<?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-4251705047932065845</id><updated>2012-01-26T08:00:24.675+08:00</updated><category term='Random'/><category term='The Heart Matters'/><category term='Dear you'/><category term='Hush-Hush'/><category term='Just life'/><category term='FML'/><title type='text'>MEOW</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meowloodee.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251705047932065845/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meowloodee.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251705047932065845/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Melly.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05273201136603664052</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>231</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4251705047932065845.post-2280697893224255166</id><published>2010-05-12T13:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T13:20:39.757+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to where I started</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://meowloodee.wordpress.com/"&gt;http://meowloodee.wordpress.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least for now. W was telling me about how he don't see the pros of wordpress and I wouldn't lie wordpress is too fucking rigid but I have gotten accustomed to it. If something else happen again I might left with no choice and come back here. Till then. See you there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4251705047932065845-2280697893224255166?l=meowloodee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meowloodee.blogspot.com/feeds/2280697893224255166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4251705047932065845&amp;postID=2280697893224255166&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251705047932065845/posts/default/2280697893224255166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251705047932065845/posts/default/2280697893224255166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meowloodee.blogspot.com/2010/05/back-to-where-i-started.html' title='Back to where I started'/><author><name>Melly.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05273201136603664052</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-4251705047932065845.post-1737823519785711811</id><published>2010-05-08T08:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T02:44:33.743+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Heart Matters'/><title type='text'>Bottomless pit</title><content type='html'>Its 8:18AM now I've got no idea why I'm up. Less than 3 hours ago I was at Tiong Bahru and now as soon as I get my tummy filled I'm going back there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy got me chocolates because he was afraid that the big fat stomach of mine will grumble along the beats of Steve Aoki. How cute. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;i&gt;So tell me now about my privileges of getting upset.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4251705047932065845-1737823519785711811?l=meowloodee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meowloodee.blogspot.com/feeds/1737823519785711811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4251705047932065845&amp;postID=1737823519785711811&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251705047932065845/posts/default/1737823519785711811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251705047932065845/posts/default/1737823519785711811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meowloodee.blogspot.com/2010/05/bottomless-pit.html' title='Bottomless pit'/><author><name>Melly.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05273201136603664052</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-4251705047932065845.post-1468804002830420565</id><published>2010-05-07T00:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T00:57:47.494+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just life'/><title type='text'>The simpler things in life</title><content type='html'>Working with Jecintha has made me realize just how much I missed the girls.. how much I want to be 16 again. Worked was awesome because I have little girls who massage me when I complain about being tired, giving me pats when I was coughing, coming all the way back just to give me good-bye hug and even free icecream/food. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W drove to Downtown East then to ECP to satisfied my Chocolate craving at 1 in the morning. Outback Steak House(!!!!), Steamboat and Timbre's home delivered Pizza. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bomberman-ing with W and Jiayi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....made me Happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4251705047932065845-1468804002830420565?l=meowloodee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meowloodee.blogspot.com/feeds/1468804002830420565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4251705047932065845&amp;postID=1468804002830420565&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251705047932065845/posts/default/1468804002830420565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251705047932065845/posts/default/1468804002830420565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meowloodee.blogspot.com/2010/05/simpler-things-in-life.html' title='The simpler things in life'/><author><name>Melly.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05273201136603664052</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-4251705047932065845.post-6723859342271021302</id><published>2010-05-01T00:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T03:31:27.355+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Assume</title><content type='html'>I have never felt the need to vindicate myself.. till now. Perhaps the stats of teens having pre-martial sex is so damn shocking, and Tyler have to giggle when he realize I'm still a virgin and  says its rare these days to actually hear the word, doesn't mean that if a girl and a boy sleeps together they are having sex.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Neither W and I wants to jeopardize our future by having a kid(No, abortion is not  a feasible solution because who are we to take away someone's life on the expense of our own mistake? So. Fucking. Irresponsible.) Also, you may go ahead and call me a prude, but I think it should only be done with people you love and is willing to bring commitment to a next level with. (i.e marriage) Obviously W and I have no plans of getting marry or whatsoever, neither of us have a career and I do not want to have a wedding dinner @ the coffee shop with cheapo wedding dress and dying flowers since neither of us are earning enough money.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;And most importantly he loves me enough to respect my decision. (Y)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4251705047932065845-6723859342271021302?l=meowloodee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meowloodee.blogspot.com/feeds/6723859342271021302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4251705047932065845&amp;postID=6723859342271021302&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251705047932065845/posts/default/6723859342271021302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251705047932065845/posts/default/6723859342271021302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meowloodee.blogspot.com/2010/04/assume.html' title='Assume'/><author><name>Melly.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05273201136603664052</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-4251705047932065845.post-2259061622573597508</id><published>2010-04-29T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T03:31:27.356+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hush-Hush'/><title type='text'>All the time</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;img class="aligncenter" title="Fear" src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kzphrd8Tre1qa1tf0o1_400.jpg" alt="" width="400" height="300" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;Guilty as charged.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So much so sometimes I feel undeserving of W's nice-nicey treatment.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-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/4251705047932065845-2259061622573597508?l=meowloodee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meowloodee.blogspot.com/feeds/2259061622573597508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4251705047932065845&amp;postID=2259061622573597508&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251705047932065845/posts/default/2259061622573597508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251705047932065845/posts/default/2259061622573597508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meowloodee.blogspot.com/2010/04/all-time.html' title='All the time'/><author><name>Melly.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05273201136603664052</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-4251705047932065845.post-1484049389221711980</id><published>2010-04-28T07:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T03:31:27.357+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just life'/><title type='text'>He makes me feel like a kid</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:left;"&gt;A Happy one.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:left;"&gt;4/27/2010  11:19:59 PM  [Weiming]  (R) Meow  good girl&lt;br/&gt;4/27/2010  11:20:01 PM  [Weiming]  (R) Meow  next week&lt;br/&gt;4/27/2010  11:20:06 PM  [Weiming]  (R) Meow  pizza and cheese fries&lt;br/&gt;4/27/2010  11:20:46 PM  [Weiming]  (R) Meow  and when RWS opens nice nice everything&lt;br/&gt;4/27/2010  11:20:48 PM  [Weiming]  (R) Meow  http://www.barnacles.com.sg/Barnacles_Menu_Apr10.pdf&lt;br/&gt;4/27/2010  11:20:51 PM  [Weiming]  (R) Meow  i bring u here&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4251705047932065845-1484049389221711980?l=meowloodee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meowloodee.blogspot.com/feeds/1484049389221711980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4251705047932065845&amp;postID=1484049389221711980&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251705047932065845/posts/default/1484049389221711980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251705047932065845/posts/default/1484049389221711980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meowloodee.blogspot.com/2010/04/he-makes-me-feel-like-kid.html' title='He makes me feel like a kid'/><author><name>Melly.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05273201136603664052</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-4251705047932065845.post-5723552507857835135</id><published>2010-04-27T02:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T03:31:27.371+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just life'/><title type='text'>I think I can live like this ;D</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;img class="aligncenter" title="&amp;lt;3" src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l0ofiqQp7B1qzv5mlo1_500.jpg" alt="" width="350" height="700" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;On Tuesday I literally trudge from my house to get a cab with his present. Heavy okay?! Even he says so. But its worth it because I know he &lt;em&gt;luuuurve lub&lt;/em&gt; love it. And... I'm barred from buying him Christmas present. Yes.... -.-...... Went over to Iggy's for lunch which he made me instantly regret my decision since we could have went over to Marriot's instead. Beef + Tiramisu + Soup. &lt;em&gt;Ahhh&lt;/em&gt;... Shopped at Centrepoint while he checks in. Had Sushi since I can't eat most of the food(he nags worst than my mum). Watched Kick-Ass kicked ass.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Ate Pastamania the next day because I was craving for Pasta + Cream of Tomato. (: (: (: Bought loads of random food from different places for dinner because he wanted to watch Man Vs Food and I wanted to watch Wars of the Gods. (: We had Chargilled chicken, chickenballs + chicken skins, Macdonalds + Cheesy noodle thingy and Ruffles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4251705047932065845-5723552507857835135?l=meowloodee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meowloodee.blogspot.com/feeds/5723552507857835135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4251705047932065845&amp;postID=5723552507857835135&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251705047932065845/posts/default/5723552507857835135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251705047932065845/posts/default/5723552507857835135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meowloodee.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-think-i-can-live-like-this-d.html' title='I think I can live like this ;D'/><author><name>Melly.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05273201136603664052</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-4251705047932065845.post-6484652052603175571</id><published>2010-04-26T08:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T03:31:45.543+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Heart Matters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>How about?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;img class="aligncenter" title="When everything seems hopeless" src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kz59y7ssHU1qa5ou2o1_400.jpg" alt="" width="388" height="332" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4251705047932065845-6484652052603175571?l=meowloodee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meowloodee.blogspot.com/feeds/6484652052603175571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4251705047932065845&amp;postID=6484652052603175571&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251705047932065845/posts/default/6484652052603175571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251705047932065845/posts/default/6484652052603175571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meowloodee.blogspot.com/2010/04/how-about.html' title='How about?'/><author><name>Melly.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05273201136603664052</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-4251705047932065845.post-8582497028243987757</id><published>2010-04-23T05:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T03:31:27.373+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dear you'/><title type='text'>Row row row your boat /Edit</title><content type='html'>The best thing about waking up from a bad dream is knowing you're a hug away.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;em&gt;Guess I have been thinking too much of it, and that subconscious mind knows better &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After that night I realize I have been doing so well, I don't ever want to speak of you, I wanted your friends to stop adding me because I feel like I'm being scorn at while they go through that hundreds of pictures. Neither did I want anyone to ask me about you because I don't frigging know and that upsets me because I know, I always know for that 6 years.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;But when I heard that you're going away for X months I didn't know what to think/do because even with pushing you out of my life you I didn't want anything to happen to you. So please. Be safe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4251705047932065845-8582497028243987757?l=meowloodee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meowloodee.blogspot.com/feeds/8582497028243987757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4251705047932065845&amp;postID=8582497028243987757&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251705047932065845/posts/default/8582497028243987757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251705047932065845/posts/default/8582497028243987757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meowloodee.blogspot.com/2010/04/row-row-row-your-boat-edit.html' title='Row row row your boat /Edit'/><author><name>Melly.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05273201136603664052</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-4251705047932065845.post-3858305785518779735</id><published>2010-04-20T09:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T03:31:27.376+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dear you'/><title type='text'>Birthday Boy</title><content type='html'>You know whats hard? Keeping a secret from your bestfriend. For now I'm going to cross my fingers and hope he doesn't scold me when he finally know whats beneath the gift wrappers with golden scotch tape. HAHAHAHAHA. No, I'm serious. My maid helped wrapped them when I saw the golden scotch taped I was...shocked.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Just got back from Suntec with W. Had yummy food at Outback Steakhouse, the potato is orgasmic.(Of course the Melt's potato is still the ultimate potato in my list) {Insert hysterical chain of laughter and feel like a pyscho}. And the cheese fries. O-M-G. I told him we &lt;strong&gt;need&lt;/strong&gt; to stock mountains of cheese and potato in our house. Watched Monga after that, had our director seats though he refer to it as MY directors seat. :\ That being that he's the King today. So yes to everything he says and he better not abuse it.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Oh, I cabbed back with him from Suntec to TiongBahru though that meant midnight charge so I could wish him Happy birthday, first, without the help of technology. :D The uncle stop outside his house promptly at 12am. Nice. :D And he damn sweet, he offered me hex cause he said it'll do my cough good. Nice people make me happy.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;img class="aligncenter" title="LWM" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs445.snc3/25525_325152579474_594989474_3589500_6863073_n.jpg" alt="" width="453" height="604" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;Happy Birthday &lt;em&gt;Liblackpokpokkey&lt;/em&gt;. &amp;lt;3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:left;"&gt;We're going to spend 2 days in the cave, isolate ourselves from this evil place. So hello to two days of awesome-ness.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4251705047932065845-3858305785518779735?l=meowloodee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meowloodee.blogspot.com/feeds/3858305785518779735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4251705047932065845&amp;postID=3858305785518779735&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251705047932065845/posts/default/3858305785518779735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251705047932065845/posts/default/3858305785518779735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meowloodee.blogspot.com/2010/04/birthday-boy.html' title='Birthday Boy'/><author><name>Melly.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05273201136603664052</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-4251705047932065845.post-1702796099051624476</id><published>2010-04-19T08:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T15:04:38.773+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just life'/><title type='text'>Yummy nonsenses</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" class="aligncenter" height="334" src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l0z5uucdOX1qzdr4go1_500.jpg" title="You had me" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brought Sumo over to W's for a miniature Dogs' meet. Like W, Sumo is a puss. He was saying Sumo should be his and YY should be mine. Head down to ECP with the dog for a stroll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mind's with the Girlies(+ W, Clarence, Boon and Daryl) smashing good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" class="alignnone" height="720" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs386.snc3/23579_383647469474_594989474_3950257_453368_n.jpg" title="Mind's" width="520" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Met Mandy, Stan, Ivan, Benj, Ginny and Houe Long at TGIF, catching up while waiting for Shutter Island. It was mind fuckingly good. Then open ended ending was an extremely urgh-movement and many wtf signs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And oh, I started working and I love my job(sorta) because I adore kids. I think they are God's most beautiful/amazing gift to Us. Which sorta makes me regret not studying for O's so my fat ass can land in Early Childhood and makes me wanna kill myself when I say no to doing Psychology, giving me an opportunity to specialize in Children Pysch JUST BECAUSE I was too much of a wuss to leave Singapore alone at the age of 16.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Saturday was over at W's.&amp;nbsp; He rumbled my longest secret kept from him by using Google(+ 3 most generic keywords). &amp;gt;;( He's soooo fucking violent I swear, I got red scratches on me when we wrestle! Anyhow I think I'm more psyched than he is about 20th April.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The cough mixture is kicking in so I'm gonna keep it SHORT. Goodnight teddy bears.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;PS: I need to read! Recommendations people??!??!?!?!?!?!?!?!!?!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Or I'm gonna re-read The Notebook, should I?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4251705047932065845-1702796099051624476?l=meowloodee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meowloodee.blogspot.com/feeds/1702796099051624476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4251705047932065845&amp;postID=1702796099051624476&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251705047932065845/posts/default/1702796099051624476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251705047932065845/posts/default/1702796099051624476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meowloodee.blogspot.com/2010/04/yummy-nonsenses.html' title='Yummy nonsenses'/><author><name>Melly.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05273201136603664052</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4251705047932065845.post-4364769403942756561</id><published>2010-04-17T12:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T03:31:27.387+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dear you'/><title type='text'>L is for</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow we'll official for X months and I know its gonna come out cliche  but I'll still say it &lt;em&gt;with you, it feels like it have been forever.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Looking back a year ago -- I was still grossed out with boys and relationship irks me endlessly. Being happy and being in a relationship; looking for a boy who I think will be worth all the shizz seems impossible. And then I met you. We both swore off the unnecessary troubles/burden relationships comes with but little did we know that the two who swore they were just bestfriend and boys/girls are too troublesome escalated into something so amazing. I know there's still some (alot) of issues with me and  I may seem like I bail out whenever things go off track. Or how all the mushy things (the card example) still ain't getting to me. And another ten thousand and one things....&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;The thing about us isn't always all so glam and clam but I'm glad we always work things out. Sure there' may be downs but what matters is that either one will bring us back even higher than before.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Awhile ago I thought I lost the boy to the stages relationship, but that was just a phase cause we're now better and stronger. Thank you for always giving in to me, providing me with the better things in life, feeding me awesome home cooked, watching lame girly show with me.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;And thought you should know, regardless of whatever happened, I'm sticking with you :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4251705047932065845-4364769403942756561?l=meowloodee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meowloodee.blogspot.com/feeds/4364769403942756561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4251705047932065845&amp;postID=4364769403942756561&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251705047932065845/posts/default/4364769403942756561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251705047932065845/posts/default/4364769403942756561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meowloodee.blogspot.com/2010/04/l-is-for.html' title='L is for'/><author><name>Melly.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05273201136603664052</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4251705047932065845.post-3553961220935628694</id><published>2010-04-15T13:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T03:31:27.393+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just life'/><title type='text'>Guess</title><content type='html'>I was a fool when I said I'm happy with how things are 8/9 months ago. Looking back, this leap of faith was worth every&lt;em&gt; Oh my God what have I gotten myself into.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Also partying is so damn tiring I'm not gonna do it for awhile now, I have no clue how I use to do it at least once a week when I was 17-19. Age is catching up I guess. I'm so damn satisified with the two Hashbrown Darrell and I specially drove to Macdees for. I'm a sucker for fastfood like that. :B&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Need to go shower now. Wish W was up though. ;(((&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4251705047932065845-3553961220935628694?l=meowloodee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meowloodee.blogspot.com/feeds/3553961220935628694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4251705047932065845&amp;postID=3553961220935628694&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251705047932065845/posts/default/3553961220935628694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251705047932065845/posts/default/3553961220935628694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meowloodee.blogspot.com/2010/04/guess.html' title='Guess'/><author><name>Melly.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05273201136603664052</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-4251705047932065845.post-6744602366031127091</id><published>2010-04-14T09:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T03:31:27.394+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just life'/><title type='text'>Today was a fairytale</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today was a fairytale&lt;br/&gt;I wore a dress&lt;br/&gt;You wore a dark grey t-shirt&lt;br/&gt;You told me I was pretty when I looked like a mess&lt;br/&gt;Time slows down whenever you're around&lt;br/&gt;But can you feel this magic in the air?