<?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-8033971695592141915</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:17:24.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Counting your face among the living</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m-elancolique.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033971695592141915/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m-elancolique.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033971695592141915/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17977508342105270922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>113</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8033971695592141915.post-4392389593670626427</id><published>2008-05-15T04:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T04:33:46.117-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Im staying at my uncle's house now, and its much more pleasant than I had expected. Of course I miss my darling computer, which has like gazillions of my files :&lt; Also, his laptop (which I am using) does not have messenger so its slightly weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can think of a time when this would have bothered me greatly but it doesn't now. The people that I talk to online (but not very much in RL) are the people that I would never have a close relationship with anyway. and it just doesn't seem important :\ because, whatever I do or say now won't affect you anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People get more cynical as they grow older. I think I'm aging prematurely. ok i will talk about teenagerish things :D I remember this ah beng I met at a pasar malam, he was selling clocks. and my grandmother wanted to buy an alarm clock. and I remember he was really nice and very very cute and he attempted to talk to me but I just mumbled something in reply. tres pathétique! ;(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel younger! haha this was stupid 8)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8033971695592141915-4392389593670626427?l=m-elancolique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m-elancolique.blogspot.com/feeds/4392389593670626427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8033971695592141915&amp;postID=4392389593670626427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033971695592141915/posts/default/4392389593670626427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033971695592141915/posts/default/4392389593670626427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m-elancolique.blogspot.com/2008/05/im-staying-at-my-uncles-house-now-and.html' title=''/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17977508342105270922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8033971695592141915.post-5503890047937605690</id><published>2008-05-09T10:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T10:26:29.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today I think some people were calling me in the hall, but I wasn't sure so I didn't respond. and to save myself from embarrassment I kindof tried to look away or something. ARGH! so paiseh -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was watching the first episode of Super Junior Mystery 6! and one part when like this:&lt;br /&gt;*Heechul lies on KangIn's stomach*&lt;br /&gt;KangIn: -puts hand on Heechul's face- You're really pretty... I want you.&lt;br /&gt;Heechul: -smile- What do you think is the prettiest about me?&lt;br /&gt;KangIn: Your nipples. -laughs evilly-&lt;br /&gt;Heechul: -gets up- Whats wrong with you!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn cute la. 8D and they are both guys. HAHA. seems like asians are more gay than... well, nonasians.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8033971695592141915-5503890047937605690?l=m-elancolique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m-elancolique.blogspot.com/feeds/5503890047937605690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8033971695592141915&amp;postID=5503890047937605690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033971695592141915/posts/default/5503890047937605690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033971695592141915/posts/default/5503890047937605690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m-elancolique.blogspot.com/2008/05/today-i-think-some-people-were-calling.html' title=''/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17977508342105270922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8033971695592141915.post-806107509801749296</id><published>2008-05-07T23:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T00:23:52.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You have exaggerated demands on life but you are cautious enough to try to hide these beliefs from the outside world. You are covert enough to try to impress other people around you with your achievements and at the same time able to put on an act of pretending to be 'humble' - being the same as everyone else. It would appear, however, that whatever you are doing seems to be working out O.K.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You 'need to be needed'. As an idealist you are intolerant of anything short of special consideration from those close to you. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;If you do not get what you seek you are apt to become reclusive and you will close the doors on all those within your sphere of influence.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;At times one is burdened with more than one's fair share of problems and this would appear to be your situation at present. But you are adamant - you know what you wish to achieve - and by giving a little and taking a little you may well find that the realization of your dreams could become a reality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;For whatever the reason, you find it extremely difficult to sustain relationships - that is to sustain them in the manner that you would wish. You are a very gentle sort of person, full of feeling, sensitivity and susceptible to love and affection, looking and longing for a partner with whom you can enjoy 'All things bright and beautiful' - someone with whom you can seek out the more esoteric things of life. But up to now this person has only existed in your imagination. You are very choosy, appreciative, refined and extremely artistic in temperament and it is your hope to seek others who will allow you to form and express your own taste and judgement and who at the same time may assist you in your intellectual or artistic growth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In the past your trusting attitude has often been misunderstood and so you have needed to protect yourself against your tendency to be abused and taken advantage of. As a consequence you possibly adopt an aloof and critical attitude and you are only willing to let your guard down once sincerity and trustworthiness can be assured.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[http://www.goldinuniverse.com]&lt;/p&gt;^This assessment makes me sound so weak. anyway.&lt;br /&gt;I have watched six episodes of anime!&lt;br /&gt;I have bought my mom a bracelet for Mothers' Day!&lt;br /&gt;I love Kim Heechul!&lt;br /&gt;yay 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because my house will be going under renovation soon, I will be moving to my uncle's house temporarily. and will have to take bus by myself everyday D: If anyone takes 88 to school, please accompany me :S&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8033971695592141915-806107509801749296?l=m-elancolique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m-elancolique.blogspot.com/feeds/806107509801749296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8033971695592141915&amp;postID=806107509801749296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033971695592141915/posts/default/806107509801749296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033971695592141915/posts/default/806107509801749296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m-elancolique.blogspot.com/2008/05/you-have-exaggerated-demands-on-life.html' title=''/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17977508342105270922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8033971695592141915.post-2011458233380314786</id><published>2008-05-02T02:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T02:08:16.152-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="ljcmt2145885"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I realised that when you meet new friends, you're so caught up in the friendship that you don't notice any of their flaws. Then later as time passes you began to know other (bad) things about them- and it all boils down to whether you still choose to think the best of them after you fully see them for who they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its okay. you're my friend. I still love you 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physics paper was horrible as predicted (history was okay) but! The first week of exams is OVER! -super happy- I shall resolve to be happy everyday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GLD3aePrlyI/SBrZTXP0l5I/AAAAAAAAAcQ/VEnbDYZZBYA/s1600-h/davidcook.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GLD3aePrlyI/SBrZTXP0l5I/AAAAAAAAAcQ/VEnbDYZZBYA/s200/davidcook.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195704046806407058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello,&lt;br /&gt;it is me you're looking for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(it doesn't sound stalkerish when he sings it♥)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8033971695592141915-2011458233380314786?l=m-elancolique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m-elancolique.blogspot.com/feeds/2011458233380314786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8033971695592141915&amp;postID=2011458233380314786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033971695592141915/posts/default/2011458233380314786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033971695592141915/posts/default/2011458233380314786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m-elancolique.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-realised-that-when-you-meet-new.html' title=''/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17977508342105270922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_GLD3aePrlyI/SBrZTXP0l5I/AAAAAAAAAcQ/VEnbDYZZBYA/s72-c/davidcook.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8033971695592141915.post-911258084379251740</id><published>2008-05-01T06:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T06:54:57.615-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>不要在我面前摆弄青春！&lt;br /&gt;RAWR!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is physics &amp;amp; history paper. physics definitely won't do well :I and I havent finished studying history. well. good luck to me :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days ago there was this quarrel between a young couple and two men in their forties. the latter had been driving when the couple supposedly dashed out, and although they weren't hurt, the two men got out of the car to quarrel anyways. 9_9 being a busybody I stood at the window and watched everything. and there was the old man from my block who went down and stood at the void deck to watch. damn cute la! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, please dont let me fail.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8033971695592141915-911258084379251740?l=m-elancolique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m-elancolique.blogspot.com/feeds/911258084379251740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8033971695592141915&amp;postID=911258084379251740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033971695592141915/posts/default/911258084379251740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033971695592141915/posts/default/911258084379251740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m-elancolique.blogspot.com/2008/05/rawr-tomorrow-is-physics-history-paper.html' title=''/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17977508342105270922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8033971695592141915.post-177316163565505258</id><published>2008-04-24T06:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T07:15:32.874-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>edit: Do I have to get angry before you know how to take the INITIATIVE to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;APOLOGISE&lt;/span&gt;?!&lt;br /&gt;you.... fucking &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;IMBECILE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To people who have no originality.&lt;br /&gt;To people who are fucking rude.&lt;br /&gt;To people who can't keep their mouths shut.&lt;br /&gt;To oversensitive people.&lt;br /&gt;To overly dense people.&lt;br /&gt;To people who forget about people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK YOU!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok I need something to calm me down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8033971695592141915-177316163565505258?l=m-elancolique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m-elancolique.blogspot.com/feeds/177316163565505258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8033971695592141915&amp;postID=177316163565505258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033971695592141915/posts/default/177316163565505258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033971695592141915/posts/default/177316163565505258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m-elancolique.blogspot.com/2008/04/to-people-who-have-no-originality.html' title=''/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17977508342105270922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8033971695592141915.post-675313565050023924</id><published>2008-04-23T05:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T05:31:02.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A quiz thing I stole from quila/michelle because I was bored~ ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. At what age do you wish to be married?&lt;br /&gt;preferably before 26. or stay single forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What are the things you wanna do the most when you retire?&lt;br /&gt;relax... learn to play more instruments, travel the world, take care of cats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Where is the place that you want to go the most?&lt;br /&gt;would like to visit Japan/France/Venice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. If you can have one dream come true, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;To save everyone. (you probably wont understand.) @_@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Do you believe you can survive without money?&lt;br /&gt;No lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What are you afraid to lose the most?&lt;br /&gt;probably... a place to live in? ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. If you win $1 million, what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;buy a dollfie!! Then i would save/invest the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. If you meet someone that you love, would you confess to him/her?&lt;br /&gt;nah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What requirement do you wish from your other half?&lt;br /&gt;ehm. loves God. loves animals. is not lousy at english. can play an instrument.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What kind of person do you hate the most?&lt;br /&gt;overly sensitive people. overly insensitive people. people with serious superiority complexes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. If you are given the chance to go back to the past and make a difference, will you?&lt;br /&gt;definitely :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Unconditional love. What does it mean to you?&lt;br /&gt;don't kid yourself, only God has it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. If there's a war (or something similar) happening in your place, are you going to move to a safer place, or fight?&lt;br /&gt;Im gonna move and pray while moving (to ease my guilt :X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. If you have the chance, which part of your character you would like to change?&lt;br /&gt;to be more extroverted I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Who is the person that you can share all your problems with?&lt;br /&gt;kel, karyn, simon :}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What's your weakest point?&lt;br /&gt;I should be revising for the math test tomorrow but Im not, so... procrastinating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. What's the thing that you're most proud of?&lt;br /&gt;there is nothing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Will you ever want to change your name?&lt;br /&gt;nah. most people can pronounce it (with the exception of mr ang who calls me "cho" =A=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What makes the world go round?&lt;br /&gt;LOVE! we are children of God! but in the actual case it would be some scientific thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. What does the concoction of happiness consists of?&lt;br /&gt;contentment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am panicking for Midyears. but not panicky enough to study. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HOW&lt;/span&gt; 0A0;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8033971695592141915-675313565050023924?l=m-elancolique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m-elancolique.blogspot.com/feeds/675313565050023924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8033971695592141915&amp;postID=675313565050023924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033971695592141915/posts/default/675313565050023924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033971695592141915/posts/default/675313565050023924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m-elancolique.blogspot.com/2008/04/quiz-thing-i-stole-from-quilamichelle.html' title=''/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17977508342105270922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8033971695592141915.post-790868348756672068</id><published>2008-04-20T06:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T06:56:41.521-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lesson learnt from sermon:&lt;br /&gt;Kisses are more than a display of intimacy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who go around kissing people like its nothing. AWAIT YOUR RETRIBUTION.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok the sermon isn't really about that but whatever ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we celebrated my grandfather's birthday. Happy birthday kong kong :) sometimes I am really glad for the fact that we are able to love someone just because they are related to us. or not I think i will be a very unfeeling person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GLD3aePrlyI/SAtKvN1dL6I/AAAAAAAAAcI/fFLg8u5VEvU/s1600-h/IMG_1701.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GLD3aePrlyI/SAtKvN1dL6I/AAAAAAAAAcI/fFLg8u5VEvU/s200/IMG_1701.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191325170502807458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can enlarge the picture if you're interested to see it (which you probably aren't). its an old picture taken during chinese new year anyway. so.. yeah. my super grandfather \(- -)/! 80 this year. God bless him. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kor is at my uncles house so I am BORED TO TEARS Y_Y&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8033971695592141915-790868348756672068?l=m-elancolique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m-elancolique.blogspot.com/feeds/790868348756672068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8033971695592141915&amp;postID=790868348756672068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033971695592141915/posts/default/790868348756672068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033971695592141915/posts/default/790868348756672068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m-elancolique.blogspot.com/2008/04/lesson-learnt-from-sermon-kisses-are.html' title=''/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17977508342105270922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GLD3aePrlyI/SAtKvN1dL6I/AAAAAAAAAcI/fFLg8u5VEvU/s72-c/IMG_1701.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8033971695592141915.post-5368794691261860935</id><published>2008-04-14T06:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T07:12:51.828-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>conversation between me and brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: Do you have a belt?&lt;br /&gt;him: no. buy for me la.&lt;br /&gt;me: I buy for you for what! I dont have belt leh.&lt;br /&gt;him: I also don't have.&lt;br /&gt;me: ...if I buy a belt for you so I can borrow from you, isn't it very stupid?&lt;br /&gt;him: its a very nice thing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok ya quite lame. but I do want a belt. from shanalogic :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think growing older has made me more materialistic. it is quite scary, in the way that its natural. But at least I have not demanded for a phone :D like many prepubescent kids. when people say that they can't survive without a phone I can be like, hello, I'm alive and kicking. haha IN YR FACE :@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ruth kept saying that I kept mentioning how cute the drummer was. why? Because I have CLOSURE! 8) and he really is very cute. (church drummer.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok now I will study.