<?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-33092584</id><updated>2011-09-11T13:31:18.979+08:00</updated><title type='text'>smelly hair</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeeena.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33092584/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeeena.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33092584/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>edwina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15005808619422513006</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>136</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33092584.post-1566986313656815547</id><published>2009-06-25T00:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T00:12:33.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey guys! I've moved to &lt;a href="http://edwinawang.livejournal.com/"&gt;http://edwinawang.livejournal.com/&lt;/a&gt;! Will not be updating here anymore :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33092584-1566986313656815547?l=weeeena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeeena.blogspot.com/feeds/1566986313656815547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33092584&amp;postID=1566986313656815547' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33092584/posts/default/1566986313656815547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33092584/posts/default/1566986313656815547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeeena.blogspot.com/2009/06/hey-guys-ive-moved-to-httpedwinawang.html' title=''/><author><name>edwina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15005808619422513006</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33092584.post-7032966004036914295</id><published>2009-06-18T03:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T03:49:17.581+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Doing a blog shop is really hard. So much stuff to do. Ahhhh! So tedious. I need help really.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33092584-7032966004036914295?l=weeeena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeeena.blogspot.com/feeds/7032966004036914295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33092584&amp;postID=7032966004036914295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33092584/posts/default/7032966004036914295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33092584/posts/default/7032966004036914295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeeena.blogspot.com/2009/06/doing-blog-shop-is-really-hard.html' title=''/><author><name>edwina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15005808619422513006</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-33092584.post-3461185875264833764</id><published>2009-06-04T03:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T03:28:30.772+08:00</updated><title type='text'>well well</title><content type='html'>Well, after a month of hard work and advertising, I can say my preorder shop is doing well. I know you guys must be thinking i'm damn thick skinned. Inviting everyone i know to button-down or pasting my link everywhere! HAHA. Well, when it comes to money wise, you don't really care. HAHA. But i'm really happy that for a new online shop, i think i'm doing good. Hope it doesnt stop here. And oh, i waxed baby ed's legs when waxing mine! HAHAHAAHAH. He was so excited la! Well, going off to bali with yang and family. excited.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33092584-3461185875264833764?l=weeeena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeeena.blogspot.com/feeds/3461185875264833764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33092584&amp;postID=3461185875264833764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33092584/posts/default/3461185875264833764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33092584/posts/default/3461185875264833764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeeena.blogspot.com/2009/06/well-well.html' title='well well'/><author><name>edwina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15005808619422513006</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-33092584.post-3342107148988741173</id><published>2009-05-19T02:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T02:24:36.809+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bored.</title><content type='html'>Have been spending the whole afternoon and night creating that preorder shop. Livejournal is so tough to use! It's too complicated. Well, the smart edwina still manage to create it beautifully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So guys, do support me!!! The URL is &lt;a href="http://button-down.livejournal.com/"&gt;http://button-down.livejournal.com/&lt;/a&gt;. Thank you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33092584-3342107148988741173?l=weeeena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeeena.blogspot.com/feeds/3342107148988741173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33092584&amp;postID=3342107148988741173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33092584/posts/default/3342107148988741173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33092584/posts/default/3342107148988741173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeeena.blogspot.com/2009/05/bored.html' title='bored.'/><author><name>edwina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15005808619422513006</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-33092584.post-936786806511323500</id><published>2009-05-15T00:16:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T16:21:36.735+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Respond.</title><content type='html'>Feel like starting a pre-order. But there are some issues troubling me. ahhh!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway bought a few pairs of canvas shoes. They were absolutely beautiful! They are just so lovely! Probably this will be the first preorder i do. Well, here are some pictures of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/SgxFQTjz05I/AAAAAAAAA6Y/SNIH4FgMPd0/s1600-h/shoes(1).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335715804957889426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/SgxFQTjz05I/AAAAAAAAA6Y/SNIH4FgMPd0/s320/shoes(1).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/SgxFQHwdyNI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/UScd-OlVNMU/s1600-h/shoes(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335715801789745362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 206px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/SgxFQHwdyNI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/UScd-OlVNMU/s320/shoes(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/SgxFQHynYTI/AAAAAAAAA6I/MLNXX9EP4E0/s1600-h/shoes(3).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335715801798762802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 202px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/SgxFQHynYTI/AAAAAAAAA6I/MLNXX9EP4E0/s320/shoes(3).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ain't they cute!!!! Well, there are sizes for both men and women. They're from korea and cost probably about $35? Inclusive of shipment to singapore and normal postage. Well, for more infomation, you can email me at &lt;a href="mailto:fattie_ed@hotmail.com"&gt;fattie_ed@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt;. I'll probably start the preorder if the response is good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/33092584-936786806511323500?l=weeeena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeeena.blogspot.com/feeds/936786806511323500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33092584&amp;postID=936786806511323500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33092584/posts/default/936786806511323500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33092584/posts/default/936786806511323500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeeena.blogspot.com/2009/05/respond.html' title='Respond.'/><author><name>edwina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15005808619422513006</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/_VCVTX1fJXxY/SgxFQTjz05I/AAAAAAAAA6Y/SNIH4FgMPd0/s72-c/shoes(1).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33092584.post-2583415081996023218</id><published>2009-05-01T01:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T01:53:08.814+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lovely!</title><content type='html'>I'm extremely happy!!!!!!!!! I'm really overjoyed. I'm My dad found my favourite earring in the toilet which was lost 4 months ago. The one sab and sergeant bought for my birthday. Ahhhhhhh. Happiest girl on earth &lt;strike&gt;right now.&lt;/strike&gt; after my papers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33092584-2583415081996023218?l=weeeena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeeena.blogspot.com/feeds/2583415081996023218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33092584&amp;postID=2583415081996023218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33092584/posts/default/2583415081996023218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33092584/posts/default/2583415081996023218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeeena.blogspot.com/2009/05/lovely.html' title='lovely!'/><author><name>edwina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15005808619422513006</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-33092584.post-7804209580618371868</id><published>2009-03-29T00:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T00:57:53.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fuck seriously.</title><content type='html'>i dont know what's with me lately. feeling really sensitive. or maybe it's pms. but how can i have pms when my period isn't even here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe it's you. cause i'm &lt;strong&gt;NEVER&lt;/strong&gt; like this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33092584-7804209580618371868?l=weeeena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeeena.blogspot.com/feeds/7804209580618371868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33092584&amp;postID=7804209580618371868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33092584/posts/default/7804209580618371868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33092584/posts/default/7804209580618371868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeeena.blogspot.com/2009/03/fuck-seriously.html' title='fuck seriously.'/><author><name>edwina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15005808619422513006</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-33092584.post-4052071132463380774</id><published>2009-03-26T00:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T00:44:52.858+08:00</updated><title type='text'>omg</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today was so exciting and nerve racking!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you totally blow me off my feet baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33092584-4052071132463380774?l=weeeena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeeena.blogspot.com/feeds/4052071132463380774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33092584&amp;postID=4052071132463380774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33092584/posts/default/4052071132463380774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33092584/posts/default/4052071132463380774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeeena.blogspot.com/2009/03/omg.html' title='omg'/><author><name>edwina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15005808619422513006</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-33092584.post-1519601019364087379</id><published>2009-03-19T00:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T01:41:00.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I went to watch disney on ice!! It's really &lt;em&gt;THE&lt;/em&gt; all time favourites. The stunts they did were so beautiful. I bet they probably fell in love with each other during trainings and performances. I mean with such atmosphere, who wouldn't?! Perhaps i'll catch it in the subsequent years!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/ScErTGwx5vI/AAAAAAAAA6A/0hvfGH-oltE/s1600-h/DSC00220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314576642506614514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/ScErTGwx5vI/AAAAAAAAA6A/0hvfGH-oltE/s320/DSC00220.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yang's really the sweetest! I mean how easy is it to find a boyfriend who volunteered to curl his girlfriend's hair! Probably 0.1%? And he really did a great job.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/ScErStCWotI/AAAAAAAAA54/mwyeVfFl57w/s1600-h/DSC00224.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314576635601003218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/ScErStCWotI/AAAAAAAAA54/mwyeVfFl57w/s320/DSC00224.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/ScErHEd8YwI/AAAAAAAAA5w/Ir-GJXAj9WM/s1600-h/DSC00225.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314576435732308738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/ScErHEd8YwI/AAAAAAAAA5w/Ir-GJXAj9WM/s320/DSC00225.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/ScErHB4ysEI/AAAAAAAAA5o/6ZianRu9jVo/s1600-h/DSC00227.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314576435039612994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/ScErHB4ysEI/AAAAAAAAA5o/6ZianRu9jVo/s320/DSC00227.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/ScErGyeHhoI/AAAAAAAAA5g/3LbSbN5tnUY/s1600-h/DSC00228.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314576430901200514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/ScErGyeHhoI/AAAAAAAAA5g/3LbSbN5tnUY/s320/DSC00228.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/ScErG9fSnoI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/Kxmjbme4jIw/s1600-h/DSC00231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314576433858911874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/ScErG9fSnoI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/Kxmjbme4jIw/s320/DSC00231.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/ScErGv0Tl2I/AAAAAAAAA5Q/W2JhqlDAcpQ/s1600-h/DSC00233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314576430188959586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/ScErGv0Tl2I/AAAAAAAAA5Q/W2JhqlDAcpQ/s320/DSC00233.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nothing can really be captured with that lousy phone of mine. But who can i blame but that stupid brain of mine for forgetting to bring the camera. Totally not surprising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/ScEqtdM2XSI/AAAAAAAAA5I/ou9BeBxu5ys/s1600-h/DSC00236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314575995694898466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/ScEqtdM2XSI/AAAAAAAAA5I/ou9BeBxu5ys/s320/DSC00236.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;See that heels. It's my first time wearing and probably the last. The pain was really excruciating!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/ScEqtMGHxsI/AAAAAAAAA5A/EAAWPobtnbc/s1600-h/DSC00241.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314575991103276738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/ScEqtMGHxsI/AAAAAAAAA5A/EAAWPobtnbc/s320/DSC00241.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Look at those gorgeous curlsssss. I so love my boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/ScEqsn_9juI/AAAAAAAAA44/imnSTYBK6q8/s1600-h/DSC00248.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314575981413764834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/ScEqsn_9juI/AAAAAAAAA44/imnSTYBK6q8/s320/DSC00248.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Look at that stupid boy. He totally ignore me during that oh-so-must-watch ManU v Liverpool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/ScEqsFN5vEI/AAAAAAAAA4w/41qPmjCUFT4/s1600-h/DSC00244.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314575972076993602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/ScEqsFN5vEI/AAAAAAAAA4w/41qPmjCUFT4/s320/DSC00244.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The dress was really body hugging. And my stomach was bulging out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I totally sucked my stomach in and refrained myself from eating too much!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How tortuous to look good.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33092584-1519601019364087379?l=weeeena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeeena.blogspot.com/feeds/1519601019364087379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33092584&amp;postID=1519601019364087379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33092584/posts/default/1519601019364087379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33092584/posts/default/1519601019364087379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeeena.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-went-to-watch-disney-on-ice-its.html' title=''/><author><name>edwina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15005808619422513006</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/_VCVTX1fJXxY/ScErTGwx5vI/AAAAAAAAA6A/0hvfGH-oltE/s72-c/DSC00220.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33092584.post-3598165735768834290</id><published>2009-03-17T00:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T00:24:39.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>argh.</title><content type='html'>I hate army men.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33092584-3598165735768834290?l=weeeena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeeena.blogspot.com/feeds/3598165735768834290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33092584&amp;postID=3598165735768834290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33092584/posts/default/3598165735768834290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33092584/posts/default/3598165735768834290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeeena.blogspot.com/2009/03/argh.html' title='argh.'/><author><name>edwina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15005808619422513006</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-33092584.post-2426574895424040470</id><published>2009-03-13T00:17:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T01:25:42.249+08:00</updated><title type='text'>babbbbbby</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;He came to my life without telling me why&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then i realised, when i looked into his eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312337617252906578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/Sbk26rtN9lI/AAAAAAAAA34/A58XWdfd6Ck/s320/278355933l.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He looked so suave even in that posture &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Made seeing other guys like torture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312337613751928418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/Sbk26eqhRmI/AAAAAAAAA3w/FE3T-U8QOAQ/s320/1_338596819l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Being retarded makes my heart beats regardlessly&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Wonder how he made me fall so deeply.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312337618691629314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/Sbk26xEPIQI/AAAAAAAAA4A/BBGjGXxJhSo/s320/DSC00202.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Loving my brother like his own&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Never complain with any tone.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312350250534502322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/SblCaCWQ_7I/AAAAAAAAA4g/3uKb99Rbots/s320/DSC00208(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;This man is hard to find&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i'm glad that he's mine.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/Sbk27MkWCvI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/Ps6CJmfZMfM/s1600-h/cny09+(89).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312337626074057458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/Sbk27MkWCvI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/Ps6CJmfZMfM/s320/cny09+(89).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I love you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33092584-2426574895424040470?l=weeeena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeeena.blogspot.com/feeds/2426574895424040470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33092584&amp;postID=2426574895424040470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33092584/posts/default/2426574895424040470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33092584/posts/default/2426574895424040470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeeena.blogspot.com/2009/03/babbbbbby.html' title='babbbbbby'/><author><name>edwina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15005808619422513006</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/_VCVTX1fJXxY/Sbk26rtN9lI/AAAAAAAAA34/A58XWdfd6Ck/s72-c/278355933l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33092584.post-722711978791777433</id><published>2009-03-03T23:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T00:13:43.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>so sick!</title><content type='html'>i'm fucking sick of everything. thinking what to wear. trying to wake up. opening my eyes. rushing for school. stepping in the train. spending 40mins starring at faces. going to school. studying. exams. comparing answers after papers and realised there were many mistakes. flipping through the book. the smell of lecture notes. the sound of printer. logging in the student portal. messy room. baby bro messed it up even more. bathing for him. reading bedtime story to him. his yakking. piano lessons. accounting homework. looking at blogshops. and the bloody 3am. fuck you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33092584-722711978791777433?l=weeeena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeeena.blogspot.com/feeds/722711978791777433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33092584&amp;postID=722711978791777433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33092584/posts/default/722711978791777433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33092584/posts/default/722711978791777433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeeena.blogspot.com/2009/03/so-sick.html' title='so sick!'/><author><name>edwina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15005808619422513006</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-33092584.post-4235133645331335937</id><published>2009-02-23T14:04:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T19:54:26.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yen's 21st!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Went Yenxin's 21st celebration on sat. That girl's really hot!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305873935960984050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/SaJAO6f1SfI/AAAAAAAAA3g/eQ9tQtJjgw4/s320/Pi0092.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; I think they really love to take pictures in the toilet. Toilet 1.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/SaJAPJSV18I/AAAAAAAAA3o/Z6FpqloSVfU/s1600-h/girls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305873939930929090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/SaJAPJSV18I/AAAAAAAAA3o/Z6FpqloSVfU/s320/girls.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Toilet 2. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305872148036334114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/SaI-m19YMiI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/MGoy9ew8Epo/s320/P2210095.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305872147779216834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/SaI-m1AE5cI/AAAAAAAAA2w/Pg9cJRFcEjE/s320/Pi0116.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305872148401568866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/SaI-m3UdPGI/AAAAAAAAA2o/fimqBMSEajQ/s320/Pi0117.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305871371820087186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/SaI95qVAN5I/AAAAAAAAA2I/TF0mEeixyYg/s320/P2210143.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Her boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305871368215168722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/SaI95c5hhtI/AAAAAAAAA1w/1qi9rbKkv0k/s320/P2210128.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305871367280369090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/SaI95ZapncI/AAAAAAAAA14/mWuLkevDVLM/s320/P2210131.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305871366545846834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/SaI95WrhsjI/AAAAAAAAA2A/9CcP8rM1cZg/s320/P2210132.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Jiamin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305872150659037138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/SaI-m_urd9I/AAAAAAAAA2Q/IdA4r29ALWk/s320/DSC00063.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Dawn. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305872146771610786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/SaI-mxP2DKI/AAAAAAAAA2g/8OVcJ9yZzwU/s320/P2210103.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305870790222111218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/SaI9XztPYfI/AAAAAAAAA1g/NDaZlJaNw7k/s320/P2210109.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305871362911253122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/SaI95JI-MoI/AAAAAAAAA1o/Qqwsz5CmLgQ/s320/P2210135.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ohmygosh. She looks like one female gymnast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/SaI_WJrIjrI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/C6X6dgpPnQk/s1600-h/P2210167.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305872960782372530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/SaI_WJrIjrI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/C6X6dgpPnQk/s320/P2210167.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The celebration wasnt boring. But i didnt realised that i yawned so many times.&lt;br /&gt;Yawn 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/SaI_WILkHvI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/A4OkrdKEuVU/s1600-h/P2210166.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305872960381525746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/SaI_WILkHvI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/A4OkrdKEuVU/s320/P2210166.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yawn 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/SaI_V2cWlYI/AAAAAAAAA3I/O8cU-qbaP2w/s1600-h/P2210165.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305872955620103554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/SaI_V2cWlYI/AAAAAAAAA3I/O8cU-qbaP2w/s320/P2210165.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yawn 3.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305870786604209490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/SaI9XmOqlVI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/YDzek0KsIzw/s320/P2210153.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The birthday girl!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305870785741208594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/SaI9XjA6PBI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/jwYYcDJ7QYw/s320/P2210155.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305870785646869442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/SaI9Xiqau8I/AAAAAAAAA1I/u-0P7kg-658/s320/P2210171.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She looked damn hot on her cake!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/SaI9XogPXpI/AAAAAAAAA1A/jRA6HzPDvZc/s1600-h/P2210169.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305870787214794386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/SaI9XogPXpI/AAAAAAAAA1A/jRA6HzPDvZc/s320/P2210169.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy birthday girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33092584-4235133645331335937?l=weeeena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeeena.blogspot.com/feeds/4235133645331335937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33092584&amp;postID=4235133645331335937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33092584/posts/default/4235133645331335937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33092584/posts/default/4235133645331335937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeeena.blogspot.com/2009/02/yens-21st.html' title='yen&apos;s 21st!'/><author><name>edwina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15005808619422513006</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/_VCVTX1fJXxY/SaJAO6f1SfI/AAAAAAAAA3g/eQ9tQtJjgw4/s72-c/Pi0092.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33092584.post-2080825877399969129</id><published>2009-02-23T13:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T13:22:06.761+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fucker.</title><content type='html'>So i see. An eye for an eye? Fucker.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33092584-2080825877399969129?l=weeeena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeeena.blogspot.com/feeds/2080825877399969129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33092584&amp;postID=2080825877399969129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33092584/posts/default/2080825877399969129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33092584/posts/default/2080825877399969129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeeena.blogspot.com/2009/02/fucker.html' title='fucker.'