&lt;br/&gt;It must have been the way you kissed me&lt;br/&gt;Fell in love when I saw you standing there&lt;br/&gt;It must have been the way&lt;br/&gt;Today was a fairytale&lt;br/&gt;It must have been the way&lt;br/&gt;Today was a fairytale&lt;br/&gt;Today was a fairytale&lt;br/&gt;You got a smile&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:left;"&gt;Had lunch with Tyler, spend hours munching and catching up. Met W after that caught Whip it and had dinner at &lt;em&gt;Ah Yat Tian Xi&lt;/em&gt;, no idea why but it feels like a place for more "mature" people to dine in. HAHAHAHA. Probably because of the dishes they serve there. Went back over to his to watch TV. And while sending me home we got carried away talking ended up driving to Tuas, literally the end of Singapore. We were so close to the custom. Way longer route, 40 minutes, but enjoyed every minute of it. Hee.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:left;"&gt;Anyway my Bestie, Mandy, thought I wasn't okay yesterday so she decided to tell me a Joke in attempt to cheer me up and said the sweetest thing ever. "What do you do what I'm gone?" she replied "Wait for you to come back". I'm sucker for cheesy stuff. Ahhh :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The other day W and I were talking about how close we are to the small milestone of our relationship. I jokingly said not long enough. But when he told me how long we were dating for I was shocked. :O&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4251705047932065845-6744602366031127091?l=meowloodee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meowloodee.blogspot.com/feeds/6744602366031127091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4251705047932065845&amp;postID=6744602366031127091&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251705047932065845/posts/default/6744602366031127091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251705047932065845/posts/default/6744602366031127091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meowloodee.blogspot.com/2010/04/today-was-fairytale.html' title='Today was a fairytale'/><author><name>Melly.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05273201136603664052</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-4251705047932065845.post-2002750424211446051</id><published>2010-04-12T09:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T03:31:27.395+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just life'/><title type='text'>Omfg /Edit</title><content type='html'>I'm on Kate Spade, yet again. I'm dying. I wish I'm not saving or I'm rich either one though I'd prefer the latter. Sigh. I haven't been taking cab for 1 thousand years as well. Deprived.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Anyhoow. Been spending time over at W's helping him pack his super duper messy table and going through his photo albums with him narrating his life. Caught Date Night as well. My favourite boy brought me to eat Icecream because I had bad stomachache/cramp. Tsk!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Met Jerm, Ivan, Ginny, Mandy, Stanely and Adam over at Tiong Bahru for Supper and the usual nonsenses. (:&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I'm having weird ass craving for Charcoal's beef. Daaamn.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;:(((((((((( Ruinnnnnnn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4251705047932065845-2002750424211446051?l=meowloodee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meowloodee.blogspot.com/feeds/2002750424211446051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4251705047932065845&amp;postID=2002750424211446051&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251705047932065845/posts/default/2002750424211446051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251705047932065845/posts/default/2002750424211446051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meowloodee.blogspot.com/2010/04/omfg-edit.html' title='Omfg /Edit'/><author><name>Melly.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05273201136603664052</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-4251705047932065845.post-4523198421095598145</id><published>2010-04-09T08:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T15:07:36.060+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FML'/><title type='text'>Monsters</title><content type='html'>I should be on my bed, trying to sleep at least. But there's monster..............in my head. Gooodyness. Its gonna be another yesterday. Pfft!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, by the way if you happen to be in the Cinema(s) check this out. {Take a deep breath}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;img class="aligncenter" title="LOL" src="http://www.daemonsmovies.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/03/robert_pattinson_how_to_be_soundtrack.jpg" alt="" width="392" height="392" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1 style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOL LMAO ROFL LOL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pointed at this and laugh, went to eat my MacDonald walked pass it, pointed at it and laugh again. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA. Sorry I had too......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4251705047932065845-4523198421095598145?l=meowloodee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meowloodee.blogspot.com/feeds/4523198421095598145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4251705047932065845&amp;postID=4523198421095598145&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251705047932065845/posts/default/4523198421095598145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251705047932065845/posts/default/4523198421095598145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meowloodee.blogspot.com/2010/04/monsters.html' title='Monsters'/><author><name>Melly.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05273201136603664052</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-4251705047932065845.post-6135388727263171396</id><published>2010-04-09T08:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T03:31:27.399+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just life'/><title type='text'>Once upon a time</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;img class="aligncenter" title="Once upon a time" src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l05lwrw9dU1qar23fo1_500.jpg" alt="" width="500" height="392" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;Met Nicol' today and just like when we were 16, she's still one of the people I'm able to stripe down to nothing but selfish thoughts, explicit actions and taboo topics.  And even with selfish ideas she still has my back. Y'know? :) Relieving times in Krabi -- underage drinking, fagging, riding. Being fucking spontaneous and carefree. Gosh, weren't we fucking foolish we almost died there? But hell, what I wouldn't give to have them back?  Albeit the constant hangover over stupid boys, but other then that we were  really happy kids.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;Yesterday was with the Girlies. OMG, Do I miss them!??!?!?!?!?!?!?!!???!?!?!?!?!?!?!? *Nods*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;Few days back was Railway Mall with Ivan, Stanley, Jerm and Mandy at some closed pub trashing rubbish with drinks and tidbits from 7/11.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;The following day I went over to W's for yummy Shepherd's Pie! (!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!:D~~~!!!!!!!!!!!) Gossip girl + Games + How to Train your dragon!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;= : DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-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/4251705047932065845-6135388727263171396?l=meowloodee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meowloodee.blogspot.com/feeds/6135388727263171396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4251705047932065845&amp;postID=6135388727263171396&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251705047932065845/posts/default/6135388727263171396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251705047932065845/posts/default/6135388727263171396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meowloodee.blogspot.com/2010/04/once-upon-time.html' title='Once upon a time'/><author><name>Melly.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05273201136603664052</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-4251705047932065845.post-5631315098641755791</id><published>2010-04-08T09:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T03:31:27.401+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>RP~</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;img class="aligncenter" title="$$" src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l0imtxHPJi1qzl866o1_400.jpg" alt="" width="400" height="400" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Last UT results were out ten thousand years ago, I'm happy with them. Especially for Macroeconomics and Consumer Psychology but still the overall results were disappointing like the previous ones. &lt;em&gt;Sheesh&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Still the fact that I'm graduating have not sink in yet -- I'm gonna walk across the stage in the hideous robe with both fingers crossed hoping I won't fail.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;My years in RP may not be the greatest but I have met a bunch of awesome people in time I'll never forget. And of course The wonderful-est boy evazxzzzzz.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Bigbig dilemma now :| Need to think of consequences. Ah. Do it and blame myself if it happens? Or just be boring. Goodyness. I hate decisions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4251705047932065845-5631315098641755791?l=meowloodee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meowloodee.blogspot.com/feeds/5631315098641755791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4251705047932065845&amp;postID=5631315098641755791&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251705047932065845/posts/default/5631315098641755791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251705047932065845/posts/default/5631315098641755791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meowloodee.blogspot.com/2010/04/rp.html' title='RP~'/><author><name>Melly.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05273201136603664052</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-4251705047932065845.post-7795269452647200934</id><published>2010-04-05T07:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T03:31:27.403+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dear you'/><title type='text'>Happy place</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;img class="aligncenter" title="Bye" src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l05dkrUtKW1qztsrto1_400.jpg" alt="" width="400" height="400" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;I want to believe you. Make me, please.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;I don't want to stay &lt;em&gt;half heartedly at the bay&lt;/em&gt;, almost always fearing that I'm gonna land straight on my face. That being said, &lt;strong&gt;I'm in a very happy place&lt;/strong&gt;. Well, isn't that why I'm so fucking terrify?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-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/4251705047932065845-7795269452647200934?l=meowloodee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meowloodee.blogspot.com/feeds/7795269452647200934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4251705047932065845&amp;postID=7795269452647200934&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251705047932065845/posts/default/7795269452647200934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251705047932065845/posts/default/7795269452647200934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meowloodee.blogspot.com/2010/04/happy-place.html' title='Happy place'/><author><name>Melly.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05273201136603664052</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-4251705047932065845.post-1033319530735032341</id><published>2010-04-01T04:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T03:31:27.407+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dear you'/><title type='text'>Morning Sunshine</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone" title="Photobooth" src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l02qi9SetS1qa4x49o1_500.jpg" alt="" width="500" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;I hated PDA till I met you. Gosh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4251705047932065845-1033319530735032341?l=meowloodee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meowloodee.blogspot.com/feeds/1033319530735032341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4251705047932065845&amp;postID=1033319530735032341&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251705047932065845/posts/default/1033319530735032341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251705047932065845/posts/default/1033319530735032341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meowloodee.blogspot.com/2010/03/morning-sunshine.html' title='Morning Sunshine'/><author><name>Melly.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05273201136603664052</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4251705047932065845.post-9024703985879727363</id><published>2010-03-30T20:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T03:31:27.409+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Heart Matters'/><title type='text'>Promises</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;img class="aligncenter" title="I won't" src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l00lo1igMJ1qzyrwvo1_400.jpg" alt="" width="360" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;it’s silly but sometimes i make unspoken agreements with people and always assume it’s understood. like how claiming you’re going to call is promising to lay out a bridge between us, and how some kisses are signatures to don’t-break-my-heart contracts, or laying with someone and uncovering your secrets means i’ve-let-you-inside-so-now-let-me-inside or consistently saying you are always going to be there for me when i need you guarantees you-will-always-be-there-for-me-when-i-need-you. but there seems to always be a lack of communication involved and it never quite works out the way i expect it to. and still, i never really learn.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;--52 hearts&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:left;"&gt;Ditched work today because migraine was really bad yesterday. The left side of my head was throbbing the moment I was up till this morning 6!  I have been having migraines for a few days now and yesterday really suck balls cause the entire day I  feel nauseated as well! And I was drench, my shoes were wet. :(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:left;"&gt;Hahahahaha Mandy and I have brain tumors. :\ (I'm googling it right now. Don't tell me I'm lame I know I've got issues :'(. WHERES THE BOYFRIEND NOW!) And the website has pictures of the brain parts. REMIND ME OF BIOLOGY LESSON. Rah&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4251705047932065845-9024703985879727363?l=meowloodee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meowloodee.blogspot.com/feeds/9024703985879727363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4251705047932065845&amp;postID=9024703985879727363&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251705047932065845/posts/default/9024703985879727363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251705047932065845/posts/default/9024703985879727363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meowloodee.blogspot.com/2010/03/promises.html' title='Promises'/><author><name>Melly.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05273201136603664052</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-4251705047932065845.post-2345992399057788618</id><published>2010-03-30T09:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T03:31:27.411+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just life'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I use to think &lt;em&gt;Absence makes the heart fonder&lt;/em&gt; was a whole lot of bull crap. Absence don't make the heart fonder it makes the mind crazier. I hate missing. I didn't get the idea of loving to miss someone. I &lt;strong&gt;hate&lt;/strong&gt; missing someone.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;But, last Thursday was awesome at it's best. Perhaps absences really do make the heart fonder. It was amazing seeing him after a mere 4 days. Sheesh Mel. Grocery window shopping like the old times, caught When in Rome, trash talking, sweet nothing and yummy Chinese food&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Friday was Adam's birthday!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;img class="aligncenter" title="Adam's 21st" src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs476.snc3/26095_378195377540_707767540_4207259_4539634_n.jpg" alt="" width="339" height="525" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone" title="Adam :D" src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs476.snc3/26095_378195387540_707767540_4207261_5171517_n.jpg" alt="" width="391" height="522" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;The boy we know when were we 13, who helped us do dreadful Maths tuition homework and let us copy homework. Who hanged out with us and tolerate our unbearable nonsenses.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;Friday was good. Chilling, beer, talking nonsenses, reminiscences. The last time we were there was to bake cake for Nicol's Birthday. Good times.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone" title="The boys" src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs456.snc3/26095_378195542540_707767540_4207286_4062671_n.jpg" alt="" width="472" height="354" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Saturday was over at W's. Hee. You know? I think I didn't dote on the dog for nothing. She gets so fucking excited when she sees me! :D Big bang, spooning, playing nonsenses games, yummy food, dirtyed his bed. :( I still suck at eating on the bed. Hahahahahahahahahahaahaha.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;3 awesome day in a row! I'm happy. Throbbing headaches. Wished I could articulate better but migraine is killing me. DAAAAMN.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4251705047932065845-2345992399057788618?l=meowloodee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meowloodee.blogspot.com/feeds/2345992399057788618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4251705047932065845&amp;postID=2345992399057788618&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251705047932065845/posts/default/2345992399057788618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251705047932065845/posts/default/2345992399057788618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meowloodee.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-use-to-think-absence-makes-heart.html' title=''/><author><name>Melly.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05273201136603664052</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-4251705047932065845.post-150531857536623427</id><published>2010-03-22T00:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T03:31:45.801+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Heart Matters'/><title type='text'>We all do</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;img class="aligncenter" title="We all do" src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kvtmt31Stw1qzyrwvo1_500.png" alt="" width="500" height="635" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Some, more than others.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4251705047932065845-150531857536623427?l=meowloodee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meowloodee.blogspot.com/feeds/150531857536623427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4251705047932065845&amp;postID=150531857536623427&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251705047932065845/posts/default/150531857536623427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251705047932065845/posts/default/150531857536623427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meowloodee.blogspot.com/2010/03/we-all-do.html' title='We all do'/><author><name>Melly.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05273201136603664052</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-4251705047932065845.post-7604037336691724413</id><published>2010-03-19T08:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T03:31:27.415+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dear you'/><title type='text'>18th (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone" title="Flying club" src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/xqBEXT7QFm508sh6D7ZpEJqao1_500.jpg" alt="" width="500" height="650" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Meowww. My throat is having a party and the crowd is extremely rowdy. ANGRY. ;'( Making my heart and head go bang bang bang. And I do not like the meddy because its making my heart race. THUMP THUMP THUMP. Then I'm like HOT and COLD at the same time. I went over to W's cause today is 18th.. Heee. So I went over and I was complaining to him how my maid don't wanna cook ABC soup for me. (When I'm sick I whine.) Then the boy disappear so I fall asleep. I sleep a lot ah. I practically slept the entire day yesterday.  So when he came in he was taking some bowl thingy. Me being me = Greedy. I'm like WHATS THAT??? He said meddy. So I'm like rah.  Then he passed it to me. GUESS WHAT GUESS WHAT?!?!?!?!?!??!!! ITS ABC SOUP!!!!!!!!!!!! Yay. So I basically watch Greys Anatomy and sleep my day away. :D&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;And I cabbed home. The uncle cheat my money. Took the longlong way. NBTURBAN.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4251705047932065845-7604037336691724413?l=meowloodee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meowloodee.blogspot.com/feeds/7604037336691724413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4251705047932065845&amp;postID=7604037336691724413&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251705047932065845/posts/default/7604037336691724413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251705047932065845/posts/default/7604037336691724413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meowloodee.blogspot.com/2010/03/18th.html' title='18th (:'/><author><name>Melly.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05273201136603664052</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-4251705047932065845.post-7590620544852586070</id><published>2010-03-18T03:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T03:31:27.416+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Heart Matters'/><title type='text'>First</title><content type='html'>&lt;img class="alignnone" title="first" src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kzems6KqAb1qabvjeo1_500.jpg" alt="" width="500" height="315" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4251705047932065845-7590620544852586070?l=meowloodee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meowloodee.blogspot.com/feeds/7590620544852586070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4251705047932065845&amp;postID=7590620544852586070&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251705047932065845/posts/default/7590620544852586070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251705047932065845/posts/default/7590620544852586070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meowloodee.blogspot.com/2010/03/first.html' title='First'/><author><name>Melly.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05273201136603664052</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-4251705047932065845.post-4974004579436788566</id><published>2010-03-17T10:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T03:31:27.418+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dear you'/><title type='text'>(:</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone" title="(:" src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kyg20hnRRT1qzwaddo1_500.jpg" alt="" width="500" height="334" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"I really enjoy spending time with you, even if we’re just going to be sitting around and talking about nothing. There are a million things I love about you, like your nose or the way you smile, the way you look me in the eye, too. And I just get the greatest feeling when I make you laugh. I feel as if my company makes you happy, and that’s what I wish for you. For you to be happy. And when I see you laugh at my clumsy ways, it just makes me want to spend the rest of my life with you so I can see a smile on your face."&lt;br/&gt;@eletheowl&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4251705047932065845-4974004579436788566?l=meowloodee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meowloodee.blogspot.com/feeds/4974004579436788566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4251705047932065845&amp;postID=4974004579436788566&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251705047932065845/posts/default/4974004579436788566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251705047932065845/posts/default/4974004579436788566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meowloodee.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-post.html' title='(:'/><author><name>Melly.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05273201136603664052</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-4251705047932065845.post-2775028394769122849</id><published>2010-03-16T08:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T03:31:27.419+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just life'/><title type='text'>#45465768681</title><content type='html'>We were suppose to head over to Marina Oriental last week but reservation could only be made at 830pm by then we'll die of hunger, nevertheless W brought be there this week. Still, the potato and waffles = orgasmic. I regretted not stuffing myself with the potato though. Sheesh.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Thursday was Etoile VS Woodlands Wellington. W send me to work, met Mandy, Sherry, Jerm and the rest over. Which was great because I get to earn money and see these awesome people. Around 11ish, W texted and said he was outside the Stadium. Wouldn't lie, I was psyched. The luxury of NOT taking public transport especially without having to ask for it. The boy waited for me outside for close to an hour. :(&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Friday, we waited 20 minutes before giving up, the traffic to Suntec because of the IT show is HORRIBLE I can almost die. I would have died by the time we reached the carpark(forgetting about looking for a lot). Took a nap, send his sissy to Jurong Point got to Clementi for yummy food. I swear he knows me well. He was ordering food so I wanted to tell him NOT to order so much because I'm gonna get Popiah and Rojak. Guess what? He came back with both of them. :D Caught Being Human. And omg... I forgot what happened after that.