. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/SM0TkG74ZWI/AAAAAAAAASo/lnJqkTwjHc0/s1600-h/Image038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/SM0TkG74ZWI/AAAAAAAAASo/lnJqkTwjHc0/s320/Image038.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245870652014486882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/SM0TuPu5MeI/AAAAAAAAASw/ybWPM4kHSww/s1600-h/Image046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/SM0TuPu5MeI/AAAAAAAAASw/ybWPM4kHSww/s320/Image046.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245870826174624226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/SM0T5UDHYYI/AAAAAAAAAS4/4loUFSb5lKA/s1600-h/Image045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/SM0T5UDHYYI/AAAAAAAAAS4/4loUFSb5lKA/s320/Image045.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245871016311742850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah ma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/SM0UMhJSrRI/AAAAAAAAATA/etF8KXbT_XY/s1600-h/Image041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/SM0UMhJSrRI/AAAAAAAAATA/etF8KXbT_XY/s320/Image041.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245871346244824338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MISS LU JIAYI. I DONT LIKE YOU. YOU DONT MISS WEIWEI AT ALLLLLL.&lt;br /&gt;EILEEN SEAH. HAHAHA. I GOT A LOT NONSENSE TO TELL YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JS PLEASE TAKE CARE. ):&lt;br /&gt;YOU MAKE ME SO WORRIED. &lt;br /&gt;HAI.&lt;br /&gt;*PATS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/921840185320874974-5256179511797451773?l=that-melancholygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-melancholygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5256179511797451773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=921840185320874974&amp;postID=5256179511797451773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/921840185320874974/posts/default/5256179511797451773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/921840185320874974/posts/default/5256179511797451773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-melancholygirl.blogspot.com/2008/09/pp.html' title='PP'/><author><name>Wei Wei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10268911067244197873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/STOxmRMt5eI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/9Z4M7VeBtq8/S220/IMG_8240.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/SM0TMBPdtvI/AAAAAAAAASY/o7JiHuYDxKk/s72-c/Image039.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-921840185320874974.post-811581618601515406</id><published>2008-09-11T06:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T06:05:10.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MSN</title><content type='html'>MSN is pissing me off. &lt;br /&gt;First when i start talking to cheryl, it was all undelivered. The next thing i knew, they kick me out. PRACTICALLY KICK ME. &lt;br /&gt;Second, i went to use windows messenger. It was fine at first and the next thing i knew i got kicked out.&lt;br /&gt;#&amp;%Y*&amp;#$&amp;#*&amp;$$&amp;*$&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE. PLEASE AT LEAST HELP TO MAKE MSN BETTER. I THINK IT IS GETTING FROM BAD TO WORSE. FIRST WAS ALL THE UNDELIVERED MASSAGES, NEXT IS YOU PRACTICALLY KICKED MEEEEE. &lt;br /&gt;):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/921840185320874974-811581618601515406?l=that-melancholygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-melancholygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/811581618601515406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=921840185320874974&amp;postID=811581618601515406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/921840185320874974/posts/default/811581618601515406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/921840185320874974/posts/default/811581618601515406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-melancholygirl.blogspot.com/2008/09/msn.html' title='MSN'/><author><name>Wei Wei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10268911067244197873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/STOxmRMt5eI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/9Z4M7VeBtq8/S220/IMG_8240.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-921840185320874974.post-4894197702195246318</id><published>2008-09-09T05:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T06:01:22.698-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scooby-dooooooo</title><content type='html'>Hello, i just came home from meeting Mad and Sharon. The reason for us meeting is because sharon bought for us sweets. Yes, sweets which is scooby doooooo. I just tasted one, not bad, soft gummy suitable for ah ma to eat so her teeth wont drop heh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/SMZvzEvnUnI/AAAAAAAAARY/fTyLIGasOoE/s1600-h/Image030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/SMZvzEvnUnI/AAAAAAAAARY/fTyLIGasOoE/s320/Image030.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244001739356983922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the gummy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/SMZwA4Ybr_I/AAAAAAAAARg/LUIBJNX33cg/s1600-h/Image031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/SMZwA4Ybr_I/AAAAAAAAARg/LUIBJNX33cg/s320/Image031.