/><author><name>edwina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15005808619422513006</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-33092584.post-6123738978307825244</id><published>2009-02-18T16:30:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T18:16:17.888+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Valentine's Day!</title><content type='html'>It was the best valentine's day ever! Yang brought me to underwaterworld to dive with the sharks! It was the best date ever! He knew i would love LOVE &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;LOVE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;to dive and he brought me there. Initially, we were both afraid to dive with the creatures. But when we went in, it was so fun! The fishes were sooooo cute! Especially the sting rays. They'll bump into you, and it seemed like they're asking you to touch them. And they're always smiling. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304062947933954482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/SZvRJiXqIbI/AAAAAAAAA0o/1ZE5fnDeg_I/s320/P1030261(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt;Before the dive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. The photographer was damn stupid. Yang went off with another diver and the photographer didnt take pictures of him. What a pity! We didnt have pictures in the water together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/SZvNykbaOvI/AAAAAAAAA0g/tpx57JRzZvM/s1600-h/P1030275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304059254814685938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/SZvNykbaOvI/AAAAAAAAA0g/tpx57JRzZvM/s320/P1030275.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/SZvNyP-C0EI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/8wiKHTJoNIk/s1600-h/P1030263.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304059249322807362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/SZvNyP-C0EI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/8wiKHTJoNIk/s320/P1030263.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/SZvNZFH8qhI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/PTdwJ_PDiuo/s1600-h/P1030271.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304058816914827794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/SZvNZFH8qhI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/PTdwJ_PDiuo/s320/P1030271.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/SZvNYiPR4dI/AAAAAAAAA0I/I-RDpjWg7pQ/s1600-h/P1030268.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304058807550337490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/SZvNYiPR4dI/AAAAAAAAA0I/I-RDpjWg7pQ/s320/P1030268.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/SZvNX8wEDWI/AAAAAAAAAz4/KzJsVPlzcA8/s1600-h/P1030266.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304058797487295842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/SZvNX8wEDWI/AAAAAAAAAz4/KzJsVPlzcA8/s320/P1030266.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/SZvNXpEoJkI/AAAAAAAAAzw/vEBzG4jWU5M/s1600-h/P1030267.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304058792204838466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/SZvNXpEoJkI/AAAAAAAAAzw/vEBzG4jWU5M/s320/P1030267.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/SZvLdRj2mWI/AAAAAAAAAzo/HODqF3lI3zw/s1600-h/P1030274.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304056689949317474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/SZvLdRj2mWI/AAAAAAAAAzo/HODqF3lI3zw/s320/P1030274.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/SZvLdPUijFI/AAAAAAAAAzg/4nAEo2PTdfU/s1600-h/P1030262.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304056689348217938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/SZvLdPUijFI/AAAAAAAAAzg/4nAEo2PTdfU/s320/P1030262.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I realised i had the same posture. I didnt know what to do when the photographer took pictures of me! I mean i cant show any facial expression. So i merely waved to the camera.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/SZvLc9qzaUI/AAAAAAAAAzY/U4zckBGbay4/s1600-h/P1030273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304056684609759554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/SZvLc9qzaUI/AAAAAAAAAzY/U4zckBGbay4/s320/P1030273.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That's the diver who dived with me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/SZvLcYk26_I/AAAAAAAAAzQ/DNMVaIyNzC8/s1600-h/P1030269.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304056674652711922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/SZvLcYk26_I/AAAAAAAAAzQ/DNMVaIyNzC8/s320/P1030269.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I tried to touch the fish but it swam away. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304053216534113202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/SZvITGFIq7I/AAAAAAAAAxQ/m6_adZ8sgGA/s320/couple4a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;That was taken in the water. I FREAKING TOUCHED THE EEL! I was so afraid initially. I mean my first thought was OMG. I'm gonna touch the eel from the little mermaid! It was really soft and it felt like old woman skin.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304053222944086866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/SZvITd9ZG1I/AAAAAAAAAxY/Kdf6i4U0UDw/s320/couple4b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Haha. Yes a small shark. After touching the eel, i wasnt afraid of touching the shark at all. It has really rough skin. I even touch its fin!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304053221868929378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/SZvITZ9DgWI/AAAAAAAAAxg/22iIXpHbj78/s320/couple4c.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;THE EXPERIENCE WAS SPLENDID!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/SZvKbmU_IUI/AAAAAAAAAyw/lE8HCwGmEfs/s1600-h/P1030283(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304055561652740418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/SZvKbmU_IUI/AAAAAAAAAyw/lE8HCwGmEfs/s320/P1030283(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Haha. He's really stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/SZvKbIdMdpI/AAAAAAAAAyo/SL0y5V4tQyc/s1600-h/P1030287(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304055553634104978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/SZvKbIdMdpI/AAAAAAAAAyo/SL0y5V4tQyc/s320/P1030287(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/SZvKa9AoI6I/AAAAAAAAAyg/scuw-rmuGzU/s1600-h/P1030290(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304055550561493922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/SZvKa9AoI6I/AAAAAAAAAyg/scuw-rmuGzU/s320/P1030290(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We asked this angmoh lady to take the pictures for us. She said if it wasnt good, she will take another picture for us. And after yang looked at the pictures, he told her it was really well taken and thanked her. And &lt;strong&gt;right after&lt;/strong&gt; we walked away, he muttered, 'kanasai'. HAHA. damn funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/SZvIzz6kPwI/AAAAAAAAAyY/7j_dzqy6PVw/s1600-h/P1030295(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304053778593627906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/SZvIzz6kPwI/AAAAAAAAAyY/7j_dzqy6PVw/s320/P1030295(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Damn cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/SZvIzrhuWxI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/7PO9V0o27V8/s1600-h/P1030297(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304053776341949202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/SZvIzrhuWxI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/7PO9V0o27V8/s320/P1030297(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/SZvIzfEEyFI/AAAAAAAAAyI/uT_GGIMFJpQ/s1600-h/P1030301.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304053772996364370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/SZvIzfEEyFI/AAAAAAAAAyI/uT_GGIMFJpQ/s320/P1030301.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/SZvIzL5HdBI/AAAAAAAAAyA/FS9qadA3BwA/s1600-h/P1030303(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304053767850128402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/SZvIzL5HdBI/AAAAAAAAAyA/FS9qadA3BwA/s320/P1030303(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/SZvIywusDdI/AAAAAAAAAx4/S3yz1JgXKyw/s1600-h/P1030306.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304053760558632402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/SZvIywusDdI/AAAAAAAAAx4/S3yz1JgXKyw/s320/P1030306.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/SZvIUKsLCHI/AAAAAAAAAxw/2AF4b6tm8MM/s1600-h/P1030307.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304053234951456882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/SZvIUKsLCHI/AAAAAAAAAxw/2AF4b6tm8MM/s320/P1030307.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He got me this rose over there!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/SZvITlKtQjI/AAAAAAAAAxo/zOZA9qrdNoE/s1600-h/P1030309(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304053224878981682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/SZvITlKtQjI/AAAAAAAAAxo/zOZA9qrdNoE/s320/P1030309(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304068665028340626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/SZvWWUNLa5I/AAAAAAAAA0w/Ml2OVu-Q0ks/s320/DSC00192.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Yang's really the sweetest! When i went into his room, i saw this bouquet of roses on his bed! I almost died on the spot. And it was a bouquet of 21 roses. I dont know what it represents but i know yang's the best guy for sure!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really enjoyed this valentine's day. It was so special and fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304055573756796290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/SZvKcTa0XYI/AAAAAAAAAzA/94yRhn-OnTc/s320/P1030260(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt;I love you so much yang!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/33092584-6123738978307825244?l=weeeena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeeena.blogspot.com/feeds/6123738978307825244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33092584&amp;postID=6123738978307825244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33092584/posts/default/6123738978307825244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33092584/posts/default/6123738978307825244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeeena.blogspot.com/2009/02/best-valentines-day.html' title='Best Valentine&apos;s Day!'/><author><name>edwina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15005808619422513006</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/_VCVTX1fJXxY/SZvRJiXqIbI/AAAAAAAAA0o/1ZE5fnDeg_I/s72-c/P1030261(1).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33092584.post-1944813876851788316</id><published>2009-02-11T22:43:00.024+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T04:08:34.568+08:00</updated><title type='text'>saby loving.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We grew up together. Matured together. We'd seen each other from a kid and slowly to a woman, ugly ducking to a swan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301607217970005810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/SZMXrPW_xzI/AAAAAAAAAto/A3ywFHAcusY/s320/DSC00184.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I think the 4 of us even developed a 2R picture of it and put in our wallets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301606811175971378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/SZMXTj7vajI/AAAAAAAAAtI/9rA-ac3xil0/s320/DSC00178.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We both look really different. Especially Sab.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I hope she doesn't kill me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301612222871289714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/SZMcOkEcv3I/AAAAAAAAAvo/mLDy_Yzbm5Q/s320/DSC00179.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Once a while, she would give me love letter like this. This was written in poly though. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And it was in Chinese!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301612220374365794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/SZMcOaxItmI/AAAAAAAAAvg/ifk9JxVam9c/s320/DSC00182.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;She probably drew this during chinese lesson.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301612786616696802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/SZMcvYL0_-I/AAAAAAAAAvw/dSTsdKEkGPU/s320/DSC00183.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The first birthday gift she made for me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301612790805986322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/SZMcvnyofBI/AAAAAAAAAv4/dEzs57twK30/s320/DSC00173.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I'm sure everyone has their neo-print craze.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301607219550174066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/SZMXrVPvO3I/AAAAAAAAAtw/XKXryZT0-oI/s320/DSC00171.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Our Prom Night. We look totally AWFUL.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301563726796831378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/SZLwHuHSOpI/AAAAAAAAAn4/kIPXHqYWDtk/s320/CIMG0015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The first kiss she gave me. I think. On my 17th birthday.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301567352838856658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 243px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/SZLzayLEn9I/AAAAAAAAApI/fP_FEa_PoZE/s320/say%2520edwina.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Remember we used to keep singing until both of us sing the same song together at the same time?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And we would see when we bring the same winnie the pooh tissue pack design and call that day our friendship day?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It was so silly.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301561915408443810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/SZLueSKo6aI/AAAAAAAAAnI/5VekZRmePGc/s320/DSC00194.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I love calling her 'yian hian' when everyone else call her 'sabrina'. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;That's before that stupid elmo (her oh-so-sweet boyfriend) comes along.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301607212020175122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/SZMXq5MckRI/AAAAAAAAAtY/qtQ5DbTvrvo/s320/DSC00189.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;When we got into poly. We thought we could be in the same class.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;HOWEVER..........&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301607205640583090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/SZMXqhbbt7I/AAAAAAAAAtQ/GE-eD7mkQ98/s320/DSC00186.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This stupid man ruined it. Remember how we used to curse and swear him?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301613309056245026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/SZMdNybH3SI/AAAAAAAAAwo/ZHaz_ZyIDUM/s320/DSC00152.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We studied during poly together. We would stay over each other's house. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;But i always ended up sleeping.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301565983045122354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/SZLyLDSy-TI/AAAAAAAAAog/3KeontOScWk/s320/Image006_6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;OMG. We joined this Yamaha competition. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I was seriously thinking if i should post this.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301621994066463202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/SZMlHUm6yeI/AAAAAAAAAw4/8_WgZdC6ZFs/s320/yamaha.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Our Ad-like picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301613305693210610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/SZMdNl5UB_I/AAAAAAAAAwY/fmteRz2GL-Y/s320/IMG_0105.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We went to Camp together. And we tried to wear matching tops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301569000946008050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/SZL06t2b__I/AAAAAAAAApY/6mFhULgrQ3k/s320/DSCF0271.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Her 18th birthday. We were introduced to alcohol together.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301565978170843026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/SZLyKxIrX5I/AAAAAAAAAoY/F5J3e6u01gk/s320/DSCF0363_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301568998475062290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/SZL06kpUXBI/AAAAAAAAApQ/-_f1PhC-GA8/s320/DSCF0320.jpg" border="0" /&gt;My 18th birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301607210314125858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/SZMXqy1sUiI/AAAAAAAAAtg/T3IQcXc2Cnk/s320/DSC00185.JPG" border="0" /&gt;And she made this for me which made me cry.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301613308638688594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/SZMdNw3kdVI/AAAAAAAAAwg/mm79BTU3HZo/s320/DSC00011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;During SIP.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301565970179830754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/SZLyKTXeM-I/AAAAAAAAAoI/kHEP_wRticU/s320/DSCF0479.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Our first halloween night!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301612795628971826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/SZMcv5whZzI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/0XJaipj1ckc/s320/21112007271.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Once a while, she'll send me pictures like this asking me if what she wore was alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301612794625093666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/SZMcv2BLcCI/AAAAAAAAAwI/1D14s1HgNj0/s320/16022007106.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;When i snipped my hair short, she went with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301563728306822098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/SZLwHzvS29I/AAAAAAAAAoA/LKpd3OxLbe8/s320/DSC02613.JPG" border="0" /&gt;We went to the zoo together.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301621999326885554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 172px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/SZMlHoNGdrI/AAAAAAAAAxI/to4zo9onthA/s320/crazy.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301563726875000514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/SZLwHuZ6_sI/AAAAAAAAAng/zxv6sbrj5MQ/s320/DSC00994.JPG" border="0" /&gt;She love taking and drawing unglam pictures of me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301560864759926450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/SZLthIMgzrI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/_13iAj09h5A/s320/20082008120.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Went flyers together.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301561916585432626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/SZLueWjQVjI/AAAAAAAAAnA/2J2jz0Oxe1Q/s320/DSC00037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301612790284420322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/SZMcvl2SBOI/AAAAAAAAAwA/0JzW-WfQWss/s320/DSC00073.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301567311408561906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/SZLzYX1UfvI/AAAAAAAAAow/tZRoGlqgSvI/s320/IMG_0051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;We've always been in the same school until now. You went SMU and me, SIM.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We were both rather upset that we cant be in the same school anymore.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And you'll blame me for not studying hard.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;BUT NOW..............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301621994389626226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 194px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/SZMlHVz93XI/AAAAAAAAAxA/qFwEu2kJqOM/s320/SMU.bmp" border="0" /&gt;You hate SMU so much and you're going to quit and come SIM!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Not that i'm encouraging you or anything.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;But neither i'm stopping you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301563723472706210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/SZLwHhuwGqI/AAAAAAAAAnw/yb2bf-hPzVE/s320/DSC01843.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301565988956520594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/SZLyLZULwJI/AAAAAAAAAoo/327h0K_Dmbg/s320/IMG_0034.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;I think we're really fated to stay with each other.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301613313381064130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/SZMdOCiPXcI/AAAAAAAAAww/vcGQgzLqptY/s320/iloveyou.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;If i had only 1 friend left, i want it to be you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(Ps: Don't go to school tomorrow please!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33092584-1944813876851788316?l=weeeena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeeena.blogspot.com/feeds/1944813876851788316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33092584&amp;postID=1944813876851788316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33092584/posts/default/1944813876851788316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33092584/posts/default/1944813876851788316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeeena.blogspot.com/2009/02/saby-loving.html' title='saby loving.'/><author><name>edwina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15005808619422513006</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/_VCVTX1fJXxY/SZMXrPW_xzI/AAAAAAAAAto/A3ywFHAcusY/s72-c/DSC00184.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33092584.post-6334697791178526447</id><published>2009-02-10T00:20:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T02:31:58.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sunday loving!</title><content type='html'>We went kids' kampong. It was damn fun! Baby was freaking excited. He told everyone that we're going to fish. Han's rrrreally cute too. You should totally see him catching those fishes. He acted like a kid getting all so excited when he caught them. And oh, we even caught a tiny prawn! Lucky us. Though i'm not a prawn lover, i do adore cooking it when it grows bigger!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/SZBkDyAcDtI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/wXgUIhC7iX0/s1600-h/DSC000165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300846777541070546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/SZBkDyAcDtI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/wXgUIhC7iX0/s320/DSC000165.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/SZBkDO5mQQI/AAAAAAAAAlI/jHPMuy_Xyro/s1600-h/DSC000164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300846768117137666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/SZBkDO5mQQI/AAAAAAAAAlI/jHPMuy_Xyro/s320/DSC000164.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He looked damn sweaty. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And look at those shoes. He loves them like hell. He reckoned it was cool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Haha. He told han's folks that he polishes them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/SZBkDCfw9TI/AAAAAAAAAlA/fGH1LOct2Eg/s1600-h/DSC0000162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300846764787561778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/SZBkDCfw9TI/AAAAAAAAAlA/fGH1LOct2Eg/s320/DSC0000162.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300860381133085794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/SZBwbnVhHGI/AAAAAAAAAmI/mnB7eLSStys/s320/DSC000167.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300846781651864018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/SZBkEBUhydI/AAAAAAAAAlY/PTGo6vyeN8w/s320/DSC000170.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They look damn cute together!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300860367781350594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/SZBwa1mNzMI/AAAAAAAAAlo/VgI_peyU358/s320/DSC000172.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300846784754905906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/SZBkEM4WczI/AAAAAAAAAlg/kQNLbeExcrA/s320/DSC000173.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300860380324495650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/SZBwbkUvASI/AAAAAAAAAmA/9xYE0DtN2YA/s320/DSC000171.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300860373590670066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/SZBwbLPQ-vI/AAAAAAAAAlw/8lTSFXLoj7M/s320/DSC000169.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300860377107332130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/SZBwbYVs_CI/AAAAAAAAAl4/NVt1qQLDcO4/s320/DSC000174.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Naughty boy.&lt;/div&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/33092584-6334697791178526447?l=weeeena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeeena.blogspot.com/feeds/6334697791178526447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33092584&amp;postID=6334697791178526447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33092584/posts/default/6334697791178526447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33092584/posts/default/6334697791178526447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeeena.blogspot.com/2009/02/sunday-loving.html' title='sunday loving!'/><author><name>edwina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15005808619422513006</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/_VCVTX1fJXxY/SZBkDyAcDtI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/wXgUIhC7iX0/s72-c/DSC000165.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33092584.post-7112024739193319190</id><published>2009-02-04T16:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T16:45:07.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>friends?</title><content type='html'>After all said and done, i no longer know who you really are. you'd hurt me time after time and i cant believe you said those about me. i'm really disappointed with you. no. i'm not even disappointed. i dont feel anything at all. perhaps you've already lost your place in my heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33092584-7112024739193319190?l=weeeena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeeena.blogspot.com/feeds/7112024739193319190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33092584&amp;postID=7112024739193319190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33092584/posts/default/7112024739193319190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33092584/posts/default/7112024739193319190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeeena.blogspot.com/2009/02/friends.html' title='friends?'/><author><name>edwina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15005808619422513006</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-33092584.post-2497992088316802096</id><published>2009-02-04T01:37:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T02:16:08.427+08:00</updated><title type='text'>baby love again.</title><content type='html'>Seriously, han's really really sweet. he got me those when i went to shit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298628737125903186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/SYiCw1kQ61I/AAAAAAAAAk4/6S4VT4YAUAs/s320/DSC00004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298628732763244754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/SYiCwlUICNI/AAAAAAAAAkw/UmTPLujMek8/s320/DSC00003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Alright. yes i kinda fancy hello kitty. SO WHAT. Well, han's definitely a keeper. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sab asked me how much i love han.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I told her that even if he propose to me with a grass ring, made by twirling dried grass into a ring, now, i would say yes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That much darling.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33092584-2497992088316802096?l=weeeena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeeena.blogspot.com/feeds/2497992088316802096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33092584&amp;postID=2497992088316802096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33092584/posts/default/2497992088316802096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33092584/posts/default/2497992088316802096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeeena.blogspot.com/2009/02/baby-love-again.html' title='baby love again.'/><author><name>edwina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15005808619422513006</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/_VCVTX1fJXxY/SYiCw1kQ61I/AAAAAAAAAk4/6S4VT4YAUAs/s72-c/DSC00004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33092584.post-4244190936013716657</id><published>2009-01-29T00:09:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T01:58:44.394+08:00</updated><title type='text'>baby love.