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Saturday was SIM open house with the girlies. :D Hung out with Ivan, Jerm, Stan, Adam and Mandy and Princep street. Y'know I'd do this all the time hands down over clubbing. Seriously! Drank at the bar while Hull VS Arsenal match is on. And the boys crazy idea of fun. By the end of that all of us were sleeping in the car on the way back except for Ivan cause he was driving. ;( He went to work  after sending us home which was 5+. Superman!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Sunday was the...IT show. + Cop out + Lunch at Kuriya + Dinner at Loy Kee (LOL) + Heels like Hell even though there's car cause the parking like far thanks to IT show. NBTB. Went back to change to his Mummy car. HAHAHA. I miss the smell of the car. D:&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;img class="aligncenter" title="Closing" src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs470.ash1/25781_103031913064148_100000720196380_85540_8330080_n.jpg" alt="" width="519" height="344" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4251705047932065845-2775028394769122849?l=meowloodee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meowloodee.blogspot.com/feeds/2775028394769122849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4251705047932065845&amp;postID=2775028394769122849&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251705047932065845/posts/default/2775028394769122849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251705047932065845/posts/default/2775028394769122849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meowloodee.blogspot.com/2010/03/45465768681.html' title='#45465768681'/><author><name>Melly.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05273201136603664052</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-4251705047932065845.post-4188830920707815393</id><published>2010-03-08T05:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T03:31:27.422+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just life'/><title type='text'>But for us, it never is</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;img class="aligncenter" title="never ever" src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kxa1p5aQDF1qazko2o1_400.jpg" alt="" width="400" height="400" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;The happymonsters are extremely adorable they make me wanna squeeeeze W. Whoophoop&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;The other day we were at Crystal Jade, before I asked or said anything at all W pour my bowl of rice onto the plate and asked the waitress for fork and spoon. But instead of say Spankz you. I said why you think I cannot use chopstick ah? But inside I was trying not to explode with glitters(For the 16367475960607978th times). Ahhhhhh. :D&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Last week made me missed Christ Church a lot. Must be the reminiscing with N, A and D. Also of course for a split second of last week MSN conversation with Mandy made me feel like we were still 16 trashing nonsense and talking about things that were absolutely retarded. Ahh. Good times. :') &lt;span style="text-decoration:line-through;"&gt;Am I the only one wishing things could be like how they were?&lt;/span&gt; And also, I haven't been partying for 3-4 months now.. hahahahaha. I don't miss  it at all. Okay I do &lt;strong&gt;rarely&lt;/strong&gt; and not enough to make me wanna go. Too tiring. Geez. I sound like I'm 60.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4251705047932065845-4188830920707815393?l=meowloodee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meowloodee.blogspot.com/feeds/4188830920707815393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4251705047932065845&amp;postID=4188830920707815393&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251705047932065845/posts/default/4188830920707815393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251705047932065845/posts/default/4188830920707815393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meowloodee.blogspot.com/2010/03/but-for-us-it-never-is.html' title='But for us, it never is'/><author><name>Melly.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05273201136603664052</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-4251705047932065845.post-8892512269040778397</id><published>2010-03-07T09:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T03:31:27.424+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just life'/><title type='text'>And thats all it takes</title><content type='html'>Met W today at Suntec for Alice in the Wonderland before that it was a debate between Fish and Co and Crystal Jade. End up settling with Crystal Jade. No dim sum though. :'( So we headed over to Eng Wah for movie(no 3d makes us giddy!), I always preferred GV/Cathay over Eng Wah but today W booked the Directors Seat which was really comfy because its sofa seats with coffee table and ALOT OF LEG SPACES. After that was Jacjac birthday! Cabbed over because W say MRT station is too far. He's so yummy sometimes. (:&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;img class="aligncenter" title="Jacjac!" src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs477.snc3/26150_1380332954806_1426397594_31050647_870878_n.jpg" alt="" width="446" height="298" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone" title="Girlies" src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs082.snc3/15014_345670956686_618756686_3781133_4347115_n.jpg" alt="" width="447" height="296" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Few days back was suppose to hang out with Girly but Darrell called for movieeee, Wolfman. So Nicol, Darrell and Auds end up watching and chilling.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Ohoh and I'm so proud of my doggy. We were playing fetch so I wanted to play with his "chicken" soft toy instead of the tennis ball he stole from me! Grrr. He stole so many of them.. So instead of letting tennis ball lay around he brought his tennis ball to the basket(the place where we kept his toy and brought his chicken over) So smart! Can differentiate Chicken and Ball, also sensible enough to keep his own toys! (: And I miss Yuanyuan. Thanks to SAP I haven't been over to W's for a week he say its 2 week though!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4251705047932065845-8892512269040778397?l=meowloodee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meowloodee.blogspot.com/feeds/8892512269040778397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4251705047932065845&amp;postID=8892512269040778397&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251705047932065845/posts/default/8892512269040778397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251705047932065845/posts/default/8892512269040778397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meowloodee.blogspot.com/2010/03/and-thats-all-it-takes.html' title='And thats all it takes'/><author><name>Melly.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05273201136603664052</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-4251705047932065845.post-2679258235774558684</id><published>2010-03-06T09:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T03:31:27.425+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dear you'/><title type='text'>Tomorrow when I wake up</title><content type='html'>Will  it be like this morning, again?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;img class="aligncenter" title="WAI?!!!!" src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kxlqgly4Q21qao5e1o1_500.jpg" alt="" width="500" height="279" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4251705047932065845-2679258235774558684?l=meowloodee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meowloodee.blogspot.com/feeds/2679258235774558684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4251705047932065845&amp;postID=2679258235774558684&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251705047932065845/posts/default/2679258235774558684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251705047932065845/posts/default/2679258235774558684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meowloodee.blogspot.com/2010/03/tomorrow-when-i-wake-up.html' title='Tomorrow when I wake up'/><author><name>Melly.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05273201136603664052</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-4251705047932065845.post-2980970493634217515</id><published>2010-03-06T08:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T03:31:27.427+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>&amp; tonight I'll seek solace somewhere else</title><content type='html'>Don’t talk to me like you know me. Talk to me like you love me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4251705047932065845-2980970493634217515?l=meowloodee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meowloodee.blogspot.com/feeds/2980970493634217515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4251705047932065845&amp;postID=2980970493634217515&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251705047932065845/posts/default/2980970493634217515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251705047932065845/posts/default/2980970493634217515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meowloodee.blogspot.com/2010/03/tonight-i-seek-solace-somewhere-else.html' title='&amp;amp; tonight I&amp;#39;ll seek solace somewhere else'/><author><name>Melly.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05273201136603664052</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-4251705047932065845.post-4131413295630376022</id><published>2010-03-05T17:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T03:31:27.428+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Weddings</title><content type='html'>http://vimeo.com/5664016&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Needa stop looking at them. Its not even my and I wanna T-T.&lt;em&gt; So low man tick ones&lt;/em&gt;. I can go awwwwwww non-stop. (End up sounding like wolfman)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;http://vimeo.com/7484206&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;OMFG THE GIRL GOT THE BOY A LAMBO. YES THE VRROM VRROOOM.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4251705047932065845-4131413295630376022?l=meowloodee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meowloodee.blogspot.com/feeds/4131413295630376022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4251705047932065845&amp;postID=4131413295630376022&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251705047932065845/posts/default/4131413295630376022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251705047932065845/posts/default/4131413295630376022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meowloodee.blogspot.com/2010/03/weddings.html' title='Weddings'/><author><name>Melly.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05273201136603664052</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-4251705047932065845.post-1446814908402246519</id><published>2010-03-05T06:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T03:31:27.430+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just life'/><title type='text'>Hugs?</title><content type='html'>Should have said something lame like I have never try Double McSpicy like how I said there's shaker fries instead of asking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4251705047932065845-1446814908402246519?l=meowloodee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meowloodee.blogspot.com/feeds/1446814908402246519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4251705047932065845&amp;postID=1446814908402246519&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251705047932065845/posts/default/1446814908402246519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251705047932065845/posts/default/1446814908402246519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meowloodee.blogspot.com/2010/03/hugs.html' title='Hugs?'/><author><name>Melly.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05273201136603664052</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-4251705047932065845.post-5973670461132986667</id><published>2010-03-02T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T03:31:27.431+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just life'/><title type='text'>Sometimes</title><content type='html'>I secretly(now not so secretly anymore) wishes the world would just end, Now. At least I could have escape all the responsibilities first the study loan then the housing loan and my children's education fund/"adults" responsibilities and what not. After which I'll have to worry about my stupid kidney, perpetual headache, liver and all my other body parts that which probably fail by the age of 40.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Then again I wouldn't know how it feels like to wake up every morning to your bestfriend/husband/boyfriend/"soulmate" or whatever you name it. Watching your kids grow, from their first word, step, first boyfriend/girlfriend they bring back.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Agonies. :\\&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;NTS: Need to stop googling about schools/jobs/yadayadayada makes me feel more like a failure. Geez.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4251705047932065845-5973670461132986667?l=meowloodee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meowloodee.blogspot.com/feeds/5973670461132986667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4251705047932065845&amp;postID=5973670461132986667&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251705047932065845/posts/default/5973670461132986667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251705047932065845/posts/default/5973670461132986667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meowloodee.blogspot.com/2010/03/sometimes.html' title='Sometimes'/><author><name>Melly.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05273201136603664052</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-4251705047932065845.post-7245966153358714251</id><published>2010-03-02T05:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T03:31:27.432+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dear you'/><title type='text'>The other day</title><content type='html'>I saw a chocolate fondue so me being me :\ I start drooling but W say we'll get Mandarin Oriental's one instead. Hiakhiak! :D Here I come smashed potato + yummy waffles. Also Characoal's yummy beef! Life is good!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;And 1 more reason why W is awesome, (not only he bring me to yummy places) he cook yummy food when I &lt;em&gt;puppy eyes &lt;/em&gt;him.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Woke up at 8am thanks to him as well. Caught Big Solider after his SAP. Whoopwhoop..&lt;br/&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;Y'know that night before I left for BKK I was online talking to the girlies planning our trips and to-bring-list, W made chicken for himself but ended up tearing chicken into smaller pieces, dipping the sauce and feeding me. I giggled a little, he asked me what was I laughing about. I couldn't answer but boy its been a long time since I feel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt; like this.&lt;/em&gt; Blissful. &lt;em&gt;He probably least deserve the treatment I gave that day, regardless of who I saw.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4251705047932065845-7245966153358714251?l=meowloodee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meowloodee.blogspot.com/feeds/7245966153358714251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4251705047932065845&amp;postID=7245966153358714251&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251705047932065845/posts/default/7245966153358714251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251705047932065845/posts/default/7245966153358714251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meowloodee.blogspot.com/2010/03/other-day.html' title='The other day'/><author><name>Melly.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05273201136603664052</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-4251705047932065845.post-2171417988800438461</id><published>2010-03-01T02:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T03:31:27.434+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just life'/><title type='text'>Hello, shoppping till your leg literally ache</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;img class="aligncenter" title="Airport" src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs514.snc3/26972_325714104997_563354997_3487050_6173862_n.jpg" alt="" width="453" height="455" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;After 3 hours worth of traveling we, finally, reach our hotel.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone" title="Hotel" src="http://i85.photobucket.com/albums/k50/applegine/Day13.jpg" alt="" width="534" height="267" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;One of favourite person from Mars (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone" title="one of my favourite person" src="http://i85.photobucket.com/albums/k50/applegine/Day17.jpg" alt="" width="500" height="333" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;Walked from our Hotel to Platinum Wholesales to MBK. Hahahaa, I must say my sense of direction not bad uh?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone" title="Map reading" src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs465.ash1/25525_324282614474_594989474_3586733_349361_n.jpg" alt="" width="453" height="604" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone" title="MBK" src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs465.ash1/25525_324210739474_594989474_3586282_5273755_n.jpg" alt="" width="499" height="374" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;Whilst walking I saw this and immediately thought of W so! Made one for him so did the other girlies. And they smell damn yummy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone" title="Chocolates!!" src="http://i224.photobucket.com/albums/dd124/ultimate-quiver/cats1-35.jpg" alt="" width="440" height="110" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;After that we tuk tuk-ed down to Suam Lam Night Market, we came back with so much stuff poor Esther and I have to sit on the floor of the tuk tuk. :(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone" title="Tuktuk" src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs465.snc3/25525_324210759474_594989474_3586284_2994968_n.jpg" alt="" width="307" height="410" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;Day 2!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;Chatuchak&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone" title="Chatuchak" src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs465.snc3/25525_324292299474_594989474_3586772_6362657_n.jpg" alt="" width="279" height="372" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone" title="FOOD!" src="http://i224.photobucket.com/albums/dd124/ultimate-quiver/cats10-1.jpg" alt="" width="536" height="268" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone" title="STILL FOOD!" src="http://i224.photobucket.com/albums/dd124/ultimate-quiver/cats11-1.jpg" alt="" width="563" height="211" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;It rained halfway, it sorta flood. :( But but but but but I got a hugged from&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;img class="aligncenter" title="LIWEIMING (:" src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs154.snc3/18155_310612079474_594989474_3533644_1558154_n.jpg" alt="" width="444" height="333" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;Yay! He flew all the way from Singapore to BKK, went to the hotel and cabbed to Chatuchak alone! Regine, Esther and him planned it way back. Hee! :D Happy girl, please. Went back to our hotel to bring my stuffies over to his. And had dinner with the girlies at Platinum. And more shopping!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;Day 3!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone" title="Platinum" src="http://i224.photobucket.com/albums/dd124/ultimate-quiver/cats16.jpg" alt="" width="481" height="169" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone" title="day 3" src="http://i224.photobucket.com/albums/dd124/ultimate-quiver/cats15.jpg" alt="" width="499" height="239" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;Continue shopping, it was bad because we had to go back to the hotel to put back the stuff! From morning till the afternoon we didn't stop. ( I didn't even realize it was lunch time) W came over we had lunch at Fuji restaurant. The beef is AWESOME &lt;em&gt;la&lt;/em&gt;. Went back to the hotel to put my goodies down and headed to MBK. Wanted some authentic Thai food so we went to some Thailand restaurant in Siam Paragon. And got loads of games + dvd (GREYS FUCKING ANATOMY!!!!!!!!!)... And we bought 2000+ baht worth of Thai snacks. HAHAHAHAHAA.Got back to the hotel,  we had room service! Swwwweet and sour pork + Spring rolls + KFC! I still wasn't satisfied with shopping so W and I went to Patong Night Market, that places were filled with loads of sleazy clubs. Even though I didn't buy anything from there it was an eye opener.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;Day 4!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone" title="Before dreamworld" src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs465.snc3/25525_325151984474_594989474_3589437_2582863_n.jpg" alt="" width="544" height="408" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone" title="(:" src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs445.snc3/25525_325151979474_594989474_3589436_5344838_n.jpg" alt="" width="314" height="419" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone" title="DREAMWORLD" src="http://i85.photobucket.com/albums/k50/applegine/IMG_3562.jpg" alt="" width="524" height="392" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;(Made me sad a little because the last time I was there my Mama was still alive and she was the one who accompanied me sit those rides. My courage was trained by her and my uncle. HAHAHA)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone" title="dreamworld" src="http://i224.photobucket.com/albums/dd124/ultimate-quiver/cats26.jpg" alt="" width="538" height="538" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone" title="Dreamworld" src="http://i224.photobucket.com/albums/dd124/ultimate-quiver/cats27.jpg" alt="" width="530" height="397" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;Played Carnival games, Viking, Go Cart, Fed the goats/elephants +++++++++++++ = Awesome + 1 teddy bear and 2 keychain&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;After that W and I went over to MBK (again) in search of the legendary icecream(failed). Nevermind! We had yummy icecream at Swensens! Wished Singapore's has as much variety! Pfft. Bought fuck a lot of road side food!(Taste of Thailand!!!) HAHAHAHAHA. Fried rice, fried chicken, pad thai, KFC, Dunking dounts, Chicken sticks, Yadayanadayada.. our hands were filled food!!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;Day 4!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;I almost thought I was gonna be killed or something because Mr evil looking tuktuk driver brought us to the small alley that was empty!!!!!! Phewww when he turned out back to the main road and wanted to made an illegal turn Mr police man blew the whistle! HAHAHAHA. We also caught a movie Percy Jackson and the Lightning thief. And in the mist of the commercial before the movie started the started playing a clip regard the King and suddenly everybody stood up scare the hell out of me because I thought eh? The movie ended uh? HAHAHAHAHAA. But actually they stood up to pay respect. After that W and I went to play the hook hook machine!!! Manage to got 1 Cookie monster . (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone" title="A&amp;amp;W~" src="http://i224.photobucket.com/albums/dd124/ultimate-quiver/cats30.jpg" alt="" width="462" height="346" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;A&amp;amp;W!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;Finally touched down made W waited for an hour! :( Sorry. Had Swensens because his greedy girlfriend was hungry(yet again) He gave me another 2 soft toy!(Was given by Singapore Airlines because his "TV" wasn't working) HAHAHAHAHA.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;Overall I had fun with the girlies and appreciate W flying to BKK alone and back to Singapore alone as well. My legs were honestly aching for 3 days straight from shoppping!!!! Love y'all fatties very very much! :D Hahahaha and W was shocked by my ability to go down get breakfast for us(+ shopping) going back within less than 15 minutes was food and dresssses. HAHAHAHA. Thanks.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4251705047932065845-2171417988800438461?l=meowloodee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meowloodee.blogspot.com/feeds/2171417988800438461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4251705047932065845&amp;postID=2171417988800438461&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251705047932065845/posts/default/2171417988800438461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251705047932065845/posts/default/2171417988800438461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meowloodee.blogspot.com/2010/02/hello-shoppping-till-your-leg-literally.html' title='Hello, shoppping till your leg literally ache'/><author><name>Melly.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05273201136603664052</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-4251705047932065845.post-2684104501632034865</id><published>2010-02-27T07:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T03:31:27.437+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Heart Matters'/><title type='text'>Undeserving</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;You always came and went like the seasons and like my favorite one, I was always left waiting, wanting, wishing you would come back sooner than later. Before I knew it, years flew by and the last vision I have of us is making love in the back seat of your car. But it wasn’t meant to be love, although there was always a hint of it hidden behind my eyes. (I wish you had better sight). Why do I make such destructive choices? It’s not right, it’s so wrong. And somehow, you had a way of convincing me without saying a word at all. I guess that’s how first loves will always be. They’ll always have that secret passageway into your heart — a way of sneaking into your skin, hiding under your ribs, and staying there forever. And I always knew that meant I was getting myself into trouble.