<?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-2311110799619929590</id><updated>2012-02-17T00:32:34.777+08:00</updated><category term='Genting was super fun'/><category term='Copymeows'/><category term='Assumptions.'/><category term='thickskin people.'/><title type='text'>Rainbow's Sunshine</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thell-wlove.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311110799619929590/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thell-wlove.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311110799619929590/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>MeL-Oh-Vee-Ee.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12274286134624560710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>186</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2311110799619929590.post-2400072946413212958</id><published>2009-03-24T03:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T03:33:47.084+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello Lovelies,&lt;br /&gt;Please relink me at :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;xoxomello.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankkkkks!&lt;br /&gt;MeLS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2311110799619929590-2400072946413212958?l=thell-wlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thell-wlove.blogspot.com/feeds/2400072946413212958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2311110799619929590&amp;postID=2400072946413212958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311110799619929590/posts/default/2400072946413212958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311110799619929590/posts/default/2400072946413212958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thell-wlove.blogspot.com/2009/03/hello-lovelies-please-relink-me-at.html' title=''/><author><name>MeL-Oh-Vee-Ee.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12274286134624560710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2311110799619929590.post-4426583892797893422</id><published>2009-03-22T00:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T00:39:07.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>New Linkkkkk :D&lt;br /&gt;Ask meeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;Iloveya. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2311110799619929590-4426583892797893422?l=thell-wlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thell-wlove.blogspot.com/feeds/4426583892797893422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2311110799619929590&amp;postID=4426583892797893422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311110799619929590/posts/default/4426583892797893422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311110799619929590/posts/default/4426583892797893422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thell-wlove.blogspot.com/2009/03/new-linkkkkk-d-ask-meeeee.html' title=''/><author><name>MeL-Oh-Vee-Ee.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12274286134624560710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2311110799619929590.post-6495605412273859626</id><published>2009-03-18T02:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T01:19:08.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;{Lucky to be where I've been, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can't help falling in love with the wrong people. (:} &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/Sb_W4IBr2DI/AAAAAAAAAqU/EfJmUr2bbTQ/s1600-h/Love+Sick.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/Sb_W4IBr2DI/AAAAAAAAAqU/EfJmUr2bbTQ/s200/Love+Sick.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314202345036044338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Damn sad cause training is push back till Volleyball camp. It's already the third week and I can see that the girls are all waiting for 6more days t training. ): Rahhhh, I'm so not in the right path now. Omgosh, I needa stop all these already. Shall just lie low for awhile, handphone's on silent. I'm not gna beep anyone {?}, i hope I keep t my words. I'm gna start on my work now, it's 12.50am. Going eat brunch w clique tomorrow, hopefully I can wake up on time.&lt;br /&gt;; You don't know me at all, i guess it's all back t square one. Your stupid assumptions, what makes you think you know everything about me? I think you're just in love with my facade, I think I'm breaking down and showing it out soon. ): I can control my temper, my emotions, but tears just don't really listen t me these few days. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Living Mel's life is difficult, but it's reality. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Xoxo my friend, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;because I will remember you, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;because I'm afraid t face myself, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;because this love is special,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;because you are part of my life,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;because it's as simple as those three words. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:78%;" &gt;{If I didn't bring myself t face th facts,&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't have step out of my shell,&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't have lose myself.&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't have live life another way.&lt;br /&gt;ThankYou. } &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2311110799619929590-6495605412273859626?l=thell-wlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thell-wlove.blogspot.com/feeds/6495605412273859626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2311110799619929590&amp;postID=6495605412273859626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311110799619929590/posts/default/6495605412273859626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311110799619929590/posts/default/6495605412273859626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thell-wlove.blogspot.com/2009/03/lucky-to-be-where-ive-been-i-cant-help.html' title=''/><author><name>MeL-Oh-Vee-Ee.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12274286134624560710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/Sb_W4IBr2DI/AAAAAAAAAqU/EfJmUr2bbTQ/s72-c/Love+Sick.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2311110799619929590.post-8064201037286895477</id><published>2009-03-16T01:08:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T00:19:48.269+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;{ Shopping &amp;amp; more shopping. &lt;/span&gt;Declared Broke. (: }&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hello lovelies,&lt;br /&gt;Mel's a very very happy girl today because I've got super loving family! You know whyyyyy? Because, my dad promised me a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;IPOD TOUCH&lt;/span&gt; by next week! My mum agreed t share money w me t buy a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hair curler&lt;/span&gt; which I got at staff price! Totally awesome! Nd my brother who just came back from HongKong bought me a dress and a braclet that's pretty in pink and it's swaroski cyrstal! (: I bet you are waiting for all those photosssss; Hah, but sadly. It's 1.35am now and I'm tearing. ): I have no idea why but just feel so /: today. I think I'm just hungry, Boooyah. ): It's 215am now, I just ate HotDog bun nd I'm thinking if I should upload the photos anot. Alrights, here you go :&lt;br /&gt;A lil peek in the peektures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/Sb1H2Gw177I/AAAAAAAAAnk/gOYLcqNFhF0/s1600-h/LGIM0449.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313482130221035442" style="width: 150px; cursor: pointer; height: 200px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/Sb1H2Gw177I/AAAAAAAAAnk/gOYLcqNFhF0/s200/LGIM0449.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is actually many Hello Kitty balloons tied t this board! Super cuteeee.&lt;br /&gt;P.s/ I'm not a Hello Kitty Fan. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/Sb1H2-YRnRI/AAAAAAAAAn0/jlZ2_IMf3lk/s1600-h/LGIM0453.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313482145150377234" style="width: 200px; cursor: pointer; height: 150px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/Sb1H2-YRnRI/AAAAAAAAAn0/jlZ2_IMf3lk/s200/LGIM0453.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had Dinner at Kim Gary! :D&lt;br /&gt;Sat somewhere near the cashier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/Sb1H3EFyzWI/AAAAAAAAAn8/Fpa8VtOt6_w/s1600-h/LGIM0454.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313482146683473250" style="width: 150px; cursor: pointer; height: 200px;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/Sb1H3EFyzWI/AAAAAAAAAn8/Fpa8VtOt6_w/s200/LGIM0454.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/Sb1H2aEhHSI/AAAAAAAAAns/sUtnzWgcy7c/s1600-h/LGIM0451.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313482135403830562" style="width: 150px; cursor: pointer; height: 200px;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/Sb1H2aEhHSI/AAAAAAAAAns/sUtnzWgcy7c/s200/LGIM0451.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After ordering, we got bored and &lt;s&gt;we&lt;/s&gt;they started t cam-whore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/Sb1Iu5G3xWI/AAAAAAAAAoc/9--20fOUtTo/s1600-h/LGIM0461.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313483105807877474" style="width: 150px; cursor: pointer; height: 200px;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/Sb1Iu5G3xWI/AAAAAAAAAoc/9--20fOUtTo/s200/LGIM0461.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I teach them t make a nicer ♥Heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/Sb1Iu1_fQlI/AAAAAAAAAok/Hjsff_UD6oE/s1600-h/LGIM0462.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313483104971604562" style="width: 150px; cursor: pointer; height: 200px;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/Sb1Iu1_fQlI/AAAAAAAAAok/Hjsff_UD6oE/s200/LGIM0462.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she love♥ it! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/Sb1IumggyjI/AAAAAAAAAoU/LxE6vd_AbdA/s1600-h/LGIM0457.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313483100815149618" style="width: 150px; cursor: pointer; height: 200px;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/Sb1IumggyjI/AAAAAAAAAoU/LxE6vd_AbdA/s200/LGIM0457.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SuperDesMan waiting for his food. ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/Sb1IuY_nXhI/AAAAAAAAAoM/8hjDvGD84_s/s1600-h/LGIM0455.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313483097187507730" style="width: 150px; cursor: pointer; height: 200px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/Sb1IuY_nXhI/AAAAAAAAAoM/8hjDvGD84_s/s200/LGIM0455.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris waiting for her too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/Sb1IvLkSysI/AAAAAAAAAos/oE_sxL_X_mE/s1600-h/LGIM0460.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313483110763121346" style="width: 150px; cursor: pointer; height: 200px;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/Sb1IvLkSysI/AAAAAAAAAos/oE_sxL_X_mE/s200/LGIM0460.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Okay, this should not be here. :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/Sb1KP5LsmyI/AAAAAAAAAo0/pL-wVD0WkIY/s1600-h/LGIM0464.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313484772275428130" style="width: 150px; cursor: pointer; height: 200px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/Sb1KP5LsmyI/AAAAAAAAAo0/pL-wVD0WkIY/s200/LGIM0464.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/Sb1KQHkuMmI/AAAAAAAAAo8/EbqVgBSPPWM/s1600-h/LGIM0465.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313484776138486370" style="width: 150px; cursor: pointer; height: 200px;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/Sb1KQHkuMmI/AAAAAAAAAo8/EbqVgBSPPWM/s200/LGIM0465.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/Sb1KQFSEq4I/AAAAAAAAApE/yqu0RYUWqkU/s1600-h/LGIM0466.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313484775523396482" style="width: 150px; cursor: pointer; height: 200px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/Sb1KQFSEq4I/AAAAAAAAApE/yqu0RYUWqkU/s200/LGIM0466.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/Sb1KQQabRvI/AAAAAAAAApM/QfvrGivNWiI/s1600-h/LGIM0467.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313484778511222514" style="width: 150px; cursor: pointer; height: 200px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/Sb1KQQabRvI/AAAAAAAAApM/QfvrGivNWiI/s200/LGIM0467.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let mel♥ tempt you w delicious food! :D&lt;br /&gt;From left t right;&lt;br /&gt;all th food we ordered excluding drinks, mel♥ bake rice w chicken chop, chris♥'s fuyong egg rice(?) and desmond's packet of fries. ;x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/Sb5s7RRTwtI/AAAAAAAAApc/0pFmszwCWsY/s1600-h/LGIM0473.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/Sb5s7RRTwtI/AAAAAAAAApc/0pFmszwCWsY/s200/LGIM0473.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313804375847846610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/Sb5s6w90WWI/AAAAAAAAApU/NUeoX-AZsNQ/s1600-h/LGIM0470.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/Sb5s6w90WWI/AAAAAAAAApU/NUeoX-AZsNQ/s200/LGIM0470.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313804367176161634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/Sb5s7yxCX5I/AAAAAAAAApk/s0VZREyWmYs/s1600-h/LGIM0474.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/Sb5s7yxCX5I/AAAAAAAAApk/s0VZREyWmYs/s200/LGIM0474.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313804384839294866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halfway through our meal, we decided t take a break :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/Sb5s8GqGZgI/AAAAAAAAAps/qx6fsTURoFM/s1600-h/LGIM0475.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/Sb5s8GqGZgI/AAAAAAAAAps/qx6fsTURoFM/s200/LGIM0475.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313804390178907650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/Sb5s8nkL8GI/AAAAAAAAAp0/7zwaXT7IxqA/s1600-h/LGIM0476.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/Sb5s8nkL8GI/AAAAAAAAAp0/7zwaXT7IxqA/s200/LGIM0476.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313804399012474978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is the crazy couple that wants t be a bit 'drama' !&lt;br /&gt;After our meal, we went shopping! :D Bought my hair curler and gna wait till next week(!) for my Ipod Touch, daddy promised me! (: Andddddd, head home after that. {I can't remember what else happened already!} Reach home, put my hair curler down and daddy was rushing me already. Off I go t the airport ! Fetch dear brother home, 4days without him is weird. Really weird, cause I'm alone at night and it's so so quiet! ):&lt;br /&gt;Gna end this and start a new post :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/Sb5whXtoqFI/AAAAAAAAAp8/I8xhAWgFbSI/s1600-h/LGIM0486.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/Sb5whXtoqFI/AAAAAAAAAp8/I8xhAWgFbSI/s200/LGIM0486.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313808328947181650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xoxo my friend,&lt;br /&gt;There's no reason why Iloveyou,&lt;br /&gt;I hope you're alright,&lt;br /&gt;Mel Bless You :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2311110799619929590-8064201037286895477?l=thell-wlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thell-wlove.blogspot.com/feeds/8064201037286895477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2311110799619929590&amp;postID=8064201037286895477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311110799619929590/posts/default/8064201037286895477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311110799619929590/posts/default/8064201037286895477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thell-wlove.blogspot.com/2009/03/shopping-more-shopping.html' title=''/><author><name>MeL-Oh-Vee-Ee.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12274286134624560710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/Sb1H2Gw177I/AAAAAAAAAnk/gOYLcqNFhF0/s72-c/LGIM0449.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2311110799619929590.post-7896096987530021826</id><published>2009-03-15T00:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T01:53:03.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;{ Soft-hearted, me. }&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/Sbvi9NR2ObI/AAAAAAAAAnc/2iI-CnENAjA/s1600-h/Reach+for+love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/Sbvi9NR2ObI/AAAAAAAAAnc/2iI-CnENAjA/s200/Reach+for+love.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313089726578047410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Alrights, it's 1.4oam now nd I'm awake. Talking t ShellyOng and Kho WeiSan, sad man. Disturb me, ): Haha. They are a bunch of lovely people lah, mel love you all {no matter how much you all bully me!} kay! (: Just hang up and yes, I'm thinking about what they said just now. Hmmm, nevermind. It's gna be a long day tomorrow, i think. Work is still incomplete. ): Mati already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xoxo my friend,&lt;br /&gt;my sixth sense was right,&lt;br /&gt;deja vu indeed.&lt;br /&gt;I've got so many things t tell you,&lt;br /&gt;i miss you so so much. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2311110799619929590-7896096987530021826?l=thell-wlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thell-wlove.blogspot.com/feeds/7896096987530021826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2311110799619929590&amp;postID=7896096987530021826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311110799619929590/posts/default/7896096987530021826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311110799619929590/posts/default/7896096987530021826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thell-wlove.blogspot.com/2009/03/soft-hearted-me.html' title=''/><author><name>MeL-Oh-Vee-Ee.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12274286134624560710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/Sbvi9NR2ObI/AAAAAAAAAnc/2iI-CnENAjA/s72-c/Reach+for+love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2311110799619929590.post-6630725734810006721</id><published>2009-03-13T18:15:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T12:57:08.687+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;{It's hard t stand up after th fall,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;thank God We've got friends that care. }&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/Sbo3wJVwL8I/AAAAAAAAAnU/yP5ooLSprLA/s1600-h/You"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312620010717327298" style="WIDTH: 138px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/Sbo3wJVwL8I/AAAAAAAAAnU/yP5ooLSprLA/s200/You%27ve+got+a+friend.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2311110799619929590-6630725734810006721?l=thell-wlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thell-wlove.blogspot.com/feeds/6630725734810006721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2311110799619929590&amp;postID=6630725734810006721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311110799619929590/posts/default/6630725734810006721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311110799619929590/posts/default/6630725734810006721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thell-wlove.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-hard-t-stand-up-after-th-fall-thank.html' title=''/><author><name>MeL-Oh-Vee-Ee.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12274286134624560710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/Sbo3wJVwL8I/AAAAAAAAAnU/yP5ooLSprLA/s72-c/You%27ve+got+a+friend.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2311110799619929590.post-1945338517011203483</id><published>2009-03-12T16:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T23:29:48.251+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;♥{I don't believe it all of these crap anymore,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cause I've fallen too many times.} &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/SbkpMmIfUyI/AAAAAAAAAnE/ONYiF9ytnXs/s1600-h/Light+of+Hope.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 142px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/SbkpMmIfUyI/AAAAAAAAAnE/ONYiF9ytnXs/s200/Light+of+Hope.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312322531831534370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{The light that shone on me,&lt;br /&gt;shines somewhere else now.}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sleepy, just feeling very lazy. Lazy to really eat, lazy to talk. Lazy to do anything, but this feeling sucks. I wna be hyper, I wna be high, I wna be happier. {:&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I wna be myself again.&lt;/span&gt; Slept for 3hours yesterday before waking up for school, accompanied brotherWilson till be left for the airport. And no fairrrrr, he got take photo with Lin JunJie! ): Anyway, I think it's because I'm sick and been sleeping late that's why my eye lids are twitching. {?} I'm unsure, but omg man. How to turn in early when all the work still incomplete. ): Tomorrow is Oh's deadline, mati already. ): I think I should turn in early today, and stay back to complete tomorrow! (: Pray hard everything goes well. Pray hard th rain will go away so I can get well and not fall sick the next day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo my friend,&lt;br /&gt;life still goes on.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I can't just simply let it go. ;x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I know I shouldn't have high hopes, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm not. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things that should be bottled up,&lt;br /&gt;should be sealed up too and bury deep under.&lt;br /&gt;But, things will surfaced somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2311110799619929590-1945338517011203483?l=thell-wlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thell-wlove.blogspot.com/feeds/1945338517011203483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2311110799619929590&amp;postID=1945338517011203483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311110799619929590/posts/default/1945338517011203483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311110799619929590/posts/default/1945338517011203483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thell-wlove.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-dont-believe-it-all-of-these-crap.html' title=''/><author><name>MeL-Oh-Vee-Ee.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12274286134624560710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/SbkpMmIfUyI/AAAAAAAAAnE/ONYiF9ytnXs/s72-c/Light+of+Hope.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2311110799619929590.post-5477365632744246878</id><published>2009-03-11T18:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T02:21:52.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Suicidal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I can leave my blog alone. (: Well, I'm still unwell but feeling much much better. Painted my nails a very pinkish yet reddish colour just now. I don't think th girly colour really suits me, so I'm thinking of going electric blue the next day. (: Anyway, meeting Valerie tomorrow at 645. And it's already 2.10am, brother is showing some card tricks t me. And he's leaving in about an hour time, ): Going HongKong somemore, it's okay ya. I've already given him a list of things t get :D Wees, I want tim sum cans. ): Okay, toodles. I'm turning in already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xoxo my friend,&lt;br /&gt;why are you like this?&lt;br /&gt;Love is blind,&lt;br /&gt;blame it on myself,&lt;br /&gt;sucha lovefool,&lt;br /&gt;just like before. {?}&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2311110799619929590-5477365632744246878?l=thell-wlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thell-wlove.blogspot.com/feeds/5477365632744246878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2311110799619929590&amp;postID=5477365632744246878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311110799619929590/posts/default/5477365632744246878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311110799619929590/posts/default/5477365632744246878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thell-wlove.blogspot.com/2009/03/suicidal.html' title=''/><author><name>MeL-Oh-Vee-Ee.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12274286134624560710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2311110799619929590.post-6865568863107760982</id><published>2009-03-10T22:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T01:28:33.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;{Is it the end, or just the beginning? &lt;/span&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/SbaV31GI-AI/AAAAAAAAAm8/9RchhPyU6Q8/s1600-h/QuestionMark.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/SbaV31GI-AI/AAAAAAAAAm8/9RchhPyU6Q8/s200/QuestionMark.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311597596908255234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Won't be updating these few days, feeling sick. ): I think this fever is gna last long, how? Just forget it and continue t have walks in th rain? I have no idea, but not gna update for a few days till I'm physically {or mentally} well. (: So, I shall make this a long long post! :D Currently there's so so many outing's photo that are not with me, want t have long long post also hard lah. Gna stop here, needa turn in too. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xoxo my friend,&lt;br /&gt;I'm fighting this feeling I never had,&lt;br /&gt;it's hard to do but I'm trying since you wanted it this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Imy. It's as simple as that.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure if it's me or what,&lt;br /&gt;it's hard t control what's coming out from the eyes. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2311110799619929590-6865568863107760982?l=thell-wlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thell-wlove.blogspot.com/feeds/6865568863107760982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2311110799619929590&amp;postID=6865568863107760982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311110799619929590/posts/default/6865568863107760982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311110799619929590/posts/default/6865568863107760982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thell-wlove.blogspot.com/2009/03/is-it-end-or-just-beginning-wont-be.html' title=''/><author><name>MeL-Oh-Vee-Ee.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12274286134624560710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/SbaV31GI-AI/AAAAAAAAAm8/9RchhPyU6Q8/s72-c/QuestionMark.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2311110799619929590.post-4546921156388141760</id><published>2009-03-10T00:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T01:03:51.469+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to you,&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to you,&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;ARY FRANCESCA,&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;A post specially for you! :D Hope you'll be in school tomorrow ya. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xoxos! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2311110799619929590-4546921156388141760?l=thell-wlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thell-wlove.blogspot.com/feeds/4546921156388141760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2311110799619929590&amp;postID=4546921156388141760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311110799619929590/posts/default/4546921156388141760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311110799619929590/posts/default/4546921156388141760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thell-wlove.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-birthday-to-you-happy-birthday-to.html' title=''/><author><name>MeL-Oh-Vee-Ee.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12274286134624560710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2311110799619929590.post-6593285190125564795</id><published>2009-03-09T20:13:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T00:59:25.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;{After so long, it's still destined that I'm walking this path w/o you.}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/SbVGDab5hpI/AAAAAAAAAms/-tDGOTmmXhY/s1600-h/Feelings.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 132px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/SbVGDab5hpI/AAAAAAAAAms/-tDGOTmmXhY/s200/Feelings.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311228360003258002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;One Word. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anything but one word, I don't understand. ): I disliked receiving one word answers, I rather not get anything from you than a stupid one word answer.&lt;br /&gt;Enough of all these, I'm really sick of all these already. Maybe this is what you want, maybe it's just me thinking too much. But who even care now, i don't think you even care. I don't think I can keep up w you anymore, I'm just gna slow down and just follow behind, tho I'm unsure which way you'll go, I'll just follow. It's your choice if you wna slow down and wait for me or turn back and walk w me. I'm fine with it, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, class today was normal. Something happened between breaks, some of the clique got stuck in the lift. Gosh right, yea. Kept hearing them screaming and the bell ringing. Thank God that they are alright already. Completed my Assignment2, like finally. Managed to sit down and did a lil facial while spending time w my sister. (: After that, talked t brother and had supper w him and dad at 12am. No wonder my eye's been twitching for the past few weeks. I curious of what's gna happen, (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/SbVKhpVgCYI/AAAAAAAAAm0/jcuLCNkelXY/s1600-h/Colours+of+Balloon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/SbVKhpVgCYI/AAAAAAAAAm0/jcuLCNkelXY/s200/Colours+of+Balloon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311233277445540226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;{Blow it in a balloon, and just let it go cause I'm tired of bottling things up.}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xoxo my friend,&lt;br /&gt;i'm trying t get use to something I'm totally not used to.&lt;br /&gt;What if they start finding me an irritant?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I should stop or just continue,&lt;br /&gt;leaving is just an excuse,&lt;br /&gt;we're just running away from the problems we're facing,&lt;br /&gt;I thought things would be normal but&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm wrong,&lt;br /&gt;would you even remember what you said?&lt;br /&gt;Would the world even know I exist ?&lt;br /&gt;I'm so so tired,&lt;br /&gt;tired of being treated like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The feeling should immune now, &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it still stings but it doesn't hurt like before,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;maybe I've already gotten used to it already. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like putting on a facade. :D = ):&lt;br /&gt;rawrs, mel is super :D,&lt;br /&gt;if you got what I mean.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2311110799619929590-6593285190125564795?l=thell-wlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thell-wlove.blogspot.com/feeds/6593285190125564795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2311110799619929590&amp;postID=6593285190125564795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311110799619929590/posts/default/6593285190125564795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311110799619929590/posts/default/6593285190125564795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thell-wlove.blogspot.com/2009/03/after-so-long-its-still-destined-that.html' title=''/><author><name>MeL-Oh-Vee-Ee.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12274286134624560710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/SbVGDab5hpI/AAAAAAAAAms/-tDGOTmmXhY/s72-c/Feelings.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2311110799619929590.post-130999254140135658</id><published>2009-03-08T14:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T00:24:20.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/SbPfgiAG4qI/AAAAAAAAAmk/njTx5HB4KEk/s1600-h/He+loves+me,+he+loves+me+not.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 151px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/SbPfgiAG4qI/AAAAAAAAAmk/njTx5HB4KEk/s200/He+loves+me,+he+loves+me+not.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310834135576011426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{ What I wouldn't give to feel that way, love.}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Since the rest of the clique didn't update, let me be the first :D Sadly, Jo haven send the photos t me, so needa ask from her when she's online ! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;No school! Instead, there's class outing to the National Museum! But the bad thing is that we have to go there ourself and the meeting time was 9am! That means we needa wake up super early. ): Anyway, woke up late and rushed out. Met w shelly and off t Sembwang t meet Nini ;x She was late, but we waited for her. 5 MRT went past us, it's been sucha long time since I saw so many mrt going past me. Reached and didn't really drew much. Left and decided t have lunch at plaza singapura, everyone was broke but we settled in Ice Monster. Ate mango this and mango that, only me drink was lemon tea. Went over t aunt'a place after that, spend alot of moolah today ): Stayover at cousin's place, awesome time. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{Psst, iloveyou. }&lt;br /&gt;I'll count the stars,&lt;br /&gt;I'll wait for a wishing star,&lt;br /&gt;I'll wish you here w me,&lt;br /&gt;when I see the wishing star.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2311110799619929590-130999254140135658?l=thell-wlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thell-wlove.blogspot.com/feeds/130999254140135658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2311110799619929590&amp;postID=130999254140135658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311110799619929590/posts/default/130999254140135658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311110799619929590/posts/default/130999254140135658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thell-wlove.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-i-wouldnt-give-to-feel-that-way.html' title=''/><author><name>MeL-Oh-Vee-Ee.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12274286134624560710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/SbPfgiAG4qI/AAAAAAAAAmk/njTx5HB4KEk/s72-c/He+loves+me,+he+loves+me+not.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2311110799619929590.post-6285554184180340822</id><published>2009-03-05T18:30:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T23:00:02.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;You got me slipping, tumbling, sinking, fumbling. Clumsy cause I'm falling in love&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/Sa_fZRFPekI/AAAAAAAAAmc/idmzS5pGwGQ/s1600-h/Misery.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 183px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/Sa_fZRFPekI/AAAAAAAAAmc/idmzS5pGwGQ/s200/Misery.