</title><content type='html'>It's a blessing that you met her before me.&lt;br /&gt;It's a blessing that i met him before you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, we both realised who we really want to spend our lives with.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33092584-4244190936013716657?l=weeeena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeeena.blogspot.com/feeds/4244190936013716657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33092584&amp;postID=4244190936013716657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33092584/posts/default/4244190936013716657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33092584/posts/default/4244190936013716657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeeena.blogspot.com/2009/01/baby-love_29.html' title='baby love.'/><author><name>edwina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15005808619422513006</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-33092584.post-1861789790058736066</id><published>2009-01-23T02:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T03:03:33.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'>baby love.</title><content type='html'>you're my boyfriend and bestfriend. what more can i ask.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33092584-1861789790058736066?l=weeeena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeeena.blogspot.com/feeds/1861789790058736066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33092584&amp;postID=1861789790058736066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33092584/posts/default/1861789790058736066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33092584/posts/default/1861789790058736066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeeena.blogspot.com/2009/01/baby-love.html' title='baby love.'/><author><name>edwina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15005808619422513006</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-33092584.post-3252906586964812037</id><published>2009-01-21T01:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T01:41:53.054+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sucks.</title><content type='html'>yes. i do admit that i do care about what others think of me. who doesn't. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BUT&lt;/span&gt;. when i said i really do not care, i mean it. obviously there are stuff that i do not care about what others thought. so everyone, stop harping that i do. it really irks me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. fine. i might be &lt;strike&gt;over&lt;/strike&gt; sensitive on that particular moment and thought of stupid stuff which might not be it. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MIGHT NOT&lt;/span&gt;. well, i still feel it meant like that though. maybe i was being ridiculous, maybe i was being skeptical &lt;strong&gt;but&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;BUT &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BUT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, i feel you acted totally different that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i do know that you cant be there 24/7 which i totally understand. however, sometimes being only a girl with selfish thoughts, i do hope that i can reach you whenever i need you, which most of the times, i can't. it really upsets me. and you thinking everything is fast and all, really scares me. yes. i do think it's fast. but i didnt think of it as a bad thing though. but you worrying, make me afraid of losing you . &lt;strong&gt;even more&lt;/strong&gt;. i dont want to lose you. that fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i used to think that my friends really understand and know me. but not anymore. i dont think anyone understands me or how i feel &lt;strong&gt;EXACTLY&lt;/strong&gt;. perhaps no one does understands anybody entirely. i think i need to talk to a doll or something and replying to myself at the same time. i hope i dont go crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at times, i really think you made my life topsy turvy. i really hate all those dramas. it seems like i cant live as tranquil as can be. bitch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33092584-3252906586964812037?l=weeeena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeeena.blogspot.com/feeds/3252906586964812037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33092584&amp;postID=3252906586964812037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33092584/posts/default/3252906586964812037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33092584/posts/default/3252906586964812037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeeena.blogspot.com/2009/01/sucks.html' title='sucks.'/><author><name>edwina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15005808619422513006</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-33092584.post-1529096160881197334</id><published>2009-01-12T18:30:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T19:15:49.394+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my love.</title><content type='html'>We went sentosa. Watched and visited 4D magix, cineblast, dolphin lagoon and underwater world. It was really fun! I really enjoyed myself. Love that day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/SWscXfya06I/AAAAAAAAAkI/8aGtQXAanOM/s1600-h/DSC00137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290353377272320930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/SWscXfya06I/AAAAAAAAAkI/8aGtQXAanOM/s320/DSC00137.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290353380219009554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/SWscXqw9uhI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/YPaPsvtiOoU/s320/DSC00128.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290355364546422914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/SWseLK9fKII/AAAAAAAAAkg/k5xC18folFI/s320/DSC00156.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love those fats.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*I really hate him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33092584-1529096160881197334?l=weeeena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeeena.blogspot.com/feeds/1529096160881197334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33092584&amp;postID=1529096160881197334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33092584/posts/default/1529096160881197334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33092584/posts/default/1529096160881197334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeeena.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-love.html' title='my love.'/><author><name>edwina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15005808619422513006</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/_VCVTX1fJXxY/SWscXfya06I/AAAAAAAAAkI/8aGtQXAanOM/s72-c/DSC00137.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33092584.post-8904961102537039778</id><published>2009-01-07T23:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T23:42:50.235+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm falling in love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33092584-8904961102537039778?l=weeeena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeeena.blogspot.com/feeds/8904961102537039778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33092584&amp;postID=8904961102537039778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33092584/posts/default/8904961102537039778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33092584/posts/default/8904961102537039778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeeena.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-falling-in-love.html' title=''/><author><name>edwina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15005808619422513006</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-33092584.post-3093325588547927629</id><published>2009-01-05T23:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T23:21:18.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'>irony.</title><content type='html'>It was ironic that we were so close before and the next day we've got nothing to do with one another.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33092584-3093325588547927629?l=weeeena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeeena.blogspot.com/feeds/3093325588547927629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33092584&amp;postID=3093325588547927629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33092584/posts/default/3093325588547927629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33092584/posts/default/3093325588547927629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeeena.blogspot.com/2009/01/irony.html' title='irony.'/><author><name>edwina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15005808619422513006</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-33092584.post-782956486891801477</id><published>2008-12-29T14:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T14:27:26.974+08:00</updated><title type='text'>was i?</title><content type='html'>was i too rash?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33092584-782956486891801477?l=weeeena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeeena.blogspot.com/feeds/782956486891801477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33092584&amp;postID=782956486891801477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33092584/posts/default/782956486891801477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33092584/posts/default/782956486891801477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeeena.blogspot.com/2008/12/was-i.html' title='was i?'/><author><name>edwina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15005808619422513006</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-33092584.post-3284927759971881902</id><published>2008-10-14T01:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T01:30:14.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>baby's day</title><content type='html'>yesterday was baby's birthday. well, i hope that she really did enjoy her birthday. that card i gave her wasnt enough to say everything i had in mind. but she always knows what i'm thinking, so, some stuff need not be said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, my birthday is coming real soon. &lt;strike&gt;hope&lt;/strike&gt; i will enjoy my birthday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33092584-3284927759971881902?l=weeeena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeeena.blogspot.com/feeds/3284927759971881902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33092584&amp;postID=3284927759971881902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33092584/posts/default/3284927759971881902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33092584/posts/default/3284927759971881902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeeena.blogspot.com/2008/10/babys-day.html' title='baby&apos;s day'/><author><name>edwina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15005808619422513006</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-33092584.post-7846558886651784661</id><published>2008-10-10T00:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T00:12:56.389+08:00</updated><title type='text'>perhaps.</title><content type='html'>i havent been blogging for months. didnt realise blogger changed a little. well, for the sake of my friends who wish to know how i've been (i hope they do want to know), i might just start blogging again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Might.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33092584-7846558886651784661?l=weeeena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeeena.blogspot.com/feeds/7846558886651784661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33092584&amp;postID=7846558886651784661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33092584/posts/default/7846558886651784661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33092584/posts/default/7846558886651784661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeeena.blogspot.com/2008/10/perhaps.html' title='perhaps.'/><author><name>edwina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15005808619422513006</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-33092584.post-1893728973809519328</id><published>2008-06-12T16:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T16:58:51.408+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sickening.</title><content type='html'>sometimes i think you are just another me. sickening.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33092584-1893728973809519328?l=weeeena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeeena.blogspot.com/feeds/1893728973809519328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33092584&amp;postID=1893728973809519328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33092584/posts/default/1893728973809519328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33092584/posts/default/1893728973809519328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeeena.blogspot.com/2008/06/sickening.html' title='sickening.'/><author><name>edwina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15005808619422513006</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-33092584.post-8336412966550589814</id><published>2008-01-30T15:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T15:12:42.322+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yuck!</title><content type='html'>i'm getting to loathe you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33092584-8336412966550589814?l=weeeena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeeena.blogspot.com/feeds/8336412966550589814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33092584&amp;postID=8336412966550589814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33092584/posts/default/8336412966550589814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33092584/posts/default/8336412966550589814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeeena.blogspot.com/2008/01/yuck.html' title='yuck!'/><author><name>edwina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15005808619422513006</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-33092584.post-3058183837437317700</id><published>2008-01-28T01:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T02:33:41.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fucking shit.</title><content type='html'>values reflection means important act in your life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm supposed to dig out good stuff in my life and talk about it. but how could i possibly do that when i'm feeling fucking pissed and not understood right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the feeling is fucking annoying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33092584-3058183837437317700?l=weeeena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeeena.blogspot.com/feeds/3058183837437317700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33092584&amp;postID=3058183837437317700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33092584/posts/default/3058183837437317700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33092584/posts/default/3058183837437317700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeeena.blogspot.com/2008/01/fucking-shit.html' title='fucking shit.'/><author><name>edwina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15005808619422513006</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-33092584.post-3165604653523360697</id><published>2008-01-23T13:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T13:44:49.519+08:00</updated><title type='text'>imoutoftitle</title><content type='html'>some people has got everything&lt;br /&gt;while some just dont (like me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but hey, i'm not complaining. am i?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33092584-3165604653523360697?l=weeeena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeeena.blogspot.com/feeds/3165604653523360697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33092584&amp;postID=3165604653523360697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33092584/posts/default/3165604653523360697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33092584/posts/default/3165604653523360697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeeena.blogspot.com/2008/01/imoutoftitle.html' title='imoutoftitle'/><author><name>edwina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15005808619422513006</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-33092584.post-8344671978461517977</id><published>2008-01-21T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T23:58:05.408+08:00</updated><title type='text'>whatever.</title><content type='html'>have you always wanted to blog about something and wouldnt want anyone to ask about it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i do. so if i were to blog about something and refused to talk about it,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just leave me alone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33092584-8344671978461517977?l=weeeena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeeena.blogspot.com/feeds/8344671978461517977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33092584&amp;postID=8344671978461517977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33092584/posts/default/8344671978461517977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33092584/posts/default/8344671978461517977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeeena.blogspot.com/2008/01/whatever.html' title='whatever.'/><author><name>edwina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15005808619422513006</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-33092584.post-4182852243967942865</id><published>2008-01-18T01:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T01:30:28.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BABY!</title><content type='html'>I LOVE YIAN HIAN, SABRINA, SABBY, SAB WHATEVER IT IS. SHE'S FREAKING NICE CAN. SHE'S HELPING ME WITH MY ASSIGNMENT WHICH IS DUE IN FEW HOURS TIME. AND HERE I AM BLOGGING HOW HOLY SHE IS. SHE'S SO NICE THAT I GOT TO TYPE IN CAPS. BUT IT'S HARD TO SEE IF MY GRAMMER AND SPELLING ARE FINE AS !CAPS!, ARE HARD TO READ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BABY LOOK HERE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU! FRIENDS FOREVER ARH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33092584-4182852243967942865?l=weeeena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeeena.blogspot.com/feeds/4182852243967942865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33092584&amp;postID=4182852243967942865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33092584/posts/default/4182852243967942865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33092584/posts/default/4182852243967942865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeeena.blogspot.com/2008/01/baby.html' title='BABY!'/><author><name>edwina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15005808619422513006</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-33092584.post-3725111533094665234</id><published>2008-01-15T00:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T01:19:09.871+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dead.</title><content type='html'>overslept this morning and decided to get a MC because i cant afford another warning letter. (my mum would KILL me) So, i went to the polyclinic. being there the first time, i was a little freak out. calling my friends hoping they knew how the clinic regulation works. after some instructions, i found a machine to take my queue number. however, it doesnt seem to work. so i ask around and found out the registration only starts at 1.30 and the time was 12.30. i asked to have my piano lesson earlier and go back to the polyclinic after that. So, registration, consultation bla bla bla, spending close to 2 hrs over there, the freaking doctor (why isnt a female doctor call a doctoress?) REFUSED TO GIVE ME A FUCKING MC. she only gave me a what. timesheet. to prove that i did went to see a doctor. is that even of any use. waste my bloody time. i scolded like hundreds of FUCK on my way home, not knowing that the worse is yet to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i put my medicine and stuff in my bag and guess what. my mum checked my bag, out of the blues. FUCK. she started interrogating me about going to school today but i deny. and that led to many questions. I'M SOOOOOOO DOWN ON LUCK.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33092584-3725111533094665234?l=weeeena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeeena.blogspot.com/feeds/3725111533094665234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33092584&amp;postID=3725111533094665234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33092584/posts/default/3725111533094665234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33092584/posts/default/3725111533094665234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeeena.blogspot.com/2008/01/dead.html' title='dead.'/><author><name>edwina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15005808619422513006</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-33092584.post-2080424238054967123</id><published>2007-12-09T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T23:30:34.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>slap me!</title><content type='html'>SOMEBODY PLEASE SLAP ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just weighed myself. and i weigh a freaking 47kg!! i dont understand why when people are telling me that i'd slimmed down. argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;swim gym run. anyone?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33092584-2080424238054967123?l=weeeena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeeena.blogspot.com/feeds/2080424238054967123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33092584&amp;postID=2080424238054967123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33092584/posts/default/2080424238054967123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33092584/posts/default/2080424238054967123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeeena.blogspot.com/2007/12/slap-me.html' title='slap me!'/><author><name>edwina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15005808619422513006</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-33092584.post-2974053957499812938</id><published>2007-11-22T00:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T01:22:26.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'>recording!</title><content type='html'>i had this recording earlier on. it was introduced by riguang. i didnt realised recording could be so tough! i took like 2 long freaking hours to get my pitch and sound right. i felt so bad for that guy who recorded for me. he was really nice, patient and encouraging. i'm really thankful for that. and i heard from riguang that his friend took like 15 mins to get the recording done! so embarrassing! well, it's a good experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/R0Rmn_VEdPI/AAAAAAAAAYU/tDv2SZ0eOP0/s1600-h/DSC00168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135342312309945586" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/R0Rmn_VEdPI/AAAAAAAAAYU/tDv2SZ0eOP0/s320/DSC00168.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. my bro's sleeping with me tonight and i heard a loud THUD.&lt;br /&gt;GREAT. he just fell from my bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33092584-2974053957499812938?l=weeeena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeeena.blogspot.com/feeds/2974053957499812938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33092584&amp;postID=2974053957499812938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33092584/posts/default/2974053957499812938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33092584/posts/default/2974053957499812938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeeena.blogspot.com/2007/11/recording.html' title='recording!'/><author><name>edwina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15005808619422513006</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/_VCVTX1fJXxY/R0Rmn_VEdPI/AAAAAAAAAYU/tDv2SZ0eOP0/s72-c/DSC00168.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33092584.post-443339147173446887</id><published>2007-11-19T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T22:52:24.541+08:00</updated><title type='text'>goodness gracious!</title><content type='html'>YUCKS. here's a story of this sickening bus driver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there were so many passengers standing in the bus and despite that, he drove pretty faster. not just fast. with those jerks and all. what an ass. no worries. i took down the bus plate number. SBS 3640J. so people, beware of that bus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33092584-443339147173446887?l=weeeena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeeena.blogspot.com/feeds/443339147173446887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33092584&amp;postID=443339147173446887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33092584/posts/default/443339147173446887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33092584/posts/default/443339147173446887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeeena.blogspot.com/2007/11/goodness-gracious.html' title='goodness gracious!'/><author><name>edwina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15005808619422513006</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-33092584.post-4211176795327632227</id><published>2007-11-13T20:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T23:17:53.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hk</title><content type='html'>and so, about that hong kong trip. well, been to many places. shan't say it was fantastic. it was like terrific! HAHA. ya right. it was alright only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/RzmZ0NkMGSI/AAAAAAAAARE/azP-PFi-lOQ/s1600-h/DSC01844.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132302372639086882" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/RzmZ0NkMGSI/AAAAAAAAARE/azP-PFi-lOQ/s320/DSC01844.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;taken before we left. home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/RzmmZdkMHAI/AAAAAAAAAWw/JeZJLtl1bJM/s1600-h/P1000910.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132316206728748034" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/RzmmZdkMHAI/AAAAAAAAAWw/JeZJLtl1bJM/s320/P1000910.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my favourite aunt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/RzmmZ9kMHBI/AAAAAAAAAW4/rRn0RaCqelQ/s1600-h/P1000912.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132316215318682642" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/RzmmZ9kMHBI/AAAAAAAAAW4/rRn0RaCqelQ/s320/P1000912.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/RzmbPNkMGTI/AAAAAAAAARM/An5kqvixXPE/s1600-h/DSC01846.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132303936007182642" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/RzmbPNkMGTI/AAAAAAAAARM/An5kqvixXPE/s320/DSC01846.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the plane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/RzmbodkMGUI/AAAAAAAAARU/js5ZoP5S6G0/s1600-h/DSC01848.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132304369798879554" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/RzmbodkMGUI/AAAAAAAAARU/js5ZoP5S6G0/s320/DSC01848.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the 1st thing we bought from hk. KRISPY KREME! well, the picture said it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/Rzmb9tkMGVI/AAAAAAAAARc/CPL4jlVJT8w/s1600-h/DSC01850.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132304734871099730" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/Rzmb9tkMGVI/AAAAAAAAARc/CPL4jlVJT8w/s320/DSC01850.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously, it didnt wow me. like how it did to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/RzmcQdkMGXI/AAAAAAAAARs/a9jWXVlZeGI/s1600-h/DSC01855.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132305056993646962" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/RzmcQdkMGXI/AAAAAAAAARs/a9jWXVlZeGI/s320/DSC01855.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know where it was taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/RzmcPtkMGWI/AAAAAAAAARk/KfuCPgp27fQ/s1600-h/DSC01851.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132305044108745058" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/RzmcPtkMGWI/AAAAAAAAARk/KfuCPgp27fQ/s320/DSC01851.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/Rzmc8dkMGcI/AAAAAAAAASU/kNTrB_vhY10/s1600-h/DSC01892.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132305812907891138" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/Rzmc8dkMGcI/AAAAAAAAASU/kNTrB_vhY10/s320/DSC01892.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/RzmeatkMGfI/AAAAAAAAASo/LApv4mq15fQ/s1600-h/DSC01894.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132307432110561778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/RzmeatkMGfI/AAAAAAAAASo/LApv4mq15fQ/s320/DSC01894.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;at the wax museum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/Rzmc7NkMGbI/AAAAAAAAASM/hFIQIOiI3ts/s1600-h/DSC01884.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132305791433054642" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/Rzmc7NkMGbI/AAAAAAAAASM/hFIQIOiI3ts/s320/DSC01884.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my bro was dancing. that explained the 'smokey' effect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/Rzmc2tkMGYI/AAAAAAAAAR0/3i5okB4LYYw/s1600-h/DSC01860.