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8033971695592141915-5368794691261860935?l=m-elancolique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m-elancolique.blogspot.com/feeds/5368794691261860935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8033971695592141915&amp;postID=5368794691261860935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033971695592141915/posts/default/5368794691261860935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033971695592141915/posts/default/5368794691261860935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m-elancolique.blogspot.com/2008/04/conversation-between-me-and-brother.html' title=''/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17977508342105270922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8033971695592141915.post-1075344272198540931</id><published>2008-04-11T04:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T04:20:39.061-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Firstly; thank you God for bringing blossom safely back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I treated jamie to bubble tea and helped her shake it and poked the straw inside for her to drink, in exchange for her walking me to the bus stop (the one on the side of the school). Thus I can conclude that I would make an excellent boyfriend. :&gt; (no link)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am hating it that the seniors are leaving. No more zee zee, no more jamie, no more wanting etc etc ): cca, which is already boring and dull, will become boring-er and duller. my life will have no colors. and such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well. I just realised that Itazura na Kiss is the main storyline for It started with a kiss (the tw drama). Almost all the storylines of taiwan dramas are stolen from Japanese manga. HAHA LOSERS. ._. hokay I am off to watch xxxHolic: Kei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamie: no need to ask, I will surely miss you :{&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8033971695592141915-1075344272198540931?l=m-elancolique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m-elancolique.blogspot.com/feeds/1075344272198540931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8033971695592141915&amp;postID=1075344272198540931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033971695592141915/posts/default/1075344272198540931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033971695592141915/posts/default/1075344272198540931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m-elancolique.blogspot.com/2008/04/firstly-thank-you-god-for-bringing.html' title=''/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17977508342105270922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8033971695592141915.post-1319376921858662357</id><published>2008-04-04T04:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T05:17:46.808-07:00</updated><title type='text'>boo.</title><content type='html'>quila has been pestering me to blog so here I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I am very happy!! Because&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.I bought book 2~4 of otomen, and I am extra happy because the comic shop owner is very nice:D&lt;br /&gt;2.JAMIE READS xxxHolic!! so shocking. I think she couldn't see that I was shocked, but I was. and happy. Haha. GO HOLIC!&lt;br /&gt;3.I bought some fried chicken thing from this stall which no one bought from, and the woman looked so happy and grateful! such a nice feeling. to be nice.&lt;br /&gt;4.I saw this super cute guy! actually I didnt see his face, but his hair was nice. oh well. still! hard to find guys with nice hair.&lt;br /&gt;5.My threadless tees arrived in the mail!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now I am watching a lousy taiwan version of "Deal or no deal" with Jacky Wu as the host.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;卖&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;不&lt;/span&gt;卖！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&gt;:O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8033971695592141915-1319376921858662357?l=m-elancolique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m-elancolique.blogspot.com/feeds/1319376921858662357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8033971695592141915&amp;postID=1319376921858662357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033971695592141915/posts/default/1319376921858662357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033971695592141915/posts/default/1319376921858662357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m-elancolique.blogspot.com/2008/04/boo.html' title='boo.'/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17977508342105270922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8033971695592141915.post-3800261545435906754</id><published>2008-03-26T01:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T01:10:22.918-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>今天好累，好难过。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;好emo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somemore when I was walking home it was raining, then when I reached home it stopped! how weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont understand a word of physics and chem and chinese. and I realised that I prefer reading shoujo manga in chinese, because english sounds cheesy-romantic. chinese is poetic-romantic. Ah. the mind of a literature student.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im very tired. and starting to sound whiny, so bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8033971695592141915-3800261545435906754?l=m-elancolique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m-elancolique.blogspot.com/feeds/3800261545435906754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8033971695592141915&amp;postID=3800261545435906754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033971695592141915/posts/default/3800261545435906754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033971695592141915/posts/default/3800261545435906754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m-elancolique.blogspot.com/2008/03/emo.html' title=''/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17977508342105270922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8033971695592141915.post-6274498404357136877</id><published>2008-03-18T06:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T07:17:47.557-07:00</updated><title type='text'>):</title><content type='html'>I'm dead tired and everyone is ignoring me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x A x;)  &lt;- dead face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had enough!  /grandmother-of-Anastasia accent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GLD3aePrlyI/R9_OjkSlSWI/AAAAAAAAAbA/9Awqf-Pswug/s1600-h/dannyn6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GLD3aePrlyI/R9_OjkSlSWI/AAAAAAAAAbA/9Awqf-Pswug/s320/dannyn6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179085206931720546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DANNY!!!!111&lt;br /&gt;ryan is so extra.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8033971695592141915-6274498404357136877?l=m-elancolique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m-elancolique.blogspot.com/feeds/6274498404357136877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8033971695592141915&amp;postID=6274498404357136877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033971695592141915/posts/default/6274498404357136877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033971695592141915/posts/default/6274498404357136877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m-elancolique.blogspot.com/2008/03/blog-post.html' title='):'/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17977508342105270922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GLD3aePrlyI/R9_OjkSlSWI/AAAAAAAAAbA/9Awqf-Pswug/s72-c/dannyn6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8033971695592141915.post-3651404650476011487</id><published>2008-03-13T20:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T20:11:59.637-07:00</updated><title type='text'>new</title><content type='html'>changed my blogskin because I got sick of the happy faces and colorful scheme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holiday seems to have been a waste of time. Everyday its computer, ds, tv, drawing blah blah :\ I have no motivation for anything, not after the disastrous __. Haven't done a single piece of homework. And all I can think about is how my blogskins account is empty...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am making a new skin. it is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;gazette&lt;/span&gt; (evil laughter)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok I have no idea what to say. I hope everyone has had a good holiday so far ~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8033971695592141915-3651404650476011487?l=m-elancolique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m-elancolique.blogspot.com/feeds/3651404650476011487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8033971695592141915&amp;postID=3651404650476011487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033971695592141915/posts/default/3651404650476011487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033971695592141915/posts/default/3651404650476011487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m-elancolique.blogspot.com/2008/03/new.html' title='new'/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17977508342105270922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8033971695592141915.post-4879435810361332649</id><published>2008-03-07T06:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T07:07:11.073-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GLD3aePrlyI/R9FZCkSlSVI/AAAAAAAAAa4/ATkdyfBKar0/s1600-h/dannyn3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GLD3aePrlyI/R9FZCkSlSVI/AAAAAAAAAa4/ATkdyfBKar0/s320/dannyn3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175015347461638482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NOOOOOOOOOOOO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOOOOOOOOO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;)':&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8033971695592141915-4879435810361332649?l=m-elancolique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m-elancolique.blogspot.com/feeds/4879435810361332649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8033971695592141915&amp;postID=4879435810361332649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033971695592141915/posts/default/4879435810361332649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033971695592141915/posts/default/4879435810361332649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m-elancolique.blogspot.com/2008/03/noooooooooooo-nooooooooo-i-love-you.html' title=''/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17977508342105270922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GLD3aePrlyI/R9FZCkSlSVI/AAAAAAAAAa4/ATkdyfBKar0/s72-c/dannyn3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8033971695592141915.post-8920753551151072024</id><published>2008-02-29T05:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T05:29:25.672-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>chloe has no life NO LIFE NO LIFE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8033971695592141915-8920753551151072024?l=m-elancolique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m-elancolique.blogspot.com/feeds/8920753551151072024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8033971695592141915&amp;postID=8920753551151072024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033971695592141915/posts/default/8920753551151072024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033971695592141915/posts/default/8920753551151072024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m-elancolique.blogspot.com/2008/02/chloe-has-no-life-no-life-no-life.html' title=''/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17977508342105270922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8033971695592141915.post-5419490548682168984</id><published>2008-02-23T06:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T07:03:41.023-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are the Middle Finger&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatfingerareyouquiz/finger-3.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bit fragile and dependent on your friends, you're not nearly as hostile as you seem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are balanced, easy to get along with, and quite serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, you can get angry and fed up with those around you. And you aren't afraid to show it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get along well with: The Index Finger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay away from: The Pinky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatfingerareyouquiz/"&gt;What Finger Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmmm :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are a Ghost&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatkindofmonsterareyouquiz/ghost.gif" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mysterious, independent, and often unseen - you always do things your own way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are introverted, shy, and even a little secretive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People are dying to know you better, but you're a difficult person to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of your contributions to the world are left invisible and unfelt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your greatest power: Blending in really well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your greatest weakness: Being too passive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You play well with: Witches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofmonsterareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Monster Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o_0&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8033971695592141915-5419490548682168984?l=m-elancolique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m-elancolique.blogspot.com/feeds/5419490548682168984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8033971695592141915&amp;postID=5419490548682168984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033971695592141915/posts/default/5419490548682168984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033971695592141915/posts/default/5419490548682168984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m-elancolique.blogspot.com/2008/02/you-are-middle-finger-bit-fragile-and.html' title=''/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17977508342105270922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8033971695592141915.post-4621218507775150783</id><published>2008-02-22T05:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T06:21:08.596-08:00</updated><title type='text'>bah.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GLD3aePrlyI/R77Z2vmALHI/AAAAAAAAAao/JgVhVwJOYGI/s1600-h/jeddhood.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GLD3aePrlyI/R77Z2vmALHI/AAAAAAAAAao/JgVhVwJOYGI/s320/jeddhood.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169808956779932786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it annoying when a guy(friend) keeps yapping on about how pretty someone is?! like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;WHATEVER&lt;/span&gt; -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok that probably sounded super bimbo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been doing nothing much all day but reading &lt;a href="http://wendylady2.livejournal.com/"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea what to write. I think Jamie is very pretty. T is a very lucky guy. I love you Jamie! :D Bwahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: Isn't that photo of Jedd super cute?! Makes his head look like a peanut~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8033971695592141915-4621218507775150783?l=m-elancolique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m-elancolique.blogspot.com/feeds/4621218507775150783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8033971695592141915&amp;postID=4621218507775150783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033971695592141915/posts/default/4621218507775150783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033971695592141915/posts/default/4621218507775150783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m-elancolique.blogspot.com/2008/02/bah.html' title='bah.'/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17977508342105270922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GLD3aePrlyI/R77Z2vmALHI/AAAAAAAAAao/JgVhVwJOYGI/s72-c/jeddhood.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8033971695592141915.post-7702711127680563646</id><published>2008-02-18T03:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T04:05:16.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GLD3aePrlyI/R7lzA_mALGI/AAAAAAAAAag/zIUGnyUfkTU/s1600-h/chloelovestoraforever.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GLD3aePrlyI/R7lzA_mALGI/AAAAAAAAAag/zIUGnyUfkTU/s320/chloelovestoraforever.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168288508292377698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I love &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tora&lt;/span&gt; ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tons of homework undone and a test tomorrow, and I am ogling at Teru (ZOMG) scans. Bwahahaha. So much for the misconception that Im a guaikia or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tora is my idol~ I shall resolve to be like him. The passion musicians have for their music is really amazing. I want to feel like that for at least one aspect in my life, like "I want to do this well", not because its the proper thing to do but because you love doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I making sense? Oh well. feeling strongly for anything is probably deemed as uncool as all the "cool" people are supposedly sian and slack and, I dunno, good-looking or something. I already fufill two of the criteria (-..-) The third, maybe surgery will fix... haw haw. lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want the "Cloud Smiles" piano sheet music! Ruth, I blame you for this. the song is beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a keitai (&gt;m&lt;") But have no good reason @%#$&amp;amp;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8033971695592141915-7702711127680563646?l=m-elancolique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m-elancolique.blogspot.com/feeds/7702711127680563646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8033971695592141915&amp;postID=7702711127680563646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033971695592141915/posts/default/7702711127680563646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033971695592141915/posts/default/7702711127680563646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m-elancolique.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-love-tora-m-but-have-no-good-reason.html' title=''/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17977508342105270922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GLD3aePrlyI/R7lzA_mALGI/AAAAAAAAAag/zIUGnyUfkTU/s72-c/chloelovestoraforever.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8033971695592141915.post-4421777703711916288</id><published>2008-02-15T09:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T09:51:38.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'>untitled agn</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GLD3aePrlyI/R7XQ8PmALFI/AAAAAAAAAaY/QX_wnV61LFE/s1600-h/jeddblanket.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GLD3aePrlyI/R7XQ8PmALFI/AAAAAAAAAaY/QX_wnV61LFE/s320/jeddblanket.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167265880874167378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we went to the war memorial thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Ok I guess. the Important Peoples were a bit high-and-mighty :\ Then we took a photo with the rifle people who were so cool:D The middle guy was cute because he was kinda shy and serious. or something. I was quite afraid I would fall in the water because we had to keep manuvering around the Important People. after that in the bus gasper tried to irritate me by singing the "touch me" song or something (-__-;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No CCA today so I could go back with Simon♥ &gt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8033971695592141915-4421777703711916288?l=m-elancolique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m-elancolique.blogspot.com/feeds/4421777703711916288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8033971695592141915&amp;postID=4421777703711916288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033971695592141915/posts/default/4421777703711916288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033971695592141915/posts/default/4421777703711916288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m-elancolique.blogspot.com/2008/02/untitled-agn.html' title='untitled agn'/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17977508342105270922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_GLD3aePrlyI/R7XQ8PmALFI/AAAAAAAAAaY/QX_wnV61LFE/s72-c/jeddblanket.