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309708110868216386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{There should be no turning back, for us. }&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Alrights, I told weisan about an hour ago that I'm gna go do my work but I went to sleep. Hurhurs, had a one hour nap and this one hour seems like 12hours. It's been a long long time since I managed to be free {actually got workload piling up already} to take a nap. Hah,anyway. Had Autocad test today, quite happy cause I managed t finish it in time but forgot t add in some words! ): Oh my tian, marks flying away already. School these few days quite relax, caught myself doddling. Seems like it's free period luh, but managed t start on some unfinish work. Ended lessons early today cause we were being lil angels, left for Bedok Interchange. Went t get food for this saturday! Omg, been overspending my moolahhhh ): I needa save up already, plus holiday is coming! Oh my tian, i needa save. I needa eat less. (: Left bedok and reach home at about 430. It's been a long time since I've been home this early and actually stay home instead of going out. {: There's the museum trip tomorrow and they want t wear skinny. Weather so bad, you were jeans. Surely very troublesome one luh ;D Sooooo, mel's gna be casual. I'm hungry again ): Have not been eating proper meals these two days. And Shit man, I finally feel better and now this stupid flu &amp;amp;fever have to come back ): I don't want t go see a doctorrrrr. I don't like pills, I don't like anti-biotic(?). I'm gna turn in early cause I want to get well soooooon. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Get well soon, you-know-who. x; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xoxo my friend,&lt;br /&gt;I didn't lose nothing at all.&lt;br /&gt;It's kinda getting boring for you,&lt;br /&gt;it's you who have lose it all.&lt;br /&gt;It's just a detour for us,&lt;br /&gt;takes more time but I'll still reach the destination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Psst, Iloveyou. ;D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The love bug ain't gna leave me.&lt;br /&gt;-Period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2311110799619929590-6285554184180340822?l=thell-wlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thell-wlove.blogspot.com/feeds/6285554184180340822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2311110799619929590&amp;postID=6285554184180340822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311110799619929590/posts/default/6285554184180340822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311110799619929590/posts/default/6285554184180340822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thell-wlove.blogspot.com/2009/03/you-got-me-slipping-tumbling-sinking.html' title=''/><author><name>MeL-Oh-Vee-Ee.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12274286134624560710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/Sa_fZRFPekI/AAAAAAAAAmc/idmzS5pGwGQ/s72-c/Misery.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2311110799619929590.post-1160876677327460226</id><published>2009-03-05T00:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T01:02:55.552+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;{I'm not doing fine.}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/Sa6z7m7beRI/AAAAAAAAAl8/VMaWQKdlnTU/s1600-h/Lay+down+and+heck+care.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 193px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/Sa6z7m7beRI/AAAAAAAAAl8/VMaWQKdlnTU/s200/Lay+down+and+heck+care.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309378847359858962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{ Lay on the field and wish my problems will go away when I open my eyes.}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was great, complete one project. Left the presentation on this coming monday, assignments halfway through. Deadline next week, I'm burying myself w all th workload. I'm drawing till I'm death tired and then I can go t sleep immd. Something's wrong w me, my left eye lid is still twitching. Sis says that it's something good gna happen, but I don't really care already. I'm tired of all the high hopes. Anyway, went t Ikea w clique today. Laugh like some crazy people, they keep bullying me. I feel useless ): but it's funny. (: Ate dinner there and jalan jalan there, went back home at 7.30! I think tmr we going t do some shopping! Heh, I wna get myself strawberries! Absolute love. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xoxo my friend,&lt;br /&gt;{ Blah, I'm outta words.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick, again.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where I'm heading now. }&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2311110799619929590-1160876677327460226?l=thell-wlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thell-wlove.blogspot.com/feeds/1160876677327460226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2311110799619929590&amp;postID=1160876677327460226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311110799619929590/posts/default/1160876677327460226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311110799619929590/posts/default/1160876677327460226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thell-wlove.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-not-doing-fine.html' title=''/><author><name>MeL-Oh-Vee-Ee.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12274286134624560710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/Sa6z7m7beRI/AAAAAAAAAl8/VMaWQKdlnTU/s72-c/Lay+down+and+heck+care.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2311110799619929590.post-2547434266408426064</id><published>2009-03-03T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T00:23:05.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="clear: both; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Lovely TohKarim tag me do this quiz. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Besides Ur lips, where is the favorite spot to get kissed?&lt;br /&gt;Cheeks, Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. How do u feel when u wake up this morning?&lt;br /&gt;Tired, muscle aching, saddening. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;3. Who was the last person u took photo with?&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm, who was it ah. (?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Would you consider yourself to be spoiled?&lt;br /&gt;Hms, maybe a little. My lil sister is worst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Would you ever donate blood?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, I don't like blood. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Have you ever had a best friend who was the opposite sex?&lt;br /&gt;Yup, still good friends now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Do u wan someone dead?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, No, Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What does ur last text message says?&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to sleep now, don't sleep too late kay? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What are u thinking right now?&lt;br /&gt;♥{?} what's gna happen later on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Do you wish someone to be with you right now?&lt;br /&gt;Hah, ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What is the time you go to bed last night?&lt;br /&gt;1.45am, what a nice timing. O.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Where did you buy the T-shirt you are wearing now?&lt;br /&gt;I don't remember, hurhurs. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Is someone on ur mind right now?&lt;br /&gt;Duh. :\&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;14. Who was the last person who texted you?&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;10 people tagged to do this quiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;1)  Karim&lt;br /&gt;2) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Christinaaaa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;3) SuperDesMan&lt;br /&gt;4) Kethlyn&lt;br /&gt;5) Enqi&lt;br /&gt;6) Shelly&lt;br /&gt;7) WeiSan(!)&lt;br /&gt;8) Jocelyn&lt;br /&gt;9) Justerini&lt;br /&gt;10)&lt;/span&gt; Mag&amp;amp;Mau. (Lazy lah.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;15. Who is 2 having a relationship with?&lt;br /&gt;SuperDESMan. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Is 3 a male or female?&lt;br /&gt;Male ! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. If 7 and 10 get tgt,would it be a good thing? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;10 is a couple, and 7 ah. Cannot be lah. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What is 1 studying about?&lt;br /&gt;Drawing de. (: DMD de bah. ;x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. When was the last time u had a chat with them?&lt;br /&gt;Within one week! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Is 4 single?&lt;br /&gt;Yups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Say something about number 2?&lt;br /&gt;She's my lovely sister &lt;3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;22. What do you think about 3 &amp;amp; 6 being tgt?&lt;br /&gt;Both are attached, and omg cannot b lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Describe 9?&lt;br /&gt;Nini, hahaha. Super cute, keep laughing non-stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. What will you do if 6 n 7 fight?&lt;br /&gt;I won't let that happen, and that won't happen cause they are good friends, hor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Do you like 8?&lt;br /&gt;I loveeee her, hahas. My classmate luhhhh,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{Don't worry, I love you all okay? :D &lt;3!} style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;♥.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://photobucket.com/images/sick" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2311110799619929590-2547434266408426064?l=thell-wlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thell-wlove.blogspot.com/feeds/2547434266408426064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2311110799619929590&amp;postID=2547434266408426064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311110799619929590/posts/default/2547434266408426064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311110799619929590/posts/default/2547434266408426064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thell-wlove.blogspot.com/2009/03/lovely-tohkarim-tag-me-do-this-quiz.html' title=''/><author><name>MeL-Oh-Vee-Ee.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12274286134624560710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2311110799619929590.post-2443804874580215972</id><published>2009-03-03T11:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T11:11:01.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/Sap3Ml-eFQI/AAAAAAAAAlc/rLlt9odUMcA/s1600-h/LGIM0294.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308186169045816578" style="WIDTH: 151px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/Sap3Ml-eFQI/AAAAAAAAAlc/rLlt9odUMcA/s200/LGIM0294.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{Wearing a mask, can be pretty tiring.}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;It's really really a very tiring day yesterday. Woke up damn early for the photoshoot, very very fun. Ended at about 2plus but stayed on t look at the elderly couples have their photoshop. Super duper loving can, Mel's jealous. The first couple have been married for 34years! Omg, so blessed. (: Anyway, left w another friend &amp;amp;Chris for Ehub. Had Streets food, i still prefer hong kong cafe ): I so so craved for thick toast but aye forget it. Throat wasn't well yet and I don't want it to worsen! Anyway, after our meal at Streets we were quite puzzled because it was 3.30 and we didn't know if that was lunch or dinner. ): Mel was not full yet, after dunch we went t minds cafe near Nebo. Played some games and omg that was fun. Had wedges, tasty la. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/Saq53mC8aBI/AAAAAAAAAls/6-t4n9Q08PE/s1600-h/LGIM0353.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308259475566389266" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/Saq53mC8aBI/AAAAAAAAAls/6-t4n9Q08PE/s200/LGIM0353.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/Saq53SW9HUI/AAAAAAAAAlk/jNkQn0VqIug/s1600-h/LGIM0352.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308259470281612610" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/Saq53SW9HUI/AAAAAAAAAlk/jNkQn0VqIug/s200/LGIM0352.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/Saq53vvXyfI/AAAAAAAAAl0/IiuquA-zpUc/s1600-h/LGIM0354.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308259478168652274" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/Saq53vvXyfI/AAAAAAAAAl0/IiuquA-zpUc/s200/LGIM0354.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{Played this game where you have t balance all th lil boyboys on this uneven thingy, super fun cause it keeps moving and it will cause all the lil boyboys t fall down!}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Played till 6.30 and met superDesman &amp;amp;his church friends. Went t Tampines mall after that, omg. The restuarants have long queues and the fod court was packed. ): It's sunday, ofcause pack la. Mel was feeling really tired and I kinda had the dizzy spells ): Ohh welll, been to tampines mall so so often. It's kinda boring for me, desmond's friend treated us t Earthquake at Swensens! And Chris told me Desmond treated me my one-packet-of-fries (inside joke). Hahas, really lol when we're at swensens. A lil unglam but laugh till my tummy aches, after Swensens. We parted and chris &amp;amp;I took bus home. Oh Dearrrrr, the trip was unplesant one. One couple beside us kept talking and talking, worst still they sat behind us when the one behind us alighted. Not the worst, the kiddo infront kept jumping in his seat and his chair keeps banging on my leg. ): Cannot sleep in peace, super saddening. ): Finally reach home,  thought that I would sleep when I lay on bed but no I did not. I switched on the computer and I slept at 1.30am again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Alrights, Sunday. Met up w farid at cwp's kfc, wanted to finish up the unfinish works but there was no seats at library and we could not draw at Macdonalds. I kept buying food while he kept drawing. Haha, I did a lil sketch of the house and my fish is finishing. Yayness, and then wanted t wait for Jared&amp;amp; Deanna t come but they will most likely reached at 7+ going 8pm so we told Jared not t come le. Ahhhhhh, home sweet home man.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Monday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;School was dull, raining so so heavily when we were on the way back. Shelly and me were like OMGOMGOMGOMG FLOOOOOOOOOD LEY! Like didn't see these type of terrible weather before ;x Been raining almost everyday in the last week of Febuaray to today, what a good sign. Plus, my left eye lid keeps jumping. ): I don't know if it's a good sign or what. Hayeeeeee.  I don't like this too. ): &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Xoxo my friend, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm being sucha selfish girl. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't think for others, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm being a terrible friend,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm sorry but I'll grant your wish come true. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ying Gai Fang Shou Le, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ni ying gai kai xin de ba. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;W.A.N, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;now's not the time. ):&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2311110799619929590-2443804874580215972?l=thell-wlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thell-wlove.blogspot.com/feeds/2443804874580215972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2311110799619929590&amp;postID=2443804874580215972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311110799619929590/posts/default/2443804874580215972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311110799619929590/posts/default/2443804874580215972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thell-wlove.blogspot.com/2009/03/wearing-mask-can-be-pretty-tiring.html' title=''/><author><name>MeL-Oh-Vee-Ee.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12274286134624560710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/Sap3Ml-eFQI/AAAAAAAAAlc/rLlt9odUMcA/s72-c/LGIM0294.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2311110799619929590.post-6362247636382808596</id><published>2009-02-27T21:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T01:11:36.831+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mel just came home from six-floor below. (: Went t pick out clothes for tomorrow! Mel is excited, but don't worry I still can go t sleep :D Anway, class today was normal. Now I know, think out of the box. (: Update more tomorrow, it's gna be a boring afternoon. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xoxo my friend,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;actions speaks louder than words. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder,&lt;br /&gt;are those just say-for-the-sake-of-saying,&lt;br /&gt;or from th bottom of your heart?&lt;br /&gt;Cause I know,&lt;br /&gt;those are from the bottom of Mel's heart. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2311110799619929590-6362247636382808596?l=thell-wlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thell-wlove.blogspot.com/feeds/6362247636382808596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2311110799619929590&amp;postID=6362247636382808596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311110799619929590/posts/default/6362247636382808596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311110799619929590/posts/default/6362247636382808596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thell-wlove.blogspot.com/2009/02/mel-just-came-home-from-six-floor-below.html' title=''/><author><name>MeL-Oh-Vee-Ee.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12274286134624560710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2311110799619929590.post-5361928775427954599</id><published>2009-02-26T22:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T00:40:30.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;{I can't help but take lil peeks.} &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/SabA_CmZTFI/AAAAAAAAAlU/vHs-n8pXVY0/s1600-h/LGIM0317.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/SabA_CmZTFI/AAAAAAAAAlU/vHs-n8pXVY0/s200/LGIM0317.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307141400164912210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have options to choose from,&lt;br /&gt;it's a lil unfair.):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Alright, today was shiokness. (: Came t class a little later, was a good girl today cause I sat there and tried my best t complete th assignment. Many people thought it was a test but it was not! ): No grades given! No fairrrrr, but after sitting there for 5hours +breaks and everything. Mel's work is still uncompleted. Spotted big big big mistake so had t stop nd really think about it. Thanks t teacher for moving my things around so that everything was right. :D More and more test and deadlines coming in, hopefully I can make use of training time to comeplete all my stuff! (: Hurhurs, let's just hope that mel's not lazy enough t complete it! ;D It's pretty late, i think i injured my middle finger, ): during drop ball time. Gosh, hurts like omg. Andandand, I don't know how t live w/o Volleyball! Hopefully, I get better in 3week times. Get well in time for volleyball camp, I'm not sure if I'm going anot yo. ;x Dilema can, it's so so arugh t be stucked. Like just now, those lovely ones should know why I was stuck ya. I don't like cannnnnn. ): Goodnights, goodbye for 3weeks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Mel did something very very great, hahas. I created a new nick name for chirstina's boyfriend, desmond. You know what nick is it? It'ssssss &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;SuperDesman! Sounds like Desmond but it's Desman. Cause theyre kinda in the Superman and Supergirl thingy, so yah. SuperDesMan, here's your post! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And there's my 'emo emo' post! :X &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xoxo my friend,&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry t disagree w you.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry t go against you.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for not listening.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorrying t tell you that,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm already in that hole. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can't really get myself out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;3.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;!--3. &lt;/span--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;!--3{?} &lt;/span--&gt;&lt;!--3 (?)   &lt;/span--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2311110799619929590-5361928775427954599?l=thell-wlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thell-wlove.blogspot.com/feeds/5361928775427954599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2311110799619929590&amp;postID=5361928775427954599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311110799619929590/posts/default/5361928775427954599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311110799619929590/posts/default/5361928775427954599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thell-wlove.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-cant-help-but-take-lil-peeks.html' title=''/><author><name>MeL-Oh-Vee-Ee.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12274286134624560710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/SabA_CmZTFI/AAAAAAAAAlU/vHs-n8pXVY0/s72-c/LGIM0317.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2311110799619929590.post-5137659162945312563</id><published>2009-02-25T21:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T23:27:00.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;{Mel's tired of putting up a facade.}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/SaVdYVE3MVI/AAAAAAAAAlM/tsh9qw8XbrI/s1600-h/Butterflies+lover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/SaVdYVE3MVI/AAAAAAAAAlM/tsh9qw8XbrI/s200/Butterflies+lover.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306750408481780050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Life's been very very dull these days. Been very tired, tired of things I shouldn't be bothering about. Test and projects are coming up, loads of uncompleted work left. Deadlines missed, marks deducted. ): I'm gna do all my work after thursday, more time cause it will be the last training already. ): 3weeks of no volleyball, no teammates. Omg sadness, plus I cannot eat like I want to already! ): Mel's unhappy when she can't feast. Anyway, projects are piling up and I'm all confused about this again. ): Booyahs, it's 1122pm now.&lt;br /&gt;Rahhhhhs, computer lessons tomorrow really will sucks. Aiyohhhhhhh, I don't like. I suddenly feel like having Ajisen Ramen. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xoxo my friend,&lt;br /&gt;you thought that I was strong enough t stand up from my fall,&lt;br /&gt;think again.&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't want to be like cinderella,&lt;br /&gt;if my fairytale doesn't consist of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2311110799619929590-5137659162945312563?l=thell-wlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thell-wlove.blogspot.com/feeds/5137659162945312563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2311110799619929590&amp;postID=5137659162945312563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311110799619929590/posts/default/5137659162945312563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311110799619929590/posts/default/5137659162945312563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thell-wlove.blogspot.com/2009/02/mels-tired-of-putting-up-facade.html' title=''/><author><name>MeL-Oh-Vee-Ee.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12274286134624560710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/SaVdYVE3MVI/AAAAAAAAAlM/tsh9qw8XbrI/s72-c/Butterflies+lover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2311110799619929590.post-5597750380954462294</id><published>2009-02-24T21:12:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T22:41:03.769+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>{False Pretense.}&lt;br /&gt;Empty Promises, I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;White lies, just hidden beneath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Caution: Long Post Ahead, Wordy post filled w peekstures! :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just came back from visiting a bunch of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;withlove clique's&lt;/span&gt; blog. Actually, I went to 'steal' the SandCastle building day pictures :D So let's see what do I have here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/SaP6bmqFenI/AAAAAAAAAjE/v65RWHALhcU/s1600-h/BlueSC1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/SaP6bmqFenI/AAAAAAAAAjE/v65RWHALhcU/s200/BlueSC1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306360138113055346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mel spend most of her time on this mouth-turned-frog entrance. It look pretty fierce when we started doing it. Then Ms Gan told me to add shape to the cheek bone to make it stand out. Now it looks like it's smiling! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/SaP6b70XBmI/AAAAAAAAAjM/_KiYOfyhZvk/s1600-h/BlueSC2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/SaP6b70XBmI/AAAAAAAAAjM/_KiYOfyhZvk/s200/BlueSC2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306360143793292898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then this is the Fast Food thingy, very cool cause they managed to make holes here and there. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/SaP6b2zyOhI/AAAAAAAAAjU/d_IQO-02ZwE/s1600-h/BlueSC3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/SaP6b2zyOhI/AAAAAAAAAjU/d_IQO-02ZwE/s200/BlueSC3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306360142448704018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there's the rest of the sand castles on the left hand side, that's a ferris wheel btw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/SaP6bzN7nlI/AAAAAAAAAjc/tewDBckwMXU/s1600-h/BlueSC4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/SaP6bzN7nlI/AAAAAAAAAjc/tewDBckwMXU/s200/BlueSC4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306360141484629586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/SaP6cLZIshI/AAAAAAAAAjk/PSpY4IcLjIU/s1600-h/BlueSC5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/SaP6cLZIshI/AAAAAAAAAjk/PSpY4IcLjIU/s200/BlueSC5.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306360147974074898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was done by the Castle Can Fly(?) team, very very veryyyy pretty. *Drop Jaw*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm too tired to really elaborate, these are the rest of all the photos I got. :D Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/SaP9AmFSPEI/AAAAAAAAAkM/yuY6Mw-xFAY/s1600-h/RedSC5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/SaP9AmFSPEI/AAAAAAAAAkM/yuY6Mw-xFAY/s200/RedSC5.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306362972637117506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/SaP9AlmDVII/AAAAAAAAAkE/8bpAqQzBF40/s1600-h/RedSC4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/SaP9AlmDVII/AAAAAAAAAkE/8bpAqQzBF40/s200/RedSC4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306362972506117250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/SaP9Alwx53I/AAAAAAAAAj8/FoxGC_knW4E/s1600-h/RedSC3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/SaP9Alwx53I/AAAAAAAAAj8/FoxGC_knW4E/s200/RedSC3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306362972551112562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/SaP9AXcJwVI/AAAAAAAAAj0/Cz2Ils2GoU4/s1600-h/RedSC2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/SaP9AXcJwVI/AAAAAAAAAj0/Cz2Ils2GoU4/s200/RedSC2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306362968706498898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/SaP9AXrwlAI/AAAAAAAAAjs/yRgVRaSCDcs/s1600-h/RedSC1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/SaP9AXrwlAI/AAAAAAAAAjs/yRgVRaSCDcs/s200/RedSC1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306362968771957762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/SaP9erFbiiI/AAAAAAAAAkU/z8xNvxT1tJQ/s1600-h/RedSC6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/SaP9erFbiiI/AAAAAAAAAkU/z8xNvxT1tJQ/s200/RedSC6.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306363489375980066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mel really like this 'Cute' octopus, the shape and the curves, I like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next Up, catch up with Chris. Went for church six floor below, hahas. Slacked there after 'service' and went for lunch w her. Met her after going home t shower and out we go again! :D We went to town, and we didn't spend money on clothes! (: I forgot where we went but here's the photo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had Hong Kong Cafe for dinner again! :D Ultimate Loveeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/SaQB1CUpSKI/AAAAAAAAAkc/uYRtvvSywNc/s1600-h/LGIM0313.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/SaQB1CUpSKI/AAAAAAAAAkc/uYRtvvSywNc/s200/LGIM0313.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306368271617444002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/SaQB1ZWkjzI/AAAAAAAAAkk/0924TaQ16ig/s1600-h/LGIM0314.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/SaQB1ZWkjzI/AAAAAAAAAkk/0924TaQ16ig/s200/LGIM0314.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306368277799538482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/SaQB1VamT2I/AAAAAAAAAks/z4tlo6W_isU/s1600-h/LGIM0317.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/SaQB1VamT2I/AAAAAAAAAks/z4tlo6W_isU/s200/LGIM0317.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306368276742688610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us pondering over what to eat. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/SaQB1aTYE9I/AAAAAAAAAk0/Qxna6UFwQEM/s1600-h/LGIM0324.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/SaQB1aTYE9I/AAAAAAAAAk0/Qxna6UFwQEM/s200/LGIM0324.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306368278054573010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/SaQB1oAGahI/AAAAAAAAAk8/8u_x_IrBJ3g/s1600-h/LGIM0323.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/SaQB1oAGahI/AAAAAAAAAk8/8u_x_IrBJ3g/s200/LGIM0323.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306368281731820050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had 3 shimp dumplings while I tried out their maggi mee. Hahahas,&lt;br /&gt;after finishing our food. Chris was still hugry, so we haddddd :\&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/SaQCj8KufqI/AAAAAAAAAlE/ZQFpc7VGD6s/s1600-h/LGIM0326.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/SaQCj8KufqI/AAAAAAAAAlE/ZQFpc7VGD6s/s200/LGIM0326.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306369077419081378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peanut Butter &amp;amp;condense milk thick toast. Super sinful, super tasty.&lt;br /&gt;Left the place and headed for chinatown. Met up w some of her friends t sing Kbox. Mel's having fever, sore thoat and is not well and still can singggg. Hurhur, powerful. I think after walking in the rain yesterday, I think I seriously cannot overdo myself. I'm breaking down already, ): I'm sleeping in class and I'm feeling so so tired. ): Anyway, took the last train and last bus home. Phew, reached home at 12.30am. Gosh, class starts at 8am tomorrow. And there's training too. Superhero(?), Superheros do need their rest. They do break down you know? Soooo, I'm turning in early today. Lastest 11pm at bed. (: It's 10.35 now, I'm left w 25 mins here.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to take my pain killers and then turn in, hehhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xoxo my friend,&lt;br /&gt;I miss you like it's been a few billion years since we last met.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how am I suppose to survive th up coming months, weeks, days.&lt;br /&gt;I'm still not sure,&lt;br /&gt;I still haven't decide. ):&lt;br /&gt;I'm still unwell! ):&lt;br /&gt;Double unHappiness. {?}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I might lie to the world, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lie to my friends, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but how can I ever lie t myself? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2311110799619929590-5597750380954462294?l=thell-wlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thell-wlove.blogspot.com/feeds/5597750380954462294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2311110799619929590&amp;postID=5597750380954462294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311110799619929590/posts/default/5597750380954462294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311110799619929590/posts/default/5597750380954462294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thell-wlove.blogspot.com/2009/02/false-pretense.html' title=''/><author><name>MeL-Oh-Vee-Ee.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12274286134624560710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/SaP6bmqFenI/AAAAAAAAAjE/v65RWHALhcU/s72-c/BlueSC1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2311110799619929590.post-9007319832312265615</id><published>2009-02-24T00:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T01:00:30.231+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Helloooooos Lovelies.&lt;br /&gt;Today is SandCastle building day at EastCoast Park! :D&lt;br /&gt;Mel's tearing and super tired, I think I'm gna briefly tell you what happened.&lt;br /&gt;I got sun burnt and I don't know what I did during the sand castle thingy, I think I's a frog, if was it a Chiquita or what. Looks kinda evil but there was this guy that says it looks cute. Thanks Ms Gan for the drink, really had enough plain water. It was super hot hot hot. ): It started raining heavily after we finish building! ):Went for lunch with Joy, Shelly,Weisan( Evil, kept bullying me!) Deanna, Justerini. Another group came to wait for Deanna cause they wanted t go cycling, (This type of weather!) while we went home. Super cold in the bus, mel was freezing cannnnn. I think I got fever already. Omg, took hot hot hot shower and rushed abit cause was late for training already. Saw GuiLuan and walked w her to school, thanks for her donut ya. Training was alright today, hehx(?). Left early today, with Alondra and GuiLuan. Was effing tired, because yesterday was a shopping day with Chris. I didn't spend my moolahhh on any clothings! Daddy actually texted me t tell me not t get clothings cause we have not enough hangers. ): So, majority of my moolahh was spent on Food. HongKong cafe is total Love. Ate and slacked and waiting for her friend who didn't turn up. Left for K-box at chinatown, woohooos. (: Highness!~ reached home at 12.30 ): Needa wake up at 5.3oam for the sandcastle building( today). Not enough sleep, I'm wondering if I want/should go school tomorrow anot. There's PE and there's computer class tomorrow ): Boohoos. ):&lt;br /&gt;{There's pictures, I'm tired. I'll post them up tomorrow! :D }&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xoxo my friend,&lt;br /&gt;What goes around comes around,&lt;br /&gt;it's called Karma.&lt;br /&gt;I won't put up a front,&lt;br /&gt;I can't be like this forever.&lt;br /&gt;Are you really really reallyyyy happy w what you got now?&lt;br /&gt;Is it real or is it just for a show?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2311110799619929590-9007319832312265615?l=thell-wlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thell-wlove.blogspot.com/feeds/9007319832312265615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2311110799619929590&amp;postID=9007319832312265615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311110799619929590/posts/default/9007319832312265615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311110799619929590/posts/default/9007319832312265615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thell-wlove.blogspot.com/2009/02/helloooooos-lovelies.html' title=''/><author><name>MeL-Oh-Vee-Ee.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12274286134624560710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2311110799619929590.post-1144153493458075485</id><published>2009-02-23T23:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T00:22:52.762+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Love, Like, Adore, Admire. ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like Mel Defineeee:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Like; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to regard with favor; have a kindly or friendly feeling for (a person, group, etc.); find attractive: &lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;His parents like me and I like them.