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132305714123643266" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/Rzmc2tkMGYI/AAAAAAAAAR0/3i5okB4LYYw/s320/DSC01860.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all-time-favourite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/RzmmatkMHDI/AAAAAAAAAXI/YzM4YAhekkY/s1600-h/P1000946.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132316228203584562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/RzmmatkMHDI/AAAAAAAAAXI/YzM4YAhekkY/s320/P1000946.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/RzmmadkMHCI/AAAAAAAAAXA/O3ONRjn5-Ik/s1600-h/P1000925.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132316223908617250" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/RzmmadkMHCI/AAAAAAAAAXA/O3ONRjn5-Ik/s320/P1000925.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/Rzmu1dkMHLI/AAAAAAAAAYI/6WYRpQcbeDY/s1600-h/DSC01888.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132325483858107570" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/Rzmu1dkMHLI/AAAAAAAAAYI/6WYRpQcbeDY/s320/DSC01888.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he looked the most 'real'. i mean dont he looked waxed in real?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/Rzmc29kMGZI/AAAAAAAAAR8/qUYXAfsFv94/s1600-h/DSC01861.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132305718418610578" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/Rzmc29kMGZI/AAAAAAAAAR8/qUYXAfsFv94/s320/DSC01861.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/Rzmc3dkMGaI/AAAAAAAAASE/gjc7NTOhejk/s1600-h/DSC01869.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132305727008545186" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/Rzmc3dkMGaI/AAAAAAAAASE/gjc7NTOhejk/s320/DSC01869.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and of course! the most important man in singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/Rzmea9kMGgI/AAAAAAAAASw/6LG0jb0sZPA/s1600-h/DSC01905.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132307436405529090" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/Rzmea9kMGgI/AAAAAAAAASw/6LG0jb0sZPA/s320/DSC01905.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;arena of stars. i think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/Rzme89kMGlI/AAAAAAAAATY/twrRE51cf_g/s1600-h/DSC01931.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132308020521081426" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/Rzme89kMGlI/AAAAAAAAATY/twrRE51cf_g/s320/DSC01931.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the MTR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/Rzme8tkMGkI/AAAAAAAAATQ/LZyQuwJaDns/s1600-h/DSC01928.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132308016226114114" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/Rzme8tkMGkI/AAAAAAAAATQ/LZyQuwJaDns/s320/DSC01928.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/Rzme8NkMGjI/AAAAAAAAATI/Xdaw8nkInV4/s1600-h/DSC01926.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132308007636179506" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/Rzme8NkMGjI/AAAAAAAAATI/Xdaw8nkInV4/s320/DSC01926.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;your boobs' showing, phy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/Rzme79kMGiI/AAAAAAAAATA/bxLKUU4wFdY/s1600-h/DSC01913.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132308003341212194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/Rzme79kMGiI/AAAAAAAAATA/bxLKUU4wFdY/s320/DSC01913.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132307994751277586" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/Rzme7dkMGhI/AAAAAAAAAS4/eboFUFv_AvI/s320/DSC01908.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and the best of all. DISNEYLAND!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/RzmfydkMGpI/AAAAAAAAAT4/WkNwAjVr8Yc/s1600-h/DSC01943.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/Rzmog9kMHFI/AAAAAAAAAXY/l3aj5QgMo6M/s1600-h/P1010009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132318534601022546" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/Rzmog9kMHFI/AAAAAAAAAXY/l3aj5QgMo6M/s320/P1010009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/RzmfxNkMGmI/AAAAAAAAATg/-wAcORTwJeI/s1600-h/DSC01934.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132308918169246306" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/RzmfxNkMGmI/AAAAAAAAATg/-wAcORTwJeI/s320/DSC01934.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that train was fucking cute!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/RzmogdkMHEI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/LjMx4Bd-UIA/s1600-h/P1010005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132318526011087938" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/RzmogdkMHEI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/LjMx4Bd-UIA/s320/P1010005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/Rzmfx9kMGoI/AAAAAAAAATw/QDmjbfImXXY/s1600-h/DSC01941.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132308931054148226" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/Rzmfx9kMGoI/AAAAAAAAATw/QDmjbfImXXY/s320/DSC01941.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/RzmfxNkMGmI/AAAAAAAAATg/-wAcORTwJeI/s1600-h/DSC01934.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/Rzmfy9kMGqI/AAAAAAAAAUA/rRcCjb2ecCM/s1600-h/DSC01962.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132308948234017442" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/Rzmfy9kMGqI/AAAAAAAAAUA/rRcCjb2ecCM/s320/DSC01962.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/RzmgrdkMGtI/AAAAAAAAAUY/eCRQOgGyotQ/s1600-h/DSC01963.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132309918896626386" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/RzmgrdkMGtI/AAAAAAAAAUY/eCRQOgGyotQ/s320/DSC01963.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/RzmohdkMHGI/AAAAAAAAAXg/EJ4i0Pw-Z5E/s1600-h/P1010034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132318543190957154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/RzmohdkMHGI/AAAAAAAAAXg/EJ4i0Pw-Z5E/s320/P1010034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;let me introduce. thats my bro's best friend. his name is geno. he was imported from genting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/RzmpbtkMHII/AAAAAAAAAXw/Vskuyu1heh4/s1600-h/P1010046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132319543918337154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/RzmpbtkMHII/AAAAAAAAAXw/Vskuyu1heh4/s320/P1010046.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/RzmiB9kMGwI/AAAAAAAAAUw/2iS2i5y40O4/s1600-h/DSC01982.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132311404955310850" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/RzmiB9kMGwI/AAAAAAAAAUw/2iS2i5y40O4/s320/DSC01982.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/RzmgsNkMGvI/AAAAAAAAAUo/ZYyQXmHZtUE/s1600-h/DSC01976.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132309931781528306" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/RzmgsNkMGvI/AAAAAAAAAUo/ZYyQXmHZtUE/s320/DSC01976.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/RzmohtkMHHI/AAAAAAAAAXo/ofWzgk_i9Bw/s1600-h/P1010045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132318547485924466" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/RzmohtkMHHI/AAAAAAAAAXo/ofWzgk_i9Bw/s320/P1010045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/Rzmgr9kMGuI/AAAAAAAAAUg/nalA-Mp2-AE/s1600-h/DSC01968.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132309927486560994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/Rzmgr9kMGuI/AAAAAAAAAUg/nalA-Mp2-AE/s320/DSC01968.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;every girl's dream.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/RzmgqdkMGrI/AAAAAAAAAUI/nLUXf3S_8ZU/s1600-h/DSC01959.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132309901716757170" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/RzmgqdkMGrI/AAAAAAAAAUI/nLUXf3S_8ZU/s320/DSC01959.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this was some fast ride which i got fucking scared. i screamed like one faggot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/Rzmi1tkMG4I/AAAAAAAAAVw/CyQS6XoZ2bY/s1600-h/DSC02010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132312294013541250" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/Rzmi1tkMG4I/AAAAAAAAAVw/CyQS6XoZ2bY/s320/DSC02010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the water parade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/RzmiB9kMGwI/AAAAAAAAAUw/2iS2i5y40O4/s1600-h/DSC01982.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/Rzmi1dkMG3I/AAAAAAAAAVo/2YTmwNINv2A/s1600-h/DSC02009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132312289718573938" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/Rzmi1dkMG3I/AAAAAAAAAVo/2YTmwNINv2A/s320/DSC02009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/RzmiDdkMG0I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/3sTWaG_sWbM/s1600-h/DSC01997.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132311430725114690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/RzmiDdkMG0I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/3sTWaG_sWbM/s320/DSC01997.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/RzmiCdkMGxI/AAAAAAAAAU4/d8bTbqHztqY/s1600-h/DSC01990.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132311413545245458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/RzmiCdkMGxI/AAAAAAAAAU4/d8bTbqHztqY/s320/DSC01990.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/RzmiDNkMGzI/AAAAAAAAAVI/GQUoYvBhxgY/s1600-h/DSC01995.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132311426430147378" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/RzmiDNkMGzI/AAAAAAAAAVI/GQUoYvBhxgY/s320/DSC01995.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/Rzmi1NkMG2I/AAAAAAAAAVg/aLXit9XwjTA/s1600-h/DSC02004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132312285423606626" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/Rzmi1NkMG2I/AAAAAAAAAVg/aLXit9XwjTA/s320/DSC02004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this mickey even wanted to take a picture of him kissing me too! i bet it's a guy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/Rzmi0tkMG1I/AAAAAAAAAVY/ozYh1-_efBs/s1600-h/DSC02000.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132312276833672018" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/Rzmi0tkMG1I/AAAAAAAAAVY/ozYh1-_efBs/s320/DSC02000.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/Rzmi19kMG5I/AAAAAAAAAV4/IW1jVsPupFU/s1600-h/DSC02031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132312298308508562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/Rzmi19kMG5I/AAAAAAAAAV4/IW1jVsPupFU/s320/DSC02031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/Rzmi0tkMG1I/AAAAAAAAAVY/ozYh1-_efBs/s1600-h/DSC02000.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/RzmiCtkMGyI/AAAAAAAAAVA/lqHUQQRYF-E/s1600-h/DSC01992.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132311417840212770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/RzmiCtkMGyI/AAAAAAAAAVA/lqHUQQRYF-E/s320/DSC01992.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/Rzmjw9kMG6I/AAAAAAAAAWA/Mjs8l_lom6g/s1600-h/DSC02036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132313311920790434" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/Rzmjw9kMG6I/AAAAAAAAAWA/Mjs8l_lom6g/s320/DSC02036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;splendid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/RzmjxNkMG7I/AAAAAAAAAWI/B9b1ZdeOOAM/s1600-h/DSC02041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132313316215757746" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/RzmjxNkMG7I/AAAAAAAAAWI/B9b1ZdeOOAM/s320/DSC02041.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/RzmjxtkMG8I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/gnAe4l_PnEI/s1600-h/DSC02043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132313324805692354" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/RzmjxtkMG8I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/gnAe4l_PnEI/s320/DSC02043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that rascal looked as though he was running away from home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/RzmjyNkMG9I/AAAAAAAAAWY/KjM0tVMGBrE/s1600-h/DSC02045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132313333395626962" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/RzmjyNkMG9I/AAAAAAAAAWY/KjM0tVMGBrE/s320/DSC02045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/RzmpcdkMHJI/AAAAAAAAAX4/_JsOzhUclfY/s1600-h/P1010101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132319556803239058" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/RzmpcdkMHJI/AAAAAAAAAX4/_JsOzhUclfY/s320/P1010101.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;seriously, i've no idea what was she trying to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, at the end of the trip, you learned.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/RzmmZNkMG_I/AAAAAAAAAWo/ZmlHN_8U7lY/s1600-h/DSC02053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132316202433780722" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/RzmmZNkMG_I/AAAAAAAAAWo/ZmlHN_8U7lY/s320/DSC02053.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/RzmjydkMG-I/AAAAAAAAAWg/PMsycDAsHzU/s1600-h/DSC02052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132313337690594274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/RzmjydkMG-I/AAAAAAAAAWg/PMsycDAsHzU/s320/DSC02052.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;blue + yellow = green&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and oh. that selling of clothes thing was a failure.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/RzmjyNkMG9I/AAAAAAAAAWY/KjM0tVMGBrE/s1600-h/DSC02045.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/33092584-4211176795327632227?l=weeeena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeeena.blogspot.com/feeds/4211176795327632227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33092584&amp;postID=4211176795327632227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33092584/posts/default/4211176795327632227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33092584/posts/default/4211176795327632227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeeena.blogspot.com/2007/11/and-so-about-that-hong-kong-trip.html' title='hk'/><author><name>edwina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15005808619422513006</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/_VCVTX1fJXxY/RzmZ0NkMGSI/AAAAAAAAARE/azP-PFi-lOQ/s72-c/DSC01844.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33092584.post-8063723097895330868</id><published>2007-10-24T15:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T17:02:55.065+08:00</updated><title type='text'>great!</title><content type='html'>LIFE'S GREAT. i had dinner with elaine (this lady from UOB) on monday. we went P.S cafe at i dont know where. the ambience was perfect. the waiters there were cuteeee. one was definitely hot. we had beef and alot alot of desserts. i never had so much chocolate in my life. the dinner was sumptuous. and the bill came. it was like a hundred and twenty! and she treated me! on top of that, she taught me alot. she was like, sent down by god to guide me through certain times. like probably right now where i have to choose to either continue my studies or the subject to take, also, to work. she got me to think alot. i felt grateful and thankful on the other hand. i guess i'm really lucky. i love my life and i've learned to appreciate a little more right now. oh wells.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33092584-8063723097895330868?l=weeeena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeeena.blogspot.com/feeds/8063723097895330868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33092584&amp;postID=8063723097895330868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33092584/posts/default/8063723097895330868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33092584/posts/default/8063723097895330868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeeena.blogspot.com/2007/10/great.html' title='great!'/><author><name>edwina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15005808619422513006</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-33092584.post-4752052902404754746</id><published>2007-10-18T13:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T14:17:49.492+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happily ever after.</title><content type='html'>they say you taste the coffee and then the honey. well, i say it's true. i thought work was dreadful. however, things got better. i realised evil people there were only the minority. the nice ones were the MAJORITY. whenever i did something wrong, my supervisor just laughed it off. and the best of all, upon knowing my birthday was yesterday, she got me a necklance. she actually wanted to treat me lunch. so, work is not that bad afterall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, surprisingly, i didnt had any photo taken. i received many presents which were gorgeous. i had dress, perfumes, make up, diamond ear stud and the best of all, angbao! i believe more present will be coming on the way. well, my life seems fine now and thats good news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i thought i was at least a little important.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33092584-4752052902404754746?l=weeeena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33092584.post-917023410869100104</id><published>2007-10-03T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T23:58:43.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>uh. whatever.</title><content type='html'>i'm back! to bitch of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first of all, this is my 100th post! unfortunately, it's going to be a nasty one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guys! i've found someone worse than david ang. maybe he's not that fucked-up afterall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this cool dude, probably around his forties, came barging and interrupted me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dude," did you kicked the switch?" he pointed. which was right under my desk.&lt;br /&gt;gorgeous," no i did not."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dude went back to check on something.&lt;br /&gt;he then came back. looking a little mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a-little-pissed dude," did you kicked the switch."&lt;br /&gt;a-little-pissed gorgeous," no i did not."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he then checked the switch and realised it was switched off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;semi-pissed dude," you did kick the switch right."&lt;br /&gt;semi-pissed gorgeous," i said i did not."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he then went back to his desk and told another dude, around his age, perhaps they learn tai chi together," that girl kicked the switch."&lt;br /&gt;fucking-pissed-annoyed gorgeous, raised her voice," i told you it wasnt me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my supervisor overheard the conversation and asked me about it. i told her.&lt;br /&gt;she said dont worry. it's alright.&lt;br /&gt;my supervisor has been really nice to me. perhaps she reads my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first of all, dude, your switch and mine are located beside each other. therefore, if i kicked yours, i'll probably kicked mine too. but my switch seems perfectly fine. so, what about it. secondly, why on earth would i kick your switch. do i dislike you? yes. eversince you start maligning a honourable girl. i dont even know your existence till today. thirdly, your switch has been like this for like 2nd time already? thus, shouldnt you use that brain of yours and think? like is there something wrong with the switch? perhaps it had gone loose? fourthly, please show some respect to others. i mean even temp staff. please dont look at us as though we are insignificant. we play a big part in this company too. who does all those shit work that none of you people want to do. w/o us, you people probably be skinner. lastly, i swear it wasnt me. from day 1, i had never put my feet near the switch lest i get electrocuted. fair enough?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes. if he confront me again, i am going to lecture him a little with that tiny speech of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had just realised why do i always blog about unhappy stuff. the answer. unjust. i hate to feel wrongful. like it wasnt even my fault and people are blaming me. so, blogging makes me a whole again. after i tell the world, i always feel better. it's none compared to writing a diary. no one knows except me and dear diary. and probably my mum. she used to peep at my diary. so, pardon me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33092584-917023410869100104?l=weeeena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeeena.blogspot.com/feeds/917023410869100104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33092584&amp;postID=917023410869100104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33092584/posts/default/917023410869100104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33092584/posts/default/917023410869100104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeeena.blogspot.com/2007/10/uh-whatever.html' title='uh. whatever.'/><author><name>edwina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15005808619422513006</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-33092584.post-3408362694953448395</id><published>2007-09-25T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T22:10:56.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>argh.</title><content type='html'>yes yes yes. whenever edwina blogs, nothing good comes out. so what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was supposed to give out the doc files to every relationship manager. and so my supervisor brought me around as i will be doing that quite often. of course, not everyone was present at that moment. therefore, i got to give the rest awhile later. and later came. my supervisor did warn me about this particular guy. she said he is quite mean. however, he's kind to 'little' girls like me. moreover a gorgeous one :D whatever. and so that moment arrived. i innocently handed him the doc. file and all he said was," becareful." meaning not to mess his files on his table. IT MADE ME REALLY &lt;strike&gt;IRRITATED&lt;/strike&gt;. &lt;strike&gt;MAD&lt;/strike&gt;. &lt;strike&gt;PISSED&lt;/strike&gt;. FUCKED-UP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAVID ANG. you ought to learn your manners from a 19 years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are in no position to talk to me like that. or show your lousy attitude. i'm actually your boss daughter if you do not know. i do record how each and everyone of you treat me. and calculate your popularity. Conclusion. you SUCK. and i can forsee that you have serious metal problem. you cant live long. probably 10 more secs? serious. i'm actually wearing a lab robe or whatever you call that and glasses using a pen calculating on a piece of paper. and the result is 100% genuine. i dont lie. i got to excuse for a moment. i'm wiping David ang's blood off the screen so that i can see better. and i got to try to flush his body down the toilet bowl so that no one will suspect. the parang too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jon wants me to blog about him. hey dude. enjoy your life in army.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33092584-3408362694953448395?l=weeeena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeeena.blogspot.com/feeds/3408362694953448395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33092584&amp;postID=3408362694953448395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33092584/posts/default/3408362694953448395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33092584/posts/default/3408362694953448395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeeena.blogspot.com/2007/09/argh.html' title='argh.'/><author><name>edwina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15005808619422513006</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-33092584.post-1961836908575552293</id><published>2007-09-17T21:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T21:36:09.804+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shouldnt have.</title><content type='html'>well, after a week of work, i can say i'm getting used to it. thinking about it, the things i did aint tough. afterall, this is life. the people are getting nicer. and i got to know more nice people. well, a month and a week will be soon over. also, i cant blog when there's 2 eyes starring at what i'm blogging. buzz off jon. i still love you though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33092584-1961836908575552293?l=weeeena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeeena.blogspot.com/feeds/1961836908575552293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33092584&amp;postID=1961836908575552293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33092584/posts/default/1961836908575552293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33092584/posts/default/1961836908575552293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeeena.blogspot.com/2007/09/shouldnt-have.html' title='shouldnt have.'/><author><name>edwina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15005808619422513006</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-33092584.post-8076560727985655628</id><published>2007-09-11T20:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T21:27:14.369+08:00</updated><title type='text'>motherfuckers.</title><content type='html'>i'm currently work at UOB office located at OUB centre. yes. are you wondering that they are actually 2 different company? that explains my first day of work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;first day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;was a little late. and headed to UOB plaza. took a lift and found out the lift served up to level 39 only. GREAT. so, i went back down and took the right lift. went to level 45 and could not find the supposed office. so i called. and found out it should be OUB centre. THANKS. then, i hurried to OUB. the people there were very nice. the temp staffs even invited me for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;second day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;was a little late as usual. took a lift. and found out there isnt any level 45 button. WHAT A WONDERFUL WORLD. my day seems alright after that. until my my supervisor kept asking me to photocopy stuff for her. i felt like a dog. but that was within my job scope. so, shut up edwina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;third day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wasnt late. maybe a little. i didnt take the wrong lift. everything seems fine! and and AND, sab lent me her MP3. time past so much faster. UNTIL. my supervisor asked me photocopy this huge stack of papers. it was as much as my intelligence. IMAGINE THAT. and i got paper cuts all over my hands. darn. that was then i became fucking irritated. i'm like her slave. asshole. just then, things got better. i got used to it and she became nicer. TILL. she spoke to me with this nice gentle tone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"edwina, can you get us some coffee downstairs? i'll give you the money. you can buy any drinks you want too."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so am i in the position to bitch now? fuck you. that's definitely not within my jobscope. i felt obliged. like i can say no. fortunately, this nice lady interrupted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i don't think she is familar with the place. "&lt;br /&gt;bitch, " it's okay la. just tell her the direction." HOLY COW.&lt;br /&gt;nice lady, " better not. i dont think she knows the direction." thank goodness.&lt;br /&gt;bitch,"edwina, you dont know the place here? then where do you usually eat?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIRST, why do you keep insisting on me buying your stupid coffee despite being told that i wasnt familar with the place? aren't you afraid that i might spit my holy water in it? but why should i. it would taste so much better.&lt;br /&gt;SECOND, you dont 'usually' me when i've only been working for 3 days. THREE days. it counts ONE, TWO, THREE. three days arent enough to ask where do i USUALLY eat. i usually eat at home. thanks.&lt;br /&gt;THIRD, DO NOT INTERROGATE ME LIKE I'M LYING THAT I AINT FAMILAR WITH THIS FUCKING PLACE. imbecile.&lt;br /&gt;FOURTH, you're not pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so, they asked to deliver. and surprisingly, that bitch treated me oreo chocolate ice blended. probably she's guilty. she better be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and on the way home in the train, as usual, those aunties LOVED to push their way through. and introducing the aunty of the aunties! the train was slowing down and i was holding on to the bar. she wanted to alight. i, who totally has no sense of balance, tried to apply what i've learnt in science and find my center of gravity, let go of my grip and allowed her to cross. she was not very big size or anything. yet, she had to push her way and made me fall. thank you very much. i was pole-less afterwhich. practically some aunties loved to lean on the poles like they own them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN, in the bus. there was this group of dolts around my age. take note of the CAPS. they laughed their way throughout the journey. laughing is alright. however, laughing loud and hideously arent. they have to laugh like a hyeena. not as though i have heard a hyeena laughed. but dont everyone used that to describe horendous laughter? especially the girl. she laughed the loudest and the pitch was fucking high. i was blasting my mp3 and yet, i could still hear it. they laughed about buffalos, baboons. how funny. those motherfuckers were real irritating. if i was really in a foul mood. i'll definitely show them my holy middle fingers. just shut up and go have group sex. bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i have not even blog about my hk trip.