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I must have jinxed myself saying I'm more than fine (yesterday's post) seeing the cocky me Karma decided to give me a big fat reality slap. Thanks Karma for letting me know..&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After the wishing I could disappear or disintegrate into million of pieces.. it was a series of self doubt, the never understanding why would wasn't I enough. And most importantly why would W love someone like me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4251705047932065845-2684104501632034865?l=meowloodee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meowloodee.blogspot.com/feeds/2684104501632034865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4251705047932065845&amp;postID=2684104501632034865&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251705047932065845/posts/default/2684104501632034865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251705047932065845/posts/default/2684104501632034865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meowloodee.blogspot.com/2010/02/undeserving.html' title='Undeserving'/><author><name>Melly.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05273201136603664052</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-4251705047932065845.post-7217430530295717518</id><published>2010-02-25T06:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T03:31:27.441+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dear you'/><title type='text'>Thought you should know</title><content type='html'>If you are going to fall in love with me, it’s only fair that you know what you are falling in love with.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You are falling in love with my insecurities, and my obsession with trying to figure out what everyone thinks of me. You are falling in love with my immaturity, my constant need to feel loved and appreciated, my overactive tear ducts, my internet obsession, my tendency to be too clingy. You fall in love with my troubled past, and my hopes and dreams, and how I’m a hopeless romantic at heart. If you fall in love with me, you fall in love with my self-hate and all my imperfections and my perception that nobody could ever love me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;But, you are also falling in love with the way my eyes will smile when I’m with you, the way I’ll text you in the mornings just telling you I hope you have a great day. You’re falling in love with the occasionally humorous and/or thought-provoking things I say, and the way I blush when people ask me about you. &lt;strong&gt;But to me, the most important thing will be that you are falling in love with me, despite my thinking that it is impossible.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Taken from Tumblr&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4251705047932065845-7217430530295717518?l=meowloodee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meowloodee.blogspot.com/feeds/7217430530295717518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4251705047932065845&amp;postID=7217430530295717518&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251705047932065845/posts/default/7217430530295717518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251705047932065845/posts/default/7217430530295717518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meowloodee.blogspot.com/2010/02/thought-you-should-know.html' title='Thought you should know'/><author><name>Melly.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05273201136603664052</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-4251705047932065845.post-1998014192970397482</id><published>2010-02-24T11:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T03:31:27.442+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just life'/><title type='text'>Guess who flew 883.93 miles alone to surprise me? :D</title><content type='html'>And yes, orsum time with BFFFs. Now I'm gonna go sniff my bed and hug Sumo to sleep. Taaaa!!!!! : )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4251705047932065845-1998014192970397482?l=meowloodee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meowloodee.blogspot.com/feeds/1998014192970397482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4251705047932065845&amp;postID=1998014192970397482&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251705047932065845/posts/default/1998014192970397482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251705047932065845/posts/default/1998014192970397482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meowloodee.blogspot.com/2010/02/guess-who-flew-88393-miles-alone-to.html' title='Guess who flew 883.93 miles alone to surprise me? :D'/><author><name>Melly.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05273201136603664052</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4251705047932065845.post-519565348924805926</id><published>2010-02-18T08:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T03:31:27.446+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just life'/><title type='text'>All that I've missed</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;img class="aligncenter" title="Last UT" src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs157.snc3/18472_288991976491_747211491_3388528_2312617_n.jpg" alt="" width="486" height="364" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;For Macroeconomic it was an extremely close shave. Why? Because I woke up at 8 for a 8.30am UT. I have got superwoman speed I know. (: Thats why W say I'm superwoman. Heehee. Anyhoo, I'm done done done with school. And I finished my Consumer Psychology paper within 30minutes I had to try and concentrate(failed) and left class 10 minutes later leaving the class 50 minutes in advance. Yummy. Wait till I see my results I'll give myself one tight slap.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;img class="aligncenter" title="Mayu's last day" src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs134.snc3/18155_302199009474_594989474_3497642_3336478_n.jpg" alt="" width="480" height="360" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;Last day of UT, which we girls all coincidentally wore black. Our fats have got telepathy!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;img class="aligncenter" title="Mayu" src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs134.snc3/18155_302201314474_594989474_3497657_4455577_n.jpg" alt="" width="526" height="395" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;My first China friend. I'll never forget the day he begged me to stop speaking Chinese. Muahahahahaha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone" title="Mayu" src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs134.snc3/18155_302201329474_594989474_3497660_7635711_n.jpg" alt="" width="474" height="355" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;Had yummy Swensens for dinner Cottage pie(but W's beat em' hands down) and my favourite Sticky Chewy Chocolate! Yummmy! Then W dropped us home. Hehehehehe (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:left;"&gt;Stayed over on the 14th and 15th at W's, brought Sumo along to  meet Yuanyuan. (: Caught Valentine day and Yuki Yaki which made us miss Characoal so much more. Geez. Do I hate CNY? Long queues and sucky food. Went over to Angpao river thingy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4251705047932065845-519565348924805926?l=meowloodee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meowloodee.blogspot.com/feeds/519565348924805926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4251705047932065845&amp;postID=519565348924805926&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251705047932065845/posts/default/519565348924805926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251705047932065845/posts/default/519565348924805926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meowloodee.blogspot.com/2010/02/all-that-i-missed.html' title='All that I&amp;#39;ve missed'/><author><name>Melly.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05273201136603664052</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-4251705047932065845.post-2400259820602330346</id><published>2010-02-15T05:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T03:31:27.448+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just life'/><title type='text'>Happy angpao day and 14th Feb! :D</title><content type='html'>Yesterday we made up for all the cheap thrills we forgo earlier this year. Though to Jerm's dismay he did not get to throw any wine bottle but driving through Lim Chu Kang into some farm, some seemingly never ending streets Neo Tiew road.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;img class="aligncenter" title="Whuut" src="http://i58.photobucket.com/albums/g279/jiatlormee/Lomo%20LC-A/x-process/fujichrome%20trebi/F1000022.jpg" alt="" width="400" height="268" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;Credits to: http://lomotion.20.forumer.com/a/neo-tiew-village-abandoned_post1496.html&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:left;"&gt;I think this was what Ivan saw. HAHAHAHA. And the stray dogs chased after the car, scare the shit out of us please? I never stop holding Mandy's hand through out. Its definitely nice knowing despite not seeing each other for the longest, the laughter never ceased.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:left;"&gt;And W say I choose to pop out at the wrong time because Christmas --&amp;gt; Birthday --&amp;gt; Valentine days. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4251705047932065845-2400259820602330346?l=meowloodee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meowloodee.blogspot.com/feeds/2400259820602330346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4251705047932065845&amp;postID=2400259820602330346&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251705047932065845/posts/default/2400259820602330346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251705047932065845/posts/default/2400259820602330346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meowloodee.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-angpao-day-and-14th-feb-d.html' title='Happy angpao day and 14th Feb! :D'/><author><name>Melly.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05273201136603664052</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-4251705047932065845.post-2457995509315898729</id><published>2010-02-13T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T03:31:27.451+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Heart Matters'/><title type='text'>Indefinitely</title><content type='html'>I keep reminding myself of the previous post especially the part where I said I'll stop holding expectations. I'll stop thinking that things you did you'll still do them.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;But &lt;strong&gt;sometimes&lt;/strong&gt; I can't stop feeling unworthy of your affections.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I know when I'm being over-sensitive but I also know when you stop doing what you do. And no I do not expect you to do everything you use to do. Instance you used to wake up on my school days just to talk to me for a bit. That I don't feel that you should still do 'cause its insane at its best. But when you said you'll text me when tomorrow I want to you to do it because thats what you used to do. You'd text me when you wakey or you'd no matter what say goodnight and I love you. I use to feel like I don't have to fight for your attention, of course I'm not saying I want it 24/7 but these days whenever I talk it feels like you're never interested. Whenever we used to talk I'd never have to wait for you reply and no I do not expect you to reply instantly but it feels as though you never do anymore. To be honest, I never was expecting a relationship to be like ours. I wasn't even expecting to be in one. But now that I have gotten use to it, the relationship change its direction.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;At times I'd blame myself, thinking all the fights we have made you love me less. And so many times I wanted to ask but I won't because that might just be the next reason why we fight. Never have I want to come across as insecure and clingy and I was never.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Then again.......... &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;over sensitive.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4251705047932065845-2457995509315898729?l=meowloodee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meowloodee.blogspot.com/feeds/2457995509315898729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4251705047932065845&amp;postID=2457995509315898729&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251705047932065845/posts/default/2457995509315898729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251705047932065845/posts/default/2457995509315898729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meowloodee.blogspot.com/2010/02/indefinitely.html' title='Indefinitely'/><author><name>Melly.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05273201136603664052</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-4251705047932065845.post-1854409213381579143</id><published>2010-02-12T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T03:31:27.453+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Heart Matters'/><title type='text'>Hi Bestfriend,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;“It seems to me that the best relationships, the ones that last, are frequently the ones rooted in friendship. You know, one day you look at the person and you see something more than the night before, like a switch has been flicked somewhere, and the person who was just a friend is suddenly the only person you can ever imagine yourself with.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;»  The X-Files&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&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/4251705047932065845-1854409213381579143?l=meowloodee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meowloodee.blogspot.com/feeds/1854409213381579143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4251705047932065845&amp;postID=1854409213381579143&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251705047932065845/posts/default/1854409213381579143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251705047932065845/posts/default/1854409213381579143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meowloodee.blogspot.com/2010/02/hi-bestfriend.html' title='Hi Bestfriend,'/><author><name>Melly.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05273201136603664052</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-4251705047932065845.post-8784942219061398633</id><published>2010-02-12T09:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T03:31:27.454+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just life'/><title type='text'>Time to wake up</title><content type='html'>&lt;img class="alignnone" title="only way" src="http://l.yimg.com/g/images/spaceball.gif" alt="" width="1" height="1" /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;img class="aligncenter" title="Expectation VS Reality" src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kw3dg34M1K1qzpm7po1_400.jpg" alt="" width="392" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4251705047932065845-8784942219061398633?l=meowloodee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meowloodee.blogspot.com/feeds/8784942219061398633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4251705047932065845&amp;postID=8784942219061398633&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251705047932065845/posts/default/8784942219061398633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251705047932065845/posts/default/8784942219061398633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meowloodee.blogspot.com/2010/02/time-to-wake-up.html' title='Time to wake up'/><author><name>Melly.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05273201136603664052</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-4251705047932065845.post-3571258710096039171</id><published>2010-02-11T09:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T03:31:27.456+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FML'/><title type='text'>De-ja-mother-fucking-vue</title><content type='html'>Its like I saw that coming.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4251705047932065845-3571258710096039171?l=meowloodee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meowloodee.blogspot.com/feeds/3571258710096039171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4251705047932065845&amp;postID=3571258710096039171&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251705047932065845/posts/default/3571258710096039171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251705047932065845/posts/default/3571258710096039171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meowloodee.blogspot.com/2010/02/de-ja-mother-fucking-vue.html' title='De-ja-mother-fucking-vue'/><author><name>Melly.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05273201136603664052</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-4251705047932065845.post-546781104120880114</id><published>2010-02-11T05:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T03:31:27.457+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Heart Matters'/><title type='text'>Still trying</title><content type='html'>I used to tug your shirt whenever I needed reassurance because with you actions always speak louder than words.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;You pushing away the stray strand of hair away from my face and how you always kiss my favourite spot to be kissed, or how every red light was an excuse for you to slip a kiss. And the way your hand will always find me whilst driving round in circles before actually driving me home. How everyday without fail you'd say I love you. Or how easily you charmed me with your words. Like how you couldn't get your hands off me in the most innocent way. And that how frequent you'd come down to Woody because you miss me that much. Most importantly how I feel like I'm on cloud 900 whenever I'm with you.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br/&gt;So hopefully you'll just look back and think of it as a Melody's demanding phase, while I'll look back at this transition, laughing at how I always let my insecure heart get the best of me. And be glad we were back to how we were, or even better. And I'll be able to get rid of &lt;em&gt;it&lt;/em&gt;*.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;em&gt;For now,  I'll just hope that this wouldn't bring you away. Just because I wanna grow old with you.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;;DD&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was built up this way, to pick up changes, even the little ones because those meant something. Its like the dead end sign, the prepare to get your heart smashed sign. The prepare to get disappointed sign. As much as I wanted this to end when the relationship end it didn't. Its something I learned, a die hard habit and kicking it away just isn't as easy.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4251705047932065845-546781104120880114?l=meowloodee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meowloodee.blogspot.com/feeds/546781104120880114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4251705047932065845&amp;postID=546781104120880114&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251705047932065845/posts/default/546781104120880114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251705047932065845/posts/default/546781104120880114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meowloodee.blogspot.com/2010/02/still-trying.html' title='Still trying'/><author><name>Melly.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05273201136603664052</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-4251705047932065845.post-4516162748572715785</id><published>2010-02-11T03:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T03:31:27.458+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just life'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I worked so hard to built these up but you worked yourself in with those charming words so easily. Its no wonder I'm scared.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4251705047932065845-4516162748572715785?l=meowloodee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meowloodee.blogspot.com/feeds/4516162748572715785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4251705047932065845&amp;postID=4516162748572715785&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251705047932065845/posts/default/4516162748572715785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251705047932065845/posts/default/4516162748572715785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meowloodee.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-worked-so-hard-to-built-these-up-but.html' title=''/><author><name>Melly.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05273201136603664052</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-4251705047932065845.post-503017975468902930</id><published>2010-02-10T08:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T03:31:27.459+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just life'/><title type='text'>Operant Condition</title><content type='html'>I was taught to be this way that the little changes meant something(dreadful). More than anyone I wish I could get rid of it when the &lt;em&gt;it &lt;/em&gt;ended, but &lt;em&gt;it&lt;/em&gt; didn't and I don't know how to stop it.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And more than most of the time I wish I was a little more oblivious and perhaps ignorant. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;PS: W said Potato on Thursday! :D Yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4251705047932065845-503017975468902930?l=meowloodee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meowloodee.blogspot.com/feeds/503017975468902930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4251705047932065845&amp;postID=503017975468902930&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251705047932065845/posts/default/503017975468902930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251705047932065845/posts/default/503017975468902930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meowloodee.blogspot.com/2010/02/operant-condition.html' title='Operant Condition'/><author><name>Melly.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05273201136603664052</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-4251705047932065845.post-7392105230118765427</id><published>2010-02-09T09:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T03:31:27.460+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just life'/><title type='text'>3 more!</title><content type='html'>Finally done my CNY shopping, did it all in one night. (Well, not exactly done but I gotta make do. UT week. Spoiler!) I don't have enough shoes, dresses, bags, bra and undies. (!!) Nehmind I'll do CNY shopping x10 after 19th February. *Wink wink at BFFFs.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Craving for W's roasted potato. :( Damnnnn. Did I mention Saturday's  dinner was orsum? Steak + Cheese chicken thingy + Roasted potato. Yummy!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;P/S: In need of serious massage. :( Aching from walking. Mommy says I'm too fussy and stubborn.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;And ouuh. I miss Mandy, Jec and Nicky. Meeaowwww&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;{Removed.}&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4251705047932065845-7392105230118765427?l=meowloodee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meowloodee.blogspot.com/feeds/7392105230118765427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4251705047932065845&amp;postID=7392105230118765427&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251705047932065845/posts/default/7392105230118765427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251705047932065845/posts/default/7392105230118765427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meowloodee.blogspot.com/2010/02/3-more.html' title='3 more!'/><author><name>Melly.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05273201136603664052</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-4251705047932065845.post-800125880246109808</id><published>2010-02-08T06:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T03:31:27.461+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just life'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Type, click, look, read, laugh..realize you shouldn't half amaze by how overwhelming it was.. it start sinking and ouch, wow it still hurts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4251705047932065845-800125880246109808?l=meowloodee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meowloodee.blogspot.com/feeds/800125880246109808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4251705047932065845&amp;postID=800125880246109808&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251705047932065845/posts/default/800125880246109808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251705047932065845/posts/default/800125880246109808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meowloodee.blogspot.com/2010/02/type-click-look-read-laugh.html' title=''/><author><name>Melly.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05273201136603664052</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-4251705047932065845.post-4093890204858081789</id><published>2010-02-07T05:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T03:31:27.462+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just life'/><title type='text'>Stu....what?</title><content type='html'>W is out in the kitchen cooking dinner (Y) while I'm suppose to be studying. But..........&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Anyhow, studying was less productive then expected but I had fun(understatement). Playing Plant and Zombie, Popcapsgames, watching top chefs and big bang, literally chased him down 10 storey flights of stair and running around the condo. Kthx.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Was in school for less than 15minutes yesterday cabbed down to TiongBahru, had buffet at Charcoal. Yummy beef! Super bad cramps had to call cab because there wasn't any cabs on the stupid mofo streets. &amp;gt;;(  Back to Woody! And had diarrhea ;(((((((((((((((&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Hahahahaha, got to go make the rest of the night productive. Damn! Dinner ready in a while. (I just heard the stomach screaming! Whoopwhoop)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4251705047932065845-4093890204858081789?l=meowloodee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meowloodee.blogspot.com/feeds/4093890204858081789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4251705047932065845&amp;postID=4093890204858081789&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251705047932065845/posts/default/4093890204858081789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251705047932065845/posts/default/4093890204858081789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meowloodee.blogspot.com/2010/02/stuwhat.html' title='Stu....what?'