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Love; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a profoundly tender, passionate affection for another person.&lt;br /&gt;a feeling of warm personal attachment or deep affection, as for a parent, child, or friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Admire; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To regard with pleasure, wonder, and approval.&lt;br /&gt;To have a high opinion of; esteem or respect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Adore; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to regard with the utmost esteem, love, and respect; honor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got it ? :D&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="dnindex"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2311110799619929590-1144153493458075485?l=thell-wlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thell-wlove.blogspot.com/feeds/1144153493458075485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2311110799619929590&amp;postID=1144153493458075485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311110799619929590/posts/default/1144153493458075485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311110799619929590/posts/default/1144153493458075485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thell-wlove.blogspot.com/2009/02/love-like-adore-admire.html' title=''/><author><name>MeL-Oh-Vee-Ee.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12274286134624560710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2311110799619929590.post-1499827620151388430</id><published>2009-02-21T22:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T23:57:12.869+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I want nobody, nobody but you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is so addictive. ;D Mel's been a good girl today, stayed home the whole day to complete Mr Oh's work. Farid say until so easy, just sit down, relaxed, on mosic and start to draw. ): I hate shading, so I started on the scenery one. (: Ohhh dear, I think i'll continue tomorrow. Brother is nagging me to sleep. (: And and and, I complete all the notes in facebook! :D Yayness, I'm gna learn how to make a brownie cakeeee. Booyahhhh. At least I know I'm trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xoxo my friend,&lt;br /&gt;You make me wanna surrender my soul&lt;br /&gt;I know this is a feeling that i just cant fight,&lt;br /&gt;you're the first and last thing on my mind.&lt;br /&gt;Well i know that these feelings wont end now,&lt;br /&gt;Baby i'm tired of being friends,&lt;br /&gt;and could you tell me do you feel my pain?&lt;br /&gt;Dont leave me in doubt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;You make me wanna &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♥.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2311110799619929590-1499827620151388430?l=thell-wlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thell-wlove.blogspot.com/feeds/1499827620151388430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2311110799619929590&amp;postID=1499827620151388430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311110799619929590/posts/default/1499827620151388430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311110799619929590/posts/default/1499827620151388430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thell-wlove.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-want-nobody-nobody-but-you.html' title=''/><author><name>MeL-Oh-Vee-Ee.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12274286134624560710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2311110799619929590.post-5059372976481440643</id><published>2009-02-20T23:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T01:09:27.537+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>New post, it's already a new day! :D Over 12am already, woohoo. Mel's having a lil headache looking at all the art work I have to complete before deadline. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/SZ7id6cda0I/AAAAAAAAAi8/5rb76S2Cgqw/s1600-h/Image55.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/SZ7id6cda0I/AAAAAAAAAi8/5rb76S2Cgqw/s200/Image55.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304926414621731650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{Peace}. Electric Blue, craziness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♥.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized that my sixth sense is very accurate,&lt;br /&gt;my dreams come true,&lt;br /&gt;i have deja vu(s).&lt;br /&gt;Flashbacks come to haunt me,&lt;br /&gt;this ain't the first time,&lt;br /&gt;yet I'm alright with getting this treatment again and again.&lt;br /&gt;Blame it on me being so dumb,&lt;br /&gt;falling for the same thing,&lt;br /&gt;believing and trusting so easily.&lt;br /&gt;Blame it on myself,&lt;br /&gt;for being such a goon,&lt;br /&gt;for being late in love.&lt;br /&gt;Seeing my love ones being happy makes me happy already,&lt;br /&gt;but deep down inside,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;are you really happy? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wna know the truth,&lt;br /&gt;this is hurting, I cannot be any stronger.&lt;br /&gt;Xoxo, Me&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;l♥.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2311110799619929590-5059372976481440643?l=thell-wlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thell-wlove.blogspot.com/feeds/5059372976481440643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2311110799619929590&amp;postID=5059372976481440643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311110799619929590/posts/default/5059372976481440643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311110799619929590/posts/default/5059372976481440643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thell-wlove.blogspot.com/2009/02/new-post-its-already-new-day-d-over.html' title=''/><author><name>MeL-Oh-Vee-Ee.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12274286134624560710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/SZ7id6cda0I/AAAAAAAAAi8/5rb76S2Cgqw/s72-c/Image55.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2311110799619929590.post-4686281280442606514</id><published>2009-02-20T18:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T23:27:24.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Woolalaaaaa ;D Mel's home early today, feels so shiok now. Accompanied Andreas, Din, Sean, Jared, Farid, Deanna, Liwen to Yishun to look for Andrea's guitar.  Walked Deanna over to the bus stop with Jared, Sean and Farid followed. Bus 969 came and I didn't know if I should board the bus anot. In the end, I board the bus with Deanna and left the guys there. ;xHeard that they accompanied Sean to 'his side', boonlay. Hahas, Mel came home, bought TomYamSoup for today's meal(s) and slept for 4hours, TYS was niceeeeee man. Addiction already, but my throat got worser day by day. It's so painful for me to actually type cause of my hand injury, I'm gna go bring my lappy out of the room and start doing Ohohoh's assignmentS. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xoxo my friend,&lt;br /&gt;Don't remind me,&lt;br /&gt;of all those sweet nothings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2311110799619929590-4686281280442606514?l=thell-wlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thell-wlove.blogspot.com/feeds/4686281280442606514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2311110799619929590&amp;postID=4686281280442606514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311110799619929590/posts/default/4686281280442606514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311110799619929590/posts/default/4686281280442606514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thell-wlove.blogspot.com/2009/02/woolalaaaaa-d-mels-home-early-today.html' title=''/><author><name>MeL-Oh-Vee-Ee.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12274286134624560710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2311110799619929590.post-2028953500114992761</id><published>2009-02-20T01:44:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T14:49:12.921+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm sorry but I don't think I'm able to do that.&lt;br /&gt;I did another entry at my other blog, Gosh. ):&lt;br /&gt;Don't even bother asking,&lt;br /&gt;it's protected and password protected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♥.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never cross my mind at all&lt;br /&gt;That's what I tell myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What we had has come and gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You're better off with someone else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's for the best, I know it is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But I see you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sometimes I try to hide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What I feel inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And I turn around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You're with him now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I just can't figure it out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me why&lt;br /&gt;You're so hard to forget&lt;br /&gt;Don't remind me&lt;br /&gt;I'm not over it&lt;br /&gt;Tell me why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can't seem to face the truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm just a little too not over you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(eh eh eh oh eh eh eh)&lt;br /&gt;Not over you&lt;br /&gt;(eh eh eh oh eh eh eh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Memories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Supposed to fade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What's wrong with my heart?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shake it off, let it go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Didn't think it be this hard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Should be strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Moving on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I see you&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I try to hide&lt;br /&gt;What I feel inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I turn around&lt;br /&gt;You're with him now&lt;br /&gt;I just can't figure it out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me why&lt;br /&gt;You're so hard to forget&lt;br /&gt;Don't remind me&lt;br /&gt;I'm not over it&lt;br /&gt;Tell me why&lt;br /&gt;I can't seem to face the truth&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a little too not over you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I regret&lt;br /&gt;Everything I said&lt;br /&gt;No way to take it all back, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm on my own&lt;br /&gt;How I let you go&lt;br /&gt;I'll never understand&lt;br /&gt;I'll never understand&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, oooh, oooh, oooh&lt;br /&gt;Oooooooh&lt;br /&gt;Oh&lt;br /&gt;Ooooh, oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me why&lt;br /&gt;You're so hard to forget&lt;br /&gt;Don't remind me&lt;br /&gt;I'm not over it&lt;br /&gt;Tell me why&lt;br /&gt;I can't seem to face the truth&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a little too not over you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me why&lt;br /&gt;You're so hard to forget&lt;br /&gt;Don't remind me&lt;br /&gt;I'm not over it&lt;br /&gt;Tell me why&lt;br /&gt;I can't seem to face the truth&lt;br /&gt;And I really don't know what to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a little too not over you&lt;br /&gt;(eh eh eh oh eh eh eh)&lt;br /&gt;Not over you&lt;br /&gt;(eh eh eh oh eh eh eh)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2311110799619929590-2028953500114992761?l=thell-wlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thell-wlove.blogspot.com/feeds/2028953500114992761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2311110799619929590&amp;postID=2028953500114992761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311110799619929590/posts/default/2028953500114992761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311110799619929590/posts/default/2028953500114992761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thell-wlove.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-sorry-but-i-dont-think-im-able-to-do.html' title=''/><author><name>MeL-Oh-Vee-Ee.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12274286134624560710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2311110799619929590.post-8965406359849200829</id><published>2009-02-19T23:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T02:07:48.581+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;L♥ve's gna get you down. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mel's Waiting. ): I've many question marks on top of meeeee, booyah. I think I might go see a doctor before I really faint on the street. ): Plus this stupid blueblack is so painnnnn, I don't really know how I got it too. Today school was boring. I fell asleep in class and had t ask cherie for help. Luckily I did managed to finish the work, quite easy to catch up. :D After training, went home and prepared to meet Liyan and Jiale. Met up and wow talked to Liyan, thanks girl alot. Reached Bishan and went for training. Body aches all thanks to yesterday's run. ): Training was alright, just had some difficuties breathing when training was gna end. My throat was not working well with me cause I kept shouting and calling and hmmmm. Was very very silent on the way back, it hurts when I speak mannnn. ): Went home and bought supper for the family. (: That scarey uncle was so so grossy can! I feel so unsafe there, arugh.&lt;br /&gt;I'm blogging now, super bored. I'm gna leave the computer on and lie on bed. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xoxo my friend,&lt;br /&gt;Tell me why,&lt;br /&gt;You're so hard to forget,&lt;br /&gt;Don't remind me,&lt;br /&gt;I'm not over it,&lt;br /&gt;Tell me why,&lt;br /&gt;I can't seem to face the truth,&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a little too not over you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A lil too not over you.&lt;br /&gt;Something like this is bound to happen,&lt;br /&gt;it's just my luck to always get into this sucky situation,&lt;br /&gt;why can't I ever be the blessed one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2311110799619929590-8965406359849200829?l=thell-wlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thell-wlove.blogspot.com/feeds/8965406359849200829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2311110799619929590&amp;postID=8965406359849200829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311110799619929590/posts/default/8965406359849200829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311110799619929590/posts/default/8965406359849200829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thell-wlove.blogspot.com/2009/02/lves-gna-get-you-down.html' title=''/><author><name>MeL-Oh-Vee-Ee.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12274286134624560710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2311110799619929590.post-3967695598957166287</id><published>2009-02-18T21:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T00:55:08.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm learning, are you? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/SZw9TZoQVzI/AAAAAAAAAiU/YU6_P6klJr8/s1600-h/Image46.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/SZw9TZoQVzI/AAAAAAAAAiU/YU6_P6klJr8/s200/Image46.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304181864642139954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's either Sun Burn or Mel's SICK. ): My pink face is now reddier.&lt;br /&gt;Mel didn;t go school today! :D Friends said I was right to not go cause the talk was super bored till most of them fell asleep! (: So, I woke up at 10am, class should already reached Simei campus and the briefing should have started already. Prepared and left home after eating lunch at home, ate freakingly little. ): Left house and walked to bishan campus, felt weird cause I was in jersey and I don't like people looking hard at me. Met up with GuiLuan and sat down in their canteen. Waited awhile before boarding the bus, it was full so the girls had to stand. I sat cause there was an empty seat right where I stoppeed. (: Reached and the weather was freaking humid, called tasha and we met up at bedok reservior there. So good to see her again, imy la. Ran and whoa, 3.2 seems to be shorter then 2.4 ;D Oh well, a few minutes of craziness with Val cause she was singing and I was simply trying to catch my breathe. ): My leg got cramp a few minutes after I started running. And my throat was so so irritating, I felt sick but I hang on. (: Luckily my body didn't give way and made me faint halfway. (: After the run, left Bedok with tasha and her friends. Took bus to Ang Mo Kio for dinner, her friends are funny. (: Ate Long John Sliver with her and catch up, left for popular. The books aren't out yet, and something true was up on the magazine! ): Home sweet home after that. ): Mel's tired, im turning in already. *Screammmmms, Mel's lil toe nail came out! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xoxo my friend,&lt;br /&gt;Mel's been thinking about things.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure if it's right to make&lt;br /&gt;my heart disagree with what my mind says.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2311110799619929590-3967695598957166287?l=thell-wlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thell-wlove.blogspot.com/feeds/3967695598957166287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2311110799619929590&amp;postID=3967695598957166287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311110799619929590/posts/default/3967695598957166287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311110799619929590/posts/default/3967695598957166287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thell-wlove.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-learning-are-you-mel-didnt-go-school.html' title=''/><author><name>MeL-Oh-Vee-Ee.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12274286134624560710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/SZw9TZoQVzI/AAAAAAAAAiU/YU6_P6klJr8/s72-c/Image46.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2311110799619929590.post-2860154497408566576</id><published>2009-02-17T23:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T01:10:10.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Coincidental? Way too coincidental already man. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Blablaaaablackkksheep,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;how many today? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/SZrurQd45PI/AAAAAAAAAiM/NP5PHHPvcnM/s1600-h/rainbow+at+the+sea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/SZrurQd45PI/AAAAAAAAAiM/NP5PHHPvcnM/s200/rainbow+at+the+sea.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303813938104296690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second post of the day, let's see. Today seems normal for me, nothing to be glad about. There's the Simei briefing tomorrow and I don't think I'm going cause I got the run at 12pm. Needa meet up with the girls at bishan campus at 11plus (?) I have no idea leyyyy, ): I want attendance for tomorrow pleaseeeee. I shall jog tomorrow, I don't wanna walk cause walk = longer distance. It's a mind effect thingy for mel. (:&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm confused. ): I don't like this feeling man.&lt;br /&gt;................................................... ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said it once, I said it twice and I've got proof. (:&lt;br /&gt;I don't like this thing happening,&lt;br /&gt;I don't like to repeat myself,&lt;br /&gt;I don't like this feeling,&lt;br /&gt;I don't like this attitude,&lt;br /&gt;I don't like this boundary,&lt;br /&gt;I don't like what I have to deal with,&lt;br /&gt;but I still have to live my life,&lt;br /&gt;like nothing saddening is happening.&lt;br /&gt;Just because I'm Mel,&lt;br /&gt;someone that everyone thinks is sunshineeeee-y.&lt;br /&gt;Someone that won't be angry, won't be sad, won't show any other emotions other then happiness.&lt;br /&gt;Someone nobody really knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wahwahwah, &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;chimology. ;x &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2311110799619929590-2860154497408566576?l=thell-wlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thell-wlove.blogspot.com/feeds/2860154497408566576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2311110799619929590&amp;postID=2860154497408566576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311110799619929590/posts/default/2860154497408566576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311110799619929590/posts/default/2860154497408566576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thell-wlove.blogspot.com/2009/02/coincidental-way-too-coincidental.html' title=''/><author><name>MeL-Oh-Vee-Ee.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12274286134624560710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/SZrurQd45PI/AAAAAAAAAiM/NP5PHHPvcnM/s72-c/rainbow+at+the+sea.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2311110799619929590.post-3892446067008275107</id><published>2009-02-17T10:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T11:51:31.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>{Insert Sick face here}.&lt;br /&gt;Wooohoo, Mel's in class now. :D Got tired of listening to the tutorial, so I'm here bloggingggg. Oh well, Mel's cough is getting worst and her workload is getting heavier and heavier. I slept at 2.30 yesterday and woke up at freaking 6.30am. Hell Mel is a superwoman. (: I didn't know superwoman can fall sick. There's Mr Oh lesson later on, I like his lessons but he gives so so so many truckloads of homework, I don't mind doing it in school but I know once I get home, it's always left there untocuhed. ): I'm bored, sudden thoughts of wanting to play mahjong. Gahhhhs, I want to do my nails ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xoxo my friend,&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what's on your mind,&lt;br /&gt;do you mind telling me?&lt;br /&gt;Blaablaa black sheep,&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to count. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2311110799619929590-3892446067008275107?l=thell-wlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thell-wlove.blogspot.com/feeds/3892446067008275107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2311110799619929590&amp;postID=3892446067008275107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311110799619929590/posts/default/3892446067008275107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311110799619929590/posts/default/3892446067008275107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thell-wlove.blogspot.com/2009/02/insert-sick-face-here.html' title=''/><author><name>MeL-Oh-Vee-Ee.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12274286134624560710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2311110799619929590.post-5646441698372927423</id><published>2009-02-16T23:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T01:22:23.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mel's sick. ): I don't feel well man, worst thing happened today. While drawing, I kept coughing and coughing. Shoots, I realized my hands were a lil bloodied. Panic man, then decided to keep quiet bout it. ): Worried Sick man. I'm surrounded by tissues and this week seems to be the worst week I have to pass. Monday training, Tuesday P.E, Wednesday Cross Country 'Run', Thursday Training and Friday O Level English. ): What a week. School was a blast, not. Basically just drawing and more drawing. Teacher said that Mel was very very hardworking cause I kept redo-ing as I had more ideas as I drew. (: Mel's confused, I don't know which one to give up one. The Team or The Class, gosh. ): It's 1.11am now, I'm gna play Feeding Frenzy to rant and then maybe turn in. Oh dearrrrr. -Period, fullstop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xoxo my friend,&lt;br /&gt;I'm laughing at how foolish I can be.&lt;br /&gt;Gahs,&lt;br /&gt;why out of everything,&lt;br /&gt;it has to be this?&lt;br /&gt;I loveeeee my new found best-friend.&lt;br /&gt;Gah(S).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I needa break, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kit kat anyone? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2311110799619929590-5646441698372927423?l=thell-wlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thell-wlove.blogspot.com/feeds/5646441698372927423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2311110799619929590&amp;postID=5646441698372927423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311110799619929590/posts/default/5646441698372927423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311110799619929590/posts/default/5646441698372927423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thell-wlove.blogspot.com/2009/02/mels-sick.html' title=''/><author><name>MeL-Oh-Vee-Ee.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12274286134624560710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2311110799619929590.post-3029065560093253666</id><published>2009-02-15T21:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T00:20:34.174+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Retail Therapy ;D&lt;br /&gt;Mel's feeling kinda sick,&lt;br /&gt;rahhhh. Fever please shooooo. ):&lt;br /&gt;Such a on/off thing,&lt;br /&gt;go away pleaseeee.&lt;br /&gt;I want to eat ice cream, chocolates.&lt;br /&gt;It's a phychological effect for mel. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/SZhAjX9_5bI/AAAAAAAAAiE/1bRJk3fHtwg/s1600-h/LGIM0276.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/SZhAjX9_5bI/AAAAAAAAAiE/1bRJk3fHtwg/s200/LGIM0276.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303059537702413746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls Day Out. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yawns. I'm starting to be tired mentally, but I want to jump and do crazy things physically. I mean bungee jump and kayaking, not those silly stuff. Oh well, slept late late late yesterday night and woke up at 11am. Gosh, I missed church service six floor below! :X Met up with both god-sis at my house, had a mini-gathering cause we kind celebrated my brother's belated birthday today! Went out and started my retail therapy. Gosh, this was not as hard as I thought it was. I bought two dress, one top, belts and bangles. (: I thought this would make me happy, cause I bought dresses and things I wanted but oh gosh. I was w.r.o.n.g.  ): I'm sorry things turn out this way, I don't mean to be in the way. ANYWAY, tough day today. Hands were itchy, saw many many stuff but didn't think that it suited me. Wahaha, I bought mommy a belt. I came home earlier and I want to eat Ice Cream at far East. Every lil things actually reminds me of you, damn. Shopping was fun but tiring, especially when we have to carry our shopping bags ourselves. ): Mel's hinting* Finally left for home at about 8plus. All of us fall asleep in the mrt, tiring la. Bused home, kept smelling mutton curry, we were surrounded my tamils! Gosh, I'm beginning to have that eeeeeew feeling. Mel's gna be sick again! ): I don't likeeeeee. It's 1208 am now, I think I better stop and continue watching some stupid, lame videos. I needa laugh, I need my life back. So addicted to Big Girls Don't Cry now. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xoxo my friend,&lt;br /&gt;I hope you know, I hope you know&lt;br /&gt;That this has nothing to do with you&lt;br /&gt;It's personal, myself and I&lt;br /&gt;We got some straightening out to do&lt;br /&gt;And I'm gonna miss you like a child misses their blanket&lt;br /&gt;But I've gotta get a move on with my life&lt;br /&gt;It's time to be a big girl now&lt;br /&gt;And big girls don't cry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2311110799619929590-3029065560093253666?l=thell-wlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thell-wlove.blogspot.com/feeds/3029065560093253666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2311110799619929590&amp;postID=3029065560093253666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311110799619929590/posts/default/3029065560093253666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311110799619929590/posts/default/3029065560093253666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thell-wlove.blogspot.com/2009/02/retail-therapy-d-mels-feeling-kinda.html' title=''/><author><name>MeL-Oh-Vee-Ee.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12274286134624560710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/SZhAjX9_5bI/AAAAAAAAAiE/1bRJk3fHtwg/s72-c/LGIM0276.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2311110799619929590.post-4237947847368729472</id><published>2009-02-15T11:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T12:58:11.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, no more of that emo post. (: I'll try to be at my best, I'll try to be the normal mel. Mummy made me happy cause she gave me a rose for belated Valentine's day! Hurhurs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one's for you :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/SZefXPnNivI/AAAAAAAAAh8/9GJxz3yEqjg/s1600-h/sMile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 144px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/SZefXPnNivI/AAAAAAAAAh8/9GJxz3yEqjg/s200/sMile.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302882307928853234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunshine after rain, hopefully. :D&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad I told you everything ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Withloves,&lt;br /&gt;Mel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2311110799619929590-4237947847368729472?l=thell-wlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thell-wlove.blogspot.com/feeds/4237947847368729472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2311110799619929590&amp;postID=4237947847368729472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311110799619929590/posts/default/4237947847368729472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311110799619929590/posts/default/4237947847368729472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thell-wlove.blogspot.com/2009/02/okay-no-more-of-that-emo-post.html' title=''/><author><name>MeL-Oh-Vee-Ee.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12274286134624560710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/SZefXPnNivI/AAAAAAAAAh8/9GJxz3yEqjg/s72-c/sMile.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2311110799619929590.post-207663312202878516</id><published>2009-02-15T11:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T11:58:04.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mel's still hanging on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must be kidding when I said I was alright, I mean. What was I thinking? M, my sixth sense is very accurate. I knew something was going wrong, I knew it but I didn't expect it to be this. M, I'm tired of life. I can't believe i'm saying this, what's the point now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/SZeG1JvOc7I/AAAAAAAAAh0/F2tz3AARqc4/s1600-h/At+the+Edge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/SZeG1JvOc7I/AAAAAAAAAh0/F2tz3AARqc4/s200/At+the+Edge.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302855333957235634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;At the edge, I don't think I can do all those humble stuff. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm wearing out. &lt;/span&gt;Why do things like this always happen to me? It's my fault, I realized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Xoxo my friend,&lt;br /&gt;Different people have different opinion.&lt;br /&gt;I'll give both of us time,&lt;br /&gt;and after this time I give myself.&lt;br /&gt;I will walk away,&lt;br /&gt;I won't want to care.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to,&lt;br /&gt;but I know I can't. I'm sorry you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2311110799619929590-207663312202878516?l=thell-wlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thell-wlove.blogspot.com/feeds/207663312202878516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2311110799619929590&amp;postID=207663312202878516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311110799619929590/posts/default/207663312202878516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311110799619929590/posts/default/207663312202878516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thell-wlove.blogspot.com/2009/02/mels-still-hanging-on.html' title=''/><author><name>MeL-Oh-Vee-Ee.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12274286134624560710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/SZeG1JvOc7I/AAAAAAAAAh0/F2tz3AARqc4/s72-c/At+the+Edge.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2311110799619929590.post-5137023556322923979</id><published>2009-02-14T13:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T15:30:04.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/SZZmsWmEWWI/AAAAAAAAAhs/DKMXHGvKclM/s1600-h/Twilight+Digistal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 193px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/SZZmsWmEWWI/AAAAAAAAAhs/DKMXHGvKclM/s200/Twilight+Digistal.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302538523440863586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the edge of the world, I look down and I see the rest of the world. (The world is round!) Oh well, what goes round comes around, mel is happy with what she have. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/SZZkonzYfWI/AAAAAAAAAhk/KHmO2oyscDE/s1600-h/Sweet+Surrender.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 1px; height: 1px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/SZZkonzYfWI/AAAAAAAAAhk/KHmO2oyscDE/s200/Sweet+Surrender.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302536260317379938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2311110799619929590-5137023556322923979?l=thell-wlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thell-wlove.blogspot.com/feeds/5137023556322923979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2311110799619929590&amp;postID=5137023556322923979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311110799619929590/posts/default/5137023556322923979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311110799619929590/posts/default/5137023556322923979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thell-wlove.blogspot.com/2009/02/at-edge-of-world-i-look-down-and-i-see.html' title=''/><author><name>MeL-Oh-Vee-Ee.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12274286134624560710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/SZZmsWmEWWI/AAAAAAAAAhs/DKMXHGvKclM/s72-c/Twilight+Digistal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2311110799619929590.post-7849672880058721360</id><published>2009-02-13T21:58:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T00:47:44.894+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Happy Birthday Dearest brotherrrr, Wilson. :D &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Valentine's Day peopleeee. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part Two; of the photo-taking session. Shit, I don't know where I stopped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/SZWdubxevTI/AAAAAAAAAf8/g7W0p4UGFA4/s1600-h/LGIM0251.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/SZWdubxevTI/AAAAAAAAAf8/g7W0p4UGFA4/s200/LGIM0251.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302317557353463090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/SZWduNL8goI/AAAAAAAAAf0/dejPsYWJdNA/s1600-h/LGIM0250.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/SZWduNL8goI/AAAAAAAAAf0/dejPsYWJdNA/s200/LGIM0250.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302317553437934210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheska w Sufi, Sufi w Adam( Birthday Boy, 13 Feb)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/SZWdumw8brI/AAAAAAAAAgE/MjG-VFYm_SE/s1600-h/LGIM0252.