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33092584-8076560727985655628?l=weeeena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeeena.blogspot.com/feeds/8076560727985655628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33092584&amp;postID=8076560727985655628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33092584/posts/default/8076560727985655628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33092584/posts/default/8076560727985655628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeeena.blogspot.com/2007/09/motherfuckers.html' title='motherfuckers.'/><author><name>edwina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15005808619422513006</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-33092584.post-3836199518745852084</id><published>2007-08-31T11:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T12:09:57.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Great.</title><content type='html'>i have just realised that this dumb blog of mine is a year old already. happy birthday to you. er. whatever. anyway, i'm off to hongkong in like 16 hours. i'm soooo excited! i'm going to whine to aunty sherry and beg her for more money till she surrender. i mean putting up the mum flag and say, "i surrender", literally. yes. that's the plan.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;and i am going to take geelion number of pictures with my favourite pangsai cousin. pray hard that i will not get robbed/kinapped/raped or whatsoever. and of course, not getting lost. you know i can be really sotong &lt;strike&gt;at times&lt;/strike&gt;. &lt;strike&gt;often times&lt;/strike&gt;. many times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, sunnybunnyhunnysunny everyday. i do not want to carry my bimbotic pink umbrella around which i find totally useless as it turns like the letter Y whenever strong wind blows. and leave me standing in the middle of the road looking awesomely retarded. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope that when i visit disneyland, i am able to see all the disney characters. a secret tunnel to the princess world perhaps? then i can kidnap all the evil witches, suck their power and turn myself into pink power ranger to fight all evil forces. although i hate pink, that has always been my childhood dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i will bring out the aunty in me when i visit ladies' market. i will use all the bargaining skills learnt from my beloved pohsuan these years. so, bon vovage to myself. and oh. did i mention today is also the last day of my attachment? see. how wonderful life can be. tata!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33092584-3836199518745852084?l=weeeena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeeena.blogspot.com/feeds/3836199518745852084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33092584&amp;postID=3836199518745852084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33092584/posts/default/3836199518745852084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33092584/posts/default/3836199518745852084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeeena.blogspot.com/2007/08/great.html' title='Great.'/><author><name>edwina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15005808619422513006</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-33092584.post-2905169400710247372</id><published>2007-08-27T10:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T10:57:42.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'>irritated.</title><content type='html'>everyone has been asking me to buy them stuff from hongkong since i'm visiting the country on sat. and i have decided not to buy anything for anybody. i only have a mere $200 which i think it's only possible to shop at ladies' market. i dont even think there is enough money for myself. so, sorry guys. well, i hoped that i'm able to enjoy shopping with $200.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and every particular time of the day, there will be this annoying sound. it goes " tat tat tat tat tat tat tat tat tat tat tat..." and you will know that our lovely sabrina is blogging.  like now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33092584-2905169400710247372?l=weeeena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeeena.blogspot.com/feeds/2905169400710247372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33092584&amp;postID=2905169400710247372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33092584/posts/default/2905169400710247372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33092584/posts/default/2905169400710247372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeeena.blogspot.com/2007/08/irritated.html' title='irritated.'/><author><name>edwina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15005808619422513006</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-33092584.post-5056809193310518006</id><published>2007-08-22T13:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T15:05:41.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>useless pets.</title><content type='html'>Pets are animals kept for amusement or companionship. However, there are also a few of them which i personally think are useless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;1) fish&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They just swim stupidly in the tank. and look at you with those bulging eyes. It tickles me whenever people say they are able to play with fishes. serious. they go, " use your fingers lor. like slide here and there across the tank." for all i know, fishes swim away whenever i go near them. let alone 'play with them'. i hate fishes. especially luo han. for people who dont know what they are, it's that tumour-head fish. some folks say there are numbers on their body. i say, why not look at the clouds. there might be more possibilities in finding numbers. or maybe your toilet bowl after shit. they are just a waste of time. and they smell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;2) bird&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they just chirp their way through. especially crows. i think they contribute to noise pollution. afterall, singing goes la la la. not yak yak yak. also, they are plain dumb. they, actually fly right into a moving fan and KABOOM. they got their body sliced into half. and angela witnessed that. They shit all over town. and it fears me whenever i walk across somerset MRT station. their shit seems to have a white layer of who-knows-what and an inner layer of brown you-know-what. i seem to know well about it? oh. because i got one on my head few years back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;3) reptile&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for people who have a fetish of keeping a reptile as a pet, you ought to buy life insurances. for who may know, they might evolve into dinosaur overnight and bite your head off the next day.the way they glare. it gives me creeps. those scaley body. oh. do they even make noises? they should just be kept in the zoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all the above is just personal thoughts. there is no need to make a stand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33092584-5056809193310518006?l=weeeena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeeena.blogspot.com/feeds/5056809193310518006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33092584&amp;postID=5056809193310518006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33092584/posts/default/5056809193310518006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33092584/posts/default/5056809193310518006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeeena.blogspot.com/2007/08/useless-pets.html' title='useless pets.'/><author><name>edwina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15005808619422513006</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-33092584.post-6374840672667754065</id><published>2007-08-20T11:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T14:28:55.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>help!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;zits alert.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HELP!&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/33092584-6374840672667754065?l=weeeena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeeena.blogspot.com/feeds/6374840672667754065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33092584&amp;postID=6374840672667754065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33092584/posts/default/6374840672667754065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33092584/posts/default/6374840672667754065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeeena.blogspot.com/2007/08/help.html' title='help!'/><author><name>edwina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15005808619422513006</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-33092584.post-4157525197396415516</id><published>2007-08-17T14:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T15:00:28.647+08:00</updated><title type='text'>whatever.</title><content type='html'>many tell me, i should care less about what others have to say. perhaps i should. well, have not been doing alot lately. my life's practically just school, home and myself. and i have just realised i have not been shopping for decades. like eversince this semester started. i ought to shop soon. out of clothes you see. to pamper myself a little, i promise that i will shop like one hell crazy bitch when i leave for hk 2 weeks later. i'm sooooo excited. hope aunty sherry (which is my mother), will shove me some cash. or probably you-know-who. haha. yeah. they probably will. like in the next century.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm eating skittles. the smoothie mix kind. it tastes weird. they have flavours like strawberry banana. like who the hell will think of this strange combination. and it's pink in colour. for i thought pink and yellow gives orange? well, whatever. kind of regret buying it. this is why i hate to try new stuff. i mean no kind soul will offer to eat those for me. and it's a pity to trash it. oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes. one last thing. limtc is a frigging irritating asshole. i hate men with mood swings and all. if you irritated them further, they look as though they will give you a punch that will send you to mars. and those glare. bloody sickening. he and his comments are tactless. and he do not think before he speaks. but whatever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33092584-4157525197396415516?l=weeeena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeeena.blogspot.com/feeds/4157525197396415516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33092584&amp;postID=4157525197396415516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33092584/posts/default/4157525197396415516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33092584/posts/default/4157525197396415516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeeena.blogspot.com/2007/08/whatever.html' title='whatever.'/><author><name>edwina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15005808619422513006</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-33092584.post-6384262733414786184</id><published>2007-07-30T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T11:41:07.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what is blog for.</title><content type='html'>this blog has been giving me so much trouble lately. i mean people are obviously unhappy about what's here. and hence, creating drama. tell me people. what is a blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have you think that at times, you feel like blogging what you hate about people but you cant? because your friends are doing the exact things you hate. or, sometimes, you feel like blogging how you feel but you cant? because some people thinks that bitching in a blog is oh-so wrong and thinking,"what the hell is wrong with this bitch. getting so emotional.". also, oftentimes, you blog about what's happening in your life. like where you go or what you do but you cant? because some think a blog shouldnt be this way. that's what i meant. it's fucking hard to please everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps i should delete this blog. i mean whats the point of having it when i cant blog anything i want to. i might just create a secret blog of my own. or maybe i'll write a diary. and about my life? i'll tell you when i want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to think that i even wanted to have a grand 100th posts celebration.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33092584-6384262733414786184?l=weeeena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeeena.blogspot.com/feeds/6384262733414786184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33092584&amp;postID=6384262733414786184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33092584/posts/default/6384262733414786184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33092584/posts/default/6384262733414786184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeeena.blogspot.com/2007/07/what-is-blog-for.html' title='what is blog for.'/><author><name>edwina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15005808619422513006</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-33092584.post-759201290041787329</id><published>2007-07-30T10:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T11:53:51.974+08:00</updated><title type='text'>whatever.</title><content type='html'>seriously, i dont know why you hate me so much. for all i know, i didnt even do anything wrong. and i think i did not. you just hate me because of him. which supposedly not even my business. but then here you are, dragging me into the picture and hates me like whatever. and you claimed about me being very sticky to girls. and you dislike it. like hello! there's absolutely nothing wrong about that. i can jolly well, french kiss a girl right now and there's no big deal about it. you probably think otherwise. well, it's just me i guess. if it wasnt me, none of those would happen. i wish you can just wake up and realise how stupid you are. a big knock on your head would help. a slap might be better. i dont even think i hate you now. and there might be this little part of me, telling me how much i missed you and those times we crapped with each other, saying how alike we are. but then you never rest. for all i know, you never stop hating me. and that, leads you in breaking her heart. hatred dont get you any better. cant you see. i think you're real childish. like what everyone says. guys mature slower than girls. which i hoped is scientifically proven. and for which, i totally agree. i have not much of an opinion of you eversince. oftentimes, we onlookers often think we know what's going on and give our two cents' worth. so, i wont give any of my views. well, i said my piece.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33092584-759201290041787329?l=weeeena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeeena.blogspot.com/feeds/759201290041787329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33092584&amp;postID=759201290041787329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33092584/posts/default/759201290041787329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33092584/posts/default/759201290041787329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeeena.blogspot.com/2007/07/whatever.html' title='whatever.'/><author><name>edwina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15005808619422513006</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-33092584.post-2837928266880663436</id><published>2007-07-27T14:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T14:36:07.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sorry.</title><content type='html'>we feel bad. like you practically do the entire project. we want to help. but we really dont know what to or how to. shall blame myself for not studying. seeing you being so stress, hair's in a mess and doing the project with no request, made us feel so guilty. you're always sick. down with flu and all the illness you can think of. so fragile. like you can breakdown anytime. yet we cant do anything. helpless. now's really the time for fairy godmother. to grant us the wisdom to help our poor groupmate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we wish you good health.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33092584-2837928266880663436?l=weeeena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeeena.blogspot.com/feeds/2837928266880663436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33092584&amp;postID=2837928266880663436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33092584/posts/default/2837928266880663436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33092584/posts/default/2837928266880663436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeeena.blogspot.com/2007/07/sorry_27.html' title='sorry.'/><author><name>edwina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15005808619422513006</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-33092584.post-478707445357393550</id><published>2007-07-26T10:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T11:30:54.978+08:00</updated><title type='text'>doughnuts!</title><content type='html'>I'M SO EXCITED. i'm going to have doughnutS lunch tomorrow! yes. i mean doughnutS. with the capital S. that is going to cost me more gymming and swimming. but who cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OREO DOUGHNUTS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think munchy donuts's doughnuts are better than donut factory's doughnuts. they're smaller in size, cuter in flavours and tastier in all ways! i think i'm going insane. but most importantly, jon is finally booking out. after 2 weeks :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh. whyn has this unique talent. which is, he can use his fats around his stomach to unbutton his pants' first button. cool eh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33092584-478707445357393550?l=weeeena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeeena.blogspot.com/feeds/478707445357393550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33092584&amp;postID=478707445357393550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33092584/posts/default/478707445357393550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33092584/posts/default/478707445357393550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeeena.blogspot.com/2007/07/doughnuts.html' title='doughnuts!'/><author><name>edwina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15005808619422513006</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-33092584.post-1260483762908860122</id><published>2007-07-26T00:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T10:46:58.437+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fuck.</title><content type='html'>it's hard to please everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;fucking hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33092584-1260483762908860122?l=weeeena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeeena.blogspot.com/feeds/1260483762908860122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33092584&amp;postID=1260483762908860122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33092584-3000129053205076231?l=weeeena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeeena.blogspot.com/feeds/3000129053205076231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33092584&amp;postID=3000129053205076231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33092584/posts/default/3000129053205076231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33092584/posts/default/3000129053205076231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeeena.blogspot.com/2007/07/issues.html' title='issues.'/><author><name>edwina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15005808619422513006</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-33092584.post-4574825080565473010</id><published>2007-07-23T10:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T10:31:37.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dimsumdollies.</title><content type='html'>as you guys might know, i went to watch dim sum dollies at the esplanande theatre. the play was awesome. it's so every singaporean kind of show. i heard there are re-runs during feb. watch it if you have not seen it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090212820999766802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/RqQRl3LUgxI/AAAAAAAAAOs/__4RzKn2vgg/s320/DSC01484.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;i looked so wide.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090212477402383106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/RqQRR3LUgwI/AAAAAAAAAOk/rV6KzJ5cZBE/s320/DSC01481.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090212825294734114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/RqQRmHLUgyI/AAAAAAAAAO0/uNo-hylecOY/s320/DSC01485.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090213568324076354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/RqQSRXLUg0I/AAAAAAAAAPE/T4PPYobSB_c/s320/DSC01488.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;pam. if you're reading this, your wire gauze on your head or whatever you call it, poked my face :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33092584-4574825080565473010?l=weeeena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeeena.blogspot.com/feeds/4574825080565473010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33092584&amp;postID=4574825080565473010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33092584/posts/default/4574825080565473010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33092584/posts/default/4574825080565473010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeeena.blogspot.com/2007/07/dimsumdollies.html' title='dimsumdollies.'/><author><name>edwina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15005808619422513006</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/_VCVTX1fJXxY/RqQRl3LUgxI/AAAAAAAAAOs/__4RzKn2vgg/s72-c/DSC01484.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33092584.post-2028093978371710926</id><published>2007-07-17T17:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T14:18:52.617+08:00</updated><title type='text'>contradicting.</title><content type='html'>READ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do curse at times...but I will definitely not swear. i cant stand girls who utter vulgarities. (something along those lines)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quoted from someone's blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;contradicting? indeed so. yackety-yak. apparently, you're saying you DO swear at times and you will NOT speak crude words too. annotate. it seems even more confounding than shakespears. at least my teachers could annotate the works of shakespears to me. but that? i can only seek for your explanations. for which i'll probably not. well, let me interpret it myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as what i understand or what it seems to mean, is that. girls who utter a single foul word are intolerant. why not try having someone swear at you 24/7 when you did nothing, discovering your best friend on bed with your boyfriend, people maligning you and start cursing you and your family, etc. TELL ME if you'll still go, "i just cannot stand girls who speak vulgarities. they're so crude."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hence, you mean girls cant swear. but guys can? i dont believe sex discrimination still exist. so, you mean girls ought to be demure. talk pretty with those cutesy high pitch voice. yucks. i believe we're equal. we can do whatever guys can do. maybe not on bed. but many other stuffs. i'm not saying we can live without man. cause i cant. yes. we do rely on them. but they do need us too isnt it. we're equally important. so, guys swear? we girls can too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and also, what are blogs for. it supposed to allow one to rant. and i criticize over here so as i wouldnt bitch out those foul words. as what you said, bad impression. so tell me. which is better. you may say i can always rant in my own diary. however, cursing here, allows my feeling to known. and i dont have to explain to them. people might think i get emotional for nothing. get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before you start saying dont judge a book by it's cover, give it some thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm telling you, i do not dislike you. before you start having another entry called girls just want to get back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;upon reading this, note that there isnt any vulgarites.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33092584-2028093978371710926?l=weeeena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeeena.blogspot.com/feeds/2028093978371710926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33092584&amp;postID=2028093978371710926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33092584/posts/default/2028093978371710926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33092584/posts/default/2028093978371710926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeeena.blogspot.com/2007/07/contridicting.html' title='contradicting.'/><author><name>edwina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15005808619422513006</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-33092584.post-3997178492040501226</id><published>2007-07-16T16:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T16:52:05.599+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cute little thing.</title><content type='html'>children can be the cutest thing on earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me placed a pot of plants under the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baby: jie jie. why must you put the plants under the hot sun.&lt;br /&gt;me: oh. plants need sunlight to grow tall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next moment, baby went to stand under the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aunty sherry: what are you doing darling?&lt;br /&gt;baby: i'm standing under the hot sun.&lt;br /&gt;aunty sherry: why?&lt;br /&gt;baby: because i want to grow taller.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cute little inquisitive fellow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33092584-3997178492040501226?l=weeeena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeeena.blogspot.com/feeds/3997178492040501226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33092584&amp;postID=3997178492040501226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33092584/posts/default/3997178492040501226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33092584/posts/default/3997178492040501226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeeena.blogspot.com/2007/07/cute-little-thing.html' title='cute little thing.'/><author><name>edwina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15005808619422513006</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-33092584.post-1306780495419998276</id><published>2007-07-12T10:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T10:39:44.642+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAHA.</title><content type='html'>HAHAHAHAHA. my baby bro. damn cute. i kinda duped him into clipping his hair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;from this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086131945574406354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/RpWSDpi6mNI/AAAAAAAAANk/ZpWUR1PmwU8/s320/Picture.jpg" border="0" /&gt; to this.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/RpWSJZi6mOI/AAAAAAAAANs/FbOX5ZLXZUk/s1600-h/10072007020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086132044358654178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/RpWSJZi6mOI/AAAAAAAAANs/FbOX5ZLXZUk/s320/10072007020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and this! they all clipped their hair if you didnt realised.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/RpWSC5i6mLI/AAAAAAAAANU/_v0fNYYiG70/s1600-h/10072007021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086131932689504434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/RpWSC5i6mLI/AAAAAAAAANU/_v0fNYYiG70/s320/10072007021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; happy family la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/RpWSDJi6mMI/AAAAAAAAANc/lF1_tWSUbCU/s1600-h/DSC01843.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086131936984471746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/RpWSDJi6mMI/AAAAAAAAANc/lF1_tWSUbCU/s320/DSC01843.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're desperate for kiss. and shuili said i looked as though i had a moustache. like a man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;what ah li!!! cannot is it. dont friend you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33092584-1306780495419998276?l=weeeena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeeena.blogspot.com/feeds/1306780495419998276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33092584&amp;postID=1306780495419998276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33092584/posts/default/1306780495419998276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33092584/posts/default/1306780495419998276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeeena.blogspot.com/2007/07/haha.html' title='HAHA.'