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8033971695592141915.post-2084569828892749538</id><published>2008-02-14T05:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T09:26:02.812-08:00</updated><title type='text'>v- day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;birthday&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Valerieteh&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are officially 17! (your favorite number!) :D I know I have probably never said it but you know I love you, right? [: ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ You are loved by God and all of the cg members! (there are seven hearts in total)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on my way home a Schnauzer came up to me and let me pet it!! So cute lah Omgosh. I like Schnauzers. and all kinds of dogs. Dogs are awesome as opposed to humans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a sian kind of day, even if I kind of enjoyed lit. I think valentine's last year was more fun, with the lame dedication thingos and all. plus, I wasn't teased -_- If someone else teases me I am going to snap. Like a rubber band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hair is dropping a lot. It has been dropping ever since I have had the stupid pox. This is very worrying. (&lt;&gt;____&lt;&gt;;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;edit/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I think this is generally a very bad valentine's for people all around. I can't help but worry for kel and cream. and idk how to put it but generally I've learnt quite a few things...? about other people, I mean. It doesn't have to be my fault for me to feel guilty. none of these are based on today's events.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and I am awesomely relieved that no one has any reason to tease me now.:D &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;HA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hopefully all this emoshit will make my compo more emotion-ful :S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span size="2"&gt;/edit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8033971695592141915-2084569828892749538?l=m-elancolique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m-elancolique.blogspot.com/feeds/2084569828892749538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8033971695592141915&amp;postID=2084569828892749538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033971695592141915/posts/default/2084569828892749538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033971695592141915/posts/default/2084569828892749538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m-elancolique.blogspot.com/2008/02/v-day.html' title='v- day'/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17977508342105270922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8033971695592141915.post-4956250668064889848</id><published>2008-02-13T02:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T02:30:13.704-08:00</updated><title type='text'>muahhahaa.</title><content type='html'>When I wanted to type "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;denominator&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I typed &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Demonata&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;(&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;______&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8033971695592141915-4956250668064889848?l=m-elancolique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m-elancolique.blogspot.com/feeds/4956250668064889848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8033971695592141915&amp;postID=4956250668064889848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033971695592141915/posts/default/4956250668064889848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033971695592141915/posts/default/4956250668064889848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m-elancolique.blogspot.com/2008/02/muahhahaa.html' title='muahhahaa.'/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17977508342105270922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8033971695592141915.post-5813827635277379768</id><published>2008-02-12T07:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T08:06:07.285-08:00</updated><title type='text'>emoshit</title><content type='html'>I can't stand it that I'm so emo. Its like, for every good thing that happens to be there's always still something to emo about. SO LAME RIGHT. And so sad (sad as in pathetic).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Things, not in any particular order.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I really want to go to the David Tao concert, because &lt;s&gt;I LOVE HIM&lt;/s&gt; he is awesome. He's &lt;s&gt;the best chinese singer ever&lt;/s&gt; my favorite chinese singer and I &lt;s&gt;LOVE HIM OMGOSH&lt;/s&gt; really respect him. Yes. (And I am planning with my cousin to buy all the merchandise and stuff.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I LOVE DT!!!!!!!!!&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xQqGSjbpTKw"&gt;♥&lt;/a&gt; (I blame you genevee! for showing me this OMGoodness video)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I don't want to be an afterthought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Aiseh someone turning 17 on thursday eh :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I hate it that ah lians like gazette. SO RETARDED LAH. They have made gazetto into some kind of.. cool-ahlian-liking thing. -_- &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Other Jrock artistes include L'arc/hyde and diru.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I'm going to fail. :c &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;DAMN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8033971695592141915-5813827635277379768?l=m-elancolique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m-elancolique.blogspot.com/feeds/5813827635277379768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8033971695592141915&amp;postID=5813827635277379768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033971695592141915/posts/default/5813827635277379768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033971695592141915/posts/default/5813827635277379768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m-elancolique.blogspot.com/2008/02/emoshit.html' title='emoshit'/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17977508342105270922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8033971695592141915.post-7350779743164930436</id><published>2008-02-09T22:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T22:46:30.965-08:00</updated><title type='text'>{:   .........</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy Birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok now to homework &gt;:I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: I added some links at the end of my blog. Please click to help those in need ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8033971695592141915-7350779743164930436?l=m-elancolique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m-elancolique.blogspot.com/feeds/7350779743164930436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8033971695592141915&amp;postID=7350779743164930436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033971695592141915/posts/default/7350779743164930436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033971695592141915/posts/default/7350779743164930436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m-elancolique.blogspot.com/2008/02/blog-post.html' title='{:   .........'/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17977508342105270922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8033971695592141915.post-7198556712940817701</id><published>2008-02-06T22:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T22:49:53.495-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinese new year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;EDIT//Oh yes I got a new skin! I like how it is rainbow-colored and gay.&lt;br /&gt;when I came back from school yesterday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mom: *grins* go look at the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;me: huh... okay.&lt;br /&gt;me: Got nothing new what.&lt;br /&gt;mom: *grins wider* look at the stove.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently some pot exploded, causing this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GLD3aePrlyI/R6qlYQoY1mI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/XQdHcIJFoAA/s1600-h/exploded.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GLD3aePrlyI/R6qlYQoY1mI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/XQdHcIJFoAA/s320/exploded.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164121758933505634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gigantic hole. It is actually pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad's later attempts to fix the hole (I think the wood may catch on fire)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GLD3aePrlyI/R6qlYQoY1nI/AAAAAAAAAaA/zQ0p_EJRhS4/s1600-h/exploded2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GLD3aePrlyI/R6qlYQoY1nI/AAAAAAAAAaA/zQ0p_EJRhS4/s320/exploded2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164121758933505650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a reunion dinner (sort of) yesterday. My uncle and grandfather came and we had steamboat (in a hotplate, which took really long to cook). I mostly ate steamboat noodles and prawns. The prawns were sea prawns, which are good cos they're naturally salty. my Dearest Brother ate almost all the beef even though he feels sorry for cows. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GLD3aePrlyI/R6qk5woY1lI/AAAAAAAAAZw/qF__bsz-JiE/s1600-h/eating.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GLD3aePrlyI/R6qk5woY1lI/AAAAAAAAAZw/qF__bsz-JiE/s320/eating.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164121234947495506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eating people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GLD3aePrlyI/R6qk5goY1kI/AAAAAAAAAZo/AEnPtswisIo/s1600-h/eaten.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GLD3aePrlyI/R6qk5goY1kI/AAAAAAAAAZo/AEnPtswisIo/s320/eaten.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164121230652528194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eaten people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GLD3aePrlyI/R6qk5QoY1iI/AAAAAAAAAZY/Qw4i1CTXkwk/s1600-h/cookie.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GLD3aePrlyI/R6qk5QoY1iI/AAAAAAAAAZY/Qw4i1CTXkwk/s320/cookie.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164121226357560866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subway cookies my brother bought :D They were awe-some♥ (and much cheaper than Famous Amos', although that is to be expected)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GLD3aePrlyI/R6qk5AoY1hI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/q0-QlrFL8CQ/s1600-h/chocnotebook.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GLD3aePrlyI/R6qk5AoY1hI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/q0-QlrFL8CQ/s320/chocnotebook.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164121222062593554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother's notebook which looks like a bitten bar of white chocolate! It actually looks very delicious. (&lt;&gt;__&lt;&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GLD3aePrlyI/R6qk5goY1jI/AAAAAAAAAZg/wtD_OZ5Imlg/s1600-h/desktopnails.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GLD3aePrlyI/R6qk5goY1jI/AAAAAAAAAZg/wtD_OZ5Imlg/s320/desktopnails.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164121230652528178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sexy desktop (wallpaper not made by me) (Tora♥♥) and my nails, which are painted, but you can't really tell because its a pearly pink. Yalar I know very vain lah, and I have to wipe the polish off before monday &gt;:\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some old pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GLD3aePrlyI/R6qlYgoY1oI/AAAAAAAAAaI/0CLj7Qg2Bag/s1600-h/jeddappletree.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GLD3aePrlyI/R6qlYgoY1oI/AAAAAAAAAaI/0CLj7Qg2Bag/s320/jeddappletree.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164121763228472962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jedd in his apple tree playgroup uniform :3 Its so cute!!! although the uncute thing about this picture is that he is attempting to snatch the camera from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GLD3aePrlyI/R6qlYgoY1pI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/h_FZM1xezTw/s1600-h/jeddddmeeee.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GLD3aePrlyI/R6qlYgoY1pI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/h_FZM1xezTw/s320/jeddddmeeee.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164121763228472978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and Jedd. I like how his face is cut off at the first one and mine is cut off in the last :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s; Much love to those who wore 2o6's class tee yesterday...![:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8033971695592141915-7198556712940817701?l=m-elancolique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m-elancolique.blogspot.com/feeds/7198556712940817701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8033971695592141915&amp;postID=7198556712940817701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033971695592141915/posts/default/7198556712940817701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033971695592141915/posts/default/7198556712940817701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m-elancolique.blogspot.com/2008/02/chinese-new-year.html' title='Chinese new year'/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17977508342105270922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_GLD3aePrlyI/R6qlYQoY1mI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/XQdHcIJFoAA/s72-c/exploded.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8033971695592141915.post-3482510560482079814</id><published>2008-01-31T05:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T06:00:49.891-08:00</updated><title type='text'>untitled</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;It's not just _, but sometimes I feel like a door is being shut on me too. everyone wants to be wanted but most of the time our human pride gets in the way and in the end, we're left behind. also we sympathise with people in the same plight, but mostly we just care about ourselves, our own position :\&lt;/span&gt; 残酷, ね?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately I have been feeling rather pissed over several things, but I think my bad mood doesn't show much in school, so it's cool. The last thing I want is me snapping at a friend over something trivial (happens too much when I'm not in a good mood).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SHALL MAKE A NEW LAYOUT. Haha. have been wanting to make one for a long time but my coding skills of wtfail have prevented me from doing so. }:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh man. I am really updating too often. and i am stuck while doing chinese oh man oh man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8033971695592141915-3482510560482079814?l=m-elancolique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m-elancolique.blogspot.com/feeds/3482510560482079814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8033971695592141915&amp;postID=3482510560482079814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033971695592141915/posts/default/3482510560482079814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033971695592141915/posts/default/3482510560482079814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m-elancolique.blogspot.com/2008/01/untitled.html' title='untitled'/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17977508342105270922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8033971695592141915.post-2919838135295265355</id><published>2008-01-26T00:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T00:16:36.365-08:00</updated><title type='text'>prettiest necklace on earth</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GLD3aePrlyI/R5rrhwoY1gI/AAAAAAAAAZI/wC86qrr6hUw/s1600-h/IWANT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 235px; height: 235px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GLD3aePrlyI/R5rrhwoY1gI/AAAAAAAAAZI/wC86qrr6hUw/s320/IWANT.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159695288328836610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;ヾ(*｀Д´*)ﾉ"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8033971695592141915-2919838135295265355?l=m-elancolique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m-elancolique.blogspot.com/feeds/2919838135295265355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8033971695592141915&amp;postID=2919838135295265355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033971695592141915/posts/default/2919838135295265355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033971695592141915/posts/default/2919838135295265355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m-elancolique.blogspot.com/2008/01/prettiest-necklace-on-earth.html' title='prettiest necklace on earth'/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17977508342105270922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_GLD3aePrlyI/R5rrhwoY1gI/AAAAAAAAAZI/wC86qrr6hUw/s72-c/IWANT.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8033971695592141915.post-2579198799003083823</id><published>2008-01-25T05:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T05:41:58.632-08:00</updated><title type='text'>st valentine</title><content type='html'>My cousin showed me &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Yp7N47yg6X8"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; monstrosity and all I can say is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do guys REALLY like girls like this?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=A=;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway~ Valentine's Day is coming! The day where girls crack their brains over trying to think of a unique gift for their dahweeng hubby while said hubby just buys any random thing (read flowers/ chocolates/ soft toys) for them and they will go OMG HES SO SWEET. But that only applies to superficial couples which are disgusting. For the normal, nice couples who aren't overly mushy, HAVE A HAPPY VDAY! *throws confetti* and for the lonely or not-so-lonely singles, have a happy vday too! Hahahhaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(the reason why I thought of valentine's day is that a lot of people have been talking about it lately. aka lonely singles D: jkjk:D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh the schnappi thing. It burns my eyes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8033971695592141915-2579198799003083823?l=m-elancolique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m-elancolique.blogspot.com/feeds/2579198799003083823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8033971695592141915&amp;postID=2579198799003083823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033971695592141915/posts/default/2579198799003083823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033971695592141915/posts/default/2579198799003083823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m-elancolique.blogspot.com/2008/01/st-valentine.html' title='st valentine'/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17977508342105270922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8033971695592141915.post-8068889702259852985</id><published>2008-01-24T06:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T07:30:55.215-08:00</updated><title type='text'>mofoz</title><content type='html'>"Is everyone lonely and single"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. single and unlonely lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now, after quite a while..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;........I'm still thinking ~_~;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thinking can be taxing on the brain☆&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8033971695592141915-8068889702259852985?l=m-elancolique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m-elancolique.blogspot.com/feeds/8068889702259852985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8033971695592141915&amp;postID=8068889702259852985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033971695592141915/posts/default/8068889702259852985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033971695592141915/posts/default/8068889702259852985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m-elancolique.blogspot.com/2008/01/mofoz.html' title='mofoz'/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17977508342105270922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8033971695592141915.post-203125142390466905</id><published>2008-01-22T06:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T07:18:12.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'>)':</title><content type='html'>It is probably irrational to feel like my soul has evaporated out of my being over a purely INSIGNIFICANT matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/._.;\ sigh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;眠れぬ夜はいつだって　&lt;br /&gt;去り際の「またね」を心で巻き戻し&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;微笑みを宿すただありふれた恋に　&lt;br /&gt;もう何度救われたのか分からないよ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;知らず知らずにまた夢を　&lt;br /&gt;軽く口にすればしぼんでいくようで&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;「夢に疲れたら帰ってこいよ」&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;なんて&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;癖のある話し方　&lt;br /&gt;不器用な優しさに涙こぼした&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8033971695592141915-203125142390466905?l=m-elancolique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m-elancolique.blogspot.com/feeds/203125142390466905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8033971695592141915&amp;postID=203125142390466905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033971695592141915/posts/default/203125142390466905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033971695592141915/posts/default/203125142390466905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m-elancolique.blogspot.com/2008/01/blog-post.html' title=')&apos;:'/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17977508342105270922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8033971695592141915.post-6993035956196555719</id><published>2008-01-20T05:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T06:01:37.515-08:00</updated><title type='text'>boo &lt;:\</title><content type='html'>Have you ever felt like doing something really nice for someone then they just go do something and it ruins your whole mood?