/><author><name>Melly.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05273201136603664052</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-4251705047932065845.post-1170272413150521278</id><published>2010-02-04T11:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T03:31:27.463+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Heart Matters'/><title type='text'>New old /Edit</title><content type='html'>I spend 23 hours a day wondering whether we’re wrong for each other, wondering whether we’ve got the energy that we need to get through everything that we seem to get into, whether the baggage we both bring would sink a small ship. But in the 24th hour, I realize I’ve been thinking about you for 23 hours. &lt;strong&gt;There’s something about you I can’t stay away from. Something about you, that makes me want to love you. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;And today you proved me right, its worth it.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;/And the call that I have been dreading came (earlier then expected). And I'm not very pleased. HAHAHAHAHA. I'm gonna be selfish and hope he doesn't pass because his weekends are mine okay!!!!! And I have got myopia, as far as I can see him enlisting earlier = bad. (Despite the fact that it mean the 2 years would end earlier as well.) BUT STILL. Urgh.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;And also, everyone else started studying except for me! And I studied for the wrong thing instead of double checking! Urgh! Hate maaa life. HAHAHAH kidding I'm actually quite happy but I can't concentrate! 15*4=45 topics Mel!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4251705047932065845-1170272413150521278?l=meowloodee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meowloodee.blogspot.com/feeds/1170272413150521278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4251705047932065845&amp;postID=1170272413150521278&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251705047932065845/posts/default/1170272413150521278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251705047932065845/posts/default/1170272413150521278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meowloodee.blogspot.com/2010/02/new-old-edit.html' title='New old /Edit'/><author><name>Melly.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05273201136603664052</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4251705047932065845.post-3428876885674324677</id><published>2010-02-03T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T03:31:27.465+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just life'/><title type='text'>In between now and then</title><content type='html'>There's Luke Birthday&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;img class="aligncenter" title="Luke Birthday" src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs228.snc3/21555_255743134474_594989474_3333058_400414_n.jpg" alt="" width="470" height="352" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;img class="aligncenter" title="Luke Birthday" src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs208.snc3/21555_255742974474_594989474_3333043_5009631_n.jpg" alt="" width="489" height="366" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:left;"&gt;Prior to that, I went over to W's first then we cabbed over earlier to help Luke. (Though help wasn't needed) Thank God Gine and Esther came to the rescue though! HAHAHAHA I was feeling almost bored to tears with the boys. :X&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:left;"&gt;Then ditched school(yet again) met the girlies for shopping and FOOD. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;img class="aligncenter" title="bfffs" src="http://i566.photobucket.com/albums/ss110/reginexav/nbjbjn.jpg" alt="" width="601" height="534" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:left;"&gt;With a lot of W's inbetween in which I can't remember. But I know for sure I was having a good time. (Yes, even the sleeping counts) Yesterday both of us couldn't wake up for school so we went over to Cityhall area caught Law abiding citizen and had dinner at ECP. Meowwww! And yesa! Before movie we went over to Changing Appetites as promises because menses = Ice cream! HAHAHA. Cookie monster mud pie + Nacho cheese beef + Brownie! I can die a Happy kid. HEHEHEHEHEHEHE. And ya! Home cooked food last Saturday(Yummy beef stew and blackpepper) + HYIYM marathon + loads of sleeping. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4251705047932065845-3428876885674324677?l=meowloodee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meowloodee.blogspot.com/feeds/3428876885674324677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4251705047932065845&amp;postID=3428876885674324677&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251705047932065845/posts/default/3428876885674324677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251705047932065845/posts/default/3428876885674324677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meowloodee.blogspot.com/2010/02/in-between-now-and-then.html' title='In between now and then'/><author><name>Melly.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05273201136603664052</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-4251705047932065845.post-8466684911401472967</id><published>2010-02-03T11:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T03:31:27.466+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>You should know..</title><content type='html'>And you, I love you. More than I should. More then I ever allowed myself to feel for you. But if you think its not worth it anymore… I’ll understand. I know things could be better out of this. But what can I say? Yes! We’re one big fucking disaster and yes my life would be a whole load easier if I walk out. Walk away now. But the thing is that I already know.. Nothing is ever gonna come as close as how happy when I’m with you. That’s why I’m here. I love you, no matter how difficult things are. I want to spend the rest of my life with you.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;But, is it the same with you? Is this still worth it?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I'm not saying this because I'm fine if you leave. Nor am I asking you to. But it seems to me all I'm capable of these days is making you upset. Making you angry. And all this put a strain onto this relationship. For me, this is always worth it. I'm just not so sure if you still think this is worth it anymore..&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;//&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Can we just start over, rewind, back to the happier times. We'll compromise like what you said earlier on and stop getting angry/upset with each other. We'll do this over, Okay, baby?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4251705047932065845-8466684911401472967?l=meowloodee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meowloodee.blogspot.com/feeds/8466684911401472967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4251705047932065845&amp;postID=8466684911401472967&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251705047932065845/posts/default/8466684911401472967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251705047932065845/posts/default/8466684911401472967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meowloodee.blogspot.com/2010/02/you-should-know.html' title='You should know..'/><author><name>Melly.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05273201136603664052</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-4251705047932065845.post-6179530527646221206</id><published>2010-01-31T08:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T03:31:27.467+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just life'/><title type='text'>And it still takes my breathe away</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;img class="aligncenter" title="After all this time" src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kp0jgvO2mx1qzwnxho1_400.jpg" alt="" width="400" height="300" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I think I can finally sleep well today. (Y) Actually I have  been sleeping(well) since evening(especially with W around). Back to sleep. Goodnight kiddos. Need to replenish for 3 days loss of sleep!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4251705047932065845-6179530527646221206?l=meowloodee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meowloodee.blogspot.com/feeds/6179530527646221206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4251705047932065845&amp;postID=6179530527646221206&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251705047932065845/posts/default/6179530527646221206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251705047932065845/posts/default/6179530527646221206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meowloodee.blogspot.com/2010/01/and-it-still-takes-my-breathe-away.html' title='And it still takes my breathe away'/><author><name>Melly.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05273201136603664052</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-4251705047932065845.post-6249443869885733218</id><published>2010-01-30T09:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T03:31:27.469+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FML'/><title type='text'>W-less</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;img class="aligncenter" title="Sometimes" src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kx09lktKpW1qa12q9o1_500.png" alt="" width="500" height="300" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:left;"&gt;Maybe its true, maybe its me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4251705047932065845-6249443869885733218?l=meowloodee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meowloodee.blogspot.com/feeds/6249443869885733218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4251705047932065845&amp;postID=6249443869885733218&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251705047932065845/posts/default/6249443869885733218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251705047932065845/posts/default/6249443869885733218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meowloodee.blogspot.com/2010/01/w-less.html' title='W-less'/><author><name>Melly.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05273201136603664052</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-4251705047932065845.post-641308840954629625</id><published>2010-01-29T17:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T03:31:27.470+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FML'/><title type='text'>Suparwoooooman</title><content type='html'>And y'know I wouldn't mind putting up with it, even for a long time. But what hurt most was that knowing I tried.... its still futile, or worst.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I still think I'm superwoman. I slept last than 2 hours for both today and yesterday. (Y) I'm gonna binge binge binge binge binge like a fat kid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4251705047932065845-641308840954629625?l=meowloodee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meowloodee.blogspot.com/feeds/641308840954629625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4251705047932065845&amp;postID=641308840954629625&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251705047932065845/posts/default/641308840954629625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251705047932065845/posts/default/641308840954629625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meowloodee.blogspot.com/2010/01/suparwoooooman.html' title='Suparwoooooman'/><author><name>Melly.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05273201136603664052</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-4251705047932065845.post-2473111716139765979</id><published>2010-01-28T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T03:31:27.471+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just life'/><title type='text'>Guilt</title><content type='html'>Cramps is a complete bitch by the way. I think its a punishment for PMS. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4251705047932065845-2473111716139765979?l=meowloodee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meowloodee.blogspot.com/feeds/2473111716139765979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4251705047932065845&amp;postID=2473111716139765979&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251705047932065845/posts/default/2473111716139765979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251705047932065845/posts/default/2473111716139765979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meowloodee.blogspot.com/2010/01/guilt.html' title='Guilt'/><author><name>Melly.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05273201136603664052</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-4251705047932065845.post-877862509201694771</id><published>2010-01-27T08:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T03:31:45.833+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Coke = Happiness!!!!</title><content type='html'>WHY SINGAPORE DON'T HAVE?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;      &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lqT_dPApj9U"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;      &lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;      &lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lqT_dPApj9U;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;      &lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4251705047932065845-877862509201694771?l=meowloodee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meowloodee.blogspot.com/feeds/877862509201694771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4251705047932065845&amp;postID=877862509201694771&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251705047932065845/posts/default/877862509201694771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251705047932065845/posts/default/877862509201694771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meowloodee.blogspot.com/2010/01/coke-happiness.html' title='Coke = Happiness!!!!'/><author><name>Melly.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05273201136603664052</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-4251705047932065845.post-2755663802046425223</id><published>2010-01-27T08:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T03:31:27.473+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Something to think about</title><content type='html'>&lt;img class="alignnone" title="mm" src="http://s.buzzfed.com/static/imagebuzz/terminal01/2009/12/26/1/20-things-that-happen-in-1-minute-23511-1261809878-3.jpg" alt="" width="435" height="2000" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4251705047932065845-2755663802046425223?l=meowloodee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meowloodee.blogspot.com/feeds/2755663802046425223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4251705047932065845&amp;postID=2755663802046425223&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251705047932065845/posts/default/2755663802046425223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251705047932065845/posts/default/2755663802046425223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meowloodee.blogspot.com/2010/01/something-to-think-about.html' title='Something to think about'/><author><name>Melly.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05273201136603664052</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-4251705047932065845.post-5407845369919064191</id><published>2010-01-25T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T03:31:27.475+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just life'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes, it feels as though its cons&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4251705047932065845-5407845369919064191?l=meowloodee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meowloodee.blogspot.com/feeds/5407845369919064191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4251705047932065845&amp;postID=5407845369919064191&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251705047932065845/posts/default/5407845369919064191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251705047932065845/posts/default/5407845369919064191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meowloodee.blogspot.com/2010/01/sometimes-it-feels-as-though-its-cons.html' title=''/><author><name>Melly.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05273201136603664052</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-4251705047932065845.post-5992094815254928605</id><published>2010-01-22T09:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T03:31:27.476+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Heart Matters'/><title type='text'>(:</title><content type='html'>Laughing fits + Driving thru Macdees + Singing along with songs on the Radio + Massage + How I met your Mother + And talking about nothing = Worth the 1 week wait, Thanks to FYP.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;PS: Love that you still hold my hand while driving. (:&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;PPS: Thank you for being my bestfriend!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;http://www.katespade.com/product/index.jsp?productId=3836348 :( I'd ditch my wallet for this anytime!!!!!!!!!!!!  :( :( :( ;( Kattteeeee spadeee :''''''( Then again, I'm pretty happy with my red Pierce Cardin. Meowww&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4251705047932065845-5992094815254928605?l=meowloodee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meowloodee.blogspot.com/feeds/5992094815254928605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4251705047932065845&amp;postID=5992094815254928605&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251705047932065845/posts/default/5992094815254928605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251705047932065845/posts/default/5992094815254928605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meowloodee.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post_21.html' title='(:'/><author><name>Melly.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05273201136603664052</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-4251705047932065845.post-1246693975521620693</id><published>2010-01-21T08:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T03:31:27.478+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>To do list</title><content type='html'>&lt;img class="alignnone" title="get this back" src="http://10.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kwicb1y0IF1qzr5kvo1_500.jpg" alt="" width="500" height="375" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4251705047932065845-1246693975521620693?l=meowloodee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meowloodee.blogspot.com/feeds/1246693975521620693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4251705047932065845&amp;postID=1246693975521620693&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251705047932065845/posts/default/1246693975521620693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251705047932065845/posts/default/1246693975521620693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meowloodee.blogspot.com/2010/01/to-do-list.html' title='To do list'/><author><name>Melly.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05273201136603664052</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-4251705047932065845.post-8271919347614420909</id><published>2010-01-21T08:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T03:31:27.479+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hush-Hush'/><title type='text'>Today I..</title><content type='html'>That was by far, 20years of living. The meanest and the most hurtful thing anyone have said.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration:line-through;"&gt;Today, I realize how insignificant I'm. Today I realize I might need to get my wall up back again. Today I realize whatever that he did in the past, is in the past and I'll not have expectations of them, ever again. Today I realize that I need to stop being over reliance. Today I realize I will stop.. getting upset. Even if it meant distancing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration:line-through;"&gt;Today I realize I need to be how I was like before, this, way before I allow myself to get way into this relationship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration:line-through;"&gt;And as of today I'll try my best to stop expecting. If it doesn't happens, I will get over it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration:line-through;"&gt;Today, I want so bad to turn back time. What have I gotten myself into, allowing myself to fall so deep? Haven't I learn in that hard way 2years ago&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4251705047932065845-8271919347614420909?l=meowloodee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meowloodee.blogspot.com/feeds/8271919347614420909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4251705047932065845&amp;postID=8271919347614420909&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251705047932065845/posts/default/8271919347614420909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251705047932065845/posts/default/8271919347614420909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meowloodee.blogspot.com/2010/01/today-i.html' title='Today I..'/><author><name>Melly.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05273201136603664052</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-4251705047932065845.post-5930739730758473757</id><published>2010-01-20T08:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T03:31:27.480+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hush-Hush'/><title type='text'>Cherish.</title><content type='html'>I haven't cried this much since 2007.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;And suddenly, everything seems overwhelming. Send Mom to the hospital, argued with her on the way. Argued with uncle, felt guilty when talking slightly louder to Gran... then I had to have this stupid lame ass fight with him.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;All I wanted was to pull him closer but all I did was to push him further away then he already is.Just this morning I woke up feeling good, thinking I have got no reason to feel insecure, that I should put whatever happen with P behind.That I should be a better girlfriend like how thing was right in the beginning.(Though it was because he never meant as much as he did now.) Then I do what I do best, screw things up.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Then in that very moment I wanted it over. And it was definitely not because I stop loving him. How can I? I'm almost certain I'm in love with this boy. I wished it was easier like it was like A or R. But it's not as simple as it deem. I have never let anyone gotten as close as this emotionally and physically ever since P. What I felt for him, is beyond what I have allowed myself to right from the start.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I'm drained. Extremely.... Thanks Mum. Thanks Mel.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Can I wake up and things be okay, magically tomorrow? Things at home are screwed now I pissed of the boy that could make my world feels better.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Getting upset after all this, is being&lt;em&gt; unreasonable&lt;/em&gt;........................&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration:line-through;"&gt;I miss waking up to your messages even though you got no school. I miss knowing after 2 days of not seeing me drives you a little nut nut. I miss making you happy. Guess I have been missing too much things recently. No wonder I'm unreasonable.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;em&gt;I failed.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4251705047932065845-5930739730758473757?l=meowloodee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meowloodee.blogspot.com/feeds/5930739730758473757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4251705047932065845&amp;postID=5930739730758473757&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251705047932065845/posts/default/5930739730758473757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251705047932065845/posts/default/5930739730758473757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meowloodee.blogspot.com/2010/01/cherish.html' title='Cherish.'/><author><name>Melly.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05273201136603664052</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-4251705047932065845.post-3720144966486552596</id><published>2010-01-20T02:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T03:31:27.482+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Heart Matters'/><title type='text'>Picture perfect</title><content type='html'>Should have woken W up, and gone for to his. Should have gone to school. Should have went sun tanning. Should have been everywhere but here.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;If history ever repeats, I can't do this anymore.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mama please stop cryin'&lt;br/&gt;I can't stand the sound&lt;br/&gt;Your pain is painful&lt;br/&gt;And it's tearin' me down&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;em&gt;I hear glasses breakin'&lt;br/&gt;As I sit up in my bed&lt;br/&gt;I told Dad you didn't mean&lt;br/&gt;Those nasty things you said&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;em&gt;You fight about money&lt;br/&gt;'Bout me and my brother&lt;br/&gt;And this I come home to&lt;br/&gt;This is my shelter&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;em&gt;It ain't easy, growin' up in World War III&lt;br/&gt;Never knowin' what love could be&lt;br/&gt;You'll see, I don't want love to destroy me&lt;br/&gt;Like it has done my family&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;And I must be the world suckiest girlfriend everrrrrr. :(&lt;em&gt; Wish I'm more sane.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4251705047932065845-3720144966486552596?l=meowloodee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meowloodee.blogspot.com/feeds/3720144966486552596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4251705047932065845&amp;postID=3720144966486552596&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251705047932065845/posts/default/3720144966486552596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251705047932065845/posts/default/3720144966486552596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meowloodee.blogspot.com/2010/01/picture-perfect.html' title='Picture perfect'/><author><name>Melly.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05273201136603664052</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-4251705047932065845.post-8399106394111788876</id><published>2010-01-19T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T03:31:27.483+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just life'/><title type='text'>Mr T.