/><author><name>edwina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15005808619422513006</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/_VCVTX1fJXxY/RpWSDpi6mNI/AAAAAAAAANk/ZpWUR1PmwU8/s72-c/Picture.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33092584.post-32931526364980295</id><published>2007-07-11T10:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T10:04:20.844+08:00</updated><title type='text'>uh-oh</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I'M PREGNANT.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yah right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33092584-32931526364980295?l=weeeena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeeena.blogspot.com/feeds/32931526364980295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33092584&amp;postID=32931526364980295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33092584/posts/default/32931526364980295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33092584/posts/default/32931526364980295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeeena.blogspot.com/2007/07/uh-oh.html' title='uh-oh'/><author><name>edwina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15005808619422513006</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-33092584.post-3323117535597720080</id><published>2007-07-09T09:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T09:53:46.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'>more than that.</title><content type='html'>you deserve someone better than me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33092584-3323117535597720080?l=weeeena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeeena.blogspot.com/feeds/3323117535597720080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33092584&amp;postID=3323117535597720080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33092584/posts/default/3323117535597720080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33092584/posts/default/3323117535597720080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeeena.blogspot.com/2007/07/more-than-that.html' title='more than that.'/><author><name>edwina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15005808619422513006</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-33092584.post-1613693482632386074</id><published>2007-07-05T09:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T10:08:27.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>love it.</title><content type='html'>i totally love compliements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"not bad!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i feel like eating ps's share"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"it's niceeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"sweet meh. i think nice lor."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"eh. i dont wanna give anyone. all for myself."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"not bad for the first time. practise more."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"wa. edwina knows how to b*** huh."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thank you zhenxiu a.k.a shuili's gf for the chocolate/jellybeans!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33092584-1613693482632386074?l=weeeena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeeena.blogspot.com/feeds/1613693482632386074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33092584&amp;postID=1613693482632386074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33092584/posts/default/1613693482632386074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33092584/posts/default/1613693482632386074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeeena.blogspot.com/2007/07/love-it.html' title='love it.'/><author><name>edwina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15005808619422513006</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-33092584.post-1290962328811287520</id><published>2007-07-03T14:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T16:16:09.868+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sorry.</title><content type='html'>i feel bad. real bad. i actually thought of forsaking this friendship because of him. that was really a silly intention. to think that i was once crazily in love with you. i drop that idea when i realised how much you love me and how much you would had done for me. i sat and reminisced the times that we once shared. i'm really missed the moments. they're filled with joy and laughters. although we do have tough times like many best friends, we got over it fast. real fast. you're really special to me and i hope you do know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come back. please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33092584-1290962328811287520?l=weeeena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeeena.blogspot.com/feeds/1290962328811287520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33092584&amp;postID=1290962328811287520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33092584/posts/default/1290962328811287520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33092584/posts/default/1290962328811287520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeeena.blogspot.com/2007/07/sorry.html' title='sorry.'/><author><name>edwina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15005808619422513006</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-33092584.post-1010318671489493608</id><published>2007-06-29T16:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T16:30:42.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>missed.</title><content type='html'>I MISS TED ALFRED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm even more determined that (shuili.equals(rubbish)).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33092584-1010318671489493608?l=weeeena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeeena.blogspot.com/feeds/1010318671489493608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33092584&amp;postID=1010318671489493608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33092584/posts/default/1010318671489493608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33092584/posts/default/1010318671489493608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeeena.blogspot.com/2007/06/missed.html' title='missed.'/><author><name>edwina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15005808619422513006</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-33092584.post-7987397708699122377</id><published>2007-06-25T15:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T20:18:33.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>changed.</title><content type='html'>YOU HAVE CHANGED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're no longer the one i thought i knew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you no longer .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- scratch my bites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- accompany me to shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- refill water bottle for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- do project for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- smell my baobei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- smell my oh-so-lovely-scent-that-makes-everyone-goes-gaga feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- LOVE ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid lau yian hian. you you you bad girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's how she looks like.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080277196025699058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/RoDFMX2hGvI/AAAAAAAAAMk/FQYDUxowI1Y/s320/monster..GIF" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;sorry if she scares you. but i've tried my best to draw her beautifully. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ps : she looks scarier.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33092584-7987397708699122377?l=weeeena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeeena.blogspot.com/feeds/7987397708699122377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33092584&amp;postID=7987397708699122377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33092584/posts/default/7987397708699122377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33092584/posts/default/7987397708699122377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeeena.blogspot.com/2007/06/changed.html' title='changed.'/><author><name>edwina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15005808619422513006</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/_VCVTX1fJXxY/RoDFMX2hGvI/AAAAAAAAAMk/FQYDUxowI1Y/s72-c/monster..GIF' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33092584.post-9061706544413949400</id><published>2007-06-22T10:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T12:15:54.317+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dear god.</title><content type='html'>dear god. i must have sinned too much. i'm hating as many as 2 person in just a day's time. jon said i'll have my retribution for cursing and swearing at people. but i dont give a damn. everyone do hates. i'm not a saint. i think god understands. we, human, do need to rant sometimes. or should i say everytime. letting things out is the way to cool one down. so forgive me. well, after ranting i felt much better. and i tend to forget about it. which means, i should curse more in future. ok. i was kidding. rephrase. although i felt better ranting with cursed words, i felt bad after that too. so, i shall repent. or rather, i WILL repent if the person's worth repenting for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god, i, edwina wang, hereby promised you i'll try my best and not to curse and swear in future. however if the person REALLY is getting on my i-cant-stand-it-anymore-and-i'm-gonna-erupt-anytime-soon nerves, i'm really sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last but not least, for the very last time, if my nerves arent triggered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHEEBYE KIA. (with a slang)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing is forever. says:&lt;br /&gt;you do know that everyone else do love you. like me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dayah babyyyyyy. I LOVE YOU!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33092584-9061706544413949400?l=weeeena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeeena.blogspot.com/feeds/9061706544413949400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33092584&amp;postID=9061706544413949400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33092584/posts/default/9061706544413949400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33092584/posts/default/9061706544413949400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeeena.blogspot.com/2007/06/daer-god.html' title='dear god.'/><author><name>edwina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15005808619422513006</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-33092584.post-7115189174310412289</id><published>2007-06-22T09:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T16:03:38.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>eversince.</title><content type='html'>my heart really goes out to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you seem to lose your bestie maybe your friends as well eversince.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you seem to be in control eversince.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you seem to miss out all the stuff happened in your friends' life eversince.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you seem troubled eversince.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you seem tactful in everthing you do eversince.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you seem like a caged bird eversince.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you seem degrading eversince.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, is it worth it? ASK YOURSELF.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33092584-7115189174310412289?l=weeeena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeeena.blogspot.com/feeds/7115189174310412289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33092584&amp;postID=7115189174310412289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33092584/posts/default/7115189174310412289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33092584/posts/default/7115189174310412289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeeena.blogspot.com/2007/06/eversince.html' title='eversince.'/><author><name>edwina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15005808619422513006</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-33092584.post-1991849047400935773</id><published>2007-06-21T16:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T17:11:08.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fucking piece of shit.</title><content type='html'>seriously, get a life. we didnt even bother you. so what makes you THINK you got the right to piss our ass off. you fugly lard. you're a fucking retarded guy seriously. i'm gonna add new law. kill a lard and get scott free. additional 10 bucks in reward. (cause you probably dont worth much) your hideous voice filled the entire lab. causing my ear serious discomfort. and huge amount of ear shit had been found when i dug them recently. your BO stinks the lab. thank you for giving us the opportunity of having lard scent. but i need not. i smell 94795749738947128463278 times better even w/o bath for 83743892740893740189374893 centuries. your inquisitiveness had caused my heart to build up anger. and it may lead to heart failure. please be benevolent to mankind. i wished i could just dig out those filthy eyes. like literally. and also, your presence has caused severe sore in my eyes. i think many innocents' too. please go away. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;the famous lard- drawn my whyn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078438610720594530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/Rno9An2hGmI/AAAAAAAAALc/ALZjXIjS2J0/s320/PIG2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;and yes. the lard is none other than jian long.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078439053102226034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/Rno9aX2hGnI/AAAAAAAAALk/_IZYacXKrgU/s320/PIG!.JPG" border="0" /&gt;dear readers, if your name happened to be jian long, rest assured. it's not you. however, if you happended to be fat fugly and fisgusting, it is YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hereby beg you. we mankind is on the verge of extinction. it's either you vanish or us. so VANISH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33092584-1991849047400935773?l=weeeena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeeena.blogspot.com/feeds/1991849047400935773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33092584&amp;postID=1991849047400935773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33092584/posts/default/1991849047400935773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33092584/posts/default/1991849047400935773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeeena.blogspot.com/2007/06/fucking-piece-of-shit.html' title='fucking piece of shit.'/><author><name>edwina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15005808619422513006</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/_VCVTX1fJXxY/Rno9An2hGmI/AAAAAAAAALc/ALZjXIjS2J0/s72-c/PIG2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33092584.post-6085527049964087721</id><published>2007-06-18T14:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T16:12:43.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dont like you.</title><content type='html'>i dont like you S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the tall and skinney one (male) - i ALWAYS mistook you for a teacher as you dress like one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the tall and skinney one (female) - some secondary school feud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the fugly fat one - your kpo-ness, or should i say, inquisitiveness, is getting on my nerves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the white one - i dont care a fig about how you think of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the group of arrogant looking girls - stop checking me out. i know i'm hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-edit-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the obviously picking on me one - argh. i hate you. at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*they are all in random position.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess there are only a few of them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33092584-6085527049964087721?l=weeeena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeeena.blogspot.com/feeds/6085527049964087721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33092584&amp;postID=6085527049964087721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33092584/posts/default/6085527049964087721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33092584/posts/default/6085527049964087721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeeena.blogspot.com/2007/06/dont-like-you.html' title='dont like you.'/><author><name>edwina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15005808619422513006</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-33092584.post-4174768706188436597</id><published>2007-06-14T14:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T16:16:22.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sleepy.</title><content type='html'>dear fairy godmother. i have &lt;strike&gt;one&lt;/strike&gt; many requests. i would like to teleport my soul somewhere but my body remains there. so as i can sleep at my comfy bed w/o eng eng knowing. &lt;strong&gt;also&lt;/strong&gt;, i would like to have a sweet machine which is capable of producing any amount or type of sweets i want. &lt;strong&gt;ALSO&lt;/strong&gt;, i would really like to have a toilet besides my com so that i could save the trouble walking to blk 18 for a leak. worst still, tcc, when blk 18's loo's cleaning. and please, make it sound and smell proof. (it really stinks and i do make sounds in times of constipation). oh oh. it really helps if you can play some classical music too. it creates ambience you see. i really need it sometimes. *wink. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ALSO&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;change the darn aircon. it has not been working for bloody 2 whole months. i dont understand why they're so free to install cams and not bloody repair the darn aircon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ALSO, last but not least, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;can you kindly vanish that &lt;strong&gt;FLOODY PIECE OF LARD. &lt;/strong&gt;i cant stand the sight of him. it bothers me so much that i cant do my project(SERIOUS!) . so, i guess thats all. thank you fairy godmother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33092584-4174768706188436597?l=weeeena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeeena.blogspot.com/feeds/4174768706188436597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33092584&amp;postID=4174768706188436597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33092584/posts/default/4174768706188436597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33092584/posts/default/4174768706188436597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeeena.blogspot.com/2007/06/bitch.html' title='sleepy.'/><author><name>edwina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15005808619422513006</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-33092584.post-9112507884904729683</id><published>2007-06-14T14:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T14:46:19.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>well.</title><content type='html'>well well, SIP's really boring. it tends to get you to do stupid stuffs and makes you&lt;strong&gt; REALLY&lt;/strong&gt; hungry too.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075806435718273570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/RnDjD32hGiI/AAAAAAAAAK8/E-gxWtBV4vo/s320/13062007014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075806440013240882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/RnDjEH2hGjI/AAAAAAAAALE/DPumcVY_Xj8/s320/DSC00276.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075806444308208194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/RnDjEX2hGkI/AAAAAAAAALM/TlakbsmneDw/s320/DSC00285.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;i know you're a real boy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075806448603175506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/RnDjEn2hGlI/AAAAAAAAALU/446g3PCBCVg/s320/14062007015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;love love.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33092584-9112507884904729683?l=weeeena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeeena.blogspot.com/feeds/9112507884904729683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33092584&amp;postID=9112507884904729683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33092584/posts/default/9112507884904729683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33092584/posts/default/9112507884904729683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeeena.blogspot.com/2007/06/well.html' title='well.'/><author><name>edwina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15005808619422513006</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/_VCVTX1fJXxY/RnDjD32hGiI/AAAAAAAAAK8/E-gxWtBV4vo/s72-c/13062007014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33092584.post-1353622503774881839</id><published>2007-06-11T12:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T12:17:28.067+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mum.</title><content type='html'>priceless work of art says: &lt;strong&gt;(gorgeous)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello mummy&lt;br /&gt;Chua Sherry says: &lt;strong&gt;(aunty sherry)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here are you now?&lt;br /&gt;priceless work of art says:&lt;br /&gt;school&lt;br /&gt;Chua Sherry says:&lt;br /&gt;i will iron the clothes for YOU!&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Chua Sherry just sent you a nudge. &lt;strong&gt;(wow she knows how to nudge)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;priceless work of art says:&lt;br /&gt;yay&lt;br /&gt;priceless work of art says:&lt;br /&gt;thanks&lt;br /&gt;priceless work of art says:&lt;br /&gt;what are you doing&lt;br /&gt;Chua Sherry says:&lt;br /&gt;are u coming home for dinner?&lt;br /&gt;priceless work of art says:&lt;br /&gt;nope&lt;br /&gt;priceless work of art says:&lt;br /&gt;going to watch movie with my friends&lt;br /&gt;priceless work of art says:&lt;br /&gt;is eddrick awake?&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Chua Sherry just sent you a nudge.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Chua Sherry says:&lt;br /&gt;yes. come home not too LATE!&lt;br /&gt;priceless work of art says:&lt;br /&gt;okokokokokok&lt;br /&gt;priceless work of art says: &lt;strong&gt;(which was rayner)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my friend went to talk to you&lt;br /&gt;Chua Sherry says:&lt;br /&gt;who?secret admirer?:P&lt;br /&gt;priceless work of art says:&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;priceless work of art says:&lt;br /&gt;just my friend&lt;br /&gt;priceless work of art says:&lt;br /&gt;he nudge you&lt;br /&gt;Chua Sherry says:&lt;br /&gt;ok VERY BUSY now. need to wash clothes,hang clothes,sweep floor,mop floor ,fold clothes,iron clothes, SUN YOUR BAOBEi very STINK! Bye....... &lt;strong&gt;(baobei is my beloved bolster)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;priceless work of art says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;priceless work of art says:&lt;br /&gt;bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33092584-1353622503774881839?l=weeeena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeeena.blogspot.com/feeds/1353622503774881839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33092584&amp;postID=1353622503774881839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33092584/posts/default/1353622503774881839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33092584/posts/default/1353622503774881839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeeena.blogspot.com/2007/06/mum.html' title='mum.'/><author><name>edwina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15005808619422513006</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-33092584.post-3083406129592331027</id><published>2007-06-11T11:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T11:14:59.175+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dumb.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;TELL ME &lt;/strong&gt;i'm not the dumbest girl in the world. was working on the farewell gift for lynette on sat. it was a blankie and we decided to sew stuff on it. angela and ps came. and oh, they BOUGHT HIP HOP JELLIESSSSSS FOR ME!!! elated. they left as they had their commitment. but, the gift was only 10% done. well, i continued the gift. i just sewed and sewed not knowing it was already 7 in the morning!!! and i know i got to get some rest. so i went to sleep and thinking finish the work later. but when i woke up, it was already 1pm! and lynette's flying off like 4. i sewed like a machine and pricked my fingers many many times!!!! i rushed down looking like a mad woman. i took a cab at 3.20. however, to my &lt;strong&gt;HORROR,&lt;/strong&gt; ps called and said lynette had left. i was dumbfounded. and on the journey there, mum called. she said i forgot to bring the blankie with me. &lt;strong&gt;FUCK. &lt;/strong&gt;bon voyage lynette.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33092584-3083406129592331027?l=weeeena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeeena.blogspot.com/feeds/3083406129592331027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33092584&amp;postID=3083406129592331027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33092584/posts/default/3083406129592331027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33092584/posts/default/3083406129592331027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeeena.blogspot.com/2007/06/dumb.html' title='dumb.'/><author><name>edwina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15005808619422513006</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-33092584.post-1461644132580837530</id><published>2007-06-07T14:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T15:01:01.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'>eyesore.</title><content type='html'>YES! i'm an eyesore. and i love being one. cause, i made your eyes &lt;strong&gt;SORE&lt;/strong&gt;. and and, i hate the sight of you. you, this motherfucker, can just fuck off and get of out my sight. and i'll thank you for that. oh ya. motherfuckers are ought to be shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh edwina, you're a happy girl remember? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33092584-1461644132580837530?l=weeeena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeeena.blogspot.com/feeds/1461644132580837530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33092584&amp;postID=1461644132580837530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33092584/posts/default/1461644132580837530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33092584/posts/default/1461644132580837530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeeena.blogspot.com/2007/06/eyesore.html' title='eyesore.'/><author><name>edwina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15005808619422513006</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-33092584.post-1569204416629040387</id><published>2007-06-06T13:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T13:36:40.451+08:00</updated><title type='text'>love.</title><content type='html'>to my dearest baby girl. &lt;strong&gt;I LOVE YOU!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;smile baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33092584-1569204416629040387?l=weeeena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeeena.blogspot.com/feeds/1569204416629040387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33092584&amp;postID=1569204416629040387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33092584/posts/default/1569204416629040387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33092584/posts/default/1569204416629040387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeeena.blogspot.com/2007/06/love.html' title='love.'/><author><name>edwina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15005808619422513006</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-33092584.post-7995707253024536032</id><published>2007-06-05T11:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T11:40:11.751+08:00</updated><title type='text'>seriously, fuck.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;FUCK ALL THE CHILDSIH GUYS IN THE WORLD.