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;:"(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my second post in like the same night I am obviously dreading school and the people who will not welcome me and do not miss me and think of my existence as unnecessary oh its still 20 January so HAPPY BIRTHDAY AOI-SAMA ILU *buchu*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8033971695592141915-6993035956196555719?l=m-elancolique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m-elancolique.blogspot.com/feeds/6993035956196555719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8033971695592141915&amp;postID=6993035956196555719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033971695592141915/posts/default/6993035956196555719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033971695592141915/posts/default/6993035956196555719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m-elancolique.blogspot.com/2008/01/boo.html' title='boo &lt;:\'/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17977508342105270922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8033971695592141915.post-6019772807684021463</id><published>2008-01-20T05:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T05:06:26.210-08:00</updated><title type='text'>tanjoubi omedetou!</title><content type='html'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY AOI (　ﾟωﾟ)/&lt;br /&gt;誕生日おめでとう~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today cg members said I lost weight&lt;br /&gt;(is obviously VERY HAPPY)&lt;br /&gt;(´▽｀)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Jrock choice awards&lt;br /&gt;should be renamed to&lt;br /&gt;Jrock &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;popularity&lt;/span&gt; awards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(´-_ゝ-);;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea how to describe my mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like griping about school with leenay (｡･ω･)/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8033971695592141915-6019772807684021463?l=m-elancolique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m-elancolique.blogspot.com/feeds/6019772807684021463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8033971695592141915&amp;postID=6019772807684021463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033971695592141915/posts/default/6019772807684021463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033971695592141915/posts/default/6019772807684021463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m-elancolique.blogspot.com/2008/01/tanjoubi-omedetou.html' title='tanjoubi omedetou!'/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17977508342105270922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8033971695592141915.post-8270920824182127608</id><published>2008-01-18T08:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T08:45:01.457-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tiger.♥</title><content type='html'>Seems like many people's birthdays are happening recently?&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday to kor (Jonathan) whom I haven't talked to or seen recently, I hope you are doing well :] (although I would be shocked if you actually reply to this so........don't.)&lt;br /&gt;to the two grannies (cousin's ahma and my dad's mom), Please be well! Take care of yourselves. be careful! *aunty voice*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to say so many things, but I think no one will understand what I am trying to say.&lt;br /&gt;some things......even if they are unsaid, they are still known; but it always makes someone feel better when they are said.&lt;br /&gt;@@; (clearly is not articulate)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get well soon, tiger. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:78%;" &gt;大好きだよ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;; even if you dont know who I am......after all, music is a universal language :3 I don't think it'll help if I sell my liver for you, so I'm keeping it at the moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8033971695592141915-8270920824182127608?l=m-elancolique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m-elancolique.blogspot.com/feeds/8270920824182127608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8033971695592141915&amp;postID=8270920824182127608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033971695592141915/posts/default/8270920824182127608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033971695592141915/posts/default/8270920824182127608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m-elancolique.blogspot.com/2008/01/tiger.html' title='Tiger.♥'/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17977508342105270922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8033971695592141915.post-7173027303601220199</id><published>2008-01-08T04:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T04:51:59.668-08:00</updated><title type='text'>urghk.</title><content type='html'>to those who have asked how I am feeling: I feel horrible, itchy and uncomfortable. And I look DISGUSTING. I will never look like a proper human again. next time I wont be able to get married and have lots of pets (note pets, not kids).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;digressing. Thank you to everyone who has called/ tagged/ enquired (with or without my knowledge *is hopeful*) or even thought about my health. you have no idea how thankful I am for your concern. and this may be unnecessary but please DONT FORGET ABOUT ME.  o(;△;)o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to quila: I AM NOT KIDDING, YOU DO NOT WANT IT.&lt;br /&gt;to everyone else: Thank you, I will get well soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8033971695592141915-7173027303601220199?l=m-elancolique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m-elancolique.blogspot.com/feeds/7173027303601220199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8033971695592141915&amp;postID=7173027303601220199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033971695592141915/posts/default/7173027303601220199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033971695592141915/posts/default/7173027303601220199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m-elancolique.blogspot.com/2008/01/urghk.html' title='urghk.'/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17977508342105270922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8033971695592141915.post-5335033929256426650</id><published>2008-01-03T05:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T05:13:47.654-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I have pox it feels terrible Im aching all over I have a fever and my head is Imploding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(sorry in advance to anyone I UNKNOWINGLY UNINTENTIONALLY spread it to)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8033971695592141915-5335033929256426650?l=m-elancolique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m-elancolique.blogspot.com/feeds/5335033929256426650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8033971695592141915&amp;postID=5335033929256426650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033971695592141915/posts/default/5335033929256426650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033971695592141915/posts/default/5335033929256426650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m-elancolique.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-have-pox-it-feels-terrible-im-aching.html' title=''/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17977508342105270922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8033971695592141915.post-1380332933860285312</id><published>2008-01-02T05:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T05:48:44.655-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BLAR</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I FUCKING HATE SCHOOL :"(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;I want to be a dropout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/edit&lt;br /&gt;my Aranzi Aronzo book is SOLD OUT. fucking great.&lt;br /&gt;/edit&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8033971695592141915-1380332933860285312?l=m-elancolique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m-elancolique.blogspot.com/feeds/1380332933860285312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8033971695592141915&amp;postID=1380332933860285312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033971695592141915/posts/default/1380332933860285312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033971695592141915/posts/default/1380332933860285312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m-elancolique.blogspot.com/2008/01/blar.html' title='BLAR'/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17977508342105270922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8033971695592141915.post-6710010382881220351</id><published>2008-01-01T03:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T03:28:48.569-08:00</updated><title type='text'>pfft :D</title><content type='html'>Walao I dont want go school. I dont want wake up early WALAO I DONT WANT TO GO SCHOOL TOMORROW LARRRR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. countdown at expo was fun! A great way to start the new year, by celebrating with the whole church. I was kinda tired from jumping because I am an unhealthy person, hehe. I like the free torchlight which kinda had no use. AND. &lt;u&gt;Jesseca Liu and Eelyn Kok (and someone else) WAS THERE OH MY GOODNESS.&lt;/u&gt; lol. It was funny how some people were really excited (me, for example) and some were like "Who's that??" haha. they are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So Pretty&lt;/span&gt; I tell you.♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I really liked the sexy drumming part, heard from my mom that a lot of girls like the lead drummer whose name is Chris (ps Eugene's son) or something. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;But I still think the regular youth service drummer is cuter rofl.&lt;/span&gt; Didn't care for the dancing since, what do I know about dance? But could tell that everyone put a lot of effort into the performance so... yeah. it was a good countdown, better than vivo's I bet.(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been sleeping at like three everyday and waking up at twelve. SO. I have no idea how Im gonna adapt. Probably with the help of Psalms and coffee :}&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8033971695592141915-6710010382881220351?l=m-elancolique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m-elancolique.blogspot.com/feeds/6710010382881220351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8033971695592141915&amp;postID=6710010382881220351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033971695592141915/posts/default/6710010382881220351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033971695592141915/posts/default/6710010382881220351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m-elancolique.blogspot.com/2008/01/pfft-d.html' title='pfft :D'/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17977508342105270922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8033971695592141915.post-8203991048373544554</id><published>2007-12-31T00:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T03:29:39.070-08:00</updated><title type='text'>meme</title><content type='html'>Ive been tagged... (by zz/jamie)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Instructions&lt;br /&gt;1) Do the following without complaint.&lt;br /&gt;2) Choose 5 person to do this after you've complete yours.&lt;br /&gt;3) Leave a tag on the person's tagboard to say he/she has been tagged&lt;br /&gt;4) Start your post with, "I've been tagged!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favourites&lt;br /&gt;Favourite Colour: blue, black, red&lt;br /&gt;Favourite Food: Japanese curry, chocolates&lt;br /&gt;Favourite Movie: Keulrasik, studio ghibli stuff&lt;br /&gt;Favourite Sport: -_- I hate em. probably cycling if its even considered.&lt;br /&gt;Favourite Day of the Week: friday.&lt;br /&gt;Favourite Season: havent experienced much.&lt;br /&gt;Favourite Ice Cream: anything that tastes chocolatey/coffeeish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current&lt;br /&gt;Current Mood: tired. bored.&lt;br /&gt;Current Clothes: crayon shinchan shirt and rosyth shorts&lt;br /&gt;Current Desktop: ASAGI *o*&lt;br /&gt;Current Time: 3.53pm&lt;br /&gt;Current Surroundings: home&lt;br /&gt;Current Annoyances: tmd tomorrow is january first.&lt;br /&gt;Current Thoughts: my lips are kinda dry :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First&lt;br /&gt;First Best Friend: I think Tabitha&lt;br /&gt;First Crush: -_- darren (not lum).&lt;br /&gt;First Movie: Idunno..Titanic?&lt;br /&gt;First Lie: idk&lt;br /&gt;First Music: LOL. lame stuff like britney spears. =A=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last&lt;br /&gt;Last Drink: coffee&lt;br /&gt;Last Car Ride: yesterday, going home&lt;br /&gt;Last Crush: some random person.&lt;br /&gt;Last Phone Call: evan&lt;br /&gt;Last CD Played: super jpop love ballads.. or something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever dated one of your best friend: nope&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever broken a law: I guess?&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been arrested: no&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been on TV: I dearly hope not&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever kissed someone you don't know: nah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random 5 things you are good at&lt;br /&gt;procrastinating&lt;br /&gt;lying&lt;br /&gt;selective color on photoshop? LOL idk.&lt;br /&gt;being a killjoy.&lt;br /&gt;ranting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 things you've done today&lt;br /&gt;brushteeth eat watchtv drawgraphs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 things you can hear right now&lt;br /&gt;birds chirping, something frying, page turning..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 people to tag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;anyone who reads this you better do it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8033971695592141915-8203991048373544554?l=m-elancolique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m-elancolique.blogspot.com/feeds/8203991048373544554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8033971695592141915&amp;postID=8203991048373544554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033971695592141915/posts/default/8203991048373544554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033971695592141915/posts/default/8203991048373544554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m-elancolique.blogspot.com/2007/12/meme_31.html' title='meme'/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17977508342105270922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8033971695592141915.post-8390763027049385577</id><published>2007-12-30T07:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T07:54:03.424-08:00</updated><title type='text'>thus far....</title><content type='html'>well, 2008 is coming to a close. when I first think of it, it seems rather unremarkable, but you know its the subtleties that matter...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you gotten scolded by a teacher (unfairly) so badly that made you want to cry but at the same time stare her down so she knows you're not a wimp? Have you been so jealous of someone you feel like puking your lungs out? Have you seen a guy so cute you can spot him from a mile away? Have you realised you love someone so much (in a non-romantic way) that it hurts when they don't love you as much back? Have you felt so out of place that you feel like going to the toilet and bawling your eyes out? Have you ever felt so guilty about how God is always, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;always&lt;/span&gt; good when you do everything possible to make him have ten million reasons not to love you? Have you felt His mercy and grace?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have, and it feels pretty damn awesome :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think anyone will believe this but I'm gonna miss my sec 2 class next year. Although I wasn't close to many people, I think... we were a good class {:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, the end of a hellish long ranting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8033971695592141915-8390763027049385577?l=m-elancolique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m-elancolique.blogspot.com/feeds/8390763027049385577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8033971695592141915&amp;postID=8390763027049385577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033971695592141915/posts/default/8390763027049385577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033971695592141915/posts/default/8390763027049385577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m-elancolique.blogspot.com/2007/12/thus-far.html' title='thus far....'/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17977508342105270922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8033971695592141915.post-2705859826005692788</id><published>2007-12-28T22:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T22:35:11.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hm.</title><content type='html'>I was looking through my sec 2 English file and there is a journal entry that I wrote which is rather lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;1/3/07&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Journal,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were many tests this week and there will be more next week. This is bad. I have no motivation to study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday's CME lesson was on Michael and his growing frustrations as a teenager, or something along that line. Michael spends about half his time looking in anything that reflects his image. Michael carries a comb everywhere. Michael has a secret crush on a girl wearing a shirt with a huge barcode on it. Michael (stupidly) gets a tattoo in the form of a barcode to prove his undying affection for her. Michael quarrels with his parents. Michael cries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To sum it up, Michael is a typical "emo" teenager. He is "angsty" and has lots of peer pressure (I think the next thing he is going to do is to slit his wrists and post the pictures on Myspace).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently teenagers have many unresolved issues and Michael is a perfect example. He, like many others, suddenly becomes aware of his appearance and tries to make himself look as good as possible. He probably has low self-esteem thus succumbing to peer pressure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that Michael does not need to do things to 'fit in' with his friends. His true friends would like him for who he is. Also, he should not get into senseless fights with his parents. He could tell the problems he faces to a school counsellor and try to be more optimistic.&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea.. quite standard stuff. okbyez&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8033971695592141915-2705859826005692788?l=m-elancolique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m-elancolique.blogspot.com/feeds/2705859826005692788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8033971695592141915&amp;postID=2705859826005692788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033971695592141915/posts/default/2705859826005692788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033971695592141915/posts/default/2705859826005692788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m-elancolique.blogspot.com/2007/12/hm.html' title='hm.'/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17977508342105270922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8033971695592141915.post-3268752599829663210</id><published>2007-12-26T00:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T06:23:40.848-08:00</updated><title type='text'>meme</title><content type='html'>while i should have been doing my homework.. i was updating my livejournal with a meme which you can read &lt;a href="http://arisublue.livejournal.com/1078.html#cutid1"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; if you're bored :D (its mostly jrock-nerd so I dont recommend it though)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay~ ~ back to my essay which is currently too short. pfft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;merry after-christmas day! hoho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.../edit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mom is rather funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mom: -is going out- Chloe, bring me the chocolates on the table.&lt;br /&gt;me: D: -was hoping to eat them- who's it for?&lt;br /&gt;mom: I'm going to my friend's house... she bought landed property. (notice how she doesn't give a straight answer.)&lt;br /&gt;me: ...She already has landed property you still give her chocolates!&lt;br /&gt;mom: -trying to convince self- Last time she also bought chocolates for me what! haiya bye bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when she came home:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: how was it?