</title><content type='html'>I miss Tennis... or rather I miss trying-to-hit-the-ball-back-but-always-miss. And the shoik-ness when I hear the Pockpock sound!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Gine and Esther was saying the other day, I got close to W because I can save up on my Tennis lessons because he can coach me instead. HAHAHAHA. WHY DIDN'T I THINK OF THAT?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4251705047932065845-8399106394111788876?l=meowloodee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meowloodee.blogspot.com/feeds/8399106394111788876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4251705047932065845&amp;postID=8399106394111788876&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251705047932065845/posts/default/8399106394111788876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251705047932065845/posts/default/8399106394111788876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meowloodee.blogspot.com/2010/01/mr-t.html' title='Mr T.'/><author><name>Melly.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05273201136603664052</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-4251705047932065845.post-1482747205475494204</id><published>2010-01-17T11:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T03:31:27.486+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just life'/><title type='text'>Devastation of Haiti Earthquake</title><content type='html'>Few weeks back I was watching Wave of Death featuring 2004's Tsunami on History channel. Just few days back I saw the news about Haiti Earthquake. Wished I could do something them just keeping them in my prayers.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Sigh. Here I'm bitching about school instead of counting my blessing while people in Haiti just lost their loves one, homes and everything else.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Residents paint toothpaste around their nostrils and beg passers-by for surgical masks to cut the smell. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"If the government still exists and the United Nations is around, I hope they can help us get the bodies out," said Sherine Pierre, a 21-year-old communications student whose sister died when her house collapsed.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A third of Haiti's 9 million people may be in need of aid. U.N. Secretary-General Ban Ki-moon said the World Food Program was providing high-energy biscuits and ready-to-eat meals to around 8,000 people "several times a day."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Obviously, that is only a drop in the bucket in the face of the massive need, but the agency will be scaling up to feed approximately 1 million people within 15 days and 2 million people within a month," he said.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:left;"&gt;Donation details under the cut!&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;a title="Haiti relief rebuild fund" href="http://www.onedayswages.org/donate/org/haiti-relief-rebuild-fund"&gt;http://www.onedayswages.org/donate/org/haiti-relief-rebuild-fund&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;Orrrrr!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;Donations can be made through the following:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;1)    Cheque donations&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Donations via cheque can be sent to the Singapore Red Cross @ 15 Penang Lane, Singapore 238486. Please include name, contact details and “Earthquake Haiti” at the back of the cheque.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;2)    Walk-in donations&lt;br/&gt;Donors may make their cash/cheque donations at the Singapore Red Cross @ 15 Penang Lane (near Dhoby Gaut MRT Station) during its office hours, Mondays to Fridays from 9am to 5.30pm.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;For more information on the IFRC relief operation on Earthquake Haiti, please visit www.ifrc.org or the SRC at www.redcross.org.sg&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;Via- h&lt;a href="http://www.redcross.org.sg/Singapore-Red-Cross-assists-IFRC-in-channeling-donations-for-their-immediate-relief-operations-to-Earthquake-Haiti.phtml"&gt;ttp://www.redcross.org.sg/Singapore-Red-Cross-assists-IFRC-in-channeling-donations-for-their-immediate-relief-operations-to-Earthquake-Haiti.phtml&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4251705047932065845-1482747205475494204?l=meowloodee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meowloodee.blogspot.com/feeds/1482747205475494204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4251705047932065845&amp;postID=1482747205475494204&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251705047932065845/posts/default/1482747205475494204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251705047932065845/posts/default/1482747205475494204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meowloodee.blogspot.com/2010/01/devastation-of-haiti-earthquake.html' title='Devastation of Haiti Earthquake'/><author><name>Melly.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05273201136603664052</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-4251705047932065845.post-1254467577541123166</id><published>2010-01-16T10:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T03:31:27.488+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just life'/><title type='text'>勇氣</title><content type='html'>I was on youtube, the next thing I know I was listening 勇氣. How smart, Mel?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Bad decisions. Makes me I feel like I'm one too.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;By the way, I officially declare war with all, PHP, SQL, CSS, HTML, JAVASCRIPT and what nots.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4251705047932065845-1254467577541123166?l=meowloodee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meowloodee.blogspot.com/feeds/1254467577541123166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4251705047932065845&amp;postID=1254467577541123166&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251705047932065845/posts/default/1254467577541123166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251705047932065845/posts/default/1254467577541123166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meowloodee.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post_15.html' title='勇氣'/><author><name>Melly.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05273201136603664052</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4251705047932065845.post-6558557094525392912</id><published>2010-01-15T17:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T03:31:27.489+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Heart Matters'/><title type='text'>Good times</title><content type='html'>As promised I was suppose to be in my bed by 1.30 yesterday. I wind up sleeping around God know what time.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;em&gt;"My mum is back  I'm gonna get the car and come find you now!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I miss knowing&lt;strong&gt; for sure&lt;/strong&gt;, I make you happy.I miss 2 days being the furtherest we have gone without seeing each other and you can barely take it.  I miss feeling psyched  yet annoyed  waiting for you to come just cause I can't wait to see you. (:&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Sheesh, I have gotten too comfortable in this.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Geez, P, you got me bad, now I have this bee stuck in my head. WENGWENGWENG. Meow.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;em&gt;:\ Can't decide if this post is a good or bad thing. Mmmz. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;RAH RAH AH AH GA GA. AHAHHAAHAHA Yay. FYP ending soon! So will this. MMM NOMNOM NOM. Hungry and late for school. Grrrrr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4251705047932065845-6558557094525392912?l=meowloodee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meowloodee.blogspot.com/feeds/6558557094525392912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4251705047932065845&amp;postID=6558557094525392912&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251705047932065845/posts/default/6558557094525392912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251705047932065845/posts/default/6558557094525392912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meowloodee.blogspot.com/2010/01/good-times.html' title='Good times'/><author><name>Melly.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05273201136603664052</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-4251705047932065845.post-1523196343886452236</id><published>2010-01-14T09:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T03:31:27.491+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just life'/><title type='text'>Knew this was right.</title><content type='html'>Its been merely four days since I saw W, but today after UT, seeing him again was definitely a feel good moment. Makes me wonder how I'm gonna get through his green days. &lt;em&gt;Sheesh&lt;/em&gt;. I sound like some love sick pup.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Looking and listening to him breaking down the codes for me, made that more bearable. Him, obligingly accepting whatever tantrum I threw. Walking around just so I could fit Sundae into my stomach even it meant him forgoing Gym and Rest time. Pigging out at Pizza hut with 10 pieces drumlet, more more more cheese beef meat and our own main course.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Its days that this that keeps me going. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4251705047932065845-1523196343886452236?l=meowloodee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meowloodee.blogspot.com/feeds/1523196343886452236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4251705047932065845&amp;postID=1523196343886452236&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251705047932065845/posts/default/1523196343886452236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251705047932065845/posts/default/1523196343886452236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meowloodee.blogspot.com/2010/01/knew-this-was-right.html' title='Knew this was right.'/><author><name>Melly.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05273201136603664052</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-4251705047932065845.post-1038554181478932028</id><published>2010-01-12T12:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T03:31:27.492+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FML'/><title type='text'>:(</title><content type='html'>School is taking a toll on me.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Sigh. Big hug?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For that few minutes, she took my mind on a trip. It was N years ago, but the emotions were still as raw. Makes me wonder if I'm really in a blackhole. Damn, this is right. I'm happy but oh God, I haven't been liking what I feel these days.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;And I miss W. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4251705047932065845-1038554181478932028?l=meowloodee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meowloodee.blogspot.com/feeds/1038554181478932028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4251705047932065845&amp;postID=1038554181478932028&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251705047932065845/posts/default/1038554181478932028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251705047932065845/posts/default/1038554181478932028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meowloodee.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post.html' title=':('/><author><name>Melly.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05273201136603664052</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-4251705047932065845.post-6944573953525764389</id><published>2010-01-10T05:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T03:31:27.493+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just life'/><title type='text'>The BFFFs</title><content type='html'>Saturday cabbed over to W's, as promised, I went as early as I could. Around 2ish, the boy said we are going out to town for lunch which was weird because we never leave the house &lt;strong&gt;so early&lt;/strong&gt;. So he was dragging and dragging time, God and Jacintha knows why! HAHAHAHAHA. The moment I walked into Wakaru, I saw the BFFFs. HAHAHAHAHAHA :)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;img class="aligncenter" title="Surprise (:" src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs197.snc3/20467_244500616686_618756686_3417966_5132153_n.jpg" alt="" width="453" height="604" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone" title=":)" src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs177.snc3/20467_244500776686_618756686_3417981_5707361_n.jpg" alt="" width="604" height="453" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;Thank you Regine, Rosalind, Jacintha, Cynitha, Ting, Joel, Esther, Boon and of course Li Weiming. (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:left;"&gt;After that W and I were craving for Marriot's Tiramisu and Hazelnut so we walked over BUT THEY DON'T HAVE! HOW CAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Sad ttm! :( Sakae for Dinner and taaaadaaa cabbed back! :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4251705047932065845-6944573953525764389?l=meowloodee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meowloodee.blogspot.com/feeds/6944573953525764389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4251705047932065845&amp;postID=6944573953525764389&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251705047932065845/posts/default/6944573953525764389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251705047932065845/posts/default/6944573953525764389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meowloodee.blogspot.com/2010/01/bfffs.html' title='The BFFFs'/><author><name>Melly.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05273201136603664052</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-4251705047932065845.post-7458243616287074559</id><published>2010-01-09T10:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T03:31:27.495+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just life'/><title type='text'>Say hi to 2.</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I had 2 surprises within 10 minutes.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Around 11ish, W called he was &lt;em&gt;on his way home&lt;/em&gt;. Asked me to guess where he was, insisted he was near me. I gave up because he was on the way home in TIONG BAHRU LA! Told me if I guessed correctly he would appear in Woodlands and gave me vivid hints. Of course I didn't buy it! He was suppose to have supper with Joel.  But the silly boy trained down to Woodlands to personally wish me Happy Birthday. Whilst walking to grab food, W mention some car plate number which happens to be Ivan Phua -- Jerm, Ivan, Stanley with a Birthday Cake! I swear I was frigging psyched!   Had supper with W. Came back meet Mandy at 4ish in the morning with Ham and Cheese made with Love. Appreciate it babe, but was too smashed for anything else.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone" title="&amp;lt;3" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aVZ9WIUcJT4/S0d8mFAIrUI/AAAAAAAAAjo/6NII6HAcwsA/s320/09012010016.jpg" alt="" width="320" height="240" /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Hehe, I'm now smiling like a fat kid whom just finished a huge cake(though I'm fat and had massive amount of deserts earlier on) and its not because of the most unromantic but practical gift but that silly note with his extremely cute handwriting.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone" title="&amp;lt;3" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aVZ9WIUcJT4/S0d8miWc6NI/AAAAAAAAAjw/C56eN0sb9Ok/s320/09012010017.jpg" alt="" width="320" height="240" /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Earlier on just now I meet the boy after UT. Had dinner at Marriott. (: The beef, brings me make to Christmas. Ha, utterly embarrassed. The Tiramisu is frigging awesome. And knowing I'm not a huge fan of cakes the Hazelnut cake there is FUCKING AWESOME. Now I just need The Melt's potato and waffles it'll be perfect.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;In anyway, I'm Happy. Really happy. I'm glad I have you, LWM. I'm also glad that I have friends like J, I,S, A and Mandy. (: And I'm too lazy to delete my email, I got spammed by facebook 100++++++ comments. Ty! I'll thank each of you personally when I'm less lazy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4251705047932065845-7458243616287074559?l=meowloodee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meowloodee.blogspot.com/feeds/7458243616287074559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4251705047932065845&amp;postID=7458243616287074559&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251705047932065845/posts/default/7458243616287074559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251705047932065845/posts/default/7458243616287074559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meowloodee.blogspot.com/2010/01/say-hi-to-2.html' title='Say hi to 2.'/><author><name>Melly.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05273201136603664052</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/_aVZ9WIUcJT4/S0d8mFAIrUI/AAAAAAAAAjo/6NII6HAcwsA/s72-c/09012010016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4251705047932065845.post-3455105581595158282</id><published>2010-01-06T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T03:31:27.496+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hush-Hush'/><title type='text'>Deedeedeelusional</title><content type='html'>I guess yesterday it finally dawned upon me that everyone in this, what we would like to call,&lt;em&gt; Home&lt;/em&gt;, would leave this place at any plausible chances.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;And it scares me to know that people who love each other enough to want to bring the commitment to another level now can't even stand the sight of each other. That even the so called strongest bond, isn't that strong afterall.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Ahaha. But I gotta applaud myself sometimes. Geez. I can be so delusional sometimes. Januarys are never good. Tsktsk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4251705047932065845-3455105581595158282?l=meowloodee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meowloodee.blogspot.com/feeds/3455105581595158282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4251705047932065845&amp;postID=3455105581595158282&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251705047932065845/posts/default/3455105581595158282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251705047932065845/posts/default/3455105581595158282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meowloodee.blogspot.com/2010/01/deedeedeelusional.html' title='Deedeedeelusional'/><author><name>Melly.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05273201136603664052</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-4251705047932065845.post-9098831748526808247</id><published>2010-01-06T08:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T03:31:27.497+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just life'/><title type='text'>Meowmeow</title><content type='html'>January 8th seems better when I was a kid.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;img class="aligncenter" title="Superdog!" src="http://10.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kuqpjxd27W1qa3dmvo1_400.jpg" alt="" width="391" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;I so need to get this one for Sumo. And the Wonderwoman for YY. Awww, cuteness TTM! I think Chatuchak has a high chance of selling this. You think?????&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4251705047932065845-9098831748526808247?l=meowloodee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meowloodee.blogspot.com/feeds/9098831748526808247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4251705047932065845&amp;postID=9098831748526808247&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251705047932065845/posts/default/9098831748526808247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251705047932065845/posts/default/9098831748526808247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meowloodee.blogspot.com/2010/01/meowmeow.html' title='Meowmeow'/><author><name>Melly.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05273201136603664052</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4251705047932065845.post-2076442194659874005</id><published>2010-01-02T00:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T03:31:27.498+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just life'/><title type='text'>2009</title><content type='html'>2009 was good, random,  and its probably because of people like&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;[caption id="" align="aligncenter" width="423" caption="BFFFs"]&lt;img class=" " title="BFFFs" src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs037.snc3/12465_172957129997_563354997_2828737_6827394_n.jpg" alt="" width="423" height="317" /&gt;[/caption]&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;This group of people proved me wrong. I for 1 always thought that friends in RP only last for a semester so does the tightness. But with them its been 3 semester.  (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;Mugging + Shopping + A lot of eating + Crazy Video + 10 dollar juices + Birthday celebrations + Museums + Chilling sessions&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;[caption id="" align="aligncenter" width="423" caption="Nicol and Darrell"]&lt;img class=" " title="Nicol and Darrell" src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs254.snc1/10132_1191705806495_1643907236_515271_244079_n.jpg" alt="" width="423" height="282" /&gt;[/caption]&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;As KP as &lt;strong&gt;Darrell&lt;/strong&gt;, calling me in the morning when its raining to offer me a ride, need I say more? (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nicol'&lt;/strong&gt; as upset as I'm that we don't meet enough, I'm still glad for that few heartwarming ones.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;[caption id="" align="aligncenter" width="423" caption="Mandy, Clark, Michelle and Jacintha"]&lt;img class=" " title="Mandy, Clark, Michelle and Jacintha" src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs096.snc3/16357_1217938142823_1659974299_527906_3946064_n.jpg" alt="" width="423" height="317" /&gt;[/caption]&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mandy&lt;/strong&gt;, she's still my bestfriend. And even though saying Bye doesn't mean Seeing each other tomorrow I'm still glad she's in my life.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pixie&lt;/strong&gt;! Always being there and being hyper! Hype all things up!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Clark&lt;/strong&gt;, always there chillllly with us.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;[caption id="" align="aligncenter" width="453" caption="Camel"]&lt;img title="Camel" src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs240.snc1/8735_129814514027_579849027_2357585_913348_n.jpg" alt="" width="453" height="604" /&gt;[/caption]&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;The out of the blue, random phone calls, impromptu dinners. You know I'll always love you &lt;strong&gt;Jecintha&lt;/strong&gt;. No matter how fat or black you think you're.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;[caption id="" align="aligncenter" width="423" caption="Ivan, Mandy and Jerm"]&lt;img class=" " title="Ivan, Mandy and Jerm" src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v1966/83/97/563354997/n563354997_1247958_9754.jpg" alt="" width="423" height="317" /&gt;[/caption]&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;To stealing cars and throwing wine bottle:  Ivan, Jerm and of course Mandy.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;And Girlfriend for being girlfriend. Shuen, talking again was definitely good. Quick go thank W 'cause we won't be arguing anytime soon! And Weilong for being an asshole. Always.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;[caption id="" align="aligncenter" width="423" caption="Weiming (:"]&lt;img class=" " title="Weiming (:" src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs133.snc3/18055_218113094474_594989474_3141930_3780279_n.jpg" alt="" width="423" height="317" /&gt;[/caption]&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;This picture above: Me = Epic of Unglam-ness. But its one of my favourite. (: Who'd ever thought that the boy who was sitting beside me on the first day of Manufacturing would end up being my bestfriend and later accelerates into something even better. I know its always me to blame whenever I diss how about how short we have been together. But Thank you for being my bestfriend for this 9 months and the awesome 5 months of rainbow + sunshine + love + all the nice stuff. (:&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I'm gonna save you from the(unrealistic) resolutions which I probably &lt;em&gt;will&lt;/em&gt; forget by mid June.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4251705047932065845-2076442194659874005?l=meowloodee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meowloodee.blogspot.com/feeds/2076442194659874005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4251705047932065845&amp;postID=2076442194659874005&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251705047932065845/posts/default/2076442194659874005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251705047932065845/posts/default/2076442194659874005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meowloodee.blogspot.com/2010/01/2009.html' title='2009'/><author><name>Melly.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05273201136603664052</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-4251705047932065845.post-5720153396747533761</id><published>2009-12-28T08:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T03:31:27.500+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just life'/><title type='text'>Christmas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align:left;"&gt;23rd was Pre-Christmas dinner over at Boon's, Pot-luck. Went over to W's first, because he being him = orsum, helped me prepare my share of food that I was suppose to bring. Hehehehe. So instead of helping I was...uh....eating...the...food......HAHAHAHAHAHA. Glutton, Kthx I know. D: Can't help it. Food was orrrrsum like him.