&lt;/strong&gt; they can seriously, fuck off and jump off the cliff. best, die in a horrible way. and please. if anyone get to see their bodies, take a photo of it and show it to me. so i can have a fucking good laugh about it. a &lt;strong&gt;GOOD&lt;/strong&gt; boyfriend will &lt;strong&gt;NEVER &lt;/strong&gt;ask his girlfriend to stay away from her BEST friend even if he hates her alot. that only shows how little his thinkings are and how fuck up a guy can get. and the cool thing is, the BEST friend, did nothing wrong. she's just a girl who got into the picture helplessly. and NOW, the fucker is asking his girlfriend to stay away from her. wtf. thats how &lt;strong&gt;LOW a guy &lt;/strong&gt;can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i see myself blogging alot lately. so, piss me off if you wanna see more entry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33092584-7995707253024536032?l=weeeena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeeena.blogspot.com/feeds/7995707253024536032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33092584&amp;postID=7995707253024536032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33092584/posts/default/7995707253024536032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33092584/posts/default/7995707253024536032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeeena.blogspot.com/2007/06/seriously-fuck.html' title='seriously, fuck.'/><author><name>edwina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15005808619422513006</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-33092584.post-4904087285229817431</id><published>2007-06-05T10:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T11:42:05.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dont.</title><content type='html'>i think i dont understand men. i hate it when they act tough and start grumbling stuff behind backs. i mean. whats there to be embarrassed about. you simply tell me and i'll glady accept it. so in future, its either you accept it or fucking shut your mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bitch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33092584-4904087285229817431?l=weeeena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeeena.blogspot.com/feeds/4904087285229817431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33092584&amp;postID=4904087285229817431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33092584/posts/default/4904087285229817431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33092584/posts/default/4904087285229817431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeeena.blogspot.com/2007/06/dont.html' title='dont.'/><author><name>edwina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15005808619422513006</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-33092584.post-4043427181061014046</id><published>2007-06-01T12:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T12:22:07.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fuck.</title><content type='html'>i couldnt help it but to think that youve changed. i couldnt help it but to compare the new you with the old you. i couldnt help it but to dislike you at times. however, i couldnt help it but to love you alittle more sometimes. TELL me what i should do. and i DONT have pms. its always people who affects my mood. well, i'm telling you guys edwina do have her dull times too. SO, do not expect her to carry her smile EVERYWHERE she goes. and i aint telling anyone whos 'you'. so dont bother asking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck shit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33092584-4043427181061014046?l=weeeena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeeena.blogspot.com/feeds/4043427181061014046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33092584&amp;postID=4043427181061014046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33092584/posts/default/4043427181061014046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33092584/posts/default/4043427181061014046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeeena.blogspot.com/2007/06/fuck.html' title='fuck.'/><author><name>edwina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15005808619422513006</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-33092584.post-4769781135660016021</id><published>2007-05-24T10:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T10:10:05.619+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>life's crappy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33092584-4769781135660016021?l=weeeena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeeena.blogspot.com/feeds/4769781135660016021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33092584&amp;postID=4769781135660016021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33092584/posts/default/4769781135660016021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33092584/posts/default/4769781135660016021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeeena.blogspot.com/2007/05/lifes-crappy.html' title=''/><author><name>edwina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15005808619422513006</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-33092584.post-2696197713467727192</id><published>2007-05-05T00:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T00:32:08.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fuck off.</title><content type='html'>FUCK OFF, loser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes. i'm refering to you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33092584-2696197713467727192?l=weeeena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeeena.blogspot.com/feeds/2696197713467727192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33092584&amp;postID=2696197713467727192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33092584/posts/default/2696197713467727192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33092584/posts/default/2696197713467727192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeeena.blogspot.com/2007/05/fuck-off_05.html' title='fuck off.'/><author><name>edwina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15005808619422513006</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-33092584.post-5144873074476473635</id><published>2007-04-25T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T23:57:44.111+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;i've not been blogging. i shall blog them all in one entry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;recently, i've been eating late night prata. like damn frequently. with ps, jon, ps, then jon again. i'm growing fat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057372975809722466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/Ri9l7SfMeGI/AAAAAAAAAI0/3jqUqnPOlRk/s320/DSC00064.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057372975809722482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/Ri9l7SfMeHI/AAAAAAAAAI8/xD0ZcfXlJog/s320/DSC00065.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;we once worked for this family event thingy. ps took an ugly photo of me while i was sleeping. smack THAT! her face i mean. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057372980104689794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/Ri9l7ifMeII/AAAAAAAAAJE/f1HYOVqxRxw/s320/DSC00069.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/Ri9okyfMeUI/AAAAAAAAAKk/s_lYiyLlE3k/s1600-h/DSC00075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057375887797549378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/Ri9okyfMeUI/AAAAAAAAAKk/s_lYiyLlE3k/s320/DSC00075.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; it's ed, an, sab and ps. clockwise direction. well, it doesn't look like me at all. i guess i shouldn't have ask the artist to draw my face smaller.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057384761199982930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/Ri9wpSfMeVI/AAAAAAAAAKs/4k1QwYC9MHk/s320/PeterDrawThree166.jpg" border="0" /&gt;weeee. that's the man who drew us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;byron's birthday. i swam. in his koi pond. and i learnt that his maid's call angela.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057387372540098914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/Ri9zBSfMeWI/AAAAAAAAAK0/Aaw--n_Bvvo/s320/745694792l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;weeee. sexy BABY! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057373456846059682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/Ri9mXSfMeKI/AAAAAAAAAJU/8HnPbkHJjX4/s320/DSC00092.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;was looking through my pictures. ohhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/Ri9n-SfMeTI/AAAAAAAAAKc/bmcw46FwVXc/s1600-h/02062006(007).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057375226372585778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/Ri9n-SfMeTI/AAAAAAAAAKc/bmcw46FwVXc/s320/02062006(007).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;w/o make up. eye brows unpluck. woooo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057374693796641026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/Ri9nfSfMeQI/AAAAAAAAAKE/MVEcAWIIg6c/s320/782910327474s.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;my hair's freaking longggggg right.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;retainer's fashion slideshow.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057373461141026994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/Ri9mXifMeLI/AAAAAAAAAJc/WbidAtayYMU/s320/DSC00248.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;okay. i looked imbecilic. well, i did it on purpose alright!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057373461141027010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/Ri9mXifMeMI/AAAAAAAAAJk/qy8lsSf8F_4/s320/DSC00249.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057372971514755138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/Ri9l7CfMeEI/AAAAAAAAAIk/SlsuphWcO4s/s320/DSC00029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;blink blink. look at my lashes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057372971514755154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/Ri9l7CfMeFI/AAAAAAAAAIs/Ru_HWBOhRFo/s320/DSC00031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;wondering what's inside my mouth? it's a lolipop stick.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057373461141027026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/Ri9mXifMeNI/AAAAAAAAAJs/_jj_O-VLLOo/s320/3783823592128l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;argh. that top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/Ri9nfSfMePI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/HIydQjzM9y8/s1600-h/15022007102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057374693796641010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/Ri9nfSfMePI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/HIydQjzM9y8/s320/15022007102.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; we look so love. i bet he loves me damn alot! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/Ri9nfifMeRI/AAAAAAAAAKM/plcSHpb6bBk/s1600-h/16042007148.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057374698091608338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/Ri9nfifMeRI/AAAAAAAAAKM/plcSHpb6bBk/s320/16042007148.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;he looked kinda weird. observe his nose. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/Ri9nfyfMeSI/AAAAAAAAAKU/n9qaJY_oBUU/s1600-h/P1000362.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057374702386575650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/Ri9nfyfMeSI/AAAAAAAAAKU/n9qaJY_oBUU/s320/P1000362.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;smiley + camping = yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057374689501673698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/Ri9nfCfMeOI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/i0PMjZrHYI0/s320/15022007101.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;alright. jokes anyone?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33092584-5144873074476473635?l=weeeena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeeena.blogspot.com/feeds/5144873074476473635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33092584&amp;postID=5144873074476473635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33092584/posts/default/5144873074476473635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33092584/posts/default/5144873074476473635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeeena.blogspot.com/2007/04/ive-not-been-blogging.html' title=''/><author><name>edwina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15005808619422513006</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/_VCVTX1fJXxY/Ri9l7SfMeGI/AAAAAAAAAI0/3jqUqnPOlRk/s72-c/DSC00064.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33092584.post-6133603993248626096</id><published>2007-04-10T03:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T04:01:52.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bored.</title><content type='html'>i'm really bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuesday, april 10. 3.10am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chow               smack that! says: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(benny)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;what can a wood chak wood and a wood chak chak could a wood chak would chak wood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;m&amp;n's racist says: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(me)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what can a chow shout chow and a shout shout chow could a chow chow chow would chow shout&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nise: the art of black eyeliner . has been added to the conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chow               smack that! says:&lt;br /&gt;Denise sees the fleece, denise sees the fleas. At least Denise could sneeze and feed and freeze the fleas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nise: the art of black eyeliner . says: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(denise)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;/HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nise: the art of black eyeliner . says:&lt;br /&gt;chow u came that up ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chow               smack that! says:&lt;br /&gt;How can a clam cram in a clean cream can ,c an you can a can as a canner can can a can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;m&amp;n's racist says:&lt;br /&gt;chow chow the chow. chow sees the chow. at least chow could chow and chow and chow the chow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;m&amp;n's racist says:&lt;br /&gt;edwina bored the boreness. boreness bored the chow. chow bored the nise. and the nise bored the edwina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nise: the art of black eyeliner . says:&lt;br /&gt;edwina is fast .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chow               smack that! says:&lt;br /&gt;ed the elephant ate the huge chocolate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nise: the art of black eyeliner . says:&lt;br /&gt;his really racking up his brains&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;m&amp;n's racist says:&lt;br /&gt;chow the chauvinist chew the cow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chow               smack that! says:&lt;br /&gt;ed the idiot ate denise's apple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nise: the art of black eyeliner . says:&lt;br /&gt;benny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nise: the art of black eyeliner . says:&lt;br /&gt;u totally no link lah .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chow               smack that! says:&lt;br /&gt;Picky people pick Peter Pan Peanut-Butter, this the peanut butter picky people pick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;m&amp;n's racist says:&lt;br /&gt;chow jokes joke. but jokes not really joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chow               smack that! says:&lt;br /&gt;ed the idiot ate herself but is an idiot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;m&amp;n's racist says:&lt;br /&gt;chow smack that. that smack chow. chow got chout. and chout shouts the chow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chow               smack that! says:&lt;br /&gt;ed the elephant ate eddie but eddie ate ed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nise: the art of black eyeliner . says:&lt;br /&gt;u 2 guys are rapper .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;m&amp;n's racist says:&lt;br /&gt;smack smack chow. chow snap smack. smack slap chow. chow nap nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chow               smack that! says:&lt;br /&gt;ed the elephant keep eat eat, eat ed only know eat eat become elephant eat eat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chow               smack that! says:&lt;br /&gt;what can a wood chak chak would a wood chak wood would chak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;m&amp;n's racist says:&lt;br /&gt;chow sleep sleep. but chow dumb dumb. only eat eat. eat eat angry. eat eat eat chow chow. chow chow goes sleep sleep again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chow               smack that! says:&lt;br /&gt;chow handsome chow cool chow know how to woo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;m&amp;n's racist says:&lt;br /&gt;chow sucks chow nuts chow only knows how to fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright. that shut him up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33092584-6133603993248626096?l=weeeena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeeena.blogspot.com/feeds/6133603993248626096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33092584&amp;postID=6133603993248626096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33092584/posts/default/6133603993248626096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33092584/posts/default/6133603993248626096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeeena.blogspot.com/2007/04/bored.html' title='bored.'/><author><name>edwina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15005808619422513006</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-33092584.post-2864277808396122875</id><published>2007-04-03T01:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T01:49:21.468+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dayah loving</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;well, dayah and i were out again! weeee. and my tummy was a little crazy that day. i shit-ed like 3 times that day. i bought like many many winnie the pooh tissue packs. also, dayah and myself went around finding stockings. dont ask me why. we took many many pictures too. weeee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048887697897635090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/RhFAnHAHPRI/AAAAAAAAAG8/GRn47oRqQKg/s320/eDSCF3309.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048887702192602402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/RhFAnXAHPSI/AAAAAAAAAHE/HTlJpYXyGAk/s320/eDSCF3314.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048887702192602418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/RhFAnXAHPTI/AAAAAAAAAHM/3vjdksO3Gwk/s320/eDSCF3337.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048887710782537042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/RhFAn3AHPVI/AAAAAAAAAHc/YkVxq9TBXFE/s320/eDSCF3339.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048888879013641634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/RhFBr3AHPaI/AAAAAAAAAIE/adVyjzqIXuQ/s320/eDSCF3340.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048888879013641650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/RhFBr3AHPbI/AAAAAAAAAIM/_RBlDzgdT6k/s320/eDSCF3349.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048888883308608962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/RhFBsHAHPcI/AAAAAAAAAIU/4tZ7nzBQKcA/s320/DSCF3357.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048888883308608978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/RhFBsHAHPdI/AAAAAAAAAIc/b8T9oI31yhE/s320/DSCF3344.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;dayah loving!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33092584-2864277808396122875?l=weeeena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeeena.blogspot.com/feeds/2864277808396122875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33092584&amp;postID=2864277808396122875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33092584/posts/default/2864277808396122875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33092584/posts/default/2864277808396122875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeeena.blogspot.com/2007/04/dayah-loving.html' title='dayah loving'/><author><name>edwina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15005808619422513006</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/_VCVTX1fJXxY/RhFAnHAHPRI/AAAAAAAAAG8/GRn47oRqQKg/s72-c/eDSCF3309.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33092584.post-1031492994843983739</id><published>2007-03-16T00:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T02:45:37.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sentosa loving.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;well well. went sentosa! and finally, it didnt rain! lalalala.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042196866891807026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/Rfl7VfKseTI/AAAAAAAAADg/BNx82Krlu3s/s320/lala.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042196875481741634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/Rfl7V_KseUI/AAAAAAAAADo/ZnE-A8EL7Ag/s320/P1000262.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042223890826033874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/RfmT6fKsetI/AAAAAAAAAGw/EujTB-cXtwo/s320/P1000269.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;my nose's damn flat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042201784629361010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/Rfl_zvKseXI/AAAAAAAAAEA/0AodhoukZ8k/s320/P1000271.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;they're gonna kiss.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042204099616733666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/RfmB6fKseeI/AAAAAAAAAE4/oxO9UtrDSBQ/s320/lala3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;woooo. sexy~ &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042201801809230226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/Rfl_0vKseZI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Om4RNvZ4BMs/s320/P1000293.JPG" border="0" /&gt;ok. i did suck my tummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042201810399164834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/Rfl_1PKseaI/AAAAAAAAAEY/nZ10swqJe8M/s320/P1000294.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042196892661610850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/Rfl7W_KseWI/AAAAAAAAAD4/bwLNI6k3c8o/s320/P1000288.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042204095321766354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/RfmB6PKsedI/AAAAAAAAAEw/3K1ozfyXswo/s320/lala2.JPG" border="0" /&gt; she's trying to learn some dance moves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042203094594386370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/RfmA__KsecI/AAAAAAAAAEo/ONL5LYlqhYY/s320/P1000317.JPG" border="0" /&gt;she's loving the sun!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042218169929595378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/RfmOtfKsefI/AAAAAAAAAFA/XwpUxHYGOx8/s320/PICT1369.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042218182814497298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/RfmOuPKsehI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/NS7s5Oqz2MI/s320/PICT1373.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;she's trying to abuse me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042218178519529986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/RfmOt_KsegI/AAAAAAAAAFI/RVJrKPK2uiw/s320/PICT1370.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042218187109464610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/RfmOufKseiI/AAAAAAAAAFY/TH156mFxHTE/s320/PICT1376.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;my head looked detached.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042218191404431922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/RfmOuvKsejI/AAAAAAAAAFg/p9_-yz_-YFw/s320/PICT1385.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ugly &lt;/strong&gt;CAN.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042219544319130178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/RfmP9fKsekI/AAAAAAAAAFo/Q9-v7A1UQM0/s320/PICT1386.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sexy&lt;/strong&gt; CAN.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042219552909064786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/RfmP9_KselI/AAAAAAAAAFw/4D5Vh-mK1AM/s320/PICT1393.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042219574383901314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/RfmP_PKseoI/AAAAAAAAAGI/_VzWPy8LiLw/s320/PICT1402.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042220819924417170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/RfmRHvKsepI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/8E_8eZ4_IQ4/s320/PICT1405.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042219565793966706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/RfmP-vKsenI/AAAAAAAAAGA/r4bCrkXhmqg/s320/PICT1398.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;ok. the love of the day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33092584-1031492994843983739?l=weeeena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeeena.blogspot.com/feeds/1031492994843983739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33092584&amp;postID=1031492994843983739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33092584/posts/default/1031492994843983739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33092584/posts/default/1031492994843983739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeeena.blogspot.com/2007/03/sentosa-loving.html' title='sentosa loving.'/><author><name>edwina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15005808619422513006</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/_VCVTX1fJXxY/Rfl7VfKseTI/AAAAAAAAADg/BNx82Krlu3s/s72-c/lala.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33092584.post-4639209937819397485</id><published>2007-03-13T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T22:40:48.787+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ha!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;went out with dayah on sun. our very first outing! well, you know. being single brings girls together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041443344944494770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/RfbOAvKseLI/AAAAAAAAACg/Tn32Us1p9pI/s320/DSCF2936.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041443340649527442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/RfbOAfKseJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Z4100B88HJ8/s320/DSCF2912.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041443344944494754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/RfbOAvKseKI/AAAAAAAAACY/SHW0016dAN0/s320/DSCF2919.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041443349239462082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/RfbOA_KseMI/AAAAAAAAACo/AzfNjiCkiP4/s320/DSCF2944.JPG" border="0" /&gt;we both agreed that this photo was nice taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041444478815860978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/RfbPCvKsePI/AAAAAAAAADA/UX4MTc00TJo/s320/DSCF2946.JPG" border="0" /&gt;wasnt bad either.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041443349239462098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/RfbOA_KseNI/AAAAAAAAACw/oZAL3ofV5lY/s320/DSCF2951.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;we had our stomach taken.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041445483838208258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/RfbP9PKseQI/AAAAAAAAADI/qT7idH57uhY/s320/DSCF2943.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;and dayah's boobies too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041444474520893666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/RfbPCfKseOI/AAAAAAAAAC4/FPWStHFl9tg/s320/DSCF2932.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;most of our pics were blur. that explained my little posting of them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;and oh. benny's birthday.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;i looked ugly in most of the pictures. therefore, i'm only gonna post one.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041449310654069010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/RfbTb_KseRI/AAAAAAAAADQ/HQvzXvlsgXE/s320/P1000136.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;seriously, i love kissing girls. find me a boyfriend. &lt;strong&gt;QUICK.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041449319244003618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/RfbTcfKseSI/AAAAAAAAADY/g_Bkec4JET8/s320/P1000130.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33092584-4639209937819397485?l=weeeena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeeena.blogspot.com/feeds/4639209937819397485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33092584&amp;postID=4639209937819397485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33092584/posts/default/4639209937819397485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33092584/posts/default/4639209937819397485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeeena.blogspot.com/2007/03/ha.html' title='ha!'/><author><name>edwina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15005808619422513006</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/_VCVTX1fJXxY/RfbOAvKseLI/AAAAAAAAACg/Tn32Us1p9pI/s72-c/DSCF2936.