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244001976556695538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is 100% DV vitamin c, fat free, 80 calories. I dont know what is DV but i know there is Vitamin inside hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funny part is that i got this purple carebear from adelyn, it is a girl carebear. HAHAHAHA. I had the same one but is a guy. Probably i can put them together and they shall be boyfriend and girlfriend HAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/SMZxaE9njYI/AAAAAAAAARo/luUxQd57Nd0/s1600-h/Image029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/SMZxaE9njYI/AAAAAAAAARo/luUxQd57Nd0/s320/Image029.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244003508942245250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ms purple carebear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/SMZxqdui3iI/AAAAAAAAARw/k6p4DIO2ziM/s1600-h/Image032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/SMZxqdui3iI/AAAAAAAAARw/k6p4DIO2ziM/s320/Image032.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244003790467816994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG. MY FAVOURITE M&amp;M minis. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/SMZx5YtTlcI/AAAAAAAAAR4/BXRLdpJTaCU/s1600-h/Image033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/SMZx5YtTlcI/AAAAAAAAAR4/BXRLdpJTaCU/s320/Image033.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244004046818481602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what is this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/SMZyFagxdDI/AAAAAAAAASA/ZMVv-kk0VgM/s1600-h/Image034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/SMZyFagxdDI/AAAAAAAAASA/ZMVv-kk0VgM/s320/Image034.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244004253461214258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This M&amp;M minis is in a small packet form. The whole thing is A4 size i think. I dont think SG has it. Do they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/SMZyc_FkWkI/AAAAAAAAASI/8FMif-EdyDI/s1600-h/Image035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/SMZyc_FkWkI/AAAAAAAAASI/8FMif-EdyDI/s320/Image035.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244004658416212546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/SMZyyyfKkNI/AAAAAAAAASQ/_7feacc0Utc/s1600-h/Image036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/SMZyyyfKkNI/AAAAAAAAASQ/_7feacc0Utc/s320/Image036.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244005032991035602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mini skittles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU MR ADELYN AND MS SHARON.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/921840185320874974-4894197702195246318?l=that-melancholygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-melancholygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4894197702195246318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=921840185320874974&amp;postID=4894197702195246318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/921840185320874974/posts/default/4894197702195246318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/921840185320874974/posts/default/4894197702195246318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-melancholygirl.blogspot.com/2008/09/scooby-dooooooo.html' title='Scooby-dooooooo'/><author><name>Wei Wei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10268911067244197873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/STOxmRMt5eI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/9Z4M7VeBtq8/S220/IMG_8240.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/SMZvzEvnUnI/AAAAAAAAARY/fTyLIGasOoE/s72-c/Image030.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-921840185320874974.post-1545321480666314813</id><published>2008-09-09T00:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T00:59:45.051-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PASTA</title><content type='html'>I am so so so boredddd. I made cream pasta for lunch and baked pasta for dinner. I am going to pass some to sharon later. So sad mad dont like garlic and onions. HAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;Big loser. She missed out man. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/SMYscYrgoRI/AAAAAAAAARA/tizYyN4pehc/s1600-h/Image019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/SMYscYrgoRI/AAAAAAAAARA/tizYyN4pehc/s320/Image019.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243927682292424978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/SMYsnLAjhxI/AAAAAAAAARI/0WBAUzA6HPk/s1600-h/Image022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/SMYsnLAjhxI/AAAAAAAAARI/0WBAUzA6HPk/s320/Image022.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243927867601159954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/SMYsxp-zUZI/AAAAAAAAARQ/9QlNaE323LA/s1600-h/Image024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/SMYsxp-zUZI/AAAAAAAAARQ/9QlNaE323LA/s320/Image024.