&lt;br /&gt;mom: aunty mary's husband...&lt;br /&gt;me: ... -expecting bad news-&lt;br /&gt;mom: ...drove us back. Wah he drive car like drive sports car.&lt;br /&gt;me: -.- I thought you were going to say he died. did you buy anything? -eyes plastic bag she is carrying-&lt;br /&gt;mom: oh yeah I bought a cucumber. help me put in the fridge.&lt;br /&gt;me: =A=;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok yeah kinda lame. bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8033971695592141915-3268752599829663210?l=m-elancolique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m-elancolique.blogspot.com/feeds/3268752599829663210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8033971695592141915&amp;postID=3268752599829663210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033971695592141915/posts/default/3268752599829663210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033971695592141915/posts/default/3268752599829663210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m-elancolique.blogspot.com/2007/12/meme.html' title='meme'/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17977508342105270922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8033971695592141915.post-9058272896255956097</id><published>2007-12-23T06:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T06:38:18.547-08:00</updated><title type='text'>/edit</title><content type='html'>was never meant to be.&lt;br /&gt;you dont have to be sorry. everyone leaves someone behind at some point or other, intentionally or not.&lt;br /&gt;(no this is not some love thing.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its two days to christmas and:&lt;br /&gt;-my parents are quarelling like crazy&lt;br /&gt;-my brother has pox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im sure they are all suffering more than me, but yet I cant help but feel sorry for myself. ): and i probably wont be getting any more presents this year as my mom has no time to buy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pastor khong is right, its much harder to rejoice with people than to weep with them :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. no point being sad, I guess. also can anyone do my math/science for me? =A=; I will help you do your english..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;merry christmas (soon) everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8033971695592141915-9058272896255956097?l=m-elancolique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m-elancolique.blogspot.com/feeds/9058272896255956097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8033971695592141915.post-5916025424450967006</id><published>2007-12-23T03:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T03:59:11.257-08:00</updated><title type='text'>whee.</title><content type='html'>lookit what evan got me for xmas:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GLD3aePrlyI/R25F8AGSoaI/AAAAAAAAAYw/WdnLXnw5P1Q/s1600-h/cow.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GLD3aePrlyI/R25F8AGSoaI/AAAAAAAAAYw/WdnLXnw5P1Q/s320/cow.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147128321251910050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GLD3aePrlyI/R25F8QGSobI/AAAAAAAAAY4/pByAuB1parM/s1600-h/cow2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GLD3aePrlyI/R25F8QGSobI/AAAAAAAAAY4/pByAuB1parM/s320/cow2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147128325546877362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. i was laughing at the inappropriateness of it (no offence to evan, its super cute) :P I like the flail-able limbs. rofl~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GLD3aePrlyI/R25F8QGSocI/AAAAAAAAAZA/rw7wjit2Mlw/s1600-h/cowjedd.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GLD3aePrlyI/R25F8QGSocI/AAAAAAAAAZA/rw7wjit2Mlw/s320/cowjedd.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147128325546877378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jedd looks happy with the cow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I watched the re-broadcast of the star awards and I am so happy that Yvonne Lim won :D I think she's a great actress, but rarely recognized for her work. all the actors were happy for her too... at least, they looked like they were :S Deceiving is the face which smiles when it has not gotten an award.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also to cellgroup people: I love all of you :3 thanks for the sweet comments on my blue paper (lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a ton of pictures from the malaysia trip (which was only okay) but am too lazy to upload so.. yea. byebye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8033971695592141915-5916025424450967006?l=m-elancolique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m-elancolique.blogspot.com/feeds/5916025424450967006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8033971695592141915&amp;postID=5916025424450967006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8033971695592141915.post-4426593105611347838</id><published>2007-12-14T03:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T07:21:38.023-08:00</updated><title type='text'>mmm.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.justsayhi.com/bb/awards"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0pt none ;" src="http://assets.justsayhi.com/badges/781/440/award_coffee.hppe59vzxc.jpg" alt="A strong cup of coffee" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;div style="border-style: none solid solid; border-color: -moz-use-text-color rgb(153, 153, 153) rgb(153, 153, 153); border-width: medium 4px 4px; padding: 5px; background: rgb(255, 255, 255) none repeat scroll 0% 50%; width: 192px; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                   Awarded by&lt;br /&gt;                       &lt;a rel="nofollow" href="http://sk-e-pticism.blogspot.com/"&gt;Quila&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                     to &lt;a href="http://m-elancolique.blogspot.com/"&gt;Chloe!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               &lt;/div&gt;LOL, thank you quail. I guess :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched a freakinglyamazingmovie at unearthly hours a few days ago (because I couldnt sleep yet as my hair was wet). Its called "The Classic", or "Keulraesik" in korean. anyone who does not cry at this movie is not human. 8) the movie shows that no matter how cliche something sounds, if you really mean it, it will sound very heartfelt and lovely. also Son Ye-Jin is the prettiest and most talented korean actress ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and: I am going to malaysia from monday to friday I think. so...yeah. :&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8033971695592141915-4426593105611347838?l=m-elancolique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m-elancolique.blogspot.com/feeds/4426593105611347838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8033971695592141915&amp;postID=4426593105611347838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033971695592141915/posts/default/4426593105611347838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033971695592141915/posts/default/4426593105611347838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m-elancolique.blogspot.com/2007/12/mmm.html' title='mmm.'/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17977508342105270922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8033971695592141915.post-8684745952893626414</id><published>2007-12-13T00:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T00:57:52.782-08:00</updated><title type='text'>bookworm 8D</title><content type='html'>finally reading "Wild Swans- three daughters of China". It looks like the thickest book on earth D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The sight of a woman teetering on bound feet was supposed to have an erotic effect on men, partly because her vulnerability induced a feeling of protectiveness on the onlooker."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...The ancient chinese are very weird. If I was a guy, I certainly wouldn't get turned on by the sight of my girl falling all over the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...Feng Yu-xiang, a Christian warlord, who entered legend by baptizing his troops en masse with a firehose.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zomg so cool. *o* pastor khong should do that lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;h'okay, back to my 676-page novel ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8033971695592141915-8684745952893626414?l=m-elancolique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m-elancolique.blogspot.com/feeds/8684745952893626414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8033971695592141915&amp;postID=8684745952893626414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033971695592141915/posts/default/8684745952893626414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033971695592141915/posts/default/8684745952893626414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m-elancolique.blogspot.com/2007/12/bookworm-8d.html' title='bookworm 8D'/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17977508342105270922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8033971695592141915.post-1714942255863512485</id><published>2007-12-09T22:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T23:09:51.702-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hohum.</title><content type='html'>yesterday would have been a good day, if not for........&lt;br /&gt;some stupid argument with my mom, and now i probably cannot go to the class chalet -__-&lt;br /&gt;tmd! also my ten dollaz!&lt;br /&gt;=A=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. so yesterday went with ruth, velda and leena to visit valerie at her workplace. thanks ruth for treating me to a fried mars bar :D (with ice cream). i hate taking the mrt at the peak hour. and amk hub is the boringest shopping centre on earth. :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i probably shouldn't blog about this, but when leena and I were talking about how cliqueish our cell group is, i think that I dont really belong anywhere. its kind of a weird feeling. like sure, you get along with the other, but you're not anyone's close friend. hmm. and also, whenever I meet people in church they say to me (more often than to the rest) "who are you? are you new?" which made me realise how unnoticeable I am.&lt;br /&gt;Its okay, i guess, because in the long run you dont stand out too much to get called on to do stuff  and things like that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also its the holidays and I shouldn't fucking have to be stressed over homework. singapore may be a wondrous amazing country and all but its education system is so screwed up. &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;how can you miss something you've never had&lt;/span&gt;? this question has stuck in my head for a long time, and although it sounds completely illogical, you really can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no moola to buy christmas presents. D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8033971695592141915-1714942255863512485?l=m-elancolique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m-elancolique.blogspot.com/feeds/1714942255863512485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8033971695592141915&amp;postID=1714942255863512485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033971695592141915/posts/default/1714942255863512485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033971695592141915/posts/default/1714942255863512485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m-elancolique.blogspot.com/2007/12/hohum.html' title='hohum.'/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17977508342105270922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8033971695592141915.post-8218476828425735969</id><published>2007-12-07T00:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T00:50:22.631-08:00</updated><title type='text'>koizora</title><content type='html'>引き返しちゃいけないよね ?&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;進もう 君のいない道の上へ.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GLD3aePrlyI/R1kF8eYzsZI/AAAAAAAAAYg/kt6ZNVTJYFs/s1600-h/koizora.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GLD3aePrlyI/R1kF8eYzsZI/AAAAAAAAAYg/kt6ZNVTJYFs/s200/koizora.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141146986127536530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GLD3aePrlyI/R1kF8-YzsaI/AAAAAAAAAYo/RQu0iPycgnc/s1600-h/koizorarings.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GLD3aePrlyI/R1kF8-YzsaI/AAAAAAAAAYo/RQu0iPycgnc/s200/koizorarings.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141146994717471138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to watch! D: have a feeling it'll be another high school angsty romance (in which they get married later or something) but it doesnt matter coz yui's in it (insert hearts) x3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8033971695592141915-8218476828425735969?l=m-elancolique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m-elancolique.blogspot.com/feeds/8218476828425735969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8033971695592141915&amp;postID=8218476828425735969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033971695592141915/posts/default/8218476828425735969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033971695592141915/posts/default/8218476828425735969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m-elancolique.blogspot.com/2007/12/koizora.html' title='koizora'/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17977508342105270922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_GLD3aePrlyI/R1kF8eYzsZI/AAAAAAAAAYg/kt6ZNVTJYFs/s72-c/koizora.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8033971695592141915.post-995271253376262051</id><published>2007-12-05T22:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T22:39:31.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'>you're my angel</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm alone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yeah, I don't know if I can face the night &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm in tears and the cryin' that I do is for you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I want your love - Let's break the walls between us &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't make it tough - I'll put away my pride &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Enough's enough I've suffered and I've seen the light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love old songs. i love old bands. i love aerosmith. Now it seems nothing new can compare to the old stuff. now people are into gyrating hips and freaky girlfriends and no one sings about good ol'-fashioned love~ -stares off into space-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh man i sound like an old granny :( anyway. go listen to angel by aerosmith! the starting's so awesome and its such a pretty song. just ignore the kinda weird music video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and, to leena: dont worry anymore (if you're still worrying, that is). it doesnt matter if youre a biscuit or a cookie or anything. it'll be ok eventually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;homework, you are my everest D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8033971695592141915-995271253376262051?l=m-elancolique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m-elancolique.blogspot.com/feeds/995271253376262051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8033971695592141915&amp;postID=995271253376262051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033971695592141915/posts/default/995271253376262051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033971695592141915/posts/default/995271253376262051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m-elancolique.blogspot.com/2007/12/youre-my-angel.html' title='you&apos;re my angel'/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17977508342105270922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8033971695592141915.post-4233074201447202665</id><published>2007-12-04T22:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T22:23:12.467-08:00</updated><title type='text'>:0</title><content type='html'>FINALLY GOING OUT OF SINGAPORE :0&lt;br /&gt;the first time in 4 yrs, so pathetic hoho. going to go malacca and someplace else with uncle poh choon's family (kai lin etc etc). its only malaysia but im rather happy already because, well, its the first time in four years -__-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and on sunday I was ushering. during the sermon there was like this lady sitting beside me and beside her was her niece or something. and because of ........... i was kind of, crying (=A=) and the girl saw. so i was rather pissed, yknow, cos you're not supposed to look at people when they're crying! later the lady went up to consolidate and the girl went to stand beside me. and i was like.. got so much space want to stand beside me. -.- and then! after quite a long time she offered me a sweet and smiled at me...!! AWW so cute[: i mean, I wouldnt try to comfort a weird crying usher. Okay im rambling, but Im saying this because I didnt say it to her: THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU. you are so sweet. i love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was quite disappointed that i didnt get to hug nick vujicic though (the guest speaker), because of ushering duties... but thats an entirely different matter :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and.. the best joke on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Friends&lt;/span&gt; ever-&lt;br /&gt;ross: I gotta go to the museum, some kids messed with the homo sapiens display.&lt;br /&gt;joey: so if the homo sapiens were really "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;homo&lt;/span&gt;" sapiens, is that why they died out?&lt;br /&gt;ross: .......joey, the homo sapiens are people.&lt;br /&gt;joey: hey, im not judging!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok this was a lame post. bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8033971695592141915-4233074201447202665?l=m-elancolique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m-elancolique.blogspot.com/feeds/4233074201447202665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8033971695592141915&amp;postID=4233074201447202665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033971695592141915/posts/default/4233074201447202665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033971695592141915/posts/default/4233074201447202665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m-elancolique.blogspot.com/2007/12/0.html' title=':0'/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17977508342105270922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8033971695592141915.post-5991471404362963487</id><published>2007-11-30T19:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T20:28:08.738-08:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He said the same thing back then, and smiled. Even when he was being bullied, and even when he was being protected by a younger girl, Kyo-chan smiled. And I think that makes him the strongest of all.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hm~ how wonderful it must be to be a person with no pride.&lt;br /&gt;I think im learning a lot from manga :0&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8033971695592141915-5991471404362963487?l=m-elancolique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m-elancolique.blogspot.com/feeds/5991471404362963487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8033971695592141915&amp;postID=5991471404362963487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033971695592141915/posts/default/5991471404362963487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033971695592141915/posts/default/5991471404362963487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m-elancolique.blogspot.com/2007/11/blog-post.html' title=':)'/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17977508342105270922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8033971695592141915.post-2141359668298655283</id><published>2007-11-30T00:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T00:41:28.327-08:00</updated><title type='text'>):blaaaargh</title><content type='html'>feeling quite mad now. :\&lt;br /&gt;but if I were to argue, the argument would most probably go like this (with me shouting) :&lt;br /&gt;"why can't you read my mind?!?!?!@#$%"&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on another hand, taking care of a tamagotchi is therapeutic. when it poops, you just have to press a button and its cleaned. when its hungry, you just have to press a button and its fed. and when you press another button to give it a snack, it becomes happy. when you're feeling sad or frustrated just look at its cute face and you get all the virtual love you need♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then later you get bored of it and leave it to die.&lt;br /&gt;的确, 人总是傻到失去才想要珍惜.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, the lesson is: if you have a tamagotchi please take care of it. and also dont waste your thirty bucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this post made no sense. GIVE ME MY BRAINS BACK, MONSTER OF JEALOUSY&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8033971695592141915-2141359668298655283?l=m-elancolique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m-elancolique.blogspot.com/feeds/2141359668298655283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8033971695592141915&amp;postID=2141359668298655283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033971695592141915/posts/default/2141359668298655283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033971695592141915/posts/default/2141359668298655283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m-elancolique.blogspot.com/2007/11/blaaaargh.html' title='):blaaaargh'/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17977508342105270922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8033971695592141915.post-6322044381304386906</id><published>2007-11-29T01:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T01:57:32.896-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i speak lolcat.