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/SZWdumw8brI/AAAAAAAAAgE/MjG-VFYm_SE/s200/LGIM0252.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302317560304004786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The very 'cute', 'not' emo girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/SZWduD6-3_I/AAAAAAAAAfs/PeNkzcIhv3M/s1600-h/LGIM0249.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/SZWduD6-3_I/AAAAAAAAAfs/PeNkzcIhv3M/s200/LGIM0249.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302317550950866930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/SZWdt8CiaRI/AAAAAAAAAfk/zMzwCcpNBfY/s1600-h/LGIM0248.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/SZWdt8CiaRI/AAAAAAAAAfk/zMzwCcpNBfY/s200/LGIM0248.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302317548835072274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Trio's fun shot, Sufi Cheska and Adam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/SZWe2KwFbpI/AAAAAAAAAgs/0jfCo7QZtA8/s1600-h/LGIM0257.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/SZWe2KwFbpI/AAAAAAAAAgs/0jfCo7QZtA8/s200/LGIM0257.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302318789734788754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Khairul emo-ing at one corner, he's super camera shy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/SZWe2FwYoVI/AAAAAAAAAgk/TnPjPUWXMkY/s1600-h/LGIM0256.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/SZWe2FwYoVI/AAAAAAAAAgk/TnPjPUWXMkY/s200/LGIM0256.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302318788393869650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Li Wen and Andreas. -Random-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/SZWe1yz6RHI/AAAAAAAAAgc/x0gKNmLIGn4/s1600-h/LGIM0254.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/SZWe1yz6RHI/AAAAAAAAAgc/x0gKNmLIGn4/s200/LGIM0254.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302318783308383346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shelly! Surprized t see yourself here? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/SZWe1pAeO4I/AAAAAAAAAgU/UGB9nknt5Gw/s1600-h/LGIM0255.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/SZWe1pAeO4I/AAAAAAAAAgU/UGB9nknt5Gw/s200/LGIM0255.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302318780676717442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/SZWe1jlmQoI/AAAAAAAAAgM/oRX6aC_iqGw/s1600-h/LGIM0253.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/SZWe1jlmQoI/AAAAAAAAAgM/oRX6aC_iqGw/s200/LGIM0253.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302318779221820034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Class first couple! They needa discuss how t take the photo lah. ;x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/SZWfwrLZHBI/AAAAAAAAAg0/hSIUouu_IY0/s1600-h/LGIM0259.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/SZWfwrLZHBI/AAAAAAAAAg0/hSIUouu_IY0/s200/LGIM0259.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302319794871671826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First try failed. ): Sean, Jared and Adam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/SZWfwkWqa5I/AAAAAAAAAg8/P2ySKsb4h94/s1600-h/LGIM0260.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/SZWfwkWqa5I/AAAAAAAAAg8/P2ySKsb4h94/s200/LGIM0260.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302319793039895442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good shot, Sean Jared &amp;amp;Adam. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/SZWfw1LL_kI/AAAAAAAAAhE/OeSjAU5QeVg/s1600-h/LGIM0261.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/SZWfw1LL_kI/AAAAAAAAAhE/OeSjAU5QeVg/s200/LGIM0261.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302319797555166786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People saw mel click click, more came t join! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/SZWfxBSQDZI/AAAAAAAAAhU/eiGgPZBzjqg/s1600-h/LGIM0263.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/SZWfxBSQDZI/AAAAAAAAAhU/eiGgPZBzjqg/s200/LGIM0263.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302319800806018450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun shot, Farid, Sean, Jared, Adam and Cheska.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/SZWfwwVEP6I/AAAAAAAAAhM/SrEnVuxyHB0/s1600-h/LGIM0262.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/SZWfwwVEP6I/AAAAAAAAAhM/SrEnVuxyHB0/s200/LGIM0262.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302319796254424994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farid, Sean, Jared, Cheska, Adam, Zahr.&lt;br /&gt;Jared was 'shrinking' in size!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/SZWhcXOTnCI/AAAAAAAAAhc/tEi_P_HZd0E/s1600-h/LGIM0264.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/SZWhcXOTnCI/AAAAAAAAAhc/tEi_P_HZd0E/s200/LGIM0264.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302321644941057058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13 February 1992  Birthday Boy! :D&lt;br /&gt;Happy 17th Birthday Adam,&lt;br /&gt;last long. Hope you get back your brother's ezlink card asap! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________.&lt;br /&gt;Happy Valentine's Day people,&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired so I'm gna take a break first. Hurhurs, update life again later on ya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2311110799619929590-7849672880058721360?l=thell-wlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thell-wlove.blogspot.com/feeds/7849672880058721360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2311110799619929590&amp;postID=7849672880058721360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311110799619929590/posts/default/7849672880058721360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311110799619929590/posts/default/7849672880058721360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thell-wlove.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-birthday-dearest-brotherrrr.html' title=''/><author><name>MeL-Oh-Vee-Ee.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12274286134624560710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/SZWdubxevTI/AAAAAAAAAf8/g7W0p4UGFA4/s72-c/LGIM0251.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2311110799619929590.post-8482796007958319747</id><published>2009-02-13T01:33:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T02:08:13.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy Advance Valentine's Day! I want roses pleaseeee ;D&lt;br /&gt;A very picturey post! (: Well, because I kept snapping and snapping photos of everybody in class during the Valentine's Day/ Feb Birthday celebration ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/SZRd9Sn0jiI/AAAAAAAAAcc/o6dVf31MlNg/s1600-h/LGIM0223.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/SZRd9Sn0jiI/AAAAAAAAAcc/o6dVf31MlNg/s200/LGIM0223.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301965968874180130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Gan's Valentine's Day Surprize! She said she wanted t 'show off &amp;amp;take photos before eating the cake! Whoa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/SZRd9S9QPVI/AAAAAAAAAck/KnZh4myBQcY/s1600-h/LGIM0226.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/SZRd9S9QPVI/AAAAAAAAAck/KnZh4myBQcY/s200/LGIM0226.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301965968964074834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/SZRd9tqMKsI/AAAAAAAAAc0/69XoXckWHMw/s1600-h/LGIM0228.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/SZRd9tqMKsI/AAAAAAAAAc0/69XoXckWHMw/s200/LGIM0228.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301965976131873474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/SZRd9iQ0qDI/AAAAAAAAAcs/SiTNSPNO45k/s1600-h/LGIM0227.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/SZRd9iQ0qDI/AAAAAAAAAcs/SiTNSPNO45k/s200/LGIM0227.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301965973072685106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthday Boy, Jared! I think he might kill me after seeing this ;x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/SZRd9vO8ODI/AAAAAAAAAc8/VZndJ1qtDPA/s1600-h/LGIM0230.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/SZRd9vO8ODI/AAAAAAAAAc8/VZndJ1qtDPA/s200/LGIM0230.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301965976554453042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/SZRhJvFAu-I/AAAAAAAAAds/e1a6fg9hHdQ/s1600-h/LGIM0231.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/SZRhJvFAu-I/AAAAAAAAAds/e1a6fg9hHdQ/s200/LGIM0231.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301969481206119394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The class busy enjoying the food on the table ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/SZRhJrB-y0I/AAAAAAAAAd8/nzOiNza0U4A/s1600-h/LGIM0233.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/SZRhJrB-y0I/AAAAAAAAAd8/nzOiNza0U4A/s200/LGIM0233.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301969480119667522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Gan caught red handed! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/SZRhJ1uIT4I/AAAAAAAAAeE/Sf2_7MrpfCc/s1600-h/LGIM0234.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/SZRhJ1uIT4I/AAAAAAAAAeE/Sf2_7MrpfCc/s200/LGIM0234.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301969482989195138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/SZRhJqFK8KI/AAAAAAAAAd0/40H_RSV1hls/s1600-h/LGIM0232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/SZRhJqFK8KI/AAAAAAAAAd0/40H_RSV1hls/s200/LGIM0232.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301969479864610978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/SZRhJ8KgU5I/AAAAAAAAAeM/lElPmaXGmrQ/s1600-h/LGIM0235.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/SZRhJ8KgU5I/AAAAAAAAAeM/lElPmaXGmrQ/s200/LGIM0235.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301969484718822290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Cheska w Farid} Long legs, long hands. :D&lt;br /&gt;2. Adam (Advance Birthday Boy), Cheska (Chairman) Effy (Super High Girl) &amp;amp;Zah (Loveeee Green!)&lt;br /&gt;3. Arif, Adam &amp;amp;Jared in a corner ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/SZRi5LjVgWI/AAAAAAAAAes/iIZaPikPPko/s1600-h/LGIM0240.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/SZRi5LjVgWI/AAAAAAAAAes/iIZaPikPPko/s200/LGIM0240.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301971395814981986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/SZRi5SGvcoI/AAAAAAAAAe0/whDjIsnWRqg/s1600-h/LGIM0241.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/SZRi5SGvcoI/AAAAAAAAAe0/whDjIsnWRqg/s200/LGIM0241.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301971397574095490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The super camera shy group, so hard t get them t smile at the camera. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/SZRi43U9nWI/AAAAAAAAAeU/lqn7GX9TT7s/s1600-h/LGIM0236.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/SZRi43U9nWI/AAAAAAAAAeU/lqn7GX9TT7s/s200/LGIM0236.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301971390385986914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/SZRi5Mw1M6I/AAAAAAAAAec/0Lh6-ORG1f0/s1600-h/LGIM0238.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/SZRi5Mw1M6I/AAAAAAAAAec/0Lh6-ORG1f0/s200/LGIM0238.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301971396140020642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This pair is even cuter, must find good spot t take good photo! :D Is the camera girl pro can, angle so nice. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/SZRi5LxajsI/AAAAAAAAAek/Z0njkX74DvA/s1600-h/LGIM0239.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/SZRi5LxajsI/AAAAAAAAAek/Z0njkX74DvA/s200/LGIM0239.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301971395874033346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Effy!! Super Close Up on you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/SZRju45jlDI/AAAAAAAAAfE/uSRPaHfpTu4/s1600-h/LGIM0243.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/SZRju45jlDI/AAAAAAAAAfE/uSRPaHfpTu4/s200/LGIM0243.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301972318520841266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/SZRjvKxgM_I/AAAAAAAAAfM/Zfgar6_WOcE/s1600-h/LGIM0244.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/SZRjvKxgM_I/AAAAAAAAAfM/Zfgar6_WOcE/s200/LGIM0244.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301972323318903794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plain craziness in class ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/SZRju4GaICI/AAAAAAAAAe8/sblkXS3znYk/s1600-h/LGIM0242.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/SZRju4GaICI/AAAAAAAAAe8/sblkXS3znYk/s200/LGIM0242.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301972318306312226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/SZRjvNOHafI/AAAAAAAAAfU/R70_yLjuiIY/s1600-h/LGIM0245.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/SZRjvNOHafI/AAAAAAAAAfU/R70_yLjuiIY/s200/LGIM0245.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301972323975784946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secret Shot of Birthday Boy Jared and Sean. :D &amp;amp; Din.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, it's 2am already. I'm gn turn in already! See, Mel so nice t upload pictures till 2am hor, don't say I didn't upload okay. I DID ! :D Can come grab already, no photoshop. No editing, just my camera photos, if you want edited one. Wait one week later! :D &amp;amp;&amp;amp;Weisan don't say my post wordy hor, i'm used t it already! And this post got alot alot of photos okay! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Happy Birthday Adam, Happy belated Birthday Jared. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xoxo my friend,&lt;br /&gt;I'll let you eat your own medicine,&lt;br /&gt;I'll let you feel how I felt at that point of time.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just so over you. ;D&lt;br /&gt;Arse.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2311110799619929590-8482796007958319747?l=thell-wlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thell-wlove.blogspot.com/feeds/8482796007958319747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2311110799619929590&amp;postID=8482796007958319747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311110799619929590/posts/default/8482796007958319747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311110799619929590/posts/default/8482796007958319747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thell-wlove.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-advance-valentines-day-i-want.html' title=''/><author><name>MeL-Oh-Vee-Ee.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12274286134624560710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/SZRd9Sn0jiI/AAAAAAAAAcc/o6dVf31MlNg/s72-c/LGIM0223.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2311110799619929590.post-958572591853781756</id><published>2009-02-11T22:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T01:38:06.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;{It's hard to be me.} &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, it's been quite sometime Mel last posted. ): Been pretty busy lately, meeting up w the clique and lecturers didn't spare us any free time either. There will be new assignments on every new lesson. Gosh, but I kinda like what I'm learning. Tho it's a 'this ear in, that ear out thing', it's really interesting t see something so nice coming out from your pencil! :D Oh dear, it breaks my heart t see my pencils going under the knife! ): Anyway, updates on my lifeeee ;D&lt;br /&gt;I met up with the cliques for late supper these few days, it's good t see all of them together and catching up was fun. ;D Gahs, and those long lost peeps. I saw many many faces and wow. (: Ahhhhh, Mel need a break from everything, yes everything. I might just change my cca too, t something more relaxing like culinary skills or what. ;D I needa really focus man. ): Tomorrow will be a better day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xoxo my friends,&lt;br /&gt;why do things come and go as and when they like,&lt;br /&gt;do they even notice the hurt they caused.&lt;br /&gt;Do they even care,&lt;br /&gt;or they are just looking for their&lt;br /&gt;rag doll t play w when they are simply bored?&lt;br /&gt;Mel has no answer,&lt;br /&gt;Mel is giving no answer too. ):&lt;br /&gt;It's complicated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2311110799619929590-958572591853781756?l=thell-wlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thell-wlove.blogspot.com/feeds/958572591853781756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2311110799619929590&amp;postID=958572591853781756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311110799619929590/posts/default/958572591853781756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311110799619929590/posts/default/958572591853781756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thell-wlove.blogspot.com/2009/02/wow-its-been-quite-sometime-mel-last.html' title=''/><author><name>MeL-Oh-Vee-Ee.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12274286134624560710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2311110799619929590.post-3141506672773076844</id><published>2009-02-07T19:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T22:20:30.055+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Copymeows'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thickskin people.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Small &lt;/span&gt;&lt;s style="font-style: italic;"&gt;adults&lt;/s&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; kids w big words. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't choke on your words, mind you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Copymeows. (: &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello Dearest(s),&lt;br /&gt;as you read. My post has a title which is in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;BOLD and UNDERLINED. &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, why this title? Let me give you a lil explaination ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two friends have fallen out on each other because basically, one of them said the other was a copycat.  Hmm. Then I wonder what was copying? Is wearing the same Tee shirt or jeans copying? Is buying the same soft toy from the same shop copying? What about the people who orders the same meal in fast food restaurant? Then what about those with the same rebonded hair ? You don't just say that someone is copying you when she/he have the same thing as you, maybe it was just pure coincidental. Singapore is just a small red dot, unless you have some weird taste then you will be unique. Stop saying big words when you cannot even open your mouth so widely.;D&lt;br /&gt;So, think again. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Is it the pot calling the kettle black? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheeros,&lt;br /&gt;Mel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2311110799619929590-3141506672773076844?l=thell-wlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thell-wlove.blogspot.com/feeds/3141506672773076844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2311110799619929590&amp;postID=3141506672773076844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311110799619929590/posts/default/3141506672773076844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311110799619929590/posts/default/3141506672773076844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thell-wlove.blogspot.com/2009/02/small-adults-kids-w-big-words.html' title=''/><author><name>MeL-Oh-Vee-Ee.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12274286134624560710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2311110799619929590.post-720091797300515886</id><published>2009-02-06T19:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T21:26:05.954+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm so so sorryyyyyyy. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/SYwnP_ac0GI/AAAAAAAAAcM/VbD-ypJ-6oo/s1600-h/sorry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 124px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/SYwnP_ac0GI/AAAAAAAAAcM/VbD-ypJ-6oo/s200/sorry.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299654017182126178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blahhhhhh. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2311110799619929590-720091797300515886?l=thell-wlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thell-wlove.blogspot.com/feeds/720091797300515886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2311110799619929590&amp;postID=720091797300515886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311110799619929590/posts/default/720091797300515886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311110799619929590/posts/default/720091797300515886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thell-wlove.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-so-so-sorryyyyyyy.html' title=''/><author><name>MeL-Oh-Vee-Ee.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12274286134624560710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/SYwnP_ac0GI/AAAAAAAAAcM/VbD-ypJ-6oo/s72-c/sorry.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2311110799619929590.post-6600076800978876869</id><published>2009-02-05T00:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T00:26:14.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't want t blog today, today was such a waste of time. ):&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I can't wait for training! :D Oh man.&lt;br /&gt;I needa go get some sleep already, tmr will be a better day, hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, I still feel that I'm being treated as a spare tyre. ):&lt;br /&gt;Well, Mel's gna get used to it alright. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Withloves,&lt;br /&gt;I'm gna take one step at a time. ;D&lt;br /&gt;Be patient will ya.&lt;br /&gt;Xoxo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2311110799619929590-6600076800978876869?l=thell-wlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thell-wlove.blogspot.com/feeds/6600076800978876869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2311110799619929590&amp;postID=6600076800978876869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311110799619929590/posts/default/6600076800978876869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311110799619929590/posts/default/6600076800978876869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thell-wlove.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-dont-want-t-blog-today-today-was-such.html' title=''/><author><name>MeL-Oh-Vee-Ee.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12274286134624560710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2311110799619929590.post-4908691897202636360</id><published>2009-02-03T19:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T00:43:15.529+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>An apple a day keeps th doctor away! :D&lt;br /&gt;but Mel prefers Pears. Hahah, okay. Not funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 1139pm now, I'm in a dilemma. Don't know if I should turn in or continue t dreammmmm. (: This ain't leading me to anywhere man, anyway. I can't wait for thursday, I don't know why! My body is aching alot now, i don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;I was late for class with the rest of the bunch of peeps, lesson were boring. Was tired and I ache when I keep moving about. Slept in class too, very very cold. Kept borrowing jacket from Qi ;D Ate at the canteen, didn't finish up the food I bought. ): After mrs tan's lesson, went out for lunch. Had rice with TOFUUUUU :D Didn't really finish but those tofu really made me happy ;D Almost half the class was at the coffeeshop too! :D Mr Oh's lesson was a headache, I kept walking around and doodling! :D Heart broken too, now my pencils are so so ugly. ): Anyway, play soccer &amp;amp;Touch Rugby &amp;amp;Volleyball &amp;amp;Basketball for S&amp;amp;W. :D Spend more time on soccer and touch rugby, total coolness tho I don't really understand touch rugby ;x Chairman was one real sports lady. Home sweet home after that, and i'm like sitting here from 8 plus (: i'm gna read new moon and then turn in ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Withloves,&lt;br /&gt;I don't like it when people climb on top of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;On a Valentine's Day, anything can happen ;D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnights silly! ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2311110799619929590-4908691897202636360?l=thell-wlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thell-wlove.blogspot.com/feeds/4908691897202636360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2311110799619929590&amp;postID=4908691897202636360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311110799619929590/posts/default/4908691897202636360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311110799619929590/posts/default/4908691897202636360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thell-wlove.blogspot.com/2009/02/apple-day-keeps-th-doctor-away-d-but.html' title=''/><author><name>MeL-Oh-Vee-Ee.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12274286134624560710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2311110799619929590.post-6004539229979290213</id><published>2009-02-03T00:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T01:24:59.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hold On, Mel.</title><content type='html'>MEL WANTS T QUIT, AND BE ALONEEEEE. ):&lt;br /&gt;MEL FEELS LIKE GIVING UP ON HOPE,&lt;br /&gt;but she knows she can't do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/SYcrqk-0eKI/AAAAAAAAAcE/8Of0uDecn40/s1600-h/LGIM0183.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/SYcrqk-0eKI/AAAAAAAAAcE/8Of0uDecn40/s200/LGIM0183.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298251497106340002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;{Hold on, grab on to any chance you get, cause they won't come knocking on your door.}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;If this continues, I bet that not eating dinner will be a habit for me. ): Gahhhhhh, Projects are up next. When that time comes, I think I'll most likely need someone t clear up my mess. ;x Today is a very not well day for Mel, cause she didn't managed t paint her electric blue/black/red. She woke up super early and went out the house already when she realized that English class was canceled and we had to go down to MacperhsonITE for some talk. ): Met up with Shelly at causeway and by th time we reach tampines, it was already like 9.45am. SO we went to tampines mall for our breakfast. Settle down in some basement shop and ate nasi lemak ;D Omg, then received a call from Jocelyn and she said that class starts at 1230. It was their lunch break so we need not go back school yet, wth man. I could have slept till it was 10am! ): Yawns, I'm tired. Trainin just now was really really painful ): I think my back is injured luhhhh. ): Lesson just now was also interesting, did some 3D thingy with toothpicks and bluetack. (: Goodnights peeps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xoxo my friend,&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid of the outcome.&lt;br /&gt;I won't leave ,&lt;br /&gt;but that doesn't mean I'll stay.&lt;br /&gt;Ohhhhh, happy day. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2311110799619929590-6004539229979290213?l=thell-wlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thell-wlove.blogspot.com/feeds/6004539229979290213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2311110799619929590&amp;postID=6004539229979290213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311110799619929590/posts/default/6004539229979290213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311110799619929590/posts/default/6004539229979290213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thell-wlove.blogspot.com/2009/02/hold-on-mel.html' title='Hold On, Mel.'/><author><name>MeL-Oh-Vee-Ee.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12274286134624560710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/SYcrqk-0eKI/AAAAAAAAAcE/8Of0uDecn40/s72-c/LGIM0183.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2311110799619929590.post-8701516328025863432</id><published>2009-02-01T21:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T00:42:19.374+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Electric blue finger nails, tee shirt and shorts,&lt;br /&gt;that girl next door (?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's with my title? Haha, yes. Mel became crazy and painted her nails ELECTRIC BLUE. I wonder what will coach say when he sees me in this, oh ya. He won't be around this week! :D Ahhhh, today was a quite relaxing day. Slept till the sun was high high up in the sky. *Yawns. Been feeling super tired even though I slept for sometimes 10hours striaght.&lt;br /&gt;Arugh, my blue nails are ruining my day. ): Anyone willing t help me paint my nails! Rahhhhh, ): I'm gna re paint it now. Bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edited.&lt;br /&gt;It's 1240am now, there's school tomorrow and I'm vexed over my nails. Screw man, i'm removing them now. I surrender. ): Goodnights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xoxo my friend,&lt;br /&gt;Gosh. I'm so hfisdngfsugfhwi.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for looking at me rant. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2311110799619929590-8701516328025863432?l=thell-wlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thell-wlove.blogspot.com/feeds/8701516328025863432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2311110799619929590&amp;postID=8701516328025863432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311110799619929590/posts/default/8701516328025863432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311110799619929590/posts/default/8701516328025863432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thell-wlove.blogspot.com/2009/02/electric-blue-finger-nails-tee-shirt.html' title=''/><author><name>MeL-Oh-Vee-Ee.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12274286134624560710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2311110799619929590.post-7755795508027918796</id><published>2009-01-31T23:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T02:32:07.015+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>): Mel's feeling a little fed up for no reason. Rahrahrah, I feeling like playing a sport or just using alot of my energy so that I'll be dead tired. ;D Forget it, laughed it out with my brother. So now i'm kinda tired, ;D Oh wellllll, I'll most likely sleep through tomorrow. It's like what I did today! I woke up at like 2.30, wash up and went over to Uncle's place for reunion dinner part 2 ;D Unlucky me, everybody kept losing money when I was playing. And when I got up t watch a movie, everybody started to win! ): Sad man, my dad even said that I brought my sister bad luck, kept causing her to lose money. ): Wth. Nevermind them, watched Death Race and KungFu Panda at their house. Super vulgar but very very very exciting man. (: KungFu fighting was funny, hahahas. I'm lazy to upload all those photo, maybe some other time. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xoxo my friend,&lt;br /&gt;omg man.&lt;br /&gt;You totally Rock my world.&lt;br /&gt;(: &lt;3 (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2311110799619929590-7755795508027918796?l=thell-wlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thell-wlove.blogspot.com/feeds/7755795508027918796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2311110799619929590&amp;postID=7755795508027918796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311110799619929590/posts/default/7755795508027918796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311110799619929590/posts/default/7755795508027918796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thell-wlove.blogspot.com/2009/01/mels-feeling-little-fed-up-for-no.html' title=''/><author><name>MeL-Oh-Vee-Ee.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12274286134624560710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2311110799619929590.post-5471447652160714915</id><published>2009-01-30T22:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T00:26:11.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's a singalong song, that's not too long. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mel is feeling so messy now, rahrahrahh. School today was a little hyper, but mel just felt super tired and didn't want to voice out many things. In the end, i just said what I feel like saying and mel feels even more tired. Had the English briefing thing in school at 2pm and gosh, so much time to kill but we had nothing to do! Went over to tampines mall walk walk, settled down in Mos Burger w Shelly &amp;amp;Isaac. (: Had my milk tea and butterfly prawn. Chat alot and oh-my-god, it's 216pm already! Have to report in the class at 230. Hurhur, now we complained and wish that time don't past so quickly. Reached and luckily the teacher haven't started yet, phew. I passed my test! Hurhur, grats to Jared for getting the highest. ;D Homed after the talk, thanks shelly for the small change! ;D &amp;amp;&amp;amp;Screw the Ez-link cards! They said that my card expiry date is extended t 31Jan, which is tomorrow! And they freaking said my card was invalid today! Today is like thr 30Jan only! ): Poor Mel had t keep looking for change and Mel totally forgot where she kept her red packet! OMG. ): It's 1216am now, been sleeping late everyday. ): Boohoo man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So how's life ? &lt;/span&gt;Random mel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xoxo my friend,&lt;br /&gt;you love might just be a lie.&lt;br /&gt;Look into my eyes and pretend all you want,&lt;br /&gt;it's nothing but a lie. ):&lt;br /&gt;but that was all in the past! (:&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2311110799619929590-5471447652160714915?l=thell-wlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thell-wlove.blogspot.com/feeds/5471447652160714915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2311110799619929590&amp;postID=5471447652160714915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311110799619929590/posts/default/5471447652160714915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311110799619929590/posts/default/5471447652160714915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thell-wlove.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-singalong-song-thats-not-too-long.html' title=''/><author><name>MeL-Oh-Vee-Ee.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12274286134624560710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2311110799619929590.post-608705332559132072</id><published>2009-01-30T20:17:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T23:40:45.199+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happiness. I'll label this post, Happiness. &lt;span style="padding: 0pt 0pt 8px; float: left; line-height: 75%;font-family:Lucida Sans Unicode;font-size:8;color:#101010;"   &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;♥&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;What makes You happy?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does seeing your loved ones being happy, makes you happy?&lt;br /&gt;Is getting the Gucci Handbag that you have been aiming for a long time, makes you happy?&lt;br /&gt;Will seeing someone you hated losing out, makes you happy?&lt;br /&gt;Does a simple catch up with your long-lost best friend(s), makes you happy?&lt;br /&gt;What makes you happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, you might think that you're happy, but deep down inside;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;u&gt;Are you Really happy?&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Withloves&lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;♥,&lt;br /&gt;Mel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2311110799619929590-608705332559132072?l=thell-wlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thell-wlove.blogspot.com/feeds/608705332559132072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2311110799619929590&amp;postID=608705332559132072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311110799619929590/posts/default/608705332559132072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311110799619929590/posts/default/608705332559132072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thell-wlove.blogspot.com/2009/01/happiness.html' title=''/><author><name>MeL-Oh-Vee-Ee.