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243928047713997202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We shall see what sharon lim says after eating chef weiwei's pasta! HAHAHAHHAH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/921840185320874974-1545321480666314813?l=that-melancholygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-melancholygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1545321480666314813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=921840185320874974&amp;postID=1545321480666314813' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/921840185320874974/posts/default/1545321480666314813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/921840185320874974/posts/default/1545321480666314813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-melancholygirl.blogspot.com/2008/09/pasta.html' title='PASTA'/><author><name>Wei Wei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10268911067244197873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/STOxmRMt5eI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/9Z4M7VeBtq8/S220/IMG_8240.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/SMYscYrgoRI/AAAAAAAAARA/tizYyN4pehc/s72-c/Image019.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-921840185320874974.post-3843536079037369307</id><published>2008-09-03T08:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T08:46:48.127-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WORK-ING</title><content type='html'>Woots, today is the first day of world food fare which is currently held at suntec convention hall. Its so BORINGGGGGGG. But somehow, it is fun to help to bake--&gt; COOKIES, Mooncake. YUMS. Best part is that, there's pineapple tart tmr. *jumps up and down. I saw this freaking cute ang moh. DAMN CUTE. OMG. I SEE HIM, I MELT. SERIOUSLY MELT!!!!!!!!! He has shoulder length hair, brown, and when he smiles, i MELT. HAHAAHHHAHAHA. Seriously, if sarah is there, she will like it too. HEHE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all i guess. I think i shall eat Mcdonalds tmr. I THINK. WOO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/921840185320874974-3843536079037369307?l=that-melancholygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-melancholygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3843536079037369307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=921840185320874974&amp;postID=3843536079037369307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/921840185320874974/posts/default/3843536079037369307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/921840185320874974/posts/default/3843536079037369307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-melancholygirl.blogspot.com/2008/09/work-ing.html' title='WORK-ING'/><author><name>Wei Wei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10268911067244197873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/STOxmRMt5eI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/9Z4M7VeBtq8/S220/IMG_8240.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-921840185320874974.post-6167471492298918292</id><published>2008-08-26T20:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T21:15:18.364-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain Rain..</title><content type='html'>Its raining again. I am suppose to go out like later but it is raining. I hate rain especially when i go out. But somehow, i still love rain. HEH. I hope tomorrow doesnt rain when sarah and i go find wii and guitar hero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what, shellen just claimed that she is smart. BHB. All sharon's fault for doing the picture as ying YI instead of XI. HAHAHAHHA. Sharon blur i also blur. Eileen also!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Sharon lim yesterday to collect some goodies for ourselves. *secret. Guess what, the girl turns out to be our primary school friend. =.= I think i know her, just that there is a very slight memory of her. When she open the door and give us, we stared at her, she seems familiar to me. After thanking her, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sharon was pulling my hand saying 'weiwei you know a not, shes clarrisa'.&lt;br /&gt;ww: eh?!?&lt;br /&gt;ww: thinks hard. &lt;br /&gt;sharon: primary school one. that clarrisa, she go gifted school.&lt;br /&gt;ww: hmm i think i know. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What sharon said came true, she was telling me before hand that maybe we will know the girl HAHAHHHAHA. And i guess it turns out that shes from our primary school. Oh wells. Fated. LOLs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps: Study hard people. Especially those with exams. Js dont listen music and study hahah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/921840185320874974-6167471492298918292?l=that-melancholygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-melancholygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6167471492298918292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=921840185320874974&amp;postID=6167471492298918292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/921840185320874974/posts/default/6167471492298918292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/921840185320874974/posts/default/6167471492298918292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-melancholygirl.blogspot.com/2008/08/rain-rain.html' title='Rain Rain..'/><author><name>Wei Wei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10268911067244197873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/STOxmRMt5eI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/9Z4M7VeBtq8/S220/IMG_8240.