&lt;img class="aligncenter" title="Christmas at Boon's" src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs136.snc3/18375_218638066044_530931044_3227000_8326169_n.jpg" alt="" width="448" height="336" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone" title="Christmas at Boon's" src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs153.snc3/18055_218113269474_594989474_3141949_8314466_n.jpg" alt="" width="604" height="453" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone" title="Log cake!" src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs153.snc3/18055_218113149474_594989474_3141937_814678_n.jpg" alt="" width="604" height="453" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:left;"&gt;Accompanied W back to get car went back to Boon's place and off we go to Henderson Wave! Whoopwhoop. Walked all the way to Mount Faber! Had Indian supper.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:left;"&gt;Christmas Eve, was late for an hour. :( Poooopsy. Head over to Citadines. W had dinners + friends. I went off to meet Mandy at Good Wood Park! Around 2ish they wanted to head over to Butter but, I decided not since its gonna be f.packed like sardines. Missed the girl, we needa chill the next time we meet not party plz. ;(  W waited for me and accompanied me up! Yay! Plus more Hoegaarden! Yuyyumy! Was hungry so he heat up the beef. The beef is like...... zomgyummy. Apparently... I...had waterworks. Lazed our day away the next day before cabbing over to  MandarinOriential for dinner. I swear. The Melt's potato is fucking orgasmic I swear. I think I can spend half of the time eating waffles and potato. Booked the tickets for Avatar but was too smashed and fell asleep instead. ):&lt;strong&gt; I wished I could articulate better but the fucking flu is driving me nuts and killing all my fucking braincells. So I'm gonna stop here.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;img class="aligncenter" title="Gwph" src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs237.snc3/22442_223945877311_581307311_3755303_3763743_n.jpg" alt="" width="604" height="364" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:left;"&gt;You cleaning up after me, taking care of me and my tantrums that I don't remember throwing and insisted didn't happen, preparing food, washing the dishes, doing this and that and this and that. Was the best Christmas gift.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;img class="aligncenter" title="(:" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aVZ9WIUcJT4/SzeJEq3GGxI/AAAAAAAAAjg/aZue9_HClR4/s1600/26122009010.jpg" alt="" width="447" height="336" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:left;"&gt;Zomg, I think I sound retarded.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4251705047932065845-5720153396747533761?l=meowloodee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meowloodee.blogspot.com/feeds/5720153396747533761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4251705047932065845&amp;postID=5720153396747533761&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251705047932065845/posts/default/5720153396747533761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251705047932065845/posts/default/5720153396747533761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meowloodee.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas.html' title='Christmas!'/><author><name>Melly.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05273201136603664052</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/_aVZ9WIUcJT4/SzeJEq3GGxI/AAAAAAAAAjg/aZue9_HClR4/s72-c/26122009010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4251705047932065845.post-465457216479875406</id><published>2009-12-24T12:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T03:31:27.501+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Thank God.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="text-decoration:line-through;"&gt;I woke up with the wind telling me news about you. And I remember how it was like towards the end; how I didn't like myself because of how I felt. It never was like that, why now? I'd be there standing, even before you take the fall. Heck, I was there even when you didn't need me. And you know damn well I'd take it for you anytime, anywhere. But still then it was never enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration:line-through;"&gt;I never understood why it wasn't enough. I used to have so much faith no one could comprehend. I remember even M who is usually nonchalant about stuff like this asking me how I could hold on for so long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;/Edit&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Just got back from the pre Christmas party with the awesome people. And y'know what? I think I'm really a happy kid, sure things like this come and go, bothers me endlessly but ultimately Weiming brings me back up and I'm good again.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Merry Christmas Eve!! Have a good Christmas (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4251705047932065845-465457216479875406?l=meowloodee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meowloodee.blogspot.com/feeds/465457216479875406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4251705047932065845&amp;postID=465457216479875406&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251705047932065845/posts/default/465457216479875406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251705047932065845/posts/default/465457216479875406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meowloodee.blogspot.com/2009/12/thank-god.html' title='Thank God.'/><author><name>Melly.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05273201136603664052</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-4251705047932065845.post-1596470121992490732</id><published>2009-12-22T09:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T03:31:27.503+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>The stars and the moon</title><content type='html'>Daily Couples:  How many old relationships are you acting out through your current one? It's time to take a close look at the past and how it interacts with your present. This relationship has so much potential. Be thoughtful.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Didn't someone said that 12 hours ago?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4251705047932065845-1596470121992490732?l=meowloodee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meowloodee.blogspot.com/feeds/1596470121992490732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4251705047932065845&amp;postID=1596470121992490732&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251705047932065845/posts/default/1596470121992490732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251705047932065845/posts/default/1596470121992490732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meowloodee.blogspot.com/2009/12/stars-and-moon.html' title='The stars and the moon'/><author><name>Melly.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05273201136603664052</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-4251705047932065845.post-2415206885170611525</id><published>2009-12-22T01:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T03:31:27.504+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just life'/><title type='text'>Sillypooo</title><content type='html'>The only few things I missed about Singapore: Food, Internet, W and maybe the girlies. Sigh.....Now I have this devastating pile of codings needed to be complete. :'( Now I wish I was never back. Grr. Thailand is good. Been there enough time for me to almost recognize the streets there. If not for shopping I would have gotten sick of BKK and wish I was in Krabi instead. But but but it was my first time withnessing&lt;br/&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;li&gt;People trying on bra in public. Like lifting up their shirts and put the bra on&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;li&gt;The raw aftermath emotions of someone who got her belonging stolen&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;li&gt;Going with two barely filled luggage and coming back with 3 almost bursting luggage and 3 hand carries. That was a frigging torture&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;li&gt;Plane got delayed for 6 frigging hours.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Thank God for prepaid card. :) The lovely view, the night especially, and fireworks.  AND I think I'm going to stay in Baiyoke whenever I go BKK from now on. They have house keeping twice, left goodnight notes with flower, complimentary yummy breakfast, toothbrush, shavers, hair conditioner, shampoo, soap and what nots.  lso free shuttle bus to MBK. The downside is probably the waiting time of the lift. DAMN.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Okay, I'm having massive headaches from packing the cupboard, gave the maid 2 bags of clothing. :\ I need to go Ikea soon.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Its Christmas in 4 days! And I'm turning TY in 18 days with Macroeconomics UT. Yay, fml plz. So old &amp;gt;;(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4251705047932065845-2415206885170611525?l=meowloodee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meowloodee.blogspot.com/feeds/2415206885170611525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4251705047932065845&amp;postID=2415206885170611525&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251705047932065845/posts/default/2415206885170611525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251705047932065845/posts/default/2415206885170611525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meowloodee.blogspot.com/2009/12/sillypooo.html' title='Sillypooo'/><author><name>Melly.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05273201136603664052</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-4251705047932065845.post-7334436888056409780</id><published>2009-12-14T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T03:31:27.506+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just life'/><title type='text'>Maybe its true..</title><content type='html'>Wednesday I was being pissy and difficult. So we had a boohoo. But guess who changed and came to woodlands at 11ish, despite the fact he was already on his bed preparing to sleep. Lyvmb! (:&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Friday the Girls ditched school for museum. Had a &lt;em&gt;Funtastikialz &lt;/em&gt;time! Numnumnum.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peranakan Museum&lt;/strong&gt;. (Which makes me wonder how my Great grand father looks like. I heard he has many wives. When he died, each of them was give a house not a house..... a piece of land. One of the wife cheat my Great grand mother into giving her the house and my GGM did not persue the matter because she didn't feel the need to. ZOMGWTF? And at my Aunt's wedding my Grandma wore a Kebaya HAHAHAHA, maybe I should make her wear one on my! )&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;img class="aligncenter" title="PM" src="http://i566.photobucket.com/albums/ss110/reginexav/kk.jpg" alt="" width="520" height="390" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone" title="PM" src="http://i566.photobucket.com/albums/ss110/reginexav/ii-1.jpg" alt="" width="525" height="366" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Singapore Philatelic Museum&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img class="aligncenter" title="SPM" src="http://i566.photobucket.com/albums/ss110/reginexav/jjj.jpg" alt="" width="561" height="420" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone" title="SPM" src="http://i566.photobucket.com/albums/ss110/reginexav/huhu.jpg" alt="" width="581" height="581" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone" title="SPM" src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs042.snc3/12954_196007099997_563354997_2980066_2541989_n.jpg" alt="" width="519" height="291" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone" title="SPM" src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs042.snc3/12954_196007084997_563354997_2980064_7285398_n.jpg" alt="" width="329" height="439" /&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone" title="SPM" src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs042.snc3/12954_196007089997_563354997_2980065_2487368_n.jpg" alt="" width="334" height="441" /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Singapore Art Museum&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img class="aligncenter" title="SAM" src="http://i566.photobucket.com/albums/ss110/reginexav/ooo-1.jpg" alt="" width="446" height="198" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:left;"&gt;We got lazy after that. Tiring y'know. One whole day of walking!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration:line-through;"&gt;Timbre&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Indochine&lt;/strong&gt;( Was really craving for Timbre's Pizza :( )&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:left;"&gt;Weiming, Daryl and Johnson came. (: Timbre's Q was way too long so we head down to Indochine instead.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;img class="aligncenter" title="Indochine" src="http://i566.photobucket.com/albums/ss110/reginexav/jij.jpg" alt="" width="470" height="417" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;(Above Images are stolen from Regine's HAHAHAHAHA. Too lazy.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:left;"&gt;Hung out with W after that, caught Couple's retreat.&lt;span style="text-decoration:line-through;"&gt; I know I'm gonna watch it in a few hours again with the girlies. &lt;/span&gt;Raaaaaaah. Cabbed home (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:left;"&gt;Saturday was spend over a W's before he head down for wedding. Hehehehehehe but he made Cream of  Tomato! (Y) Not campbell's,&lt;em&gt; hor&lt;/em&gt;. Dinner was, finally, Fish and Co! Craving ever since God knows when!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:left;"&gt;Sunday(L). Family day! Had lunch at MeiChin's Rd Chicken rice. LOL. Huge fan of the chicken rice over there, my mummy and uncle ate their chicken rice since young.  W came over! At 11ish. For yummy Carls Jr! Whoopzxzx. Appreciate you coming even though you're extremely smashed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:left;"&gt;Skipped school. Again. HAHAHAHA. HOLIDAY. WHOOPWHOOP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4251705047932065845-7334436888056409780?l=meowloodee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meowloodee.blogspot.com/feeds/7334436888056409780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4251705047932065845&amp;postID=7334436888056409780&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251705047932065845/posts/default/7334436888056409780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251705047932065845/posts/default/7334436888056409780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meowloodee.blogspot.com/2009/12/maybe-its-true.html' title='Maybe its true..'/><author><name>Melly.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05273201136603664052</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4251705047932065845.post-2766892556488838233</id><published>2009-12-13T09:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T03:31:45.861+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Our list</title><content type='html'>Because of my already failing memory&lt;br/&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration:line-through;"&gt;HW, ECP, WCP, LP&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;li&gt;Zoo&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;li&gt;Night Safari&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;li&gt;Tampines 1&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;li&gt;Picnic&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;li&gt;BBQ&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;li&gt;Successfully catch a Meteor rain&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;li&gt;Sumo meets Yuanyuan&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;li&gt;Sentosa&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;li&gt;HortPark&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4251705047932065845-2766892556488838233?l=meowloodee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meowloodee.blogspot.com/feeds/2766892556488838233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4251705047932065845&amp;postID=2766892556488838233&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251705047932065845/posts/default/2766892556488838233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251705047932065845/posts/default/2766892556488838233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meowloodee.blogspot.com/2009/12/our-list.html' title='Our list'/><author><name>Melly.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05273201136603664052</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-4251705047932065845.post-3314119608085530204</id><published>2009-12-10T05:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T03:31:27.511+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FML'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Heart Matters'/><title type='text'>Never.</title><content type='html'>I don't like feeling like this. Clingy and Needy.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Something happened to be after the P days. I'm acting everything like I wouldn't want to be in a relationship. Needy, insecure, clingy and paranoid. Maybe I never should have, now I'm just making someone miserable.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;This is have insomnia have been doing to me, drifting my thoughts into a state of absurdity. I'm probably just reading every movement too much. I'm probably a very good example of Operant conditioning.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Maybe I'm the one thinking, things have changed but it never did.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Then again, maybe things really have changed. Can't expect everything to be the same, always, right?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Its just that everytime I see you act this way. It reminds me of how his pre-breakup behaviour. I just feel like cringing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4251705047932065845-3314119608085530204?l=meowloodee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meowloodee.blogspot.com/feeds/3314119608085530204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4251705047932065845&amp;postID=3314119608085530204&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251705047932065845/posts/default/3314119608085530204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251705047932065845/posts/default/3314119608085530204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meowloodee.blogspot.com/2009/12/never.html' title='Never.'/><author><name>Melly.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05273201136603664052</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-4251705047932065845.post-1608799607920883536</id><published>2009-12-08T08:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T03:31:27.512+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just life'/><title type='text'>Pixie's dust</title><content type='html'>Saturday was well spend over at W's in the noon, head over to Marina Square for Swensons and supposing Our long awaited Mud pie!!!!!! Nehmind! We were hungry like hungry ghost so we ordered snacks(Prawn dipper and Spicy Chic thingy.)  When she came we had our fish and chip and Giant earth quake. &lt;em&gt;Like earthquake not big enough. Chey!&lt;/em&gt; Adding up to a total of 100 odd only because its Cheat day.. Waited for Mandy and cabbed over to Butter. WHOOPWHOOP FOR Mixie Pixie's 19th!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;img class="aligncenter" title="Pixie's 19th!" src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs096.snc3/16357_1217938142823_1659974299_527906_3946064_n.jpg" alt="" width="604" height="453" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;img class="aligncenter" title="Pixie's 19th!" src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs111.snc3/15837_194423382540_707767540_3507858_742913_n.jpg" alt="" width="604" height="453" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;img class="aligncenter" title="Pixie's 19th" src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs024.snc3/11134_1285724749145_1410952940_30844493_5021752_n.jpg" alt="" width="604" height="453" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;img class="aligncenter" title="Pixie's 19th" src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs091.snc3/15837_194423097540_707767540_3507809_7028953_n.jpg" alt="" width="453" height="604" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:left;"&gt;Happy Birthday Pixie! I love you to the max!! WHOOOPWHOOP!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:left;"&gt;What can I say? I ditched school again. Ah. Habit. Tssssk! Cabbed over to W's then then then before he head for his thingy he send me home. SO I'M TRYING MY ULTIMATE BEST TO MAKE IT A FRUITFUL DITCH SCHOOL DAY. IMMA GO DO FYP NAOZ.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:left;"&gt;UT and FYP! 4 more lessons Meow! And I think I have most orsumest "MOUSE" evazxzzzz. KthxBuaiz.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I guess, it was only normal to feel the way I did. 5 years was nothing compared to that few months you had.  You never once said stuff like that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4251705047932065845-1608799607920883536?l=meowloodee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meowloodee.blogspot.com/feeds/1608799607920883536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4251705047932065845&amp;postID=1608799607920883536&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251705047932065845/posts/default/1608799607920883536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251705047932065845/posts/default/1608799607920883536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meowloodee.blogspot.com/2009/12/pixie-dust.html' title='Pixie&amp;#39;s dust'/><author><name>Melly.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05273201136603664052</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4251705047932065845.post-1297211945883439265</id><published>2009-12-06T13:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T03:31:27.514+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Things I'm glad of</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;li&gt;Butter tonight, Mixie Pixie love you ttm!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;li&gt;Not saving your new Number&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;li&gt;The amount of drinks, if not it'd suck ttm. I hate butter's location. HAWZXZXZ&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;li&gt;Amanda, Jacintha and Chan Qingwen&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;li&gt;Li WeiMing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;li&gt;That crazy taxi ride home! Crazy laughing fits. :D WHOOPWHOOP!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Hi, I just realize why people like the status. They thought old boyfriend meant, ex boyfriend become current boyfriend hence Old boyfriend. &amp;gt;;( Don't like.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;And also I hate staying up late. I hate not being able to get to sleep because my thoughts fucking wander to fucking state of absurdity! Seriously.. its sorta depressing. Its fucking 5 I need to seriously sleep because I'm having and I just need to put a stop to the insane thoughts in my fucking head! WHOOPWHOOP.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4251705047932065845-1297211945883439265?l=meowloodee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meowloodee.blogspot.com/feeds/1297211945883439265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4251705047932065845&amp;postID=1297211945883439265&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251705047932065845/posts/default/1297211945883439265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251705047932065845/posts/default/1297211945883439265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meowloodee.blogspot.com/2009/12/things-i-glad-of.html' title='Things I&amp;#39;m glad of'/><author><name>Melly.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05273201136603664052</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4251705047932065845.post-4006715125287757081</id><published>2009-12-04T08:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T03:31:27.516+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just life'/><title type='text'>School and more school.......</title><content type='html'>Aight.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Did I mention I went :O when I realize UT is just next week!? :( And I still do not like coding it makes me giddy, not in a good way. So recently it have been just&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Waking up --&amp;gt; School --&amp;gt; FYP --&amp;gt; Dinner --&amp;gt; Home--&amp;gt; Try not to sleep --&amp;gt; Procrastinate --&amp;gt; FYP --&amp;gt; RJ --&amp;gt; Procrastinate more--&amp;gt; Sleep&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;img class="aligncenter" title="(:" src="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/1055529/z206447802_large.png?1259392301" alt="" width="400" height="266" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;(Taken from http://framingfaces.xanga.com)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes I wish I was a little bit more of the Type A girl (Those who likes taking pictures) though I'm sure it will annoy you. At least we'll have something to look back on when we get old. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Oh, did I mention? Tuesday; W and I hung out in a Neighbourbood shopping mall for 4 hours, he's still yaking about it. Had Jappo food and Hagen Daz because that boy says it'll perk me up. And it did. :D&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;And for once, I think I'm gonna listen to Darrell. Well, at least before he &lt;em&gt;Kans&lt;/em&gt; me. Whatever that means. :( And I really need to soak up in the sun before I die of. I don't know what.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4251705047932065845-4006715125287757081?l=meowloodee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meowloodee.blogspot.com/feeds/4006715125287757081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4251705047932065845&amp;postID=4006715125287757081&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251705047932065845/posts/default/4006715125287757081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251705047932065845/posts/default/4006715125287757081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meowloodee.blogspot.com/2009/12/school-and-more-school.html' title='School and more school.......'/><author><name>Melly.