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12274286134624560710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2311110799619929590.post-7108363027135352840</id><published>2009-01-30T00:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T00:55:40.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Damn. ): Mel is injured. And it hurts, didn't really voiced it out. Continued training and there's free match next week, yay man. ;D I can't wait already, I wna change my position pleaseeeee. Sadly, I'm very indecisive and I don't know where I want to play. I don't wna be selfish, and my ankle hurts man. ): First ball I spiked in Wrs today, sprained my ankle. I think nobody saw it too, went back school to get my testimonial. ;D Yayness, saw both my mamas and Taufiq, Halim, Asraf and Suaidi. Miss them all so much, plus tomorrow's meeting is cancelled! ): Boohoos, they want t hole everything in march holidays! And the year book will only come in late feb. (: Went for training after reaching home and packing my stuff ;D Oh well, training was quite relax. It was just my ankle that was killing me. I remember that during the first free spike, I got so so happy that I totally forget about my injured foot. ): Landed and gosh, the feeling cannot be described. ): Mel must be strong! D:&lt;br /&gt;Today is a very very i-don't-know-what day, gosh. It's ONEam now, I think I'm going to sleep already ;D Goodnights lovlies. Rah-Rah-Rahhhh day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Xoxo my friend, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;future tense or present tense&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;I hope we can be like this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;;D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2311110799619929590-7108363027135352840?l=thell-wlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thell-wlove.blogspot.com/feeds/7108363027135352840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2311110799619929590&amp;postID=7108363027135352840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311110799619929590/posts/default/7108363027135352840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311110799619929590/posts/default/7108363027135352840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thell-wlove.blogspot.com/2009/01/damn.html' title=''/><author><name>MeL-Oh-Vee-Ee.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12274286134624560710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2311110799619929590.post-8032928374903557596</id><published>2009-01-28T23:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T00:42:40.447+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello Lovelies,&lt;br /&gt;I celebrated my Chinese Moo Year at mostly three places.&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, I'm quite glad that it's over.&lt;br /&gt;Well, one word to say it all; Unorganized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why must this happen?, tsk. I wonder what will happen the next time we meet up. A reunion dinner and there's so many problems that surfaced, I'm not gna pin-point but then, tsk. I just wished we could sit down together and enjoy a meal together. T-O-G-E-T-H-E-R ley, not children one table and adults one table. I mean, we didn't even have a proper countdown. ): I'm tired of all this already man.&lt;br /&gt;It's the third day of chinese moomoo year. ;D Gosh, I've school tomorrow! ;D&lt;br /&gt;There's also training tomorrow, and yay man. I bought my shoe already! Hurhur. I totally forgot what I wanted to blog about ;x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xoxo my friend,&lt;br /&gt;you are what you say you are.&lt;br /&gt;Will you, throw me away after you get tired of me too?&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, upside down man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2311110799619929590-8032928374903557596?l=thell-wlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thell-wlove.blogspot.com/feeds/8032928374903557596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2311110799619929590&amp;postID=8032928374903557596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311110799619929590/posts/default/8032928374903557596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311110799619929590/posts/default/8032928374903557596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thell-wlove.blogspot.com/2009/01/hello-lovelies-i-celebrated-my-chinese.html' title=''/><author><name>MeL-Oh-Vee-Ee.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12274286134624560710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2311110799619929590.post-1567573757050787931</id><published>2009-01-27T22:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T01:02:00.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello lovelies. ;D&lt;br /&gt;Second day of Chinese &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Moo&lt;/span&gt; Year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went over to dad &amp;amp;some other uncle's lady boss's place for lunch ;D Big Big house with Big Big dog. (: Anyway, ate there and play cards there. (: Didn't lose, hah. Left earlier w Brother t Botanic Garden for a picnic w his friends. Whoa, what a bunch of friendly friends you have. ;D Back home after that cause everybody will be coming over t our house in th evening. Rushed and finally settled down,  and everybody starts t come. Gosh, I don't like all the rushing man. Couldn't even sit down for a proper game of mahjong. ;x Ate and kept coming into the room for small chats w brother and cousinSiewping. It's 1244am now, they are still mahjong-ing/ playing cards outside. ): Gosh, i wonder if we 'll get police coming up to join in the fun ;x I'm still thinking if I should go t class tomorrow. I don't think lilsis is going and my brother will most likely not go. I shall be good and listen to __.I shall go to school tomorrow! Beams* I don't mind going to school actually, since lessons are in the afternoon and I'm meeting Qi at only 1130 ;D So, I better go t sleep now since pretty boy is also turning in already. Gosh, he might kill me if he sees this. ;x&lt;br /&gt;Goodnights! ;D&lt;br /&gt;Shall end this with a picture that I think looks nice ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/SX878RRi5QI/AAAAAAAAAb8/vckoORj8ZxY/s1600-h/LGIM0176.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/SX878RRi5QI/AAAAAAAAAb8/vckoORj8ZxY/s200/LGIM0176.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296017593426175234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;{ I actually took this picture man, It looks like it's a picture that being drawn out! }&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Xoxo my friend,&lt;br /&gt;You might not be the first t say all those things but&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure you're first to make me feel all uneasy &amp;amp;wrong, in a good way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If I were a boy, I swear I'd be a better man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2311110799619929590-1567573757050787931?l=thell-wlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thell-wlove.blogspot.com/feeds/1567573757050787931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2311110799619929590&amp;postID=1567573757050787931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311110799619929590/posts/default/1567573757050787931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311110799619929590/posts/default/1567573757050787931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thell-wlove.blogspot.com/2009/01/hello-lovelies.html' title=''/><author><name>MeL-Oh-Vee-Ee.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12274286134624560710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/SX878RRi5QI/AAAAAAAAAb8/vckoORj8ZxY/s72-c/LGIM0176.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2311110799619929590.post-2832448600549648774</id><published>2009-01-26T20:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T01:24:47.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy Chinese New Year darlings out there!&lt;br /&gt;Ox-picious year ahead,  happy niuuuuuuu year to you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lols, - {cold scene.}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, came home at 3.plus past midnight yesterday. Ate, fooled around and mahjonged a lil. (: Oh my, dead tired and I only managed t sleep at 4plus. ): Lack of my beauty sleep man, woke up at 10am and went t cousin's place after that. Same routine, ate same thing and did same stuff. Oh well, I enjoyed photo taking session with you all can. ;D Gosh, went over t dad's side of relative place at bukit batok. {: I miss the peeps/things there. Played BlackJack and kept eating. }: Sadshit, I needa look for my 'trainer' already! {: I'm going mahjong-ing w family now, hurhur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Xoxo my friend,&lt;br /&gt;it's been some time that we've chat,&lt;br /&gt;honestly, I miss those days ya.&lt;br /&gt;Would you even remember those things we talked about?&lt;br /&gt;Gosh. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;Don't make me fly so high,&lt;br /&gt;if you can't hold on to me.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2311110799619929590-2832448600549648774?l=thell-wlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thell-wlove.blogspot.com/feeds/2832448600549648774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2311110799619929590&amp;postID=2832448600549648774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311110799619929590/posts/default/2832448600549648774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311110799619929590/posts/default/2832448600549648774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thell-wlove.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-chinese-new-year-darlings-out.html' title=''/><author><name>MeL-Oh-Vee-Ee.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12274286134624560710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2311110799619929590.post-2373946550571653309</id><published>2009-01-25T12:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T13:48:15.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey Yo. ;D Mel is now feeling so lazy, i'm listening to the song again and again. Gosh, so sorry for everything okay? It's an apologising day for me I think. Ayeeeee, shag man. There's reunion dinner later on at Uncle Peter's place. I think we're going there early to play mahjong, hurhur. My Kaching Kaching come roll IN okay! Oh well, I'm kinda sick of my everyday life. ): I need colours to brighten up everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xoxo my friend,&lt;br /&gt;let's just freeze the time,&lt;br /&gt;babe let's just venture the world,&lt;br /&gt;hon let's just lay on the field,&lt;br /&gt;you let's just stay like this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2311110799619929590-2373946550571653309?l=thell-wlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thell-wlove.blogspot.com/feeds/2373946550571653309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2311110799619929590&amp;postID=2373946550571653309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311110799619929590/posts/default/2373946550571653309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311110799619929590/posts/default/2373946550571653309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thell-wlove.blogspot.com/2009/01/hey-yo.html' title=''/><author><name>MeL-Oh-Vee-Ee.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12274286134624560710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2311110799619929590.post-2117864655866018286</id><published>2009-01-24T22:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T01:30:38.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good to bad? ):</title><content type='html'>{"Forget about it, let's start afresh." Now, that's so esy for all of you to say.}&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the memories?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alohaaaaa. Good good good news, hahaaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;I've got New Moon from buddy on friday! I'm only at page 26! ): Gna speed up already man. Let's see what I've been doing for the past few days.&lt;br /&gt;I met up with Buddy and Nuraini at Tampines for the book and a lil catching up. Met Cousin for more shopping spree at bugis, bought many pair of earrings and omg money fly away again. After that, headed t cousin's new place, ate there and left for kovan cos cousin have tuition class there. Walk walk walk and finally found a shop that is not pack and have pedimedicure service! ;D Did my nails {Yes Mr.S, I finally did my nails} Hurhur, sat there for hours. Actually, th lady painted my nails white. It look a little freaky after everything and when I want waiting for my nails t dry, I saw bubbles forming! Told the lady and she was also not sure what was happening. ;x Re-do my nails again, hahahs. Caused cousin and aunt t wait for me from 8 plus to 9. ;x Headed back to Aunt's place, staying there for the night cause I was lazy to go home from kovan ;x Tried not to disturb my nails but I couldn't help it. Now it's not as pretty as yesterday already. Boohoo. ): Alright, I fell asleep with wet hair, damn regrets. Oh well, forget about it man. (: Today is quite a happy day for me. Had tuan yuan fan with cousin's family and granny and uncle soon. ;D Aye, those feelings are so so blur in my memory. ): Uncle sent me home after the dinner. Gosh, I don't know what's gone into me man. I'm having a dilema now. ):&lt;br /&gt;Let's end this post, here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Xoxo my friend, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;go on and beat around the bush. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I don't want it to stop,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I want you in prefect harmony with me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;yet,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I don't wish to be selfish. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I can't stop, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;it's different, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;cause it's you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2311110799619929590-2117864655866018286?l=thell-wlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thell-wlove.blogspot.com/feeds/2117864655866018286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2311110799619929590&amp;postID=2117864655866018286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311110799619929590/posts/default/2117864655866018286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311110799619929590/posts/default/2117864655866018286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thell-wlove.blogspot.com/2009/01/good-to-bad.html' title='Good to bad? ):'/><author><name>MeL-Oh-Vee-Ee.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12274286134624560710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2311110799619929590.post-6846556752933002317</id><published>2009-01-23T00:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T01:16:33.961+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mel is on cloud nine, hopefully for the rest of her life man. :D</title><content type='html'>BangBangBangs. ♥♥♥♥♥ isL♥ved.&lt;br /&gt;Mel is having bangs now (: Leaving it for Chinese New Year too! :D :欧买尬. Mel is on cloud nine now, hurhur. I don't know why but yes I'm super happy now. Tho I'm a little hungry now, I'm still a veryyyy happy girl right now. Hahahahahas. I can't control myself man. (: Anyway, school was plain B-O-R-I-N-G today. Went home myself after a little meeting with the clique and met up with dad at admiralty for Lunch! :D Craved for LorMee and had LorMee, wasn't that nice. I miss WRS Stall 5's LorMee laaaaa. ): Don't worry, I'm still over the moon. Hehhhhh. (: Class starts at 8am tomorrow and it's already 1247am now. I think I'm still not turning in yet cos of some stuff that I need to do. (: First time I'm feeling this, and hey. You should be really happy that I'm treating YOU like this okay. (: Ahhhhh, I wanted t sleep when I reached home but the laptop lured me over and started seducing me. ): So I didn't managed t sleep, went out at 4.30pm. I thought training was at 430pm so I wanted t go out at 345pm one ley. Omg. I'll be super early right, had a lil meeting in the canteen and I guess I'll just stick t low-profile. (: It's hard for me t be having a low-profile man. Skipped dinner and just drank with the clique at S11. Super tired cos my legs felt like jelly and woowee. Thanks for helping us (the girls) t carry out shoebag! :D I kinda feel bad cause you are tired too and you still helped us. Training was great.  I think I feel the pain already. Very very veryyyy shiok feeling that I haven't been able t feel since I left Wrs. Oh well, I'm still not turning in. Trying to make this post L-O-N-G. :D&lt;br /&gt;I shall End here :D&lt;br /&gt;Tho I'm not turning in Yet. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Xoxo my friend, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;OhMyGod, I'm over the moon with these simple things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm a simpleton, whatcha expect? ;D And, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It feels good to be just myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It seems good that people are talking to me instead of treating me like a invisible thing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I♥_. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;You make me fly man. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c60a00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c60a00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2311110799619929590-6846556752933002317?l=thell-wlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thell-wlove.blogspot.com/feeds/6846556752933002317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2311110799619929590&amp;postID=6846556752933002317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311110799619929590/posts/default/6846556752933002317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311110799619929590/posts/default/6846556752933002317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thell-wlove.blogspot.com/2009/01/mel-is-on-cloud-nine-hopefully-for-rest.html' title='Mel is on cloud nine, hopefully for the rest of her life man. :D'/><author><name>MeL-Oh-Vee-Ee.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12274286134624560710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2311110799619929590.post-6774871705873597431</id><published>2009-01-21T20:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T21:19:29.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hot &amp;amp;Cold&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heloooooo Earthlings ;D&lt;br /&gt;School starts at 12.30 today, that means we get t sleep till the sun burn our bottom! :D Met up w Shelly at interchange at 10.15 and we bused t TM t meet the rest of the clique. Ate at LJS before heading t school. We kinda got lost at the interchange too, kinda late for class but Ms Gan didn't really said anything and we were not the latest! :D Watch some slide show of furniture and started t draw our 'sofa'. Mine look so stiff, eee. I don't like, hurhur.&lt;br /&gt;Homework time! I'm gna be good and transfer all my drawings to my new book (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xoxo my friend,&lt;br /&gt;-speechless-,&lt;br /&gt;I afraid of facing the music.&lt;br /&gt;Walaneh,&lt;br /&gt;i hate this type of feeling.&lt;br /&gt;I want t let go but ] you held on,&lt;br /&gt;I held on and you left me spinning round and round. ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2311110799619929590-6774871705873597431?l=thell-wlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thell-wlove.blogspot.com/feeds/6774871705873597431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2311110799619929590&amp;postID=6774871705873597431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311110799619929590/posts/default/6774871705873597431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311110799619929590/posts/default/6774871705873597431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thell-wlove.blogspot.com/2009/01/hot-you.html' title=''/><author><name>MeL-Oh-Vee-Ee.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12274286134624560710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2311110799619929590.post-5459036410360796144</id><published>2009-01-19T23:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T00:14:12.769+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/SXSmWNMrzCI/AAAAAAAAAb0/U7lYhiSnjac/s1600-h/faces.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/SXSmWNMrzCI/AAAAAAAAAb0/U7lYhiSnjac/s200/faces.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293038362497371170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;{ Life doesn't always go your way, but you can't just keep running away.&lt;br /&gt;Smile and just enjoy life t the fullest! :D}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OMG. ShagShagShag, it's a cold cold night. ;X &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;School was alright today, shag man. Classes ended at 5pm and training started at 5pm too, bused down after class and reached there at about 6plus. Hurhur, I was not the latest tho (: Training was fun, especially when I was suppose t spike at coach but made him fall twice while receiving my crooked ball ;x No sense of direction man. ): I was feeling weak too! Nose bleed in the bus, omg man. I don't like blood. ): Went for dinner w Volleyballers at some coffeeshop, I don't like t see people faces mannnn. I likeeee cheerful people, like you! :D Hurhur, shits. My vaio is already dying on me! Sound system is spolt, I'm tired. School starts at 8am tomorrow. ): Boohoo mans. I'm turning in now, and I'm craving for frog leg porridge! Omg. (: I can;t believe that - is back. (: Weehoowee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xoxo my friend,&lt;br /&gt;sometimes you are just so so attrctive.&lt;br /&gt;but at other times,&lt;br /&gt;I find you so arugh.&lt;br /&gt;You give me headaches,&lt;br /&gt;but I kinda like it. ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2311110799619929590-5459036410360796144?l=thell-wlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thell-wlove.blogspot.com/feeds/5459036410360796144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2311110799619929590&amp;postID=5459036410360796144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311110799619929590/posts/default/5459036410360796144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311110799619929590/posts/default/5459036410360796144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thell-wlove.blogspot.com/2009/01/life-doesnt-always-go-your-way-but-you.html' title=''/><author><name>MeL-Oh-Vee-Ee.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12274286134624560710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/SXSmWNMrzCI/AAAAAAAAAb0/U7lYhiSnjac/s72-c/faces.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2311110799619929590.post-3397438127287645511</id><published>2009-01-17T23:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T00:34:16.127+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ohhhhh Gosh, super tired man. ): I've got bruises one my arm and legs. I can't walk up and down stairs. Training ain't that tough but I'm just not used to it. ): It's 1234am now, I'm turning in after this post ;D So, I went shopping today. Met up w lovelies and centrepoint, went t get the disc from mb before they reached. They were freaking late okay, but it's okay cause I enjoyed my time in times bookstore. Wanted to get some books but decided not t when I can just go find them at a library. (: Walked t farest and many many mnyyyy other shopping malls before heading t cineleisure t get my brunch and walked around there. Bought CNY clothes again, tho I bought my tees already, I got MORE! :D Headed over t bugis for more shopping spree. Woohoo, left for Frog Leg porrigde for our dinner. Yummy man, headed home after that. What a day, I might continue my shopping spree tomorrow. (: Long time no meet up with dearest sister. (: Hurhur, but I might go window shopping tomorrow. Brother just told me t accompany him t get his cny clothes. ;x Maybe we'll go together. Eyelids are heavy. Goodnights peeps. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xoxo my friend,&lt;br /&gt;my heart skips a beat when I see you.&lt;br /&gt;What does that really mean,&lt;br /&gt;I cannot predict you.&lt;br /&gt;I want to know more,&lt;br /&gt;You keep me going. ;D&lt;br /&gt;Xoxo my friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2311110799619929590-3397438127287645511?l=thell-wlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thell-wlove.blogspot.com/feeds/3397438127287645511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2311110799619929590&amp;postID=3397438127287645511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311110799619929590/posts/default/3397438127287645511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311110799619929590/posts/default/3397438127287645511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thell-wlove.blogspot.com/2009/01/ohhhhh-gosh-super-tired-man.html' title=''/><author><name>MeL-Oh-Vee-Ee.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12274286134624560710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2311110799619929590.post-8533219312886191675</id><published>2009-01-14T20:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T22:39:12.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Romeo, Save me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;I got tired of waiting,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;wondering if you were ever coming round,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;my faith in you were fading.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/SW336r3IpII/AAAAAAAAAbk/XEojNTGtj4A/s1600-h/Beauty+of+Nature.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 252px; height: 166px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/SW336r3IpII/AAAAAAAAAbk/XEojNTGtj4A/s200/Beauty+of+Nature.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291157724808651906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;{ Lying under the sun, the cool breeze blowing on our face. Isn't that the perfect thing t do.}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Oh well, my body is still aching and my tummy hurts when I sneeze. My throat hurts and I don't have appetite t eat. What's wrong with meeee.  I don't wna get sick a few weeks before Chinese New Year! There's training tmr and class ends at 1pm. Training starts at 5.30pm, I don't wna go home from Tampines and then head down t bishan from woodlands. Super waste time man, I wna go movie tomorrow! ;D Hurhur, how how how? I feel like nyny-ing tomorrow. Time t like relieve stress too, catching up with friends and everything else. Shitmans, I'm like talking t myself on msn. Peeps aren't replying me. Arugh, I give up and appered offline just a few sec ago. ): Im so messed up man, the feeling is all wrong and I'm falling into things that I should stay clear off. Aye, I'll just stay low-profile for now. (: Shall not create any havoc. *Beams. Looking for kakis now, shall go shopping tomorrow. Maybe have a feast, maybe just sleep on the streets till it's 5.30 ;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Just joking man. Mel won't do such thing, I'll just pop by some library and have a look. (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;I'm hungry, very hungry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;I wna lose weight. ): &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Xoxo my friend, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;I don't know what to think. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Doing what I shouldn't even start t think of. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;I can't help it man, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;just so perfect. ): &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;I hate this part right here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Best friends or Bad friends? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;I somehow feel evil inside, ): I might have made a mistake but there's no use crying over spilled milk. I'm so sorry my friend. I'm telling you off and everything becos I don't wish you t be like this when you're in the outside world. It's for your own good, serious. I find it a point t say it out here cos I somehow feel guilty inside. Yes, my guilt is haunting me. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2311110799619929590-8533219312886191675?l=thell-wlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thell-wlove.blogspot.com/feeds/8533219312886191675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2311110799619929590&amp;postID=8533219312886191675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311110799619929590/posts/default/8533219312886191675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311110799619929590/posts/default/8533219312886191675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thell-wlove.blogspot.com/2009/01/romeo-save-me.html' title=''/><author><name>MeL-Oh-Vee-Ee.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12274286134624560710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/SW336r3IpII/AAAAAAAAAbk/XEojNTGtj4A/s72-c/Beauty+of+Nature.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2311110799619929590.post-2224513967693614800</id><published>2009-01-13T21:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T00:04:16.704+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Congrats t those w awesome results! ;D You should go celebrate man. And t those w not-so-good results, hmmm. You did your best already, Try harder the next time, I mean in wherever you're going next. ;D Life is short, enjoy while you can!&lt;br /&gt;-Viwawaing ;D Hurhurs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Body super painnnnnn. ): Sad man, go school have to walk so far. Go class need climb stairs. Mel is lazyyyyyyy. Finally sweated it all out during yesterday's training. Well, I joined College Central Volleyball team. (: &amp;amp;&amp;amp;I don't know if it's a good thing or what. Seems like I'm th only one that was new from there. Waaatah, I'm so so in pain whenever I move here and there. Luckily class starts at 12.3o tomorrow. (: Can sleep till we shiok shiok, guys selection will be on Thursday! Hurhur, and that means training on thursday too. ): Gosh, maybe alan was right. My days are tooooo packed already! ): I should take some time off and relax! (: Maybe this weekend, read a book or just go shopping by myself. (: Did I mention that I went alone to popular? Well, spent quite sometime inside. Browsing through cookbooks and storybooks and some materials. Wanted t get myself some books but decided not to, I haven't even chase finish my Twilight Saga! ): I'm waiting for someeeee kind soul t lend me their NewMoon, Eclipse or Breaking Dawn. A long bus ride accompanied by a good book, isn't that good? Unless, I fall asleep in the bus ;x Hurhur. Ohhhh wellll, it's been one week in ITE and my clss rock man. ;D I got new name; 'Michelle' siol. ;x Veru cute classmates I've got. Andandand, I didn't know class would be so boring. ): Yawns,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;bodyaches and it's gna be 12midnight already. Sigh, I suddenly feel like drawing but there's no moon! I wna learn how t draw the bright moon, but nobody knows how to teaach me. Don't tell me it's just a plain circle with a black background or what. ;D Ohmygoddddd,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took height and weight today. Tho I'm labelled as healthy, it is surely not the ideal weight I wanted. ): Played volleyball w Din, Jared and qi during PE. Super pain, toldya my hands were bruised. Due t the very-long-didn't-play-me going for a suddenly very tough training. I shall get used t it! Something very very funny happened yesterday and I'm very very surprised. (: It's a very very good thing la. I didn't know Jared and Din plays Volleyball ley. Awesome man, I'm going t head th sack now. What a wordy post, too bad no pictures cos yah. Just no pictures for you peeps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Xoxo &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;my friend&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;I thought you were someone I could really really count on. &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I guess, I was wrong. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You slowly show your true colour, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can't save you if you don't even want t save yourself,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You're a two-faced person that, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't know if I can trust anymore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I have feelings too,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I just. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;can't believe all of these. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2311110799619929590-2224513967693614800?l=thell-wlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thell-wlove.blogspot.com/feeds/2224513967693614800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2311110799619929590&amp;postID=2224513967693614800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311110799619929590/posts/default/2224513967693614800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311110799619929590/posts/default/2224513967693614800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thell-wlove.blogspot.com/2009/01/congrats-t-those-w-awesome-results-d.html' title=''/><author><name>MeL-Oh-Vee-Ee.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12274286134624560710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2311110799619929590.post-9168394060874312452</id><published>2009-01-11T17:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T22:12:07.001+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/SWnzwl-7WAI/AAAAAAAAAbc/ki9Nx_gWuw4/s1600-h/th_birthday.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 160px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/SWnzwl-7WAI/AAAAAAAAAbc/ki9Nx_gWuw4/s200/th_birthday.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290027253478676482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{Happy advance Birthday to JieChoong!}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Best of luck for those who are taking their result tomorrow! ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Don't worry, you all can do it! ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melissa is feeling so grumpy these few days ): Why? I myself also have no idea. Rahhhhhh. I'm getting so fed up trying to rename all my songs, about 500+ of them. I'm finally done with it, and shit man. I lost my timetable, and I only know that my class is at 930am tomorrow. I'm soso dead, becos there's Volleyball CCA training tomorrow at 4.30 and class ends at 5pm! It's okay now cos the person that msg me said that I can go there after my class. Take bus 59 and idk where to alight! ): Thanks god, someone out there saved me/us. (: Anyway, update on life. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weekends are over! In a Flash man, I spent Saturday sleeping till the afternoon, baking and then basketball for a few hours before going to the prayer thingy. Mahjong there yesterday! I lost 0.7oCents. ): Went home at about 1230 and slept at 1am. Woke up the next day at 7plusAM. Head down the same place for the ruitals, did the same thing over and over again. Finally it's over and there's some really funneh things that happened. Personal(?), I shall keep to myself. ;D back home at 4plus, dead tired. Bathed and had dinner and now I'm blogging over here. Hurhur, wait a minute. It's 930pm already! Out for the Dance show! ;D&lt;br /&gt;Im back! SO omg coolness, nevermind. I think I'm going to bed now, it's a very very busy day tomorrow. Mommy still asked me t go home early cos she's baking Pineapple Tarts. Pray hard everything goes the right way. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xoxo my friend,&lt;br /&gt;stop your assumptions.&lt;br /&gt;And start doing real work,&lt;br /&gt;how can things always go your way?&lt;br /&gt;You're not some pop princess or highness that everyone has to give way to.