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-921840185320874974.post-6035470266938304936</id><published>2008-08-25T08:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T08:49:16.407-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wishes</title><content type='html'>i wish for things to be better :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/921840185320874974-6035470266938304936?l=that-melancholygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-melancholygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6035470266938304936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=921840185320874974&amp;postID=6035470266938304936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/921840185320874974/posts/default/6035470266938304936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/921840185320874974/posts/default/6035470266938304936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-melancholygirl.blogspot.com/2008/08/wishes.html' title='wishes'/><author><name>Wei Wei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10268911067244197873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/STOxmRMt5eI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/9Z4M7VeBtq8/S220/IMG_8240.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-921840185320874974.post-5990245649102519830</id><published>2008-08-25T07:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T07:53:35.142-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is help on the way?</title><content type='html'>Something seems to be wrong. Seriously, i dont know what's happening to me, myself and i. Somehow, i really want to cry out loud, scream all i can and cry. I was talking to a friend of mine yesterday, causally talking, and after a while i said something. Being retarded, as you all know, i like to type stupid, retarded things. And well, i dont know if what i type was the thing that particular friend of mine was angry or upset about. I have no idea. She asked me to find out. Seriously, if i know what is it i would have said right. I sat there throughout the whole night thinking what have i done. Before that, i was talking to Cheryl, pouring out everything that i could. she was nice enough to comfort me, hearing all the nonsense that i was sprouting. She's sweet. And now, it became this, why, what have i done, throughout my 20 years of fucking retarded life. There is this strong urge inside me to just take a knife and slash myself. (stupid) *slaps myself. Times have been hard, there are more people out there who are 1000000000000000 times worse then me. I'll just be nice and donate my heart, kidney, bone marrow, skin, leg, hands, nose, whatsoever. Why are things coming towards me one by one. The first thought was that 'i can handle it' HAHAHA. Guess what i cant, this is so ridiculously dumb. i'm just dumb, naive, retarded (very), stupid everything. I dont know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY CANT I OPEN MY EYES BIG ENOUGH TO SEE THINGS, PEOPLE. MAKING MYSELF SO HAPPY BUT I KNOW DEEP DOWN I FEEL SO SAD, SO DEPRESSED, EVERYTHING. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From now on, i am going to declare that CERTAIN GUYS ARE FUCKING, FUCKINGGGG, FUCKINGGG ASSHOLES. THEY SHOULD FUCK OFF AND DIE. SERIOUSLY. WHOEVER OUT THERE THAT WEAR THAT 2 TONE SKINNY JEANS ARE CB. WHATEVER. GU7YS ARE OFFICIALLY OUT OF MY LIST. BUTCHES ARE WELCOME. (HAHAH, Please dont laugh jy, LOL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps: jon, js or whoever, you're still my close friends :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHATEVERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR. I DONT GIVE A DAMN ANYMORE. NIGHTS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/921840185320874974-5990245649102519830?l=that-melancholygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-melancholygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5990245649102519830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=921840185320874974&amp;postID=5990245649102519830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/921840185320874974/posts/default/5990245649102519830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/921840185320874974/posts/default/5990245649102519830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-melancholygirl.blogspot.com/2008/08/is-help-on-way.html' title='Is help on the way?'/><author><name>Wei Wei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10268911067244197873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/STOxmRMt5eI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/9Z4M7VeBtq8/S220/IMG_8240.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-921840185320874974.post-5834528916393448960</id><published>2008-08-21T00:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T00:38:53.388-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LOOK BELOW.</title><content type='html'>Eileen seah came over to my house at about 1 plus, just now. She came over to ask me to scan some things for her. At first, i thought was some paper stuffs which are important. In the end when she came she gave me something small. This small:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/SK0bSRV-FpI/AAAAAAAAANc/z0ZRLWbmYcc/s1600-h/HAHHAHHHAHAHHA..