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33092584.post-7789474564920137176</id><published>2007-03-11T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T00:50:26.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hurt by you once again.</title><content type='html'>i cant believe you actually think of me that way. although your opinions doesnt really affect me, but i'm still appalled. well, you're those, who allows money to break a friendship. i know your beloved earns a mere 50 bucks under the hot sun for a day. and it's tiring. well, do not think that i spent her hard earned money without paying her back. i do.&lt;strong&gt; OKAY. &lt;/strong&gt;and speak for yourself. what about you. you before being together with her. aint surprised. you, do spent her so called "hard earned" money without paying her back. and expected a treat. &lt;strong&gt;ALSO, &lt;/strong&gt;you took others' money as a treat too. you simply said, ' eh. i dont have money.' and never have the intention to pay others back. &lt;strong&gt;WOW. &lt;/strong&gt;you actually, HAVE the cheek to do that. i'm amazed. so i conclude. others' money aren't that hard earned than your beloved. you're such a nice friend that anyone would like to have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to the other you. i cant believe you didnt tell the truth and defend me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33092584-7789474564920137176?l=weeeena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeeena.blogspot.com/feeds/7789474564920137176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33092584&amp;postID=7789474564920137176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33092584/posts/default/7789474564920137176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33092584/posts/default/7789474564920137176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeeena.blogspot.com/2007/03/hurt-by-you-once-again.html' title='hurt by you once again.'/><author><name>edwina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15005808619422513006</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-33092584.post-8506784984106150362</id><published>2007-03-07T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T23:45:26.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>someday</title><content type='html'>i might be a lesbian.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33092584-8506784984106150362?l=weeeena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeeena.blogspot.com/feeds/8506784984106150362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33092584&amp;postID=8506784984106150362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33092584/posts/default/8506784984106150362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33092584/posts/default/8506784984106150362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeeena.blogspot.com/2007/03/someday.html' title='someday'/><author><name>edwina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15005808619422513006</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-33092584.post-7074667837019106241</id><published>2007-02-12T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T01:33:56.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh brother.</title><content type='html'>last sat, i was roused from sleep by my bro, requesting for choc milk. being inactive, i shooed him off and told him later. he then used his out-of-nowhere strength, and pulled me out of bed. being a nice sista, i went pour milk for him. then, i heard someone buzzed 'stupid dumb'. and surprisely, it came from my 4 year old bro. and on sun, he did something naughty. therefore, i scolded him. and! he asked me to shut up. &lt;strong&gt;WOW. &lt;/strong&gt;i interrogated him and found out that he learnt those words in school! he's definitely one step closer in becoming a man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33092584-7074667837019106241?l=weeeena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeeena.blogspot.com/feeds/7074667837019106241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33092584&amp;postID=7074667837019106241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33092584/posts/default/7074667837019106241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33092584/posts/default/7074667837019106241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeeena.blogspot.com/2007/02/oh-brother.html' title='oh brother.'/><author><name>edwina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15005808619422513006</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-33092584.post-8610397899712094763</id><published>2007-02-10T01:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T01:33:18.674+08:00</updated><title type='text'>whatever.</title><content type='html'>i've been working on this mosaic for a sleepless night. and what i got in return was a 12.5/20 in which my classmates had high expectation on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029584897247862850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/Rcys0PAg4EI/AAAAAAAAABg/v0raUlpYubs/s320/24012007084.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ok. i'm actually proud of myself for producing such 'fine' art work on first attempt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i'm telling you guys that the golden thingy is &lt;strong&gt;ACTUALLY&lt;/strong&gt; a lady lowering herself. it is not a &lt;strong&gt;FROG!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029586065478967378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/Rcyt4PAg4FI/AAAAAAAAABo/ztdK-1JqnqU/s320/24012007085.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;that's poh suan's mosaic. haha. she say that was her. (ok. i made it up. she looks worse. HAHA)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029586069773934690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/Rcyt4fAg4GI/AAAAAAAAABw/MCATtPqete4/s320/24012007086.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zelynn's! her dream-that-might-not-come-true-to-be credit card mosaic.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029586074068902002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/Rcyt4vAg4HI/AAAAAAAAAB4/DJllWcHKBIQ/s320/29012007089.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;that's her in sab's long hair. she looked like she aged a little. &lt;strong&gt;however&lt;/strong&gt;, u're still my beloved toufu.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33092584-8610397899712094763?l=weeeena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeeena.blogspot.com/feeds/8610397899712094763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33092584&amp;postID=8610397899712094763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33092584/posts/default/8610397899712094763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33092584/posts/default/8610397899712094763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeeena.blogspot.com/2007/02/whatever.html' title='whatever.'/><author><name>edwina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15005808619422513006</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/_VCVTX1fJXxY/Rcys0PAg4EI/AAAAAAAAABg/v0raUlpYubs/s72-c/24012007084.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33092584.post-6239566484127167876</id><published>2007-01-29T11:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T12:35:13.257+08:00</updated><title type='text'>past.</title><content type='html'>music represents periods of your life. there may be a time where you love this particular music, listen to it often, or even set it as your message ringtone. and coincidently, you message this particular person frequently, at that point of time. however, things changed. and that music is no longer to your liking. and therefore, had a change of ringtone. time past. and that music you used to love, comes to you again. you soon indulged yourself in reminiscence. feeling a little heart aching but having a tinge of happiness at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;smell, represents periods of your life too. often, when you walk past somewhere, you may smell a scent from past. and feel nostalgic all over. you will start racking your brains, trying to remember when was that period of time. nevertheless, you just can't remember. and that, leaves you a small mystery. after time, you soon forgot the scent of the smell and that mystery remains a mystery forever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;words and behaviour too, represents time of your life. you grow up. the choice of words in your language changed. and in turn, behaviour changed. someday, you come across those words you used to use and love. a nostalgia for the past.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33092584-6239566484127167876?l=weeeena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeeena.blogspot.com/feeds/6239566484127167876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33092584&amp;postID=6239566484127167876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33092584/posts/default/6239566484127167876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33092584/posts/default/6239566484127167876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeeena.blogspot.com/2007/01/past.html' title='past.'/><author><name>edwina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15005808619422513006</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-33092584.post-3120948250668304905</id><published>2007-01-26T08:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T09:02:09.025+08:00</updated><title type='text'>learning.</title><content type='html'>I got hurt my one of my friend today. Yes. I admit I’m &lt;strike&gt; kinda &lt;/strike&gt; very dependent on others. But I can’t help it. I hate feeling lonely. SERIOUSLY. I’ve been lonely and envying others who have their siblings for companion for 15 years. Well, I’m trying to change myself. I need time. Patience from you guys as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I’m selfish in nature. Lest I would lose someone, I might do something to prevent that from happening. even if it concerns other party’s happiness. I’m not saying I will do that. It’s just that the thoughts of intentions are there. Fortunately, I did succumb my temptations. Or else, the outcome would be catastrophic. Oh well, I got to learn to be independent. That’s all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33092584-3120948250668304905?l=weeeena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeeena.blogspot.com/feeds/3120948250668304905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33092584&amp;postID=3120948250668304905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33092584/posts/default/3120948250668304905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33092584/posts/default/3120948250668304905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeeena.blogspot.com/2007/01/learning.html' title='learning.'/><author><name>edwina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15005808619422513006</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-33092584.post-9143260781569697425</id><published>2007-01-17T03:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T03:35:37.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'>get a life.</title><content type='html'>seriously, those tags are getting on my nerves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;groin: yaaa mann.. prob something kinky. im jealous&lt;br /&gt;lanchao: kukuchao! im really curious too. i really like the his patches of hair on his legs&lt;br /&gt;kukuchao: why put all that kinda photo?? put nicer ones ah. what else you did on the bed? I m curious...:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wayne aka hor jiao u're fucking cute. (mocking with sarcasm)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ed to all: do u think i should give aaron a chance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;well, i dont know who this is. but definitely wayne and friends. although he reckoned it wasn't him.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the REALEST ed: huh? "the REAL ed" is a fake. whats going on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;to REALEST ed. get a life.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aaron: will you go out with me please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;aaron wouldn't be dumb enough to say that.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;real ed to fake ed: going out or nt going out with aaron doesnt cocern all u guys! so what if im seeing him.. jealous say ah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;please brush up your english. and i'm not saying mine's fantastic.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nick carter: hey so wassup? tis is nick carter speaking to u live in down town manhattan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wow nick carter. i'm so honoured to have you here. well, u're dumb enough to get yourself a paris tattoo and cover it with another design later. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33092584-9143260781569697425?l=weeeena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeeena.blogspot.com/feeds/9143260781569697425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33092584&amp;postID=9143260781569697425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33092584/posts/default/9143260781569697425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33092584/posts/default/9143260781569697425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeeena.blogspot.com/2007/01/get-life.html' title='get a life.'/><author><name>edwina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15005808619422513006</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-33092584.post-4561188510993551687</id><published>2007-01-16T00:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T00:35:39.372+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hehehe.</title><content type='html'>awwww. my cousin she'.s the sweetest living thing on earth. she actually consulted me about love earlier on, like i'm some kind of pro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;phy: you're the only one whom knows me best.. I LOVE YOU MY DEAREST COUSIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's her nick! i'm moved. and that zelynn. she's damn funny. you'll be appalled by her replies and actions. she's bloody cute. she actually fancies me squeezing her pus on her feet. HA-HA. but of cos, i still do love sab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to mr tang. thank you sooo much for helping me with this blog. and to this particular unsung hero i know. u're simply GREAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*oh. and ignore those tags.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33092584-4561188510993551687?l=weeeena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeeena.blogspot.com/feeds/4561188510993551687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33092584&amp;postID=4561188510993551687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33092584/posts/default/4561188510993551687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33092584/posts/default/4561188510993551687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeeena.blogspot.com/2007/01/hehehe.html' title='hehehe.'/><author><name>edwina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15005808619422513006</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-33092584.post-6648082611108389176</id><published>2007-01-15T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T22:21:10.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>embarrassed!</title><content type='html'>i was conferencing with sab and sergeant on the phone yesterday. i complained about having this painful wrenching at my breast. and bitched about spraining my butt once in a blue moon. sergeant went, "eeeeeee! edwina u damn disgusting." out of fit, i said," please la! as if u never sprained ur dick before." then we started laughing. after an hour of talking, sab and sergeant confessed that there's &lt;strong&gt;ACTUALLY&lt;/strong&gt; another party on the line too! and that was ELMO. WTH. soo sooo sooo embarrassed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh. eating my 5Th hip hop jelly ice cream right now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33092584-6648082611108389176?l=weeeena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeeena.blogspot.com/feeds/6648082611108389176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33092584&amp;postID=6648082611108389176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33092584/posts/default/6648082611108389176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33092584/posts/default/6648082611108389176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeeena.blogspot.com/2007/01/embarrassed.html' title='embarrassed!'/><author><name>edwina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15005808619422513006</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-33092584.post-3027253113344866574</id><published>2007-01-13T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T23:45:48.869+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bernie's birthday</title><content type='html'>well, today's bernie's birthday. and tomorrow's sergeant's birthday. we went to this cafe which provide dining and playing of board games. we had so much fun playing the games. however, benny and i got a little bored. and decided to play truth or dare with each other. so, my first dare was to french kiss pohsuan. HA-HA. guess what. i did it! i felt so traumatized after that. but at least my new year's resolution was fulfilled. well, benny got to say out his date partner on new year's eve. so we're quits. also, i got to know 2 new friends. denice and shu shen. they're so fun!  i'm sure that bernie and sergeant enjoyed the celebration with them around. and of cos, with us too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh. i'm sinned.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33092584-3027253113344866574?l=weeeena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeeena.blogspot.com/feeds/3027253113344866574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33092584&amp;postID=3027253113344866574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33092584/posts/default/3027253113344866574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33092584/posts/default/3027253113344866574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeeena.blogspot.com/2007/01/bernies-birthday.html' title='bernie&apos;s birthday'/><author><name>edwina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15005808619422513006</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-33092584.post-2691835289667921201</id><published>2007-01-11T00:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T01:26:31.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dear friend.</title><content type='html'>people just dont really trust in telling me their stuff. maybe it's me. but oh well, i'm really glad when people confine in me! and ask for directions. a friend just did! honestly, i'm pretty honoured. well, the news SHOCKED me. obviously. however, it was the 1st time i'm actually happy for someone. Now, i truely understand the meaning of being happy for others. thanks for teaching me, my dear friend. i used to be selfish. be it feelings or sharing my stuff. being the only child till the age of 15, i didnt have the chance to share my stuff with anyone. and i'm always unwilling to share them with people. until i met sab. she seems okay in sharing. be it sweets or allowing others to copy her answer. so, i thank you too. weeeeeeeee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33092584-2691835289667921201?l=weeeena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeeena.blogspot.com/feeds/2691835289667921201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33092584&amp;postID=2691835289667921201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33092584/posts/default/2691835289667921201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33092584/posts/default/2691835289667921201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeeena.blogspot.com/2007/01/dear-friend_11.html' title='dear friend.'/><author><name>edwina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15005808619422513006</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-33092584.post-156137663778245232</id><published>2007-01-10T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T00:18:46.081+08:00</updated><title type='text'>that's sean.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;sean. yes sean. he makes school a little less dreadful for me. he reckons he's the cooler type of indian. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018432587010593746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/RaUN2V4C09I/AAAAAAAAAAU/YDI7RNYAAy8/s320/DSC00265.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018432582715626434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/RaUN2F4C08I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ewjc-hajXks/s320/DSC00263.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;what big hand he has!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018432587010593762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/RaUN2V4C0-I/AAAAAAAAAAc/iS9cB5CNA9w/s320/DSC00266.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;all the better to scare me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018432591305561074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/RaUN2l4C0_I/AAAAAAAAAAk/KK9h0z3xoGE/s320/DSC00267.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;and gosh. my head's actually bigger than his.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018433613507777570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/RaUOyF4C1CI/AAAAAAAAAA8/2aRvnRpdFf8/s320/DSC00268.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;i think his hand is able to wrap his entire head.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018433609212810258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCVTX1fJXxY/RaUOx14C1BI/AAAAAAAAAA0/yPLAvgfJAsw/s320/DSC00269.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;well, he's definitely the COOL type of indian.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33092584-156137663778245232?l=weeeena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeeena.blogspot.com/feeds/156137663778245232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33092584&amp;postID=156137663778245232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33092584/posts/default/156137663778245232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33092584/posts/default/156137663778245232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeeena.blogspot.com/2007/01/thats-sean.html' title='that&apos;s sean.'/><author><name>edwina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15005808619422513006</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/_VCVTX1fJXxY/RaUN2V4C09I/AAAAAAAAAAU/YDI7RNYAAy8/s72-c/DSC00265.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33092584.post-116827503371732491</id><published>2007-01-08T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T00:50:33.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm the clever girl !</title><content type='html'>weeeeeeeeee! i &lt;strong&gt;ACTUALLY,&lt;/strong&gt; changed the blogskin by myself! woohoo~ i bet you guys are proud of me like i'm proud of myself :D . okay. series of events happened to me. joyous events! first of all, results. although they were not as fantastic as sab's, i'm quite fine with them. and 'fine' excludes java. like &lt;strong&gt;DUH&lt;/strong&gt;. my java sucks big time. and as you know, i've been craving ba gua for the past few days!!! and my dad bought them for me today! awww. parents do love us alot huh. also, i've been complaining about cereal box being empty for days. and my mum bought it today! NOW, my house's loaded with food. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5446/3628/320/965287/fadz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5446/3628/320/545757/edandfadz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5446/3628/320/241224/green%20tongue.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5446/3628/320/600599/DSC00251.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5446/3628/320/291778/DSC00252.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;that was my redition.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5446/3628/320/502692/DSC00030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;haha. i swear we were not drunk! maybe it was the mochi.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5446/3628/320/849702/DSC00258.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;please adopt us!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5446/3628/320/206445/clement.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;ok. you're sweet.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33092584-116827503371732491?l=weeeena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeeena.blogspot.com/feeds/116827503371732491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33092584&amp;postID=116827503371732491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33092584/posts/default/116827503371732491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33092584/posts/default/116827503371732491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeeena.blogspot.com/2007/01/im-clever-girl.html' title='i&apos;m the clever girl !'/><author><name>edwina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15005808619422513006</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-33092584.post-116802192155212484</id><published>2007-01-06T01:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T02:44:56.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new year's eve.</title><content type='html'>guess where i went on new year's eve. hotel 81! geylang somemore. with jon, rayner, han wei and sabby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5446/3628/1600/278452/DSC00439.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5446/3628/320/400595/DSC00439.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it wrote hotel 81 PRINCESS. sab said that it humilated her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright. she didnt say that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apparently, i had my reasons. it was a last minute decision and most of the hotel had no more vacancy. but the biggest reason was that we're kinda budget. haha. i felt embarrassed to walk in when we reached the hotel. well, we did it! after the countdown and we went for supper. it's kinda silly that we actually went macdonald's for supper. well, it's not as crowded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5446/3628/1600/569399/DSCF1031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5446/3628/320/959044/DSCF1031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jon's unsexy leg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5446/3628/1600/945533/DSCF1037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5446/3628/320/588132/DSCF1037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. that's kinda erm. ok.whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5446/3628/1600/434279/DSCF1039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5446/3628/320/170552/DSCF1039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woooooo. jon and i were on the bed. having fun~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went back the hotel and it became kinda, boring having nothing to do. besides trying to hear sounds from next door. and we had a pillow fight! woohoo!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hOyvChB4kFY" width="600" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the tedious fight, we were exhausted. Therefore, we decided to watch the incredibles (a.k.a fantastic 4, winks at jon) . in which the guys slept except han wei. so we had a plan. a wake-up plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lMEeo_dqRfw" width="600" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, we drew on their face. having no eye liner, we used mascara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5446/3628/1600/202757/DSC00442.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5446/3628/320/404512/DSC00442.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to draw a tic-tac-toe game on his face. but he woke up. darn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5446/3628/1600/790304/jon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5446/3628/320/663546/jon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5446/3628/1600/689128/DSC00443.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we tied this poor guy's hair. awww. isnt that cute?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we then painted their toe nails with lip gloss. SICK huh. sab's idea. we had a hard time waking them up. fortunately, our effort's were not in vain. went home around 9am. and got a thrashing from mum. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(PS: it was my idea actually)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33092584-116802192155212484?l=weeeena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeeena.blogspot.com/feeds/116802192155212484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33092584&amp;postID=116802192155212484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33092584/posts/default/116802192155212484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33092584/posts/default/116802192155212484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeeena.blogspot.com/2007/01/new-years-eve.html' title='new year&apos;s eve.'/><author><name>edwina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15005808619422513006</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>