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I just have enough.&lt;br /&gt;P.G.U ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2311110799619929590-9168394060874312452?l=thell-wlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thell-wlove.blogspot.com/feeds/9168394060874312452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2311110799619929590&amp;postID=9168394060874312452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311110799619929590/posts/default/9168394060874312452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311110799619929590/posts/default/9168394060874312452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thell-wlove.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-advance-birthday-to-jiechoong.html' title=''/><author><name>MeL-Oh-Vee-Ee.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12274286134624560710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/SWnzwl-7WAI/AAAAAAAAAbc/ki9Nx_gWuw4/s72-c/th_birthday.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2311110799619929590.post-3740883710111893788</id><published>2009-01-10T13:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T13:41:37.774+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hate is a very strong word.</title><content type='html'>I don't really have anything to blog now, maybe later? Cos I'm thinking of baking, yes Again. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2311110799619929590-3740883710111893788?l=thell-wlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thell-wlove.blogspot.com/feeds/3740883710111893788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2311110799619929590&amp;postID=3740883710111893788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311110799619929590/posts/default/3740883710111893788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311110799619929590/posts/default/3740883710111893788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thell-wlove.blogspot.com/2009/01/hate-is-very-strong-word.html' title='Hate is a very strong word.'/><author><name>MeL-Oh-Vee-Ee.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12274286134624560710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2311110799619929590.post-6910853680178962047</id><published>2009-01-09T20:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T23:27:39.261+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A new year with new things t worry about. (?)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/SWdrN5Fl5TI/AAAAAAAAAbU/8IfgLudphgA/s1600-h/Shera+Farewell3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/SWdrN5Fl5TI/AAAAAAAAAbU/8IfgLudphgA/s200/Shera+Farewell3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289314173776684338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;{ I miss those get-together days, what if one day we all forgotten each other?}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Mel just finish reading Twilight. Awesome man, totally addicted. I don't mind spending every bus trip back and fro school reading the Twilight Saga. (: Just that, I'm looking for the rest of th books. Thanks to Aunty Dze Ling for lending me the book, actually is thanks to her son, but whatever. :D I'm looking for the rest of th books, might be purchasing. Friends are tempting me, telling me that they read the book already! ): Anyway, did I tell you that my pay is here? Freaking little, cause I took many half-days leave and full day leave. ): Regrets, ):&lt;br /&gt;School has offically started and boy, it's tough t catch up. Everybody drawing is just so great, when mine sucks so much. I seriously need art classes, it's 11.o6pm already. I realised that this post is so so messy. I've been at facebook.com challenging my brother {Who is beside me} in many many games. Super fedup with GUess-a-sketch. ): Boohoo. There's something going on tomorrow and I doubt I can go out in the afternoon. ): New Year is coming, I want to go shopping. There's piles of unfinished work all over, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I hate picking up other people's mess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xoxo my friend,&lt;br /&gt;sometimes I find myself imgainating things that could never happen,&lt;br /&gt;but at the other end,&lt;br /&gt;a part of me wants it to happen.&lt;br /&gt;Despite it being something unpleasent,&lt;br /&gt;I somehow really hope it will happen.&lt;br /&gt;Oh dear,&lt;br /&gt;seems like I have fallen. ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2311110799619929590-6910853680178962047?l=thell-wlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thell-wlove.blogspot.com/feeds/6910853680178962047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2311110799619929590&amp;postID=6910853680178962047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311110799619929590/posts/default/6910853680178962047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311110799619929590/posts/default/6910853680178962047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thell-wlove.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-year-with-new-things-t-worry-about.html' title='A new year with new things t worry about. (?)'/><author><name>MeL-Oh-Vee-Ee.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12274286134624560710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/SWdrN5Fl5TI/AAAAAAAAAbU/8IfgLudphgA/s72-c/Shera+Farewell3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2311110799619929590.post-9098533839116882653</id><published>2009-01-07T21:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T23:12:45.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm yawning away while thinking of what to post. ): Mel is not having enough sleep cos she have t wake up 2hours before school start to take bus all the way there. It's only the third day and I'm already so fussy. I get morning stomachaches like everyday, it's not sickness or what okay. It's just some old problem that happens once in a while. ): Eye lids are heavy, but I can't just turn off and go lie down in bed. My blisters are killing me, my hair is wet and I did the stupidest thing. I actually took a nail-clipper and cut out my blister. ): It's freaking pain man, and guess what. I still played basketball/Volleyball when I went back to school just now for the Secondary One CCA orientation. Ohmygosh, luckily there's no school for us tomorrow. (: My school's gna be on the teevee! :D So, we don't hve to report t campus tomorrow cos th teachers will most likely be at HQ Ite Central. (: Hurhur, rest day. I think I'm gna sleep all morning and maybe afternoon. I'm thinking of going basketball session tomorrow anot, but I think I better stay in cos walking is already so tough for me. What about playing basketball? D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back Woodlands Ring to help out at the CCA orientation today. I heard that many came t sign up by themself! ;D And there was about a few that was already 173. Like what the hell? So tall, but I don't think they came t join Volleyball. ): Sad Case. Shoot hoops longer then I played Volleyball. My hands were dirty and the feeling of playing volleyball is just ohmygosh, one word- shiok ;D. Sadly, my blister is double painful and I have rashes on my arm. ): Left school and walked home with redzuan. Hurhur, blisters on both foot and I walked home. (: How great. I'm super sleepy, some people just added me into a conversation with like 4 peoples? I trying t keep awake, but Idk why I'm super thirsty. Gna go drink cupS of water now. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xoxo my friend,&lt;br /&gt;I hope you know.&lt;br /&gt;This has nothing to do with you,&lt;br /&gt;imy like a child misses her blanket,&lt;br /&gt;but it's time to be a big girl now.&lt;br /&gt;Why lie to me,&lt;br /&gt;I'm strong. I can face the fact okay. ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2311110799619929590-9098533839116882653?l=thell-wlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thell-wlove.blogspot.com/feeds/9098533839116882653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2311110799619929590&amp;postID=9098533839116882653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311110799619929590/posts/default/9098533839116882653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311110799619929590/posts/default/9098533839116882653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thell-wlove.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-yawning-away-while-thinking-of-what.html' title=''/><author><name>MeL-Oh-Vee-Ee.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12274286134624560710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2311110799619929590.post-6116167878445512164</id><published>2009-01-06T22:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T00:17:12.404+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/SWOB3F5AkiI/AAAAAAAAAbM/iMS9LfXHlUo/s1600-h/Togetherness.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/SWOB3F5AkiI/AAAAAAAAAbM/iMS9LfXHlUo/s200/Togetherness.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288213170937172514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{I miss Woodlands Ring Secondary School. ):}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PAIN IN KILLING. &lt;/span&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;Just came home an hour ago. Regrets flushing in my mind, I shouldn't have played basketball bare-footed. I should not have done that, and worst of all. There's cca selection coming up in the next week. ): Dying soon. And my mother just came in with 'Great' news. Apparently, the 'early new year cookies' I made was a big hit with her friends and she already sold th ones I made and have an order list of 10 boxes. There is 25 in each box, so 25 x 10 = 250. ): I have to make 250 pineapple tarts before Chinese New Year. Plus there's ahgong thingy this weekend and school has already started. Normal lessons will resume on Wednesday and great, my uniform is not here YET! ): There's PE on every wednesday and I heard that there's theory for PE. Like what the toot? So, i'm having trouble walking to everywhere now. ): Pain is killing me. Brother said that the blister on my left foot having pop and the blister on my right pop already and it's like bleeding inside.(?) It's effing pain okay. Boohoohoo, my eyelids are heavy. I need t wait for my hair to dry and then go sleep. Meeting brother tomorrow at 645 ;D Taking same bus there tho we aren't in the same school. Hurhur, and I heard that Janice is acting in my brother's film(?) Must &lt;span style="color:#c60a00;"&gt;加油 &lt;/span&gt;okay! It's hard to cope with so many things, but girls can multi-task better then guys. I think. ;D I might be crazy and not right up there, but I signed up for 3 ccas. All of them at Bishan Campus! (: Basketball, Netball and Volleyball. &lt;3 Oh my, hopefully my blister will heal before the selection date. I don't want to bear with the pain and do wha I am suppose to do la. ): I'm turning in now.&lt;br /&gt;Nights. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xoxo my friend,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;speechless. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2311110799619929590-6116167878445512164?l=thell-wlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thell-wlove.blogspot.com/feeds/6116167878445512164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2311110799619929590&amp;postID=6116167878445512164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311110799619929590/posts/default/6116167878445512164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311110799619929590/posts/default/6116167878445512164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thell-wlove.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-miss-woodlands-ring-secondary-school.html' title=''/><author><name>MeL-Oh-Vee-Ee.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12274286134624560710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/SWOB3F5AkiI/AAAAAAAAAbM/iMS9LfXHlUo/s72-c/Togetherness.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2311110799619929590.post-2574655402697463270</id><published>2009-01-05T22:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T23:00:38.252+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love of my life.</title><content type='html'>Love of my life, Vaio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been some time since I updated. Thousand apologies! Been rather busy, preparing for start of school and everything. So let me clear up abit before I continue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright! Updates on my life, I'm in Space Design and I just bought my laptoppppp. Yayness manx, to the max. And my brother was commenting on facebook that it's not fair that I got a VAIO Laptop which is many many times better then his. ;D So, it's a little bit weird typing here cos I'm in my brother room and it's usually quiet. Anyway, today was the first day of school and well. I made friends already! Do you think I should post their name here? Hmmmm, maybe not. Anyway, we had ONE ice breaker game and my name was called so many time okay. ): Make me so kan chiong only, my classmate for 2 year. Let's make &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Peace&lt;/span&gt; people. Had talks and talks and more talks, tour around the school and went t tampines mall for shopping again! I mean, girls can't take their sweet time t shop meh? I don't like t be rushed at okay, you scare the sky fall down is it? What's the rush, I don't see you panicking when You wasted time and made us wait. We also come down from Woodlands to meet you okay! Shopped and bought my clothes! Shit man, I'm cheated by somebody. Now I only have ONE school uniform. Clever me, immd. went t hand-wash my uniform when I reached home and it's dry now! Yayness, superb job for me. And and and, tp ite is super small. I have to do my best cos it's either I get a 3.5 GPA or privates. ): Stress man. I'm gna end here, pictures some other day. I'm in love with my vaio mannnn. ;D It's also dying on me!! Batt low man. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xoxo my friend,&lt;br /&gt;It's love that makes the world go round.&lt;br /&gt;It's you that managed t bring me so high.&lt;br /&gt;It's also you that &lt;u&gt;crushed&lt;/u&gt; me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alan! You better get well okay! ;D&lt;br /&gt;No fried food, no alcohol.&lt;br /&gt;Drink plenty of water and stay clear of fastfood!&lt;br /&gt;3months is better then lifelong ! ;D&lt;br /&gt;Get well NOW! ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2311110799619929590-2574655402697463270?l=thell-wlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thell-wlove.blogspot.com/feeds/2574655402697463270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2311110799619929590&amp;postID=2574655402697463270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311110799619929590/posts/default/2574655402697463270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311110799619929590/posts/default/2574655402697463270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thell-wlove.blogspot.com/2009/01/love-of-my-life.html' title='Love of my life.'/><author><name>MeL-Oh-Vee-Ee.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12274286134624560710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2311110799619929590.post-793843040295714292</id><published>2009-01-03T18:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T20:12:44.299+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mel is doing all sorts of thing that's ruining herself. ): &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;NEWS UPDATE ;D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a fire in the rubbish chute of block . Super smokey and smelly and there are those small small brunt thingy in the air flying around. Melissa don't like it. Being typical Singaporean, we went out t take a look. (: Anybody unlucky enough t not realized that there's a fire in the chute and touches the metal handle that leads him/her to OMG hotness. Poor thang, tsktsktsk. Who's the ass that cause that fire in the chute! No brains canx. ): Make my life shorter already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohwell, in my last post I wanted t blog about new year resolution. So here it is ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be a nice girl and not let daddy and mommy t worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Concentrate on my studies and not give up halfway.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want to be able to get what I want myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I hope my sister will start t grow up and learn t be independent ;D &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;School Life will be good for me. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Have no cash problems&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Able to solve my problems w/o causing others any trouble ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;All these, for the time being ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Xoxo my friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sometimes it's good t take a break,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;From the world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A cup of coffee would be nice, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a walk in the park alone might be nice too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2311110799619929590-793843040295714292?l=thell-wlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thell-wlove.blogspot.com/feeds/793843040295714292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2311110799619929590&amp;postID=793843040295714292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311110799619929590/posts/default/793843040295714292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311110799619929590/posts/default/793843040295714292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thell-wlove.blogspot.com/2009/01/mel-is-doing-all-sorts-of-thing-thats.html' title=''/><author><name>MeL-Oh-Vee-Ee.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12274286134624560710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2311110799619929590.post-564560567235829659</id><published>2009-01-01T20:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T23:14:16.932+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FIRST POST of YEAR 2oo9. (:</title><content type='html'>HAPPY 牛 YEARRRR ;D&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye 2008, Hello 2009. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Something I got from Facebook ; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you don't have to spend an hour in front of your closet before a date to choose which clothes you'll look good in; because you're good looking anyway. emotional, sensitive... you are the type who would go by feelings rather than logic at times. it was meant to be a good thing, though, because you are very considerate about others. when you love someone, you'll even buy the moon for that person to show how sincere you are. you're a filial child. to add on, you forgave people easily and that makes everyone wants to be friend with you even more! you love music very much. when facing problem, you'll try to look at it from various angles and try to solve it in a reasonable way. needless to say, your presence is more than enough to calm people down. humble, kind-hearted, polite... you're just flawless, alright!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{True or what? I think it is like almost true. (: I realised, I don't understand myself 1oo%ly. ): I'm trying my best to. &amp;amp;Just randomness; Love yourself more then you love others? Rah, you're driving me crazy but I've got no choice. {Insert downright sad face here.} I'm gna stop, for the moment. }&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Year 2009 is here. Ohmygosh, Happy New Year! I didn't managed t post on th last day of 2008 becos I was out the whole day. (: I can't wait for &lt;s&gt;Sucky&lt;/s&gt; 2008 to faster end becos it is definately not a very good year, for me. ): The start of 2009 ain't that good either, I also felt that 2008 was not well spent/cherished by me. Gone in a jiffy, it's all happening too quickly. &amp;amp;&amp;amp;I swear I would cherish what I got in 2009. My resolution would be coming up in the nxt post! (: I want my 2oo9 to be well spend !:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Xoxo my friend, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;like I guess,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it will happen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;just sooner or later. ;D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I wish you well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I just hope you could WAKE UP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cos the world don't go accordingly t you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2311110799619929590-564560567235829659?l=thell-wlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thell-wlove.blogspot.com/feeds/564560567235829659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2311110799619929590&amp;postID=564560567235829659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311110799619929590/posts/default/564560567235829659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311110799619929590/posts/default/564560567235829659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thell-wlove.blogspot.com/2009/01/first-post-of-year-2oo9.html' title='FIRST POST of YEAR 2oo9. (:'/><author><name>MeL-Oh-Vee-Ee.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12274286134624560710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2311110799619929590.post-602947533369537076</id><published>2008-12-29T21:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T00:02:27.704+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Countdown/: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Last second day of Year 2008.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last day of work.&lt;br /&gt;I'm accepted into Space Design. I don't know t be happy or what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/SVpFZZxhDaI/AAAAAAAAAbE/1TOXiq33AFo/s1600-h/Sign+of+emotions.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 174px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/SVpFZZxhDaI/AAAAAAAAAbE/1TOXiq33AFo/s200/Sign+of+emotions.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285613415390317986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Yoohoooo. One more day and let's all wave Goodbye to Year2008. I kinda want 2009 to come yet I can't let go of 2008. This is the part where a friendship is put to a test, we have parted but like I said, our heart will definately stick as one. Moreover, we have been together for 4years. It's ain't short and there's definately some memories of each of you in my heart. I will plan one outing for WRS Class 4nt8 one day in Jan okay! :D I will, I shall. So half an hour more to go and it's the LAST DAY of 2008. ;/: I don't know what to do. I have to wake up at  6am tomorrow becos we have to be at Tampines ITE by 830. I hve no idea and the piece of shit didn't even state it clearly. Imagine me waking up at 6am every morning ): Panda-ish Mel in 2weeks time! Before 2008 just fly by, I want to make this long long post longer! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dear 2008,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been trying my best to be nice this year. I didn't break any rules, I studied hard and I did my best in everything. I'm not enjoying my life like how I did in the past, I think twice before saying anything and I think of what will happen next when I do something. I'm learning to do things by myself, I'm looking at things in a different angle now. I'm growing up, I'm trying to listen and watch at the same time. I've been given chances over and over again by people around me, now, I've learnt to cherish and realised that actions do talk louder then words. People around me can give me high hopes, they can also take everything away from me. I've learnt to forgive and forget. To cover one eyes and walk away, but &lt;u&gt;please don't take my kindness as my weakness.&lt;/u&gt; I know how to face my phobia rather then running away, and You don't know how relieved I am to be able to face it and not run away FROM it. :D It took me alot of courage. Sadly, high hopes can lead to high disappointment. I'm tired of this {Insert confused-emotion here} 2008, I hope my 2009 will be full of colours. I don't mind the UPs and DOWNs. As long as my family and friends&lt;br /&gt;are willing t reach out and pull me up. I shall take the challenge, 2009 will be tough. I know it, space design; please don't be so tough! ): Don't worry, I won't let my last post in the year 2008 be so sadist. ;D I will end with a happy note tomorrow! :D It's exactly 12am now.&lt;br /&gt;LAST DAY OF 2008. Cherish it manx. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xoxo my friend,&lt;br /&gt;All of those will only happen in MY dream(s),&lt;br /&gt;I'm selfish, I want more.&lt;br /&gt;I'm jealous, I won't admit it. ):&lt;br /&gt;AssMel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2311110799619929590-602947533369537076?l=thell-wlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thell-wlove.blogspot.com/feeds/602947533369537076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2311110799619929590&amp;postID=602947533369537076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311110799619929590/posts/default/602947533369537076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311110799619929590/posts/default/602947533369537076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thell-wlove.blogspot.com/2008/12/countdown-last-second-day-of-year-2008.html' title=''/><author><name>MeL-Oh-Vee-Ee.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12274286134624560710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/SVpFZZxhDaI/AAAAAAAAAbE/1TOXiq33AFo/s72-c/Sign+of+emotions.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2311110799619929590.post-3012766308637300398</id><published>2008-12-28T22:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T23:36:27.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hulala ;D</title><content type='html'>I'm backkkkkk ;D Pictures filled post!&lt;br /&gt;I woke up freaking early today, at 10am if I'm not wrong. Wash up and I started t prepare the items for my baking session. I went all the way t TPY buy my ingredients  and I'm not gna let my time go to waste. ;D Sooooo, let the picture do th talking ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/SVeU3RiSW6I/AAAAAAAAAac/3wbloZj8mIM/s1600-h/LGIM0113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/SVeU3RiSW6I/AAAAAAAAAac/3wbloZj8mIM/s200/LGIM0113.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284856365063494562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, You mix the Flour and Cocoa Powder together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/SVeU3mE0suI/AAAAAAAAAak/r66To34y9MM/s1600-h/LGIM0115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/SVeU3mE0suI/AAAAAAAAAak/r66To34y9MM/s200/LGIM0115.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284856370577060578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is best to prepare your ingredients before you start baking. It will be more neater.&lt;br /&gt;Then you mix everything into a bowl and put the mix on the tray. ;D Into the oven you go! And tadaaaaa ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/SVeU3zYtTJI/AAAAAAAAAas/BRNqxnBwCwo/s1600-h/LGIM0118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/SVeU3zYtTJI/AAAAAAAAAas/BRNqxnBwCwo/s200/LGIM0118.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284856374150122642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dust them with Icing Sugar and you got your Cookies! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/SVeU4DUfatI/AAAAAAAAAa0/wLl-1MPlNos/s1600-h/LGIM0120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/SVeU4DUfatI/AAAAAAAAAa0/wLl-1MPlNos/s200/LGIM0120.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284856378427402962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did star shapes one, ;D Very adorable.Sadly, my cookies were not that big for my heart shape cutter. ): Nevermind, I got the ingredients, just need find time to bake! :D One last picture for the day ;D .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/SVeU4DtbZII/AAAAAAAAAa8/fAe_fpJbpZ8/s1600-h/LGIM0121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/SVeU4DtbZII/AAAAAAAAAa8/fAe_fpJbpZ8/s200/LGIM0121.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284856378531996802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After baking, I went t help out in the kitchen. Peel prawn &amp;amp;clean them. (: Super interesting but very smelly and it hurts. Cos their head very sharp, and it keeps poking on my skin. After everything is done, I packed my cookies and off I go for basketball session at cresent w the clique. (: QUite tiring, and super guard don't want let us pass. ): Had to bother cousin vernice t come down. So kpo for what, use mouth talk. No actions from you. Booyah, you suck many many. :D Had dinner at the coffeeshop downstairs, and left for casueway point. To get my stationary for tomorrow's test! Omgomgomg, I'm nervous. I wonder how is Jiayin doing ;x Left causeway and went to 512 for basketball session, woohoo. Sweat like hell lot, that's actually good. Sadly, th people there were quite fierce {?}. Left for home and otw back, we sat down at some fitness corner t watch a match between two Poly. Super cool can, that blue shirt guy is so so hot cos he jump super high. Like man bao chao ren ;x Hahas, anyway. Took bus back home and I'm wondering if Johnny and Shin found the carpark anot, cos I think I kinda left them there. ;D Cos they alighted one stop before me. Well, I'm home now. And I'm turning in cos I don't want to go there w panda eyes ! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Xoxo my friend, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I miss you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; from the bottom of my heart k. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2311110799619929590-3012766308637300398?l=thell-wlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thell-wlove.blogspot.com/feeds/3012766308637300398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2311110799619929590&amp;postID=3012766308637300398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311110799619929590/posts/default/3012766308637300398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311110799619929590/posts/default/3012766308637300398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thell-wlove.blogspot.com/2008/12/hulala-d.html' title='Hulala ;D'/><author><name>MeL-Oh-Vee-Ee.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12274286134624560710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/SVeU3RiSW6I/AAAAAAAAAac/3wbloZj8mIM/s72-c/LGIM0113.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2311110799619929590.post-617634606424904406</id><published>2008-12-27T19:21:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T08:17:08.557+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Still hanging on,</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Happy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Belated&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Birthday&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Benjamin Mok!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;} &lt;/span&gt;I know I'm kinda late, but happy birthday my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second post of th day ;D&lt;br /&gt;I'm back from Tpy, guess what. I really got lost and I left house at 230 and I reach PH at only4pm. ): Super lost and freaking heavy k. ;D Super heavy cos I bought self-raising flour, caster sugar &amp;amp;icing sugar each is 1kg. Wallet got big big hole ): Took train back and bought back my lunch/dinner  Nevermind, I shall bake tomorrow when Daddy's away. Christmas season is over and I'm thinking of giving away belated present ;D Gosh, I shall see how tomorrow. Plus they wanted t have basketball session tomorrow. Rahhhhhhhhhh. School's starting on the 5Jan and I need to get myself some stationary for the test. I'm thinking of getting myself sneakers for school, and I'm nervous cos the test is like 2days away. Jiayin is also taking the same test as me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fate will divide us, but I know our heart will stick as one (: &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2311110799619929590-617634606424904406?l=thell-wlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thell-wlove.blogspot.com/feeds/617634606424904406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2311110799619929590&amp;postID=617634606424904406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311110799619929590/posts/default/617634606424904406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311110799619929590/posts/default/617634606424904406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thell-wlove.blogspot.com/2008/12/still-hanging-on.html' title='Still hanging on,'/><author><name>MeL-Oh-Vee-Ee.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12274286134624560710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2311110799619929590.post-4996148696224889798</id><published>2008-12-27T13:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T14:11:10.528+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Melly Christmas :D&lt;br /&gt;I'm still in a Christmas mood ]: My Christmas was spent at East Coast Park, under th very red sky, with clique and people we don't know, doing nothing much and trying our best t keep awake ;D Well, I'm going down t Toapayoh just t get my ingredients, damn. Why must they close down th one at Sembawang and replace it with some stupid handphone shop. ): I'm bound t get lost at TPY. Booyahs.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I'm off. (:&lt;br /&gt;Xoxo sweetarts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2311110799619929590-4996148696224889798?l=thell-wlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thell-wlove.blogspot.com/feeds/4996148696224889798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2311110799619929590&amp;postID=4996148696224889798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311110799619929590/posts/default/4996148696224889798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311110799619929590/posts/default/4996148696224889798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thell-wlove.blogspot.com/2008/12/melly-christmas-d-im-still-in-christmas.html' title=''/><author><name>MeL-Oh-Vee-Ee.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12274286134624560710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2311110799619929590.post-4930542766991385517</id><published>2008-12-25T14:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T23:01:33.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MELLY CHRISTMAS.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;E&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/SVMtI8DTizI/AAAAAAAAAZs/qNAtoOLV3-4/s1600-h/Merry+Christmas.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 159px; height: 51px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/SVMtI8DTizI/AAAAAAAAAZs/qNAtoOLV3-4/s200/Merry+Christmas.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283616419417918258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Woohoo. Backkkkkk frommmmm th celebrationnnnnn. I'm super tired and lazy t lift my fingers up from the keyboard. ): Party like a rockstar yesterday, thanks Alex cum part-time boyf for coming aites. (: I received msges from some really thoughtful peeps and I didn't reply them, instead I called each of them up. (: Heh, sms jammed already la. Even th msges from yesterday are not sent out totally, some are still in my Outbox ! ): Alright, I didn't sleep at all and my eye lids are heavyyyy. ): They had two tent and I didn't even lay down in any one of th tents. Thanks for the present peeps ;D I love you peeps okay? Told ya I'm fair. (: Well, if you want a present from Mel, tell me. It's will be just a lil later. :x Hurhur, I'm gna take a nap now. Might update again later. (: I'll upload pictures too! So, come back for more la. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnights, Melly Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;Thank You(s) to all who wished me Mrry Christmas! :D&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;I hate that Biatch who sprayed the snow thingy on me AFTER my bath. _ manx.