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GLD3aePrlyI/R06J_sMCApI/AAAAAAAAASY/OqkUo--s6sg/s1600-h/catrock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GLD3aePrlyI/R06J_sMCApI/AAAAAAAAASY/OqkUo--s6sg/s200/catrock.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138195952162701970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GLD3aePrlyI/R06KAMMCArI/AAAAAAAAASo/98bsCKLipTI/s1600-h/fattybold.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GLD3aePrlyI/R06KAMMCArI/AAAAAAAAASo/98bsCKLipTI/s200/fattybold.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138195960752636594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GLD3aePrlyI/R06J_8MCAqI/AAAAAAAAASg/6mJ8DL15_v4/s1600-h/catlalala.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GLD3aePrlyI/R06J_8MCAqI/AAAAAAAAASg/6mJ8DL15_v4/s200/catlalala.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138195956457669282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a weird dream, about someone whom ive thought I'd forgotten (primary school seems a million years away) and it was a bad dream because something bad happened to the person, so Im glad it was a dream, and im glad I dreamt that dream because now i can remember many things id thought id forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wont forget anymore :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;At this moment there are 6470818671 people in the world, some are running scared, some are coming home, some tell lies to make it through the day, others are just not facing the truth, some are evil men at war with good, and some are good struggling with evil, sixs billion people in the world, six billion souls, and sometimes, all you need is one.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8033971695592141915-6322044381304386906?l=m-elancolique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m-elancolique.blogspot.com/feeds/6322044381304386906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8033971695592141915.post-7032981639003507496</id><published>2007-11-27T01:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T01:43:45.252-08:00</updated><title type='text'>things unsaid.</title><content type='html'>first things first;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;WELCOME BACK JIE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY MA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;does having more friends make you happier?&lt;br /&gt;I think a large part of my random thoughts are screwed.&lt;br /&gt;also, its hard being a christian. almost no one I know in my school is one or rather, they aren't fussed about being devoted (no offence to anyone). :/ most people think its just a "cool" thing to be, that its fun singing along with everyone else in church, that you dont have to answer to God to anything because He loves you unconditionally. its not only that, its not that simple.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not complaining, its just that, is there someone to understand? (I mean, besides Jesus and church people etc.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to buy books today. what are the odds?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. according to blogthings: I am a social blogger, a natural beauty (pui- dont put makeup means pretty meh), 65% normal and a drama princess (so not!).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8033971695592141915-7032981639003507496?l=m-elancolique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m-elancolique.blogspot.com/feeds/7032981639003507496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8033971695592141915&amp;postID=7032981639003507496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033971695592141915/posts/default/7032981639003507496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033971695592141915/posts/default/7032981639003507496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m-elancolique.blogspot.com/2007/11/things-unsaid.html' title='things unsaid.'/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17977508342105270922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8033971695592141915.post-5883449416142287285</id><published>2007-11-23T04:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T05:31:17.257-08:00</updated><title type='text'>and i love you</title><content type='html'>at camp: met many new nice people, like from my group- counsellors Eleen and Joyce, and the other members rachel, matthew, weiguang, weiliang and kevin. the games were trying and tiring as hell- only comforting thing is that I may have lost weight 0.0 lol~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could feel god was really speaking to me through the prayers that other people pray for me. their prayers differed slightly but all of them said (smth along these lines) "sister, I really feel that God wants to tell you that he loves you." I mean, of course I know he loves me, but other people affirming it just makes me feel very.. loved? haha 8D thanks very very much for the prayers valerie and joyce! they were spot-on and really reassuring♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also over at lunch (at coffeebean!) today i met lawrence and jumh (i think thats how his name is spelt) :] my belgian chocolate (ice blend) was heavenly~ next time we shall eat sakae :x and today is jumh's birthday so happy birthday to him ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;overall I think camp was awesome, partly because of the people and the games etc, but mostly because this is the closest to God I've felt in a long time :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bought part of mom's birthday present already, now I have to sew the other half ): no strength already. also baked cookies today for our nice neighbour (who did something really nice) and the cookies are currently too big, so we shall make smaller ones! improvise improvise. and i bought a nice cheapo crown ring and my piano key shoelaces :d am hopefully maybe going far east tomorrow with kor, and may see ruth at her workplace 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a quiz from leena's lj:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW OLD DO U ACT?&lt;br /&gt;Put an X in the ones you do, then add&lt;br /&gt;it up and that's your age!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] I know how to cook toast&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I can do my own laundry.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I can cook for myself.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I actually enjoy intellectual&lt;br /&gt;conversations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total So Far: 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] I show up for school MOST of the&lt;br /&gt;time unless I'm sick.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I always carry a pen in my&lt;br /&gt;pocket/purse.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've never gotten a detention.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've watched talk shows.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I drink coffee at least once a&lt;br /&gt;week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To tal So Far: 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] I know how to run the dish washer&lt;br /&gt;and/or do the dishes.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I can count to 5 in either&lt;br /&gt;Spanish/French /German/Italian/etc.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] When I say I'm going to do&lt;br /&gt;something I do it.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I can mow the lawn.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I remember to water my plants.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I study when I HAVE to.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I pay attention at school.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I remember to feed my pets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total So Far: 10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] I can spell experience without&lt;br /&gt;looking it up.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] The first thing I do when i get&lt;br /&gt;home is eat.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I can go to the store without&lt;br /&gt;getting something I don't need.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I understand jokes the first time&lt;br /&gt;they are said.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I can type fast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total So Far: 12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have realized that the weather&lt;br /&gt;forecast changes every hour&lt;br /&gt;[x] I realize that no one will take&lt;br /&gt;you seriously unless you are over the&lt;br /&gt;age of 25 and have a job&lt;br /&gt;[x] I can read a book and actually&lt;br /&gt;finish it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total So Far: 14&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] I knew that the alphabet and&lt;br /&gt;twinkle twinkle little star have the&lt;br /&gt;same rythym&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You just checked&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I noticed rhythm is spelled wrong&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You actually watch the weather&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total : 15&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oo, im going to be fifteen already anyways. TOO SOON D8&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; mom said that i cannot go class chalet until I finish my homework. like that no need to go already lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8033971695592141915-5883449416142287285?l=m-elancolique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m-elancolique.blogspot.com/feeds/5883449416142287285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8033971695592141915&amp;postID=5883449416142287285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033971695592141915/posts/default/5883449416142287285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033971695592141915/posts/default/5883449416142287285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m-elancolique.blogspot.com/2007/11/and-i-love-you.html' title='and i love you'/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17977508342105270922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8033971695592141915.post-9140758615609485158</id><published>2007-11-19T23:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T23:43:59.879-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hmm.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Its so obvious she's hitting on you lah and you still dont dare to admit. no balls&lt;/span&gt; -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be gone to church camp from wed-fri. having mixed feelings about it- I dont want to go, yet I'm glad im going. weird :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also; a random sign which most people should have seen before:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GLD3aePrlyI/R0KQFMMB_jI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/SMB7KnJ4kew/s1600-h/sign08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GLD3aePrlyI/R0KQFMMB_jI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/SMB7KnJ4kew/s200/sign08.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134824944001220146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8033971695592141915-9140758615609485158?l=m-elancolique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m-elancolique.blogspot.com/feeds/9140758615609485158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8033971695592141915&amp;postID=9140758615609485158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033971695592141915/posts/default/9140758615609485158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033971695592141915/posts/default/9140758615609485158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m-elancolique.blogspot.com/2007/11/hmm.html' title='hmm.'/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17977508342105270922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_GLD3aePrlyI/R0KQFMMB_jI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/SMB7KnJ4kew/s72-c/sign08.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8033971695592141915.post-1369634340966900438</id><published>2007-11-14T23:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T23:39:19.762-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It’s gonna be a bright, bright, Sun-shiny day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GLD3aePrlyI/Rzv2JsMB_gI/AAAAAAAAAJc/wgdCQ_IZvSA/s1600-h/gacktlove.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GLD3aePrlyI/Rzv2JsMB_gI/AAAAAAAAAJc/wgdCQ_IZvSA/s400/gacktlove.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132966846659689986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"hello love"&lt;br /&gt;-smells hair-&lt;br /&gt;-leans in for a kiss-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Awww" is pretty much my brain can comprehend right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also I've finished watching '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Engine&lt;/span&gt;' and it was awesome ;_; loved the theme &amp;amp; insert songs, "I can see clearly now" by Jimmy Cliff and 'Angel' by Aerosmith.&lt;br /&gt;want to watch '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ikebukuro West Gate Park&lt;/span&gt;' badly but stupid Tokyo Broadcasting System has removed a gazillion series off crunchyroll &gt;:O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8033971695592141915-1369634340966900438?l=m-elancolique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m-elancolique.blogspot.com/feeds/1369634340966900438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8033971695592141915&amp;postID=1369634340966900438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033971695592141915/posts/default/1369634340966900438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033971695592141915/posts/default/1369634340966900438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m-elancolique.blogspot.com/2007/11/its-gonna-be-bright-bright-sun-shiny.html' title='It’s gonna be a bright, bright, Sun-shiny day.'/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17977508342105270922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GLD3aePrlyI/Rzv2JsMB_gI/AAAAAAAAAJc/wgdCQ_IZvSA/s72-c/gacktlove.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8033971695592141915.post-633933316961830567</id><published>2007-11-14T04:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T05:01:32.642-08:00</updated><title type='text'>renji, bay-beh</title><content type='html'>random quizzes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b id="restitle"&gt;The Best Bleach Boyfriend for You&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div id="resresult"&gt;Your Result: &lt;b&gt;Abarai Renji&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GLD3aePrlyI/RzrqDDdHy9I/AAAAAAAAAI8/9szV6NMRfBM/s1600-h/bleach-renjipix.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GLD3aePrlyI/RzrqDDdHy9I/AAAAAAAAAI8/9szV6NMRfBM/s200/bleach-renjipix.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132672063530060754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You want a man from the wrong side of the tracks who has clawed his way to get where he is now -- on top of the world. Don't let his tattoos and his wild hair fool you -- he's a softie at heart even if he's a fierce warrior. If you give him a chance, he will be your best friend and your lover, all rolled into one hot package. Trying to give his wardrobe a makeover will never work, though, so simply accept his wacky sense of style -- including the yellow Chappy shirt paired with bellbottoms.&lt;br /&gt;n_n ♥&lt;br /&gt;although I do prefer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GLD3aePrlyI/RzrqDDdHy-I/AAAAAAAAAJE/kJVc9SQE6-g/s1600-h/bleach-byapix.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GLD3aePrlyI/RzrqDDdHy-I/AAAAAAAAAJE/kJVc9SQE6-g/s200/bleach-byapix.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132672063530060770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;others:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b id="restitle"&gt;What F.R.I.E.N.D.S. friend are you?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div id="resresult"&gt;Your Result: &lt;b&gt;Phoebe Buffay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Wow, you're Phoebe! Very loving and caring towards even the small things, people may describe you as spacey or even a little bit flakey. Still, they all love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the quiz spelt her name as pheobe buffet -.- &lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b id="restitle"&gt;Which Hereos Character are you?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div id="resresult"&gt;Your Result: &lt;b&gt;Peter Petrelli&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;A hospice nurse with the ability to absorb other people's powers, Peter is unable to control his powers in the beginning. He has good intentions and only wants to save people from what he might do. He comes to terms with his powers and is able to use them effectively. He has the ability to become the most powerful hero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8D&lt;br /&gt;I am watching Engine (a kimutaku drama!) woo hoo! i am a hopeless jdrama addict.&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/8033971695592141915-633933316961830567?l=m-elancolique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m-elancolique.blogspot.com/feeds/633933316961830567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8033971695592141915&amp;postID=633933316961830567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033971695592141915/posts/default/633933316961830567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033971695592141915/posts/default/633933316961830567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m-elancolique.blogspot.com/2007/11/renji-bay-beh.html' title='renji, bay-beh'/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17977508342105270922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_GLD3aePrlyI/RzrqDDdHy9I/AAAAAAAAAI8/9szV6NMRfBM/s72-c/bleach-renjipix.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8033971695592141915.post-5339020936606172662</id><published>2007-11-13T07:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T08:07:47.294-08:00</updated><title type='text'>good morning amsterdam</title><content type='html'>haven't blogged in a long time :D this post is just dictating random events so it is rather boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, went to toa payoh library with grandmother :} I borrowed tonz of books, like the nerd I am.Dont think I will be able to finish them @_@ also got an Olive Oyl shirt. i wanted the popeye one but they only had it in guy's sizes -.- so sexist! (ok they didnt have the olive oyl one in guy's sizes, but STILL. &gt;.&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;and I followed mom to work today because her boss was out of town (ho ho). got some felt from spotlight in plaza sing for sewing {: and we bought lots of snacks from carrefour, now my house finally has some junk food in it. went to hg point at night to buy things from the supermarket and now theres MORE MORE MORE junk food (♥)! and i got an army print skirt which is kinda ok i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH OH AND i bought i-Weekly just for the cover!&lt;br /&gt;because there's KIMURA TAKUYA on it &gt;w&lt; (also has pictures of yamapi and ♥tamaki hiroshi♥ inside! *g*) &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GLD3aePrlyI/RznKKOi9cgI/AAAAAAAAAIk/h9QGQpaiPDg/s1600-h/tamakihiroshi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GLD3aePrlyI/RznKKOi9cgI/AAAAAAAAAIk/h9QGQpaiPDg/s200/tamakihiroshi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132355527417623042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;you should buy it too :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i need someone to teach me guitar. preferably someone who is nice and patient, and willing to teach for free. LOL. so cheapskate  =X&lt;br /&gt;gotta sleep now, I shall continue my sewing tomorrow !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8033971695592141915-5339020936606172662?l=m-elancolique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m-elancolique.blogspot.com/feeds/5339020936606172662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8033971695592141915&amp;postID=5339020936606172662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033971695592141915/posts/default/5339020936606172662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033971695592141915/posts/default/5339020936606172662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m-elancolique.blogspot.com/2007/11/good-morning-amsterdam.html' title='good morning amsterdam'/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17977508342105270922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GLD3aePrlyI/RznKKOi9cgI/AAAAAAAAAIk/h9QGQpaiPDg/s72-c/tamakihiroshi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8033971695592141915.post-8315741817374131973</id><published>2007-11-06T02:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T02:47:35.489-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Im with you</title><content type='html'>stocktaking today- think I was annoying everyone with my craving for milo :3 oh and a guy asked for zhaozhi's number! at first, he was kind of hovering around and me and jamie were like ??? then he walked up to her and popped the question 0.0 LOL! zhaozhi the popular and preetee girl :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY JAMIE GOH! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(thank you for the belated bday gift too!)&lt;br /&gt;heres a big heart for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:220%;" &gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still think jamie and _ are super sweet, rofl. and zhaozhi likes romantic cliches &gt;:O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8033971695592141915-8315741817374131973?l=m-elancolique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m-elancolique.blogspot.com/feeds/8315741817374131973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8033971695592141915&amp;postID=8315741817374131973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033971695592141915/posts/default/8315741817374131973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033971695592141915/posts/default/8315741817374131973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m-elancolique.blogspot.com/2007/11/im-with-you.html' title='Im with you'/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17977508342105270922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8033971695592141915.post-7797973728624154503</id><published>2007-11-04T21:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T21:28:59.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'>white prayer</title><content type='html'>Just added a bunch of alice nine songs into my mp3 :}&lt;br /&gt;also bringing blossom baybay to the groomer's laterz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;now, im more determined to be happy because being an emoshit sucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont care if you're ignoring me, Im like whateverrrrrrr. -.-&lt;br /&gt;bimbospeak 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the cutest couple in the world:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GLD3aePrlyI/Ry6qCez2AoI/AAAAAAAAAIc/_5eiWH1M3MQ/s1600-h/halo4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GLD3aePrlyI/Ry6qCez2AoI/AAAAAAAAAIc/_5eiWH1M3MQ/s200/halo4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129223985228546690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8033971695592141915-7797973728624154503?l=m-elancolique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m-elancolique.blogspot.com/feeds/7797973728624154503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8033971695592141915&amp;postID=7797973728624154503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033971695592141915/posts/default/7797973728624154503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033971695592141915/posts/default/7797973728624154503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m-elancolique.blogspot.com/2007/11/white-prayer.html' title='white prayer'/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17977508342105270922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_GLD3aePrlyI/Ry6qCez2AoI/AAAAAAAAAIc/_5eiWH1M3MQ/s72-c/halo4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8033971695592141915.post-4135530453336485866</id><published>2007-11-04T04:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T05:34:17.571-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some things are harder to say</title><content type='html'>SOL was okay today, because it was pastor danny/denny, who is awesomely cute :D his laugh makes everyone laugh along, lol. lesson was on courtship 0.0, rather interesting? Im glad he didn't kiss the guy, though :x hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valerie: thank you for giving me your bus ticket! I was super stupid to lose it ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found out many things (i guess) on the bus ride/ in church today. and I d'no, i think im a very lucky person. other people have to worry about a lot more things than I do. I think i've been really protected. And y'know, smoking/ drinking/ etc stuff that are categorized as 'bad', they dont make a person. I think there's this stereotype lah. :/ its character and the heart that counts.&lt;br /&gt;Omgee i sound like im rambling 0.0 I dont know how to phrase stuff correctly lol. anyway what matters is &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;L-O-V-E&lt;/span&gt;! god is love! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have leenay's "hello Clolee" and her horrible scribbling underneath on my arm.. looking at it makes me happy. hahaha so kuku :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/edit&lt;br /&gt;i watched finished heroes! just found out that DL hawkins (♥!) stands for daniel lawrence 0.0 which are the names of Senior pastor and his son?! uncanny..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8033971695592141915-4135530453336485866?l=m-elancolique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m-elancolique.blogspot.com/feeds/4135530453336485866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8033971695592141915&amp;postID=4135530453336485866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033971695592141915/posts/default/4135530453336485866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033971695592141915/posts/default/4135530453336485866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m-elancolique.blogspot.com/2007/11/some-things-are-harder-to-say.html' title='Some things are harder to say'/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17977508342105270922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8033971695592141915.post-1557047228821278548</id><published>2007-11-01T20:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T20:42:36.009-07:00</updated><title type='text'>D:</title><content type='html'>No plans for today ]: kelly and karyn are out with johannan (did I spell it right) and co., and simon is out with her other friends. and I am stuck at home, like some antisocial goondu. which I am. but is not the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday the library thing was hell &amp;amp; they finished half-hr late. zhaozhi- be happy that you didn't go. Sat there for aeons listening to old people speak for the first half =.=, and the second half was listening to young people talk. All of them were just saying "pursue your dreams" in a gazillion different ways -.- I did enjoy the talk by an animator though, and he is like amazingly talented! I think people who can animate stuff are geniuses because I can't use c4d to save my life :X he was really humble (even though hes probably making billions) and nice and wasn't like all the others, who were just sprouting flowery words about dreams and stuff. Also he looks eccentric, which is cool. :O &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;he beats mr cheong any day&lt;/span&gt; xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone stole my earpieces and I am pissed. Well, its an excuse to buy new ones (with a better bass sound) :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(replies)&lt;br /&gt;quail &amp;amp; simon- its the only way i can squash the thing in there..&lt;br /&gt;karyn- yalor! damn frustrating!&lt;br /&gt;jas- no problem ♥ I update le!&lt;br /&gt;kel- yeah..dont you??&lt;br /&gt;wq- lol! its lame but funny :x&lt;br /&gt;mich- haha, i just dont really like the raw fish.&lt;br /&gt;jamie- sure :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8033971695592141915-1557047228821278548?l=m-elancolique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m-elancolique.blogspot.com/feeds/1557047228821278548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8033971695592141915&amp;postID=1557047228821278548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033971695592141915/posts/default/1557047228821278548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033971695592141915/posts/default/1557047228821278548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m-elancolique.blogspot.com/2007/11/d.html' title='D:'/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17977508342105270922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8033971695592141915.post-5145951680473820996</id><published>2007-10-31T04:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T04:47:35.415-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just another boring day.</title><content type='html'>cuz I have no life.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Bold&lt;/strong&gt; the statements that are &lt;strong style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;true&lt;/strong&gt; to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Italise&lt;/em&gt; the statements that you &lt;em&gt;WISH&lt;/em&gt; are true.&lt;br /&gt;Leave the Fibs alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;I miss somebody right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;I do not watch tv these days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;I wear glasses or contact lenses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to play video games.&lt;br /&gt;I have tried marijuana.&lt;br /&gt;I have been in a threesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I believe honesty is usually the best policy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;I have changed mentally over the last year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I carry my knife/razor everywhere with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;I curse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm totally smart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I've broken someone's bones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;I'm paranoid sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would get plastic surgery if it were 100% safe, free of cost, and scar-free.&lt;br /&gt;I need money right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;I love sushi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talk really, really fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;I have long hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have lost money in Las Vegas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;I have at least one sibling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have worn fake hair/fingernails/eyelashes in the past.&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't survive without Caller ID.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I like the way I look.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am usually pessimistic.&lt;br /&gt;I have a lot of mood swings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I have a hidden talent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm always hyper no matter how much sugar I have.&lt;br /&gt;I have a lot of friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;I am currently single.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have pecked someone of the same sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;I enjoy talking on the phone.&lt;/span&gt;  -depends who Im talking to&lt;br /&gt;I practically live in sweatpants or PJ pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;I love to shop.&lt;/span&gt;  -depends what im shopping for 0.0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Enjoy window shopping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would rather shop than eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't hate anyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a pretty good dancer.&lt;br /&gt;I'm completely embarrassed to be seen with my mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I have a cell phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;I believe in God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watch MTV on a daily basis.&lt;br /&gt;I have passed out drunk in the past 6 months.&lt;br /&gt;I've rejected someone before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I want to have children in the future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have changed a diaper before.&lt;br /&gt;I've called the cops on a friend before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;I'm not allergic to anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;I have a lot to learn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm shy around members of the opposite sex.&lt;br /&gt;I have made a move on a friend's significant other or crush in the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;I have tried alcohol before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I own the South Park movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I would die for my best friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that Pizza Hut has the best pizza.&lt;br /&gt;I have used my sexuality to advance my career.&lt;br /&gt;I love Michael Jackson, scandals and all.&lt;br /&gt;Halloween is awesome because you get free candy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;I watch Spongebob Squarepants and I like it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I am happy at this moment!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm obsessed with guys.&lt;br /&gt;I tie my shoelaces differently from anyone I've ever met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I study for tests most of the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I am comfortable with who I am right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have more than just my ears pierced.&lt;br /&gt;I walk barefoot wherever I can.&lt;br /&gt;I have jumped off a bridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;I love sea turtles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spend ridiculous money on makeup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Plan on achieving a major goal/dream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm proficient in a musical instrument.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I worked at McDonald's restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;I hate office jobs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love sci-fi movies.&lt;br /&gt;I think water rules.&lt;br /&gt;I went college out of state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;I like sausages.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love kisses.&lt;br /&gt;I fall for the worst people.&lt;br /&gt;I adore bright colours.&lt;br /&gt;I can't live without black eyeliner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;I don't know why the hell I just did this stupid thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I usually like covers better than originals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;I can pick up things with my toes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;I can't whistle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can move my tongue in waves, much like a snake's slither.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;I have ridden/owned a horse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I still have every journal I've written in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;I can't stick to a diet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;I talk in my sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;I try to forget things by drowning them out with loads of distractions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have jazz in my blood.&lt;br /&gt;Climbing trees is a brilliant past-time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I wear a toe ring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't stand at LEAST one person that I work with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;I am a caffeine junkie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;I cosplay or know what cosplaying is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I have been to over 15 conventions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;I will collect anything, and the more nonsensical the better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm an artist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;I only clean my room when necessary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like a person of the same sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;I love being happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am an adrenaline junkie.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's the stupid library thing tomorrow, nooooooo D:&lt;br /&gt;shockingly, for the first time in my life, I kinda miss going to school.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8033971695592141915-5145951680473820996?l=m-elancolique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m-elancolique.blogspot.com/feeds/5145951680473820996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8033971695592141915&amp;postID=5145951680473820996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033971695592141915/posts/default/5145951680473820996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033971695592141915/posts/default/5145951680473820996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m-elancolique.blogspot.com/2007/10/just-another-boring-day.html' title='Just another boring day.'/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17977508342105270922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8033971695592141915.post-1797955850095133033</id><published>2007-10-30T06:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T06:33:24.315-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I will not be fat</title><content type='html'>Went out for lunch with kelly and simon today !♥ karyn couldnt come because she had her stupid math thing.&lt;br /&gt;ate at macs (Omg become fat liao la) and then simon and I spent a gazillion hours in comic connection poring over the books 8D kel couldnt stand it so she want to sembawang (the lousy cd shop). HEE. sorry lah keh :p I bought a comic! so happy! :D think I used a lot of $$ unknowingly today o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;simon and me went to the comics shop at hg bus interchange and got a (shared) membership :D :D! I think their deal is so much better than comics connection's.&lt;br /&gt;was reading the manga I rented just now and it made me so bloody pissed! There's this stupid girl who is trying to steal the main character's bf (she was the friend of the guy in his previous school). And she does like SUPER GUO FEN things like going to the guy's house (when he's not in), putting her IC, a few strands of her hair and a USED CONDOM WRAPPER THINGO on his bed! LIKE OMGZ! &gt;=O  while flipping the pages I kept exclaiming "that bitch!" and "Omg the @#$%^&amp;amp;*!" haha. my mom would have a fit if she heard.. O.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also I am watching heroes, and Isaac Mendez is so dreamy ;] hohoz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8033971695592141915-1797955850095133033?l=m-elancolique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m-elancolique.blogspot.com/feeds/1797955850095133033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8033971695592141915&amp;postID=1797955850095133033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033971695592141915/posts/default/1797955850095133033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033971695592141915/posts/default/1797955850095133033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m-elancolique.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-will-not-be-fat.html' title='I will not be fat'/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17977508342105270922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8033971695592141915.post-4152953955493914125</id><published>2007-10-29T05:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T05:09:47.499-07:00</updated><title type='text'>yey :D</title><content type='html'>This is a new layout :3&lt;br /&gt;and here i am posting because jamie told me to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i went to bishan library with grandmother (sorry to kks because we were going to go there? but my grandmother wants to borrow stuff so.. sorry :[ ). before going there we shopped around and junction 8.. and i think i am extremely unhealthy la, because i got tired so easily from shopping 0.0 also denim skirts look weird and are hard to walk in. saw a necklace that i want (BADLY) but because i have amazing self-control i managed to not-buy it :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone want to go out tomorrow? Im bored as hell :(&lt;br /&gt;ok i shall go bathe and then read detective conan (woohoo)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8033971695592141915-4152953955493914125?l=m-elancolique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m-elancolique.blogspot.com/feeds/4152953955493914125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8033971695592141915&amp;postID=4152953955493914125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033971695592141915/posts/default/4152953955493914125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033971695592141915/posts/default/4152953955493914125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m-elancolique.blogspot.com/2007/10/yey-d.html' title='yey :D'/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17977508342105270922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8033971695592141915.post-7671473176519772245</id><published>2007-10-25T02:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T02:53:55.248-07:00</updated><title type='text'>blah</title><content type='html'>isnt it pathetic, when someone is depressed the whole day, and becomes even more depressed when their friends don't comfort them all the time?&lt;br /&gt;sometimes emotions wear people down, too, and you cant expect everyone to be there for you. people have their own problems and as a friend shouldn't you try to understand that? and not get emo about "oh no one cares for me, only my shadow is beside me... t.r.a.p.p.e.d" (with some references to bryan wong).