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/SK0bSRV-FpI/AAAAAAAAANc/z0ZRLWbmYcc/s320/HAHHAHHHAHAHHA..jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236871942408902290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHHAHA. Her picture for her attchement. -.-&lt;br /&gt;LOOK AT HER. *laughs laughs laughs. Please, i do not want to keep a picture of you Eileen. I will return you when i see you. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/921840185320874974-5834528916393448960?l=that-melancholygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-melancholygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5834528916393448960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=921840185320874974&amp;postID=5834528916393448960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/921840185320874974/posts/default/5834528916393448960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/921840185320874974/posts/default/5834528916393448960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-melancholygirl.blogspot.com/2008/08/look-below.html' title='LOOK BELOW.'/><author><name>Wei Wei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10268911067244197873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/STOxmRMt5eI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/9Z4M7VeBtq8/S220/IMG_8240.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/SK0bSRV-FpI/AAAAAAAAANc/z0ZRLWbmYcc/s72-c/HAHHAHHHAHAHHA..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-921840185320874974.post-2382030910155603768</id><published>2008-08-20T00:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T01:08:13.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Clean up</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, i've decide to pack my drawer. The drawer that is filled with TOYS. Sounds dumb right. I have like SO SO SO many toys. This is one of my favourite. I used to collect the Esso baby tigers. HAHA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/SKvPLYrrWBI/AAAAAAAAAMs/zbl73xdcOCs/s1600-h/Photo0010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/SKvPLYrrWBI/AAAAAAAAAMs/zbl73xdcOCs/s320/Photo0010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236506786259490834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/SKvPjdmUKbI/AAAAAAAAAM0/KqeZOMSv8pM/s1600-h/Photo0011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/SKvPjdmUKbI/AAAAAAAAAM0/KqeZOMSv8pM/s320/Photo0011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236507199896037810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at my cute spongebob. I remember secondary school i made this person sell to me at Far East LOL. I dont think this toy is able to find outside =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/SKvP--wKW9I/AAAAAAAAAM8/QDByJTG88iQ/s1600-h/Photo0012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/SKvP--wKW9I/AAAAAAAAAM8/QDByJTG88iQ/s320/Photo0012.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236507672652176338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sharon got me this medium Patrick that can be hung. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/SKvQJkA2fXI/AAAAAAAAANE/ddGVBKE2bnw/s1600-h/Photo0013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/SKvQJkA2fXI/AAAAAAAAANE/ddGVBKE2bnw/s320/Photo0013.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236507854452981106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nor got this for my b'day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/SKvQT9cLAII/AAAAAAAAANM/gWI4yi3z3d4/s1600-h/Photo0014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/SKvQT9cLAII/AAAAAAAAANM/gWI4yi3z3d4/s320/Photo0014.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236508033077149826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me-to-you. CHRISTMAS Bear. CUTE RIGHT. If i remember correctly Vic and kwek got this for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/SKvQjyf01yI/AAAAAAAAANU/wVDdpXVR-CY/s1600-h/Photo0015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/SKvQjyf01yI/AAAAAAAAANU/wVDdpXVR-CY/s320/Photo0015.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236508305017591586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This used to be my favorite all time toy. Benedine got it for me. Am i right. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all i guess. I'm so bored.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/921840185320874974-2382030910155603768?l=that-melancholygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-melancholygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2382030910155603768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=921840185320874974&amp;postID=2382030910155603768' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/921840185320874974/posts/default/2382030910155603768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/921840185320874974/posts/default/2382030910155603768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-melancholygirl.blogspot.com/2008/08/clean-up.html' title='Clean up'/><author><name>Wei Wei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10268911067244197873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/STOxmRMt5eI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/9Z4M7VeBtq8/S220/IMG_8240.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hwE7uP9JJU/SKvPLYrrWBI/AAAAAAAAAMs/zbl73xdcOCs/s72-c/Photo0010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