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;I just miss __,____,____,____,______,_____,___,____,___ supershity much. ):&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;I hate the smell of Jealousy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xoxo Mr Santa,&lt;br /&gt;I've been an awful good girl.&lt;br /&gt;Bless those who I know,&lt;br /&gt;good or bad.&lt;br /&gt;Put a present under their pillow and&lt;br /&gt;kiss them goodnight for me,&lt;br /&gt;will you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2311110799619929590-4930542766991385517?l=thell-wlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thell-wlove.blogspot.com/feeds/4930542766991385517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2311110799619929590&amp;postID=4930542766991385517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311110799619929590/posts/default/4930542766991385517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311110799619929590/posts/default/4930542766991385517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thell-wlove.blogspot.com/2008/12/melly-christmas.html' title='MELLY CHRISTMAS.'/><author><name>MeL-Oh-Vee-Ee.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12274286134624560710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/SVMtI8DTizI/AAAAAAAAAZs/qNAtoOLV3-4/s72-c/Merry+Christmas.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2311110799619929590.post-403341841665130892</id><published>2008-12-24T13:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T13:13:39.041+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday Yana darling. :D From the bottom of my heart, I wish you a Happy Birthday okay! :D Tho I didn't manage t wish you on the dot, I didn't want to be late. What if your phone kena bomb by people, then I won't be able to wish you already! ): Anyway, HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEAREST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;Merry Christmas to all. Whatcha gna do? (: I don't know if I have plans anot, because those PIGS are still sleeping. And they are not answerng my calls ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye, I'm going t Sakae Sushi now. (: Guo Hao's treattttt. Yayness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2311110799619929590-403341841665130892?l=thell-wlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thell-wlove.blogspot.com/feeds/403341841665130892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2311110799619929590&amp;postID=403341841665130892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311110799619929590/posts/default/403341841665130892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311110799619929590/posts/default/403341841665130892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thell-wlove.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-birthday-yana-darling.html' title=''/><author><name>MeL-Oh-Vee-Ee.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12274286134624560710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2311110799619929590.post-89638217196606935</id><published>2008-12-23T11:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T13:04:18.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm in the office now, it seems like it's been so long since I stepped into the office. ): &amp;amp;&amp;amp;When was the last day I blogged? Gosh, please be patient. This will be a super long post! (: I shall start w collection of result on Thursday ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Thursday.&lt;/u&gt; 18 December.&lt;br /&gt;Omgomgomg. Collection of result, th feeling is very weird when you put on th school uniform after such a long long break. Went down to bedok after that, shoot ball and I forgot what happen after that. ;D Short-Term-Memory-Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Friday.&lt;/u&gt; 19 December.&lt;br /&gt;Stock Take, super dusty and sleepy. Quite tiring too, just keep counting and keep counting and keep counting. ): Left work early to go help out at Chris's performance at Rolex Building. Super Laughoutloud, never fails t make me laugh. After their performance, left early to meet clique for Dinner. :D Hong came wit me too. Was late and they were already there. Settled down at Mac, it was already 1opm. Catch up wit them and sat there till very very late, saw th old clique at mac. ): Omg la. So what the hell can. Home sweet home at 12am :D Jason fell in love wit his HongHong :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Saturday.&lt;/u&gt; 20 December.&lt;br /&gt;Woke up freaking early for basketball session w the usual peeps at 9am. They overslept, and we finally agreed t meet at 10am. They came at 11am, w.o.w right. Luckily I had my breakfast t stall time :D Some people were already there when I came, sun brunt can. ): Went Qi's place t dye her hair and fall asleep there. Till 5.pm, rush down t Wisma for chris's performance ;D Had supper after their performance and home sweet home :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday. 21 December&lt;br /&gt;Had Christmas gathering cum Grandmother's belated birthday celebration over at cousin's house. First to reach and was tired la. ): Mahjong time! Woohoo, happy cansx. Won with the help of brother and Aunty. ;D Home at about 11 plus, dead tired. Lucky me, took off for tomorrow. :D Going to visit some ITEs and apply for the course ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday. 22 Decemeber&lt;br /&gt;Check out the ITEs and stayed at Tampines area till like 10pm. ): Disappointed k. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23 December.&lt;br /&gt;Start working already, it seems like a few months since I came t work. Met up w Qi for dinner and then saw Guanwei and then met Alex and omg. Saw like alot of familar faces (: Oh, I just miss all of you okay? I'm not being biased or what but to be fair, I miss you all EQUALLY. :D My boyfriend for the day is super sweet t help me carry this and carry that. Like maid like that ;x Hurhurs. Stupid ENQI Pangseh me in the end, if you tell me earlier that you want to watch. I won't be mad at you okay. Is it not like I won't let you pei your boyf or friends right. Just let me know luh, you are the one that say you don't want watch. You're also the one who say that you want to watch. ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2311110799619929590-89638217196606935?l=thell-wlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thell-wlove.blogspot.com/feeds/89638217196606935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2311110799619929590&amp;postID=89638217196606935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311110799619929590/posts/default/89638217196606935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311110799619929590/posts/default/89638217196606935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thell-wlove.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-in-office-now-it-seems-like-its-been.html' title=''/><author><name>MeL-Oh-Vee-Ee.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12274286134624560710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2311110799619929590.post-2264914527873649773</id><published>2008-12-18T10:51:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T11:10:08.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Omg omg and more Omgs. :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/SUm9Rec4EPI/AAAAAAAAAZk/MAdZCHVr-DE/s1600-h/Stress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 116px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/SUm9Rec4EPI/AAAAAAAAAZk/MAdZCHVr-DE/s200/Stress.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280960145998221554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few more hours to go ;D Omgomgomg. I'm nervous, I'm having butterflies in my tummy, I can't stop praying. &amp;amp;Thank YOU for wishing my good lucks okay! :D I've done my best and I shall wish Good Luck to the rest! Well, I'm meeting some people at 12noon  at admiralty for Brunch. &amp;amp;I woke up at like freaking 830. I tried going back to sleep but I always get disturbed or what and wake up an hour later. ): I slept earlier yesterday night cos I was not feeling well. And hopefully I don't get the dizzyspells like yesterday, just keep spinning and keep spinning. Gosh,&lt;br /&gt;I better start getting prepared. &amp;amp;If I have the entra time, I think I would like to relax and read Twilight. Omg niceeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xoxo my Classmates!&lt;br /&gt;Good luck for everything you do in life!&lt;br /&gt;Once you make that move, don't regret! :D&lt;br /&gt;Xxoo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2311110799619929590-2264914527873649773?l=thell-wlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thell-wlove.blogspot.com/feeds/2264914527873649773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2311110799619929590&amp;postID=2264914527873649773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311110799619929590/posts/default/2264914527873649773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311110799619929590/posts/default/2264914527873649773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thell-wlove.blogspot.com/2008/12/omg-omg-and-more-omgs-d.html' title='Omg omg and more Omgs. :D'/><author><name>MeL-Oh-Vee-Ee.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12274286134624560710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/SUm9Rec4EPI/AAAAAAAAAZk/MAdZCHVr-DE/s72-c/Stress.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2311110799619929590.post-3654867911446937769</id><published>2008-12-17T08:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T17:26:04.855+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Countdown ;&lt;br /&gt;Less then 24 Hours to collection of Result!  *butterflies in my stomachhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;7 Day to Christmas :D  Hohoho. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see/.&lt;br /&gt;I'm speechless. :D I'm freezing.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2311110799619929590-3654867911446937769?l=thell-wlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thell-wlove.blogspot.com/feeds/3654867911446937769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2311110799619929590&amp;postID=3654867911446937769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311110799619929590/posts/default/3654867911446937769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311110799619929590/posts/default/3654867911446937769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thell-wlove.blogspot.com/2008/12/countdown-less-then-24-hours-to.html' title=''/><author><name>MeL-Oh-Vee-Ee.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12274286134624560710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2311110799619929590.post-2825131618040023049</id><published>2008-12-15T08:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T17:22:47.678+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;According to your age (16), list down the number of things that most people don’t know about you&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;1) I actually have teeth marks on my left cheeks, bitten by my dearest cousin. :D (You can take a closer look if you want!)&lt;br /&gt;2) My cheeks/face gets really reddish easily.&lt;br /&gt;3) I laugh at the littlest thing, even if it's not really THAT funny.&lt;br /&gt;4) I'm quite a perfectionist, a very lousy one actually.&lt;br /&gt;5) I actually got a phobia of swallowing pills.&lt;br /&gt;6) I like t read novels, I can spend a day reading. :D I prefer English to chinese too!&lt;br /&gt;7] I enjoy photography, I wanted t be a photographer.&lt;br /&gt;8) I loveee t bake, tho sometimes I failed. I still enjoy baking alot. :D Yummy.&lt;br /&gt;9) I have big dreams which I really keep to myself :D&lt;br /&gt;10) I think that chocolates should be everyone's bestfriend.&lt;br /&gt;11) I'm tall and I still like to wear heels :D&lt;br /&gt;12) I didn't like to drink milk bcos of some reason :D but now I drink la.&lt;br /&gt;13) It is very rare that I get really angry ;D&lt;br /&gt;14) I like to gossip and hear other ppl’s story. Im a good listener! (Same as Alan) :D&lt;br /&gt;15) I like to observe people. (Same as Alan, we're Leos what! )&lt;br /&gt;16) I loveeee t have little meals, I like to eat. :D I don't like t wait when I'm hungry cos I get angry really easily when I'm hungry. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;After completing this, I think these are things that people should ALREADY know about me ;D Oh well, I really took a long long time doing this. (: Suddenly, I feel like I actually know alot alot of things about other people. Well, things that are suppose t be kept in the heart shall be! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xoxo my friend,&lt;br /&gt;You, Me.&lt;br /&gt;So simple. (: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2311110799619929590-2825131618040023049?l=thell-wlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thell-wlove.blogspot.com/feeds/2825131618040023049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2311110799619929590&amp;postID=2825131618040023049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311110799619929590/posts/default/2825131618040023049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311110799619929590/posts/default/2825131618040023049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thell-wlove.blogspot.com/2008/12/according-to-your-age-16-list-down.html' title=''/><author><name>MeL-Oh-Vee-Ee.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12274286134624560710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2311110799619929590.post-7128112224665491399</id><published>2008-12-15T08:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T08:47:04.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 more daysssss. &amp;10more daysssss.</title><content type='html'>Countdown :&lt;br /&gt;3days to Collection of Results.&lt;br /&gt;10 days to Christmas :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's getting nearer and nearer already. :D I want t get my results and I also don't want to get my results. Update of yesterday's day will not be publish :D Hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are treated differently,&lt;br /&gt;never did I know that&lt;br /&gt;you were just another Happy Fruit. :D&lt;br /&gt;Xoxo my friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2311110799619929590-7128112224665491399?l=thell-wlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thell-wlove.blogspot.com/feeds/7128112224665491399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2311110799619929590&amp;postID=7128112224665491399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311110799619929590/posts/default/7128112224665491399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311110799619929590/posts/default/7128112224665491399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thell-wlove.blogspot.com/2008/12/3-more-daysssss-daysssss.html' title='3 more daysssss. &amp;10more daysssss.'/><author><name>MeL-Oh-Vee-Ee.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12274286134624560710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2311110799619929590.post-2731798339657124594</id><published>2008-12-13T14:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T15:56:48.745+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Countdown ; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5days&lt;/span&gt; to Collection of Result. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12 days&lt;/span&gt; t Christmas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Today&lt;/span&gt; is Wrs Alumni Bbq. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zoukout @Sentosa is also &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;today&lt;/span&gt;. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/SUNqo3SSdZI/AAAAAAAAATQ/eOPqFf6Vu2c/s1600-h/Melly+Christmas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 151px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/SUNqo3SSdZI/AAAAAAAAATQ/eOPqFf6Vu2c/s200/Melly+Christmas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279180438476322194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wasted my saturday at home. Woke up freaking early but in the end did &lt;u&gt;Nothing&lt;/u&gt; at all. &amp;amp;I don't like it at all. ): Needa catch my beauty sleep now. The weather is awesome now, but aye. I guess not, I'm gna miss everything and go stare at nothing. &amp;amp;&amp;amp;&lt;u&gt;I really don't like misunderstandings.&lt;/u&gt; Don't act like you know what going on when you don't okay. Maybe it's a misunderstanding between me &amp;amp;you but don't assume. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Never put your assumptions on me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xoxo my friend,&lt;br /&gt;What makes you think that you are invincible,&lt;br /&gt;I can see it in your eyes that your so sure,&lt;br /&gt;Please don't tell me that I am the&lt;br /&gt;only one that's vulnerable.&lt;br /&gt;Impossible . ♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2311110799619929590-2731798339657124594?l=thell-wlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thell-wlove.blogspot.com/feeds/2731798339657124594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2311110799619929590&amp;postID=2731798339657124594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311110799619929590/posts/default/2731798339657124594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311110799619929590/posts/default/2731798339657124594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thell-wlove.blogspot.com/2008/12/countdown-5days-to-collection-of-result.html' title=''/><author><name>MeL-Oh-Vee-Ee.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12274286134624560710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/SUNqo3SSdZI/AAAAAAAAATQ/eOPqFf6Vu2c/s72-c/Melly+Christmas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2311110799619929590.post-4438563742140903439</id><published>2008-12-12T22:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T23:40:13.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank God It's Friday.</title><content type='html'>Countdown :&lt;br /&gt;6days to Collection of Result!&lt;br /&gt;8days to Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/SUKDudwOkEI/AAAAAAAAATI/H3dP85VCMhM/s1600-h/Moony.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 122px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/SUKDudwOkEI/AAAAAAAAATI/H3dP85VCMhM/s200/Moony.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278926547515772994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Thank God It's Fridayyyy. (: &lt;/span&gt;Went to work myself, &amp;amp;Singapore is so so small. Found out that Tweety is actually playing against my Brother in the morning. So coincidental, cos I was wit Deb &amp;amp;Brother. Then Qi called me early early in the morning, she's going t watch their match! :D I couldn't make it cos I have t workkkkk. Hohos, today I take a halfday leave cos I want t visit the school &amp;amp;return the library book. Yayness, Dze Ling said that her son has th book I wanted! Hoho, swear that I will finish the book no matter what! :D Anyway, had lunch at school and left at about 1plus or maybe two? Didn't take note of the time D; Took bus to Wrs, th school is changing! Slowly changing the colour and I bet the students inside are more tone down already. Not like last time, so havoctic ;X &amp;amp;when I reach the school, uncle didn't remember me. ): Maybe cos I was wearing a long skirt and tee. &amp;amp;I don't look Sixteen at all. (: Students who have not receive their result YET are suppose t wear School Uni back to school for whatever reason. A new rule set by Mr Siva, so wtf la. Expect me t go all the way home t get changed and return here for the second time? Hell no. So, the guard called Ms Serene and she got MissLim out. :D I already told her that I will come to visit her and the school today around that time. (: I so miss her, and the school, but it's kinda ruin my mood cos th humid weather and that stupid rule is just so so arugh. ): I wanted t take a look at the inside of the school one ley, I heard that it changed quite alot inside too. Went home after that, (: Wanted t take a nap after my bath but I didn't know that this girl was so fast. Feel so sleepy &amp;amp;tired &amp;amp;so not in the mood to fool around. ): Met up with the clique and had dinner at 430, like so early. &amp;amp;I just ate in school at about 1plus. Haven't really got hungry so just drank one pepsi TWIST while they ate. Left for Causeway after that, what can we shop in causeway? Decided t look for Redzuan since I'm there, but everyone that works in there looks th same to me! ): Walk around after they bought their 9.55pm movie ticket, didn't want t watch movie today cos I know that I'm gna fall asleep in the cinema ;D We kept getting food t eat and eat and eat ;D I didn't eat since 2pm, I guess I spent alot of my money on food. Yes, FOOD. They sent me t the interchange and off they go for their movieeee. It's 1122pm now, and my stomach is growling. ): I think they are still watching movie, I'm not sure if we're going basketballing tomorrow. I don't want history to repeat k.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: The moon is really beautiful today. I can't believe I stood at the over head bridge looking at the pretty moon :D Sadly, my camera isn't THAT good t take the perfect shot.&lt;br /&gt;Pps; I really want my wish t come trueeeee (:&lt;br /&gt;ppps/; There's the alumni BBQ tomorrow, I didn't even know when was I suppose t pay the bbq money. ): Sad manx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Xoxo my friend, &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sometimes I find myself smiling to myself when I think of you, &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but at other times, &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find myself trying t hate you.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It doesn't work at all.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I♥_. :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2311110799619929590-4438563742140903439?l=thell-wlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thell-wlove.blogspot.com/feeds/4438563742140903439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2311110799619929590&amp;postID=4438563742140903439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311110799619929590/posts/default/4438563742140903439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311110799619929590/posts/default/4438563742140903439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thell-wlove.blogspot.com/2008/12/thank-god-its-friday.html' title='Thank God It&apos;s Friday.'/><author><name>MeL-Oh-Vee-Ee.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12274286134624560710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/SUKDudwOkEI/AAAAAAAAATI/H3dP85VCMhM/s72-c/Moony.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2311110799619929590.post-8145517126233263217</id><published>2008-12-11T21:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T22:58:07.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Countdown : 7days to Collection of Results&lt;br /&gt;14days to Christmas! ): Butterflies in my stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/SUEpxu87IbI/AAAAAAAAATA/t6oyWm5X39c/s1600-h/TwiLight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/SUEpxu87IbI/AAAAAAAAATA/t6oyWm5X39c/s200/TwiLight.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278546172648825266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm thinking of getting some books from th library ;D Omg, book addict again. ): Haven't even complete my "Just another Kid" which a overdue long long time ago, got it from the school library somemore ;x Anyway, I wna watch twilight ! (: Any kakis? :D&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm gna visit the school tomorrow. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2311110799619929590-8145517126233263217?l=thell-wlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thell-wlove.blogspot.com/feeds/8145517126233263217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2311110799619929590&amp;postID=8145517126233263217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311110799619929590/posts/default/8145517126233263217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311110799619929590/posts/default/8145517126233263217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thell-wlove.blogspot.com/2008/12/countdown-7days-to-collection-of.html' title=''/><author><name>MeL-Oh-Vee-Ee.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12274286134624560710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/SUEpxu87IbI/AAAAAAAAATA/t6oyWm5X39c/s72-c/TwiLight.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2311110799619929590.post-1854853586302933658</id><published>2008-12-11T07:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:47:56.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Countdown:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;to Collection of Results : 7Days! S-E-V-E-N! D: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;to Christmas :14 Days! Woohoo :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omgomgx, I'm getting butterflies in my stomach already. (: And does anyone know what time are we suppose t go t school t get our result? Cause I don't know, some says it's in the morning and yet some says in at 2pm. ): I don't know and I don't wna miss th time. Hurhur, &amp;amp;I don't even know what course am I taking ;D I'm dead tired now, talked t qi till about 1am plus. (: Architecture drafting is like cool hor, Enqi ;D Laughoutloud. We were basically talking not stop or should I say argueing about MrJ. Awwwwww. Kinda feeling shity yesterday night, ): many many things just pop out yesterday, it's all taking a U-turn. Anyone wna watch Twilight? (: Handsome vampire in love with ordinary pretty lady! *Drools (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Xoxo my friend, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;You're hot and you're cold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;You can make me so high, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;you can also take away my spirit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm jealous, I admit. ): &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2311110799619929590-1854853586302933658?l=thell-wlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thell-wlove.blogspot.com/feeds/1854853586302933658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2311110799619929590&amp;postID=1854853586302933658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311110799619929590/posts/default/1854853586302933658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311110799619929590/posts/default/1854853586302933658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thell-wlove.blogspot.com/2008/12/countdown-to-collection-of-results.html' title=''/><author><name>MeL-Oh-Vee-Ee.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12274286134624560710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2311110799619929590.post-4795486298814019421</id><published>2008-12-10T08:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:24:21.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Updates for the weekends! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's start with Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;Finally an outing w Christinaaaaa and Hongli. :D Headed for service and then t shopping spree :D Spend about a hundred bucks there :D My money, I get t spend it the way I want to (: Went home at about 10plus, didn't know time flies when we're having fun :D Thanks HongBrother for carrying our shopping bags (Mainly Mine). Hurhurs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday :D Happy Belated Hari Raya Haji t you all! :D &lt;br /&gt;Met up w Qi t meet Sam at Admiralty. Did everything and off we went t Causeway point, what can we do at causeway point? D: Ate and slack and waited for somemore t come, reached and I think we went t eat again :D Watched Four Christmas with th clique, super freezing cold la. And Qi &amp;amp;I just came out t buy Popcorn in the middle of th show :D I was shaking when we came out. Got wear jacket like didn't wear like that :X  Continued slacking in causeway point, enjoyed playing in th arcade ;D And then walked home with Tong, Qi and Jason. (: Liping sat Johnny's bike t admiralty, and we all met in admiralty. Wanted t get food but it was already 1o.30 plus, even th BubbleTea shop was closed! Maybe it's because of the Hari Raya  celebrations then closed bah :D I miss Milk Tea, even the minimart don't have it anymore. D: Sold-out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;amp;I didn't sleep well that night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Tuesday . ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did Data entry with KarIm and HuiTing. Time flies manx, took silly pictures wit them. Laughoutloud okay :D And I forgotten what happened for th rest of th day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went jogging w sister and aunty yesterday night :D Played around th playground and old folk exercise machines ;D Very fun, but I'm having muscle aches already! ): Sad manx. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wednesday :D Later then come back. Hohos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2311110799619929590-4795486298814019421?l=thell-wlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thell-wlove.blogspot.com/feeds/4795486298814019421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2311110799619929590&amp;postID=4795486298814019421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311110799619929590/posts/default/4795486298814019421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311110799619929590/posts/default/4795486298814019421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thell-wlove.blogspot.com/2008/12/updates-for-weekends-d-lets-start-with.html' title=''/><author><name>MeL-Oh-Vee-Ee.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12274286134624560710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2311110799619929590.post-3504145873927912683</id><published>2008-12-06T19:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T22:42:12.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Countdown t N'level Results Day: 12Days.&lt;br /&gt;Countdown t Christmas : 19Days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is coming! Any plans t celebrate? I think I'm gna spend my Christmas at cousin's place for Mahjong Marathon again! ;x  Met up with Qi yesterday and the day before. Slacked at the seats opposite Admiralty Place. (: Can't believe we actually sat there and crap for a few hours ;D From 7plus to about 11pm. Gosh, I'm already listening t Christmas Tunes! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;All I want for christmas is ... :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2311110799619929590-3504145873927912683?l=thell-wlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thell-wlove.blogspot.com/feeds/3504145873927912683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2311110799619929590&amp;postID=3504145873927912683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311110799619929590/posts/default/3504145873927912683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311110799619929590/posts/default/3504145873927912683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thell-wlove.blogspot.com/2008/12/countdown-t-nlevel-results-day-12days.html' title=''/><author><name>MeL-Oh-Vee-Ee.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12274286134624560710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2311110799619929590.post-1603259219723512210</id><published>2008-12-05T08:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T23:07:04.215+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thanks God, it's FRIDAYYYYY :D No work for the weekends, but I've plans. I'm going t th bank t open another account, I want t go Mahjong at cousin house, I wna go town for shopping spree,I want t go play basketball, I wna go have fun &amp;amp;I want t meet up w clique. :D I want, but can I? :D And if I'm not wrong, it also public holiday on MONDAY!  Hurhur, no monday blues on monday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2311110799619929590-1603259219723512210?l=thell-wlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thell-wlove.blogspot.com/feeds/1603259219723512210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2311110799619929590&amp;postID=1603259219723512210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311110799619929590/posts/default/1603259219723512210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311110799619929590/posts/default/1603259219723512210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thell-wlove.blogspot.com/2008/12/thanks-god-its-fridayyyyy-d-no-work-for.html' title=''/><author><name>MeL-Oh-Vee-Ee.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12274286134624560710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2311110799619929590.post-1593658026003710470</id><published>2008-11-28T08:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T11:02:20.952+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I read my post for the previous days and realised that I've been posting everyday but I kept saying that I haven't been updating the blog. ._.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2311110799619929590-1593658026003710470?l=thell-wlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thell-wlove.blogspot.com/feeds/1593658026003710470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2311110799619929590&amp;postID=1593658026003710470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311110799619929590/posts/default/1593658026003710470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311110799619929590/posts/default/1593658026003710470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thell-wlove.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-read-my-post-for-previous-days-and.html' title=''/><author><name>MeL-Oh-Vee-Ee.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12274286134624560710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2311110799619929590.post-6290381619780186328</id><published>2008-11-26T12:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T12:29:27.024+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I still remember everything.</title><content type='html'>This is for my Wrs4nt8/2008. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have those memories inside of me, they wil forever be with me. (: How bout you?  I remembered all those happenings, i'll never forget them. Those times we spend in class, those times we got caught for doing the wrong things, those times we joke and laugh. Those criticism we had and those fond memories we all shared. It's been two months since we graduated and I don't think we really had a class meet up in these two month. I mean, a real one. Where everyone is invited and regradless of who comes, we have fun and enjoyed. ): Is there really one where everyone is really invited? I know there will sure be some party poopers but who cares? We have been together for 4years in a row, we're (I think) the only class that stayed together for 4years straight. There are surely conflicts everywhere but let's just put that aside. Imy people okay, love shall make the world go round :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to let you know :D&lt;br /&gt;Kokway &amp;amp;Melissa will be planning a Christmas Get-Together for the class, it's also a Exchange present day! Msges have been sent out by the DarkHorse ;X Any ideas please contribute! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;There is also a list of blacklisters ah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2311110799619929590-6290381619780186328?l=thell-wlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thell-wlove.blogspot.com/feeds/6290381619780186328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2311110799619929590&amp;postID=6290381619780186328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311110799619929590/posts/default/6290381619780186328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311110799619929590/posts/default/6290381619780186328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thell-wlove.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-still-remember-everything.html' title='I still remember everything.'/><author><name>MeL-Oh-Vee-Ee.