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05273201136603664052</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-4251705047932065845.post-5764004152336573940</id><published>2009-12-01T07:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T03:31:27.520+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FML'/><title type='text'>Ironic</title><content type='html'>Its the littlest thing that makes you feel like you worth fuck a lot and also its the littlest thing that makes you feel as worthless as shit.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I hate feeling like this but recently all I have been feeling is this. I don't know what could be accounted for this, all I know is I'm leashing it out on people who least deserve this. My mood fluctuates faster than Forex. I wish school would stop, fyp would as well. I need a breather.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I just wanna lay in bed and pretend nothing is ever wrong. And none of this exist.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4251705047932065845-5764004152336573940?l=meowloodee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meowloodee.blogspot.com/feeds/5764004152336573940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4251705047932065845&amp;postID=5764004152336573940&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251705047932065845/posts/default/5764004152336573940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251705047932065845/posts/default/5764004152336573940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meowloodee.blogspot.com/2009/11/ironic.html' title='Ironic'/><author><name>Melly.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05273201136603664052</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4251705047932065845.post-8171027116758992098</id><published>2009-11-30T10:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T03:31:27.523+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Heart Matters'/><title type='text'>To the boy,</title><content type='html'>Who makes me feel like I'm worth it when I least deserve it. Who gives in to me on a School day when I sulk-bite-pulls-a-sad-face when we're heading home 2 in the morning and stay a little longer with me. Whose attention I will not have to fight for, when I feel like I have to fight so hard just for a &lt;strong&gt;backseat&lt;/strong&gt; in someone(s) else life. The one I lately feel like I haven't been a good enough one for, yet never once despise me. And lastly the one who makes my Monday blue goes away.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I love you. (:&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;PS: I know I cheat my way into you giving in but can't blame a girl for wanting to spend more time with someone who makes her happy, no? :O HAHAHA. XX.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you know you were that insignificant, wouldn't you ask yourself, why bother? Because right now.. that's all I have been feeling.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4251705047932065845-8171027116758992098?l=meowloodee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meowloodee.blogspot.com/feeds/8171027116758992098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4251705047932065845&amp;postID=8171027116758992098&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251705047932065845/posts/default/8171027116758992098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251705047932065845/posts/default/8171027116758992098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meowloodee.blogspot.com/2009/11/to-boy.html' title='To the boy,'/><author><name>Melly.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05273201136603664052</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4251705047932065845.post-5774626253768095868</id><published>2009-11-29T09:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T03:31:27.525+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FML'/><title type='text'>Omgsrslywtf.</title><content type='html'>URGH! I JUST &lt;strong&gt;NEED&lt;/strong&gt; THIS TO BE OVER. FOR GOD FUCKING SAKE. :(&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;:( I'm pissed and annoy. Mostly annoy I just can't fucking stand everything. Damn. See. I knew it. I can't be happy for long. I think I'm crazy or something. NOT KIDDING. Sooner or later W will be annoyed and ditch  me the Sammy way. AHH!!!! Why why why and the stupid fucking code don't work at fucking all. And why is everybody complaining and whining, making me stuck at this awkward position. And why am I behaving like I'm having pms :(&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;There is only this much someone can take ;(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4251705047932065845-5774626253768095868?l=meowloodee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meowloodee.blogspot.com/feeds/5774626253768095868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4251705047932065845&amp;postID=5774626253768095868&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251705047932065845/posts/default/5774626253768095868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251705047932065845/posts/default/5774626253768095868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meowloodee.blogspot.com/2009/11/omgsrslywtf.html' title='Omgsrslywtf.'/><author><name>Melly.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05273201136603664052</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-4251705047932065845.post-5199410496289726990</id><published>2009-11-28T09:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T03:31:27.527+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just life'/><title type='text'>BKK!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;img class="aligncenter" title="Joel 20th" src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs037.snc3/12465_172957129997_563354997_2828737_6827394_n.jpg" alt="" width="604" height="453" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;img class="aligncenter" title="Joel 20th" src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs037.snc3/12465_172957109997_563354997_2828734_5617329_n.jpg" alt="" width="604" height="453" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;img class="aligncenter" title="Regine's 20th" src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs037.snc3/12465_173204219997_563354997_2830586_512906_n.jpg" alt="" width="453" height="604" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;img class="aligncenter" title="Regine's 20th" src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs046.snc3/13340_176942164474_594989474_2909089_7533427_n.jpg" alt="" width="604" height="453" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone" title="Melody's " src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs111.snc3/15837_183094027540_707767540_3423374_3344886_n.jpg" alt="" width="453" height="604" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;It was Joel's then Regine's birthday celebration, respectively. Joel had a BBQ with awesome "special mushroom bacon thingy" which was yummyx2. The next day we surprised Regine had a mini picnic over at Esplanade area. (: Had a very yummy time with them! Caught Christmas Carol with W which we left halfway through because it was putting us too sleep. Caught 2012 and New moon as well. Zouk with Mandy, Melody Huang and the SIM people for Melody.H's birthday whom was sloshed at before 1am. HAHAHAH, living up to our name!   Yesterday met the boy after school he had to wait for hours before getting his tummy filled. Hahahahahahahahaha. Finally book the air tickets and hotel for BKK next year! Wooowee!!!! W is not coming because I didn't wanna bore him to death since he said it was my called and his grandma birthday was on the 19th initially we were flying off on the 18th so he couldn't make it. Now he is just rubbing in and all. Ngek! ANYWAY! Sexcited much plz? HAHAHAHAHAHA.  Had dinner@ Ichiban! Then after 3 hours the boy came down again! HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE had Drive through Macdees shake shake fries. (:&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:right;"&gt;I haven't been the easiest person to be with but Thank You for sticking through. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4251705047932065845-5199410496289726990?l=meowloodee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meowloodee.blogspot.com/feeds/5199410496289726990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4251705047932065845&amp;postID=5199410496289726990&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251705047932065845/posts/default/5199410496289726990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251705047932065845/posts/default/5199410496289726990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meowloodee.blogspot.com/2009/11/bkk.html' title='BKK!!!'/><author><name>Melly.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05273201136603664052</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-4251705047932065845.post-6248486852816310835</id><published>2009-11-25T20:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T03:31:27.529+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just life'/><title type='text'>Happy pill.</title><content type='html'>Ditched school again. Tsk, thats what I have been doing best this semester. I need to get that damned motivation back just for 7 more weeks. Pretty please? I don't want to screw myself over. UT pleaze come in pretty pretty grades.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Holidays in 2 weeks. Am I happy or whuuuut?!?!!?!?!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Hahahaa, yes I'm. Frigging. Happy. wooooooooowt!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;/Edit&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Hee. I got my 2nd warning letter from school today. Tskkkkkk. Sucha waste of paper! Anyhow I was alittle bit more productive. Did my login, rebaked for 100th times so far no error, researched for articles for the site. The girlies are booking the flights hopefully tomorrow, W might be coming along! Teeehee, the girls asked him along. So he is considering, the fact that we might bore him to death and what nots.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4251705047932065845-6248486852816310835?l=meowloodee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meowloodee.blogspot.com/feeds/6248486852816310835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4251705047932065845&amp;postID=6248486852816310835&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251705047932065845/posts/default/6248486852816310835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251705047932065845/posts/default/6248486852816310835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meowloodee.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-pill.html' title='Happy pill.'/><author><name>Melly.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05273201136603664052</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-4251705047932065845.post-5086351173495515190</id><published>2009-11-23T07:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T03:31:27.530+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>14 year old</title><content type='html'>W was craving for home-made jellos and  they are one of the rare home made edible things that I could for once make. So I went 3 provision shops to look for Mr jellos. :( Couldn't find any. Hhahahaha. Now I just feel sillyyyyy. And I do not like feeling silly. Poospy.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;img class="aligncenter" title="still learning" src="http://abeautifulmess.typepad.com/.a/6a00d8358081ff69e2012875bbc241970c-320wi" alt="" width="320" height="415" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Think I epic fail as a Girlf. :\&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4251705047932065845-5086351173495515190?l=meowloodee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meowloodee.blogspot.com/feeds/5086351173495515190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4251705047932065845&amp;postID=5086351173495515190&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251705047932065845/posts/default/5086351173495515190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251705047932065845/posts/default/5086351173495515190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meowloodee.blogspot.com/2009/11/14-year-old.html' title='14 year old'/><author><name>Melly.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05273201136603664052</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-4251705047932065845.post-5633754965374995612</id><published>2009-11-23T01:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T03:31:45.874+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Funny how I have stop anticipating Christmas like I was before Mama passed on. Christmas eve was usually spend at her's and the kids, us, will beg, whine,  in town.  I remember the following year after she passed away. We try to keep it the same. I cried later that night. I couldn't comprehend how easy it was for him to replace her. For everything to be back to how it was. Like nothing ever happen, she just didn't exist.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Since then things have changed, never did stop either. Of course I did enjoy my Christmas. May not be as much as I did at some but I do.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;This year, seeing how much the silly boy is excited about it makes me slightly gooey inside. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4251705047932065845-5633754965374995612?l=meowloodee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meowloodee.blogspot.com/feeds/5633754965374995612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4251705047932065845&amp;postID=5633754965374995612&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251705047932065845/posts/default/5633754965374995612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251705047932065845/posts/default/5633754965374995612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meowloodee.blogspot.com/2009/11/funny-how-i-have-stop-anticipating.html' title=''/><author><name>Melly.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05273201136603664052</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-4251705047932065845.post-8069953585647049689</id><published>2009-11-19T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T03:31:27.532+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dear you'/><title type='text'>The Leap</title><content type='html'>This is the moment whereby every other &lt;em&gt;I told you so&lt;/em&gt; smack right at our face, not that I mind one bit, in fact at all. (:&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Inbetweens the lame fights, the conversations that lasted till 4ams, the unglam moments, the&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;we're just&lt;em&gt; Bestfriend&lt;/em&gt; phase, the suppers, the opening up, the endless bitching, the late nights, the movies, the laughing till my mouth literally aches, the staying up with me even though you're dead smashed, the gaining of weights, the doing nothing, the car rides, the just talking, the ECPs; HendersonWave; Labrador; WCP , the Changi Airports, the satisfying my/yours cravings, the wrestling, the exchanging of YouTube videos/Picture/Songs,the rubbing in my face by calling me bestfriend, the putting __ in my face, the weird noises you do to entertain yourself when you're driving, the ordering of way too much food for two of us and tell me it's not a lot, the always making things easier for me, the driving me around whenever possible even if at the most unearthly hours, the going to get ice cream because you know it makes me feel better, the almost-break downs, the trying your best to drive damn smoothly and letting me sleep in longer despite reaching and resulting in you having to wait but still not waking me up, the wanting to stand up for me, the listening to me bitch, the understanding and patience, the always compromising, the waking up in the early morning traveling down to Woodlands just to accompany me to town, the coming down to Woodlands for a few hours just to hang out, the appearing in my house 45 minutes right after the &lt;em&gt;I miss you&lt;/em&gt;, the knowing my menstrual cycle better than I do, the its okay to be grumpy because it mensey week, the secretly trying to get me fat, the being able to complete my sentence,  the so many more.. and the many more to comes.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I (: you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4251705047932065845-8069953585647049689?l=meowloodee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meowloodee.blogspot.com/feeds/8069953585647049689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4251705047932065845&amp;postID=8069953585647049689&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251705047932065845/posts/default/8069953585647049689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251705047932065845/posts/default/8069953585647049689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meowloodee.blogspot.com/2009/11/leap.html' title='The Leap'/><author><name>Melly.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05273201136603664052</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4251705047932065845.post-4238442372132752961</id><published>2009-11-19T07:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T03:31:27.534+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just life'/><title type='text'>Something to be thankful about</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;      &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Kpohfny7jWg"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;      &lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;      &lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Kpohfny7jWg;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;      &lt;/object&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I'm such a crybaby D:&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I fucking hate monsoon season. Rah. Makes me sick kitty with swollen gum. + the 1 month late Menses. All at once, like &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;shiok&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;!  For the past few mensey times W brought me for Ice cream cause it makes me &lt;span style="text-decoration:line-through;"&gt;less bitcher&lt;/span&gt; happier. It's 1 &lt;em&gt;nao&lt;/em&gt; that crazy boy ask if I was sleeping soon so he could bring icecream over. Must be guilty. Hahahahahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4251705047932065845-4238442372132752961?l=meowloodee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meowloodee.blogspot.com/feeds/4238442372132752961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4251705047932065845&amp;postID=4238442372132752961&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251705047932065845/posts/default/4238442372132752961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251705047932065845/posts/default/4238442372132752961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meowloodee.blogspot.com/2009/11/something-to-be-thankful-about.html' title='Something to be thankful about'/><author><name>Melly.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05273201136603664052</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-4251705047932065845.post-7717355920933448994</id><published>2009-11-12T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T03:31:27.536+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just life'/><title type='text'>Maybe two is better than one</title><content type='html'>Was in Winebar with Jerm, Ivan and Mandy. I had UT and classes the next day and barely slept the previous, so only reason why I went ahead with it was, it have been way too long since I see the boys and I missed Mandy way too much. Wanted hang after Winebar, grab drinks but I was too smashed. So my very orsum W came to pick me up at 2 in the morning. :D&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Days like this are the ones that keep me going. Did I mention albeit just doing nothing I had one of the more enjoyable nights?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Project: TRY to be healthy, is still on. Weekly run with W will resume this week after 1 week of hiatus,&lt;span style="text-decoration:line-through;"&gt; if I'm not too lazy or tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4251705047932065845-7717355920933448994?l=meowloodee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meowloodee.blogspot.com/feeds/7717355920933448994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4251705047932065845&amp;postID=7717355920933448994&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251705047932065845/posts/default/7717355920933448994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251705047932065845/posts/default/7717355920933448994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meowloodee.blogspot.com/2009/11/maybe-two-is-better-than-one.html' title='Maybe two is better than one'/><author><name>Melly.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05273201136603664052</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-4251705047932065845.post-3185409162141159150</id><published>2009-11-10T08:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T03:31:27.538+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hush-Hush'/><title type='text'>Don't think I could explain this any better</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;img class="aligncenter" title="Sunshine" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aVZ9WIUcJT4/SvhGRIztr_I/AAAAAAAAAjY/sMoCAVX9-Qw/s1600/ThePageant.jpg" alt="" width="500" height="325" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4251705047932065845-3185409162141159150?l=meowloodee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meowloodee.blogspot.com/feeds/3185409162141159150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4251705047932065845&amp;postID=3185409162141159150&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251705047932065845/posts/default/3185409162141159150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251705047932065845/posts/default/3185409162141159150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meowloodee.blogspot.com/2009/11/don-think-i-could-explain-this-any.html' title='Don&amp;#39;t think I could explain this any better'/><author><name>Melly.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05273201136603664052</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/_aVZ9WIUcJT4/SvhGRIztr_I/AAAAAAAAAjY/sMoCAVX9-Qw/s72-c/ThePageant.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4251705047932065845.post-9094952437207871009</id><published>2009-11-07T08:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T03:31:27.541+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just life'/><title type='text'>Home cook!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;img class="aligncenter" title="BFFFS" src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs003.snc3/11068_168435246686_618756686_2983231_7855686_n.jpg" alt="" width="476" height="358" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:left;"&gt;It have been ages since we camwhore. Was ZM's 21st on Tuesday hence the excuse to camwhore for the girlies. Happy Birthday ZM! &amp;lt;3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;img class="aligncenter" title="BFFFS" src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs003.snc3/11068_168435301686_618756686_2983239_5712650_n.jpg" alt="" width="490" height="367" /&gt;CIMS has also come to an end, had to go up the "stage" swore it was embarrassing. It was a good experience despite the 9ams at redhill. (: I had to trudge the "trophy" after which.The teams had some really amazing ideas, extremely impressed with some.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;img class="aligncenter" title="CIMS" src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs026.snc3/11331_166281762257_501277257_2701932_2544592_n.jpg" alt="" width="503" height="377" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:left;"&gt;FYP started, the madness officially begins next week! UT pretty much kept me busy! Since W and I have been gaining weight he thinks he should try to stop gaining. ECP, 3km. No kidding. I'm orsum , no? :) Also, he came down yesterday to deliver home made strawberry Jam around 10ish, went to our new found favourite supper place. Also last weekend was spend over at his. Had some really yummy W-made-German Shepard's pie. Swear! Not because its W-made And our dosage of How I me your Mother.  Caught Sister's keeper after that. Met some really creepy freaked whom offered himself as a service to be a HORSE for me? In short, offer to piggyback me. Ate way too much Delifrance with the girls and KFC with them. Watched Jennifer's Body with W. Home cook dinner tomorrow. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4251705047932065845-9094952437207871009?l=meowloodee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meowloodee.blogspot.com/feeds/9094952437207871009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4251705047932065845&amp;postID=9094952437207871009&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251705047932065845/posts/default/9094952437207871009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251705047932065845/posts/default/9094952437207871009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meowloodee.blogspot.com/2009/11/home-cook.html' title='Home cook!'/><author><name>Melly.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05273201136603664052</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-4251705047932065845.post-1823499189262510372</id><published>2009-11-06T17:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T03:31:27.542+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hush-Hush'/><title type='text'>2am runaways</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align:right;"&gt;The telling yourself knowing you can never measure up just in case anyone else could say I told you so, you'd be the first yourself. The putting one foot out because if he's leaving, you're at least you are halfway out as well. The if he does something wrong," two strike and you're out" just so you wouldn't hang on when you shouldn't like the last one.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;em&gt;I miss having those cheeky-laughter-filled-conversation-that-makes-me-smile-endless. I miss 2am(s)  laughters. &lt;/em&gt;I miss, &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Damn school.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4251705047932065845-1823499189262510372?l=meowloodee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meowloodee.blogspot.com/feeds/1823499189262510372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4251705047932065845&amp;postID=1823499189262510372&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251705047932065845/posts/default/1823499189262510372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251705047932065845/posts/default/1823499189262510372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meowloodee.blogspot.com/2009/11/2am-runaways.html' title='2am runaways'/><author><name>Melly.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05273201136603664052</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></feed>