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12274286134624560710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2311110799619929590.post-160088524878416231</id><published>2008-11-25T22:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T12:05:41.878+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Been so long since I posted ! ): Stayed over at cousin's place when she was in BeiJing, the house seems so weird without her. D: Imy la girl. :D Mahjong craze over their house, but sadly lady luck's not w me! Super tired cos we played whole day and Idk why I woke up early th next day automatically.Blog again some days later, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm tired and facebook is awesome ;D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xoxo my friend,&lt;br /&gt;You have started t fade away,&lt;br /&gt;but somehow the littlest things can bring you back,&lt;br /&gt;and then it's all coming back t me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2311110799619929590-160088524878416231?l=thell-wlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thell-wlove.blogspot.com/feeds/160088524878416231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2311110799619929590&amp;postID=160088524878416231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311110799619929590/posts/default/160088524878416231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311110799619929590/posts/default/160088524878416231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thell-wlove.blogspot.com/2008/11/been-so-long-since-i-posted-stayed-over.html' title=''/><author><name>MeL-Oh-Vee-Ee.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12274286134624560710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2311110799619929590.post-4452725801007523919</id><published>2008-11-24T21:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T23:06:54.331+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>FAMILY.&lt;br /&gt;Shouldn' it be FatherAndMotherILoveYou ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There no perfect family/relationship and lastly friendship. Every ship has t face an iceberg when it's sailing. The most important thing is to Face it and not run away from it. ): Rahhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;明明就是忘记了，干吗会突然想起呢？为什莫要这样对我。我不是你的洋娃娃，不管你有没有读这个，我想要跟你说你。I was never your doll, never once was. ): Imy people. Something they take and put away whenever they feel like. So, it depends on your mood uh? Used and tired. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xoxo my friend,&lt;br /&gt;why does it hurt when you turn your back on me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;why mans, I seriously don't know why. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl, I dreamt of them too. (:&lt;br /&gt;but some sucker woke me up,&lt;br /&gt;for the same routine again. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2311110799619929590-4452725801007523919?l=thell-wlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thell-wlove.blogspot.com/feeds/4452725801007523919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2311110799619929590&amp;postID=4452725801007523919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311110799619929590/posts/default/4452725801007523919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311110799619929590/posts/default/4452725801007523919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thell-wlove.blogspot.com/2008/11/family.html' title=''/><author><name>MeL-Oh-Vee-Ee.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12274286134624560710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2311110799619929590.post-3452937123583435196</id><published>2008-11-20T14:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T12:06:42.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alright ;D They are currently having their leisure meeting in the staff lounge, and I'm alone in the office. ): I don't know what's the problem but I'm having th runs. My eyes are closing and the cookies at Justina's desk are yummy :D The people in Kindy are really friendly and ncie and they just laugh out loud when they feel like :D Sadly, the kids are more of the keep-to-yourself type. ): They keep referring me as the new Justina. Which I really was not used to. ): Even the kiddos stop by to say hello to Miss Justina. Laughs* They paused for awhile when they don't see their Justina ;D Some are really nice enough t talk t me and ask me where is miss justina, they go Awwwwwww when they found out that Justina is sick/on MC. Where can you get such lovely kids? :D Anyway, I'm so in love with the keyboard, i keep deleting my sentence and typing them out again and again cos i so likeeee this keyboard ;D I'm gna pester daddy for one like this. No, wait. I'm gna pester daddy for my own laptop! (: That's so much easier. I have so much time to blog, but I seriously have no idea of what to blog ;D I just loveeee this keyboard ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye peeps. ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2311110799619929590-3452937123583435196?l=thell-wlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thell-wlove.blogspot.com/feeds/3452937123583435196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2311110799619929590&amp;postID=3452937123583435196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311110799619929590/posts/default/3452937123583435196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311110799619929590/posts/default/3452937123583435196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thell-wlove.blogspot.com/2008/11/alright-d-they-are-currently-having.html' title=''/><author><name>MeL-Oh-Vee-Ee.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12274286134624560710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2311110799619929590.post-9111701810232209977</id><published>2008-11-19T12:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T12:35:14.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Overseas kids = very very handsome/chio kids. :D</title><content type='html'>Hola peeps, currently at Kindy office. (: Super fun job but imagine a Singaporean working in a not singapore-type kinda school. It's kind of stressful for me because in this whole office, I think I'm the only one that talks 'like-that'. Trying my best to understand them and telling the right message to the right people. Omg man, plus I have to go around the kindy block to look for classes to pass message to them. Hopefully, I won't get lost! ): Been in the Kindergarten block very often these days and they are so so cute. You see, they are asked to come infront of the office and raise their balloons (One per class) to take a photo for their yearbook/newsletter. And when the principal }also the one taking the photo{ counts down, the kids will go CHESEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE for a very long time and then laugh out loud :D Cute right ! And they are super funny, they drew their wishes on the balloon and I saw one wish that goes: I wish that I can be a mermaid so that I can swim with the dolphins and hamsters. ._. h&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;amsters underwater?&lt;/span&gt; These balloons will be sent to Marina Bay today at 4pm and I'm the one who had to squeeze and push/deflate the balloon. D: Very unglam indeed. Other then that, mostly answering calls, running about school. (: Gosh, it's their break now and they are lining up and singing christmas carols already. Super adorable, but sadly cannot pinch their cheeks. They cry = we byebye! ): Currently having nothing to do, i don't mind doing this for the rest of my work-days in OFS :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xoxo my friend,&lt;br /&gt;You will get a taste of your own medicine some day.&lt;br /&gt;I'll remember how you treated me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;not your &lt;b&gt;disposable doll.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2311110799619929590-9111701810232209977?l=thell-wlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thell-wlove.blogspot.com/feeds/9111701810232209977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2311110799619929590&amp;postID=9111701810232209977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311110799619929590/posts/default/9111701810232209977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311110799619929590/posts/default/9111701810232209977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thell-wlove.blogspot.com/2008/11/overseas-kids-very-very-handsomechio.html' title='Overseas kids = very very handsome/chio kids. :D'/><author><name>MeL-Oh-Vee-Ee.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12274286134624560710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2311110799619929590.post-9222299700422513559</id><published>2008-11-17T22:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T23:23:36.744+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Time Check: 1013pm&lt;br /&gt;Currently: Trying to be nice to my mic ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/SSGKAG2UZPI/AAAAAAAAASI/zBmZsRIKgOE/s1600-h/Whoa.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 152px; height: 160px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/SSGKAG2UZPI/AAAAAAAAASI/zBmZsRIKgOE/s200/Whoa.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269644773443265778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Have you ever wanted to stay on th ride for as long as you want,  and get all those dizzy spells. Cause you know, that's th only way to forget about &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Woowee, time flies when you're having fun. Been asked to try the online game, super fun. And I don't want to tell you all what this game is cos it lags when more and more people gets on ;D Super cool, but awwwww. I'm having this very irritating cough and it hurts so so bad whenever I try out. ): I'm gna continue later! Now, I'm not gna let this blog dieeee cos I found a new past time! (: Anyway, today is sucha weird day. It's like a friendship day or what, cos we managed to ask a few of our 'new' friends out for lunch, but the stupid weather ruin it all. ): Maybe tomorrow! Hiakhiak, I just just blogshoped and bookmarked many many blogshops! (: So that next time, I can go back and review on them! (: Yayness. I'm still sick, so I'm gna go sleep already! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Xoxo my friend,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Tell me the truth cos I won't kill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I'll just lie down and wish it all away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2311110799619929590-9222299700422513559?l=thell-wlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thell-wlove.blogspot.com/feeds/9222299700422513559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2311110799619929590&amp;postID=9222299700422513559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311110799619929590/posts/default/9222299700422513559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311110799619929590/posts/default/9222299700422513559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thell-wlove.blogspot.com/2008/11/time-check-1013pm-currently-trying-to.html' title=''/><author><name>MeL-Oh-Vee-Ee.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12274286134624560710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/SSGKAG2UZPI/AAAAAAAAASI/zBmZsRIKgOE/s72-c/Whoa.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2311110799619929590.post-6846547573097363455</id><published>2008-11-16T18:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T19:25:23.139+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Time Check: 0717pm&lt;br /&gt;I'm a good girl today,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/SSABw2fEkII/AAAAAAAAASA/iUb5mfoXDSc/s1600-h/The+outcast.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 158px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/SSABw2fEkII/AAAAAAAAASA/iUb5mfoXDSc/s200/The+outcast.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269213502794666114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friendster is such a pain in my (and maybe your) head. ): My friends are missing and what's friendster without friends? I had troubles going into friendster from the day before yesterday to maybe today morning. And finally when friendster was done, I just found out that my friends are deleted from my friendster. How great, lazy to do anything now. &amp;amp;&amp;amp;my brother&amp;amp;sister are also having cough now, (: Such a sadist. Oh welllll. Bye, for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xoxo my friend,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;everyone hides behind they own individual mask.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Some might take it off,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but some just continue to pretend&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2311110799619929590-6846547573097363455?l=thell-wlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thell-wlove.blogspot.com/feeds/6846547573097363455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2311110799619929590&amp;postID=6846547573097363455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311110799619929590/posts/default/6846547573097363455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311110799619929590/posts/default/6846547573097363455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thell-wlove.blogspot.com/2008/11/time-check-0717pm-im-good-girl-today.html' title=''/><author><name>MeL-Oh-Vee-Ee.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12274286134624560710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/SSABw2fEkII/AAAAAAAAASA/iUb5mfoXDSc/s72-c/The+outcast.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2311110799619929590.post-5736743484071072008</id><published>2008-11-15T14:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T22:41:24.835+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Time check: ---- I've been at this post for a long long time ;D } Nap time was included!}&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, this time I'm really right. I really cannot predict what will happen later, Mel is down with serious headaches, bad cold and my voice is super sexy. ): So sway, I thought of joining my brother for basketball and when I woke up, I feel so weak. My leg were shaky, my world's spinning round and round. ): I think I'm gna go lie down, i'm beginning to get those dizzy spells and my eyes are getting watery. ): What an uncool day for me, everybody left the house so I'm alone at home. ): I'm eating porridge for my breakfast, lunch and maybe even for dinner. I'm lazy to cook &amp;amp;reheating is just so simple. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;Xoxo my friend, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;you still don't understand how I feel, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;don't you?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Sometimes,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;have you ever &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;wonder&lt;/span&gt; that all those &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;were just &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Your point of view, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Your thinking,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; Your assumptions?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2311110799619929590-5736743484071072008?l=thell-wlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thell-wlove.blogspot.com/feeds/5736743484071072008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2311110799619929590&amp;postID=5736743484071072008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311110799619929590/posts/default/5736743484071072008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311110799619929590/posts/default/5736743484071072008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thell-wlove.blogspot.com/2008/11/gosh-this-time-im-really-right.html' title=''/><author><name>MeL-Oh-Vee-Ee.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12274286134624560710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2311110799619929590.post-8099389246024577945</id><published>2008-11-14T18:55:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T23:20:32.214+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bestfriends forever (?) &amp;when I grow up.</title><content type='html'>I changed my mind about not blogging forever. Life's so so dull, I've been complaining alot uh? Well, let's get a topic to talk about ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As titled, I want to talk about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BFFs. &lt;/span&gt;It might be a very sensitive topic to talk about plus there's been some friendship problem(s) going on. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Bestfriend forever.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa, I was planning to write a long long longggg post about bbf but now that I'm staring at the computer screen for the pass 10mins. It's obvious that my mind is in a blank. &amp;amp;my eyes are tearing up, I've caught the flu buggggg D:&lt;br /&gt;Ohhhh, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bestfriend forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;}In my growing up days, I have made some really good friends and lose some true friends too. Sometimes, I regretted my actions and sometimes, I'm glad that I'm not friends with you. Well, I've started to think far. Questions like; What happens when I get my results, what will I do when I grow up, &lt;s&gt;what will happen if my heart says that he's the one,&lt;/s&gt; what will I do if I get fat( Laugh out loud) and &lt;s&gt;when will I get married&lt;/s&gt; ( Double laughoutloud.) How can I survive this cruel reality, who will I depend on when *Touch wood* my parents pass on. So far, maybe too far, but thinking about all these things really give me many many manyyyy wake up calls. I'm saving up and planning for my future, time is running out. There's so many things I wna do, but time seems to be running out. What if one day I go berserk and jump down the building? Life is so unpredictable, one second you're fine but you might choke on a fishball and die the next minute. It's funny how you have be close with someone and the next not know them at all. Very hard to predict what's gna happen. ): I better cherish what I have now, before it's too late. Oh ya, I just got reminded about my  BFFs topic ;x&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm not suitable to have BFFs at all. I admit that maybe,  I get jealous easily, maybe I think on your behalf too much, maybe it was becos of the past that drew us apart. ): &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bestfriends are suppose to be there for you even if you don't need them, they understand you and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;know how you really feels, inside. Bestfriends knows that you are not alright w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hen you say you are and bestfriends don't keep secrets from you. Bestfriends are suppose to care and put themself in your shoes. Bestfriends complete each other's sentenses and bestfriends don't pretend. Bestfriends can cry on each other shoulders and talk about anything under the sun, Bestfriends gossip and share secrets.Bestfriends makes promises which they can fulfill, bestfriends stand up for each other. Bestfriends supports you when you fall, bestfri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ends are there t pull you up. Bestfriends are there to splash a bucket of cold wather on you when you're late for class, Bestfriends are there when you're stuck outside your door.  Bestfriends know how to forgive and forget, bestfriends don't gives each other cold shoulders and bestfriends won't stay angry at each other for a long period of time. Bestfriend don't lie to each other and bestfriend are true. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Are you a bestfriend? &lt;/span&gt;There are many type of Bestfriends in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; dictionary, are you those who last one day? One year or even one month ? Maybe you are luck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;y to have one bestfriend who last forever, maybe you are a best&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;friend who can only last one day. Maybe you're a bestfriend who likes to stick with other people's bestfriend to know more, maybe. but it's all none of my business. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Cause I don't think I've got any bffs anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Maybe you're gna shake your head and go tsk tsk tsk but I don't really care anymore, I'm so lazy to go bother so much. I just hope that life still goes on and my mask don't drop halfway in life. ): / (: I can't decide. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Documents%20and%20Settings/HP_Administrator/Desktop/Skky%20heart.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/SR2TrOrZtxI/AAAAAAAAAR4/hH9mshlibgY/s1600-h/Skky+heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 115px; height: 220px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/SR2TrOrZtxI/AAAAAAAAAR4/hH9mshlibgY/s200/Skky+heart.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268529509977143058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;You gotta start cherishing me before I say Goodbye t you. (:&lt;br /&gt;This somehow sounds like my 'last letter' t you all huh?&lt;br /&gt;Relax, I'm not so silly t do silly stuff. I just read my post and I'm still thinking of whether to click publish post of just a save now. /:&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; In life, we have to make decisions that we will regret. I hate making decisions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Xoxo my friend, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I'll live my life as it is and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;just sit back and watch life goes by like a movie.&lt;br /&gt;You no longer matters to me already,&lt;br /&gt;I will still be the same, w or w/o you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Life goes on.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes no difference, cos I can see what's going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2311110799619929590-8099389246024577945?l=thell-wlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thell-wlove.blogspot.com/feeds/8099389246024577945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2311110799619929590&amp;postID=8099389246024577945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311110799619929590/posts/default/8099389246024577945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311110799619929590/posts/default/8099389246024577945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thell-wlove.blogspot.com/2008/11/bestfriends-forever-i-grow-up.html' title='Bestfriends forever (?) &amp;when I grow up.'/><author><name>MeL-Oh-Vee-Ee.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12274286134624560710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/SR2TrOrZtxI/AAAAAAAAAR4/hH9mshlibgY/s72-c/Skky+heart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2311110799619929590.post-1244685874871188278</id><published>2008-11-13T22:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T23:08:51.681+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Passion?</title><content type='html'>Time Check: 1047pm&lt;br /&gt;Currently: Back into DLCH ;D Going to bed soon. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/SRxBNCAoVTI/AAAAAAAAARo/afVcI8rVYC0/s1600-h/Swing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 202px; height: 270px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/SRxBNCAoVTI/AAAAAAAAARo/afVcI8rVYC0/s200/Swing.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268157356250256690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm bored and tho I already have a job, I'm going around asking for vacancies. Sometimes, I ask because I remembered that I have a friend who is jobless but- most of the time, I'm looking for a job that gives me extra cash. So, I went online and saw this person's pm. He's hiring ;D So, I asked him if there's vacancy and all those work-related stuff. Well, this job seems easy. Everything was going well till he asked me this question, I didn't know how to answer it at all, then I started to ask myself the same question, but no answer at all. Well, just to let anybody who is reading to know, he asked me : What is your &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Passion for Fashion?  &lt;/span&gt;I was seriously dumbfounded and didn't know how the hell to explain it at all. Then, it lead me t Volleyball, the long-time-haven't-play sports I really loved. And if there's any Volleyballer reading this, what's your&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Passion for Volleyball&lt;/span&gt;? Then, I put a be right back for my msn, paused my music and stop doing everything I was doing and kept thinking of an answer. Sadly, I didn't managed to think of one so I anyhow shoot one answer, kinda regretted what I just said. D: Ohhhhh well, back to topic. I was actually 'selected' for that job but the turn off was that I have to travel all the way to Downtown East to meet some guy ;D Omg, scary la deh. Should I or should I not? I don't like to turn away all these but seems quite hard to earn moolahhhhh D; My moolah supply is running out, I need cash. D; And I'm still waiting for my Canvas, and maybe a patrick hoodie and more workwear. The one hour shopping spree w the girls was quite fun ;D When we didn't see Cotton On but entered Cotton on Body. I don't know what shit I'm talking about-. Life's been so shitty for me, I miss my past. Sorry for the so messy post, I'm always jumping from here to there. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhhh dear, the world is so so small ;D Flashback of you are all coming back, but why now? I missed you like shit when you left, and now you're coming back like nothing happened? Yes, maybe it's my fault. Maybe I was just too self-centred, push all the blame to me yo. I don't mind, it's always been like this. Shall have a super long post today, I don't feel like posting tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;forever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xoxo my friend,&lt;br /&gt;I would hold hands w you&lt;br /&gt;and we shall sit on swing&lt;br /&gt;and look at the sun set. ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time now; 1108pm.&lt;br /&gt;Currently; Eye lids are closing, pictures of you. D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2311110799619929590-1244685874871188278?l=thell-wlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thell-wlove.blogspot.com/feeds/1244685874871188278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2311110799619929590&amp;postID=1244685874871188278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311110799619929590/posts/default/1244685874871188278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311110799619929590/posts/default/1244685874871188278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thell-wlove.blogspot.com/2008/11/passion.html' title='Passion?'/><author><name>MeL-Oh-Vee-Ee.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12274286134624560710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iY5fAMdkJaM/SRxBNCAoVTI/AAAAAAAAARo/afVcI8rVYC0/s72-c/Swing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2311110799619929590.post-3492778570943665717</id><published>2008-11-11T21:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T22:59:12.197+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Almost ONE MONTH since I started work :D Ohhhhh dear, life been so same for me for the past one month. Except for some changes on some days, I've been having the work-eat-home-eat-sleep-eat-work-eat-sleep-eat }&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And this thing goes on till December{  &lt;/span&gt;Omg, so no-life already! Work is getting more and more boring, and the worst part is we have to work and try not to talk AT ALL. Wth, you think MissChatterbox here can do it? Like no talk = fall asleep anytime.&lt;br /&gt;I'm turning in. Goodnights people :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xoxo my friend,&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, it's becos of you that all these are happening.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2311110799619929590-3492778570943665717?l=thell-wlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thell-wlove.blogspot.com/feeds/3492778570943665717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2311110799619929590&amp;postID=3492778570943665717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311110799619929590/posts/default/3492778570943665717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311110799619929590/posts/default/3492778570943665717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thell-wlove.blogspot.com/2008/11/almost-one-month-since-i-started-work-d.html' title=''/><author><name>MeL-Oh-Vee-Ee.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12274286134624560710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2311110799619929590.post-1709152748712985954</id><published>2008-11-07T21:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T12:36:23.889+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think that there's a big big misunderstanding going on and I'm not sure if I'm in it. So omfg troublesome and I hate to be the cause of it. I shall explain it once and for all. :D If you think that you disagree w/ what I say, you can jollywell leaveeeee and don't come back :D It's all based on my personality, my point of view. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Girl think alot when they are free. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is definitely true, girls are girls. And when we keep silent, it does not mean that we don't know what is going. Girls are not dumb okay, we just don't want to voice out. It's normal for girls to ponder on many things and extra normal for girls to think extra much for someone that is dear to her.  Guys won't understand how far a girl can go/think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Girls don't like to wait. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is for guys AND girlfriends. Personally, I don't like to wait for others for a long time and this is really serious when I'm meeting someone/body for lunch/dinner/breakfast. Mel is seriously pissed when she is hungry and needs to wait for a long time before she gets food. Hungry mel = angry mel :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I can't think of any more for the time being. And I have to clear up some mess she just made. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Won't be updating till monday, going for the girl's chalet. I don't know what to do already D: Nevermind, I've got many many friends to make me happy okay. :DDDDD Anyway, idk what special day it was yesterday but I was super busy and didn't even have the time to think of those unhappy things :D Well, really enjoyed and missed all those days okay? Mr A, imu okay? Hopefully you can move house earlier then I can see you everyday! :D Omg, what am I talking about? ;x Highness!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Xoxo my friend, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I tried to pretend to be God, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;His job is really tough. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm trying to be both Happy inside out,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My job ain't easy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;miss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;;D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2311110799619929590-1709152748712985954?l=thell-wlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thell-wlove.blogspot.com/feeds/1709152748712985954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2311110799619929590&amp;postID=1709152748712985954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311110799619929590/posts/default/1709152748712985954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311110799619929590/posts/default/1709152748712985954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thell-wlove.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-think-that-theres-big-big.html' title=''/><author><name>MeL-Oh-Vee-Ee.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12274286134624560710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2311110799619929590.post-7528357230132964078</id><published>2008-11-06T13:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T21:57:35.317+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Moody. D: My second dog died already. One day one, I don't think I'm able to cope with it. Give me such a heartache to see snowy searching high low for her puppies, it like a mother losing her son/daughter. So heart breaking okay. D: Anyway, my job is getting more and more tiring. Maybe it's just me being so lazy. :D Climbing up the 'hills' and stairs, kids/high school students brushing their way through and they stares that can kill. However, there's always some really fun and enjoyable times working with my new clique. Looking at funny people and lil children play catching really reminds me of my childhood days :D Ohhhhh, their dressing are also super stylomilo. (: Caught up with the girls today, really laugh my ass off. I enjoyed today day at work, but my mood is really so up down. And I don't know what day is it today but I'm having mixed feelings! Omfg, it's like I'm smiling and thinking of all those unhappy things manx. D: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;e&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt; feelings are soooooo hated by me! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Xoxo my friends and love ones, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sometimes it's better to let go. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Holding on to something that doesn't belongs to you, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;will only make both part unhappy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2311110799619929590-7528357230132964078?l=thell-wlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thell-wlove.blogspot.com/feeds/7528357230132964078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2311110799619929590&amp;postID=7528357230132964078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311110799619929590/posts/default/7528357230132964078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311110799619929590/posts/default/7528357230132964078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thell-wlove.blogspot.com/2008/11/moody.html' title=''/><author><name>MeL-Oh-Vee-Ee.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12274286134624560710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2311110799619929590.post-8972607771294545642</id><published>2008-11-05T17:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T21:30:37.801+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't want my blog to rot. D:&lt;br /&gt;Didn't stick to the same routine today, decided to alight at Yishun to take a look at their new extension. My brother said that it's opened already, and there are many many things there but. What the hell, it wasn't even half filled. I had the craving for Honey milk tea but I couldn't find their sweet talk, so I left for home. Didn't get anything there, Northpoint shops are still closed for idk what reason. My life is so dull D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Xoxo my friend, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'll remember what you did to me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;regardless good or bad :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's call memories yea? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2311110799619929590-8972607771294545642?l=thell-wlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thell-wlove.blogspot.com/feeds/8972607771294545642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2311110799619929590&amp;postID=8972607771294545642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311110799619929590/posts/default/8972607771294545642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311110799619929590/posts/default/8972607771294545642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thell-wlove.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-dont-want-my-blog-to-rot.html' title=''/><author><name>MeL-Oh-Vee-Ee.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12274286134624560710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