&lt;br /&gt;what im saying is. yes friends will be there for you. but as a friend you have to be there for them too. dont just burden them with your problems and not help them share &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; burden. :/ its a two-way thing.&lt;br /&gt;also being happy only when you have good results is just pathetic -.- you are more fortunate than you can imagine, so appreciate the stuff you have and not brood just to get attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh no, this whole post is just rambling :S will post something more interesting when i get back from dinner at northpoint 0.0&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8033971695592141915-7671473176519772245?l=m-elancolique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m-elancolique.blogspot.com/feeds/7671473176519772245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8033971695592141915&amp;postID=7671473176519772245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033971695592141915/posts/default/7671473176519772245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033971695592141915/posts/default/7671473176519772245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m-elancolique.blogspot.com/2007/10/blah.html' title='blah'/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17977508342105270922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8033971695592141915.post-4664671821094647223</id><published>2007-10-24T00:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T02:03:15.815-07:00</updated><title type='text'>stop flirting omgz.</title><content type='html'>today was rather uneventful unless you count being pissed off a huge matter.&lt;br /&gt;which isn't, for me anyway 0.0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school's gna end soon.&lt;br /&gt;too soon :/&lt;br /&gt;and class chalet is too far away x[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random stuff:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(221, 221, 221);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:85%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;You Have Low Self Esteem 68% of the Time&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howisyourselfesteemquiz/esteem-4.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to blame yourself when things go wrong, regardless of whether it's your fault or not.&lt;br /&gt;You're anxious to please others and rely too much on their opinions. Learn to please yourself first, and your confidence will soar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/howisyourselfesteemquiz/"&gt;How is Your Self Esteem?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;this is shocking. and rather pathetic -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Dr. Bunsen Honeydew&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/themuppetpersonalitytest/bunsen.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You take the title "mad scientist" to the extreme -with very scary things coming out of your lab.&lt;br /&gt;And you've invented some pretty cool things, from a banana sharpener to a robot politician.&lt;br /&gt;But while you're busy turning gold into cottage cheese, you need to watch out for poor little Beaker!&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, that's very naughty, Beaker! Now you eat these paper clips this minute."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/themuppetpersonalitytest/"&gt;The Muppet Personality Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;LOL.. a banana sharpener 0.0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok bye bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. spouse =/= boyfriend. kthxbai.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8033971695592141915-4664671821094647223?l=m-elancolique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m-elancolique.blogspot.com/feeds/4664671821094647223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8033971695592141915&amp;postID=4664671821094647223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033971695592141915/posts/default/4664671821094647223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033971695592141915/posts/default/4664671821094647223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m-elancolique.blogspot.com/2007/10/stop-flirting-omgz.html' title='stop flirting omgz.'/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17977508342105270922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8033971695592141915.post-8310651089384641299</id><published>2007-10-22T07:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T07:51:48.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>thinking of</title><content type='html'>I love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;listening to music on rainy nights and chatting to a spouse(?) who apologises too much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8033971695592141915-8310651089384641299?l=m-elancolique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m-elancolique.blogspot.com/feeds/8310651089384641299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8033971695592141915&amp;postID=8310651089384641299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033971695592141915/posts/default/8310651089384641299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033971695592141915/posts/default/8310651089384641299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m-elancolique.blogspot.com/2007/10/thinking-of.html' title='thinking of'/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17977508342105270922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8033971695592141915.post-5801091760557817996</id><published>2007-10-21T06:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T07:04:57.004-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I should just probably</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;forget it&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;already&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just got off the webcam with jie (♥) ! she is too preetee. man i miss her. she better come back fast. &gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i church there were these absolutely irritating people sitting in front of me. 2 girls and 1 guy, i think. they were TALKING NON-STOP and being utterly disrespectful. during worship and the sermon. even when the whole church was quiet THIS STUPID GIRL CANNOT SHUT UP. and the worse thing is that she thinks shes very chio and EVERY TIME when she turns around she will flick her hair exaggeratedly. *pissed* it would have been a really good worship today without those disturbances. (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;even if the cute drummer wasn't there &gt;3&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didnt get my skirt, DAMN IT. all the way to esprit at wisma atria only to find out that there's no more left D: and it was the only skirt i ever liked. how wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay besides that today was rather good C: stupid valerie stealing my hair-tie thingy, lol. and stupid zhaozhi showing me the disgusting picture. walao i dont want see lah. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tmr will be interhouse games lah wtfooo D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8033971695592141915-5801091760557817996?l=m-elancolique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m-elancolique.blogspot.com/feeds/5801091760557817996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8033971695592141915&amp;postID=5801091760557817996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033971695592141915/posts/default/5801091760557817996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033971695592141915/posts/default/5801091760557817996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m-elancolique.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-should-just-probably.html' title='I should just probably'/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17977508342105270922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8033971695592141915.post-4515371072093620335</id><published>2007-10-19T21:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T21:53:21.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>no more things to say</title><content type='html'>from wq's blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bg style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Personality is Very Rare (INFP)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howrareisyourpersonalityquiz/personality.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your personality type is dreamy, romantic, elegant, and expressive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only about 5% of all people have your personality, including 6% of all women and 4% of all men&lt;br /&gt;You are Introverted, Intuitive, Feeling, and Perceiving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howrareisyourpersonalityquiz/"&gt;How Rare Is Your Personality?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...how can a personality be elegant?! ok nevermind. i thought my personality is screwed but it just turns out to be 'rare' -.- I'd rather be normal, like outgoing friendly sweet kind blah blah. (well ive gotten over it a million years ago already.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was unreasonably mad at people and now i feel guilty. DAMN YOU CONSCIENCE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont want a new class next year, damn it. and i need a new show to watch since 'friends' is loading bloody slowly. anyone can recommend anything :( ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8033971695592141915-4515371072093620335?l=m-elancolique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m-elancolique.blogspot.com/feeds/4515371072093620335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8033971695592141915&amp;postID=4515371072093620335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033971695592141915/posts/default/4515371072093620335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033971695592141915/posts/default/4515371072093620335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m-elancolique.blogspot.com/2007/10/no-more-things-to-say.html' title='no more things to say'/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17977508342105270922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8033971695592141915.post-5217363670026547804</id><published>2007-10-19T04:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T04:13:37.217-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It wasn't really sad the way they said good-bye&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe it just hurt so bad she couldn't cry&lt;br /&gt;He packed his things, walked out the door and drove away&lt;br /&gt;And she became the girl from yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He took a plane across the sea&lt;br /&gt;To some foreign land&lt;br /&gt;She stayed at home and tried so hard to understand&lt;br /&gt;How someone who had been so close could be so far away&lt;br /&gt;And she became the girl from yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She doesn't know what's right&lt;br /&gt;She doesn't know what's wrong&lt;br /&gt;She only knows the pain that comes from waiting for so long&lt;br /&gt;And she doesn't count the teardrops&lt;br /&gt;That she's cried while he's away&lt;br /&gt;Because she knows deep in her heart&lt;br /&gt;That he'll be back someday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The light's on in the window; she's waiting by the phone&lt;br /&gt;Talking to a memory that's never coming home&lt;br /&gt;She dreams of his returning and the things that he might say&lt;br /&gt;But she'll always be the girl from yesterday&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, she'll always be the girl from yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you cant tell i am being emo. and also i really like the lyrics to this song (although i dont really care for country-ish tunes).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also i think jamie and _ are SUPER CUTE! muahahahahahahah. I love you jamie, even if you're a waffle-pincher XD and zz too! MUST TELL ME IMPORTANT STUFF NEXT TIME OK.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8033971695592141915-5217363670026547804?l=m-elancolique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m-elancolique.blogspot.com/feeds/5217363670026547804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8033971695592141915&amp;postID=5217363670026547804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033971695592141915/posts/default/5217363670026547804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033971695592141915/posts/default/5217363670026547804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m-elancolique.blogspot.com/2007/10/it-wasnt-really-sad-way-they-said-good.html' title=''/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17977508342105270922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8033971695592141915.post-7696321994912436936</id><published>2007-10-18T05:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T05:17:34.207-07:00</updated><title type='text'>yello</title><content type='html'>kah leen` says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HELLO THE CLO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥JRock        clo-lee says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;...HELLO THE CREAM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how we greet each other now 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I do not have a boyfriend whose surname is Lee. Clo Lee is just a nickname! -.- (from mr tay, who kept mispronouncing my name as clo-leee, unfortunately.) lee is a really nice surname though. ok that it irrelevant =_=; so, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;getting results back tomorrow. if i dont get back even a single script i will die ): or maybe just cry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8033971695592141915-7696321994912436936?l=m-elancolique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m-elancolique.blogspot.com/feeds/7696321994912436936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8033971695592141915&amp;postID=7696321994912436936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033971695592141915/posts/default/7696321994912436936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033971695592141915/posts/default/7696321994912436936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m-elancolique.blogspot.com/2007/10/yello.html' title='yello'/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17977508342105270922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8033971695592141915.post-3740440233703698019</id><published>2007-10-16T21:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T21:49:45.531-07:00</updated><title type='text'>simone</title><content type='html'>Firstly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Happy belated birthday simon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you love the bag I got for you la, hoho. &gt;D And because you love peas so much I have drawn one for you (in photoshop -.-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GLD3aePrlyI/RxWP6osR8VI/AAAAAAAAAIE/oyDAtiPItXk/s1600-h/pea.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GLD3aePrlyI/RxWP6osR8VI/AAAAAAAAAIE/oyDAtiPItXk/s320/pea.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122158388722135378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Isn't it nice? HAHA. ok la its very plain. but thats because im too lazy to draw something nicer. 8)&lt;br /&gt;so yesterday, went to meet kelly and karyn to buy simon's cake first before meeting her. I was the earliest, HA. (especially happy since I am always the one who is late.) simon reached plaza sing before us and got fatally lost because she has no sense of direction. ok i also dont have but I am smart enough to follow kk (: went to watch nanny diaries, which I think was really boring &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;had it not been for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;chris evans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. because i read the book i found it bearable. and also I ate like a pig =_=;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh today i tried to start on a new anime :D called "Kiniro no Corda". At first I had a really good impression of it because the female lead didn't blush like madness when a guy saved her from falling down the stairs. I mean, nearly ALL female leads blush like crazy/ get really flustered when a guy saves them, but she just thanked him normally. But then i got bored of it because it had all the stereotypical characters and ALL THE MALE CHARACTERS WERE FALLING IN LOVE WITH THE FEMALE LEAD. which pisses me off. there are like other girls, hello. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;-.-&lt;/span&gt; you dont have to fall in love with her just because shes the protagonist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok thanks for reading my ramblings. for a reward you get another sexy picture:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GLD3aePrlyI/RxWUFosR8WI/AAAAAAAAAIM/-cKg6RXFWmY/s1600-h/ringoguitar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GLD3aePrlyI/RxWUFosR8WI/AAAAAAAAAIM/-cKg6RXFWmY/s320/ringoguitar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122162975747207522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;*drools* DONT YA WANT IT! (Not mine, btw, if you dont know -.-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8033971695592141915-3740440233703698019?l=m-elancolique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m-elancolique.blogspot.com/feeds/3740440233703698019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8033971695592141915&amp;postID=3740440233703698019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033971695592141915/posts/default/3740440233703698019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033971695592141915/posts/default/3740440233703698019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m-elancolique.blogspot.com/2007/10/simone.html' title='simone'/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17977508342105270922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GLD3aePrlyI/RxWP6osR8VI/AAAAAAAAAIE/oyDAtiPItXk/s72-c/pea.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8033971695592141915.post-1701792309462416129</id><published>2007-10-13T06:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T06:18:15.562-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hlO!</title><content type='html'>having a constantly crying baby at home is driving me nutzos. and also its worse if you know that you cant get mad at him because hes sick. (my baby brother has hand foot mouth disease)&lt;br /&gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;theres practically nothing to do, so i have started on a new japanese drama =w=; its quite old- aired in 2003 and it showed on channel 8 before! wth la. anyway. its called mukodono, and its about this really famous singer marrying this girl from a normal family and he has to keep it a secret or not he will lose all his fans and everything. so far it has just been passable, and the couple involved are a bit too lovey-dovey at times but i guess its sorta cute because huge stars are stereotypically known as womanizers, but the guy is totally devoted 8) and also his onstage persona is different from his actual personality and hes a huge goofy guy actually :D ok now i am babbling. you should have just skipped this whole paragraph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANTM! is so nice! sarah pisses me off, ha. (not you, sarah.) renee is super pretty and natasha is the funniest girl ever. i think only kel and cream will know what im talking about :] watching shows are a great way to pass time, hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a random thought: those people in primary school who wrote that they hate boys in autograph books and stuff probably are huge flirts now. because, y'know, they've been guy-deprived and all that &gt;D hahahahaa. ok this is stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Genevieve(&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;JIE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;!&lt;/span&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;You seem to be having a great time ay! :D enjoy yourself &amp;amp; dont forget we're all missing you like hell here. good luck with tp/hotel, hohoz. GOD BLESS!♥♥♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel less moody after typing this post.&lt;br /&gt;and also, theres no one online which i usually talk to *laments*&lt;br /&gt;goodbye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8033971695592141915-1701792309462416129?l=m-elancolique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m-elancolique.blogspot.com/feeds/1701792309462416129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8033971695592141915&amp;postID=1701792309462416129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033971695592141915/posts/default/1701792309462416129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033971695592141915/posts/default/1701792309462416129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m-elancolique.blogspot.com/2007/10/hlo.html' title='hlO!'/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17977508342105270922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8033971695592141915.post-1135215073384275584</id><published>2007-10-12T01:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T01:47:18.072-07:00</updated><title type='text'>D8</title><content type='html'>from billy's blog. (sry for stealing your quiz! &gt;&lt;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Ever been given an engagement ring?&lt;br /&gt;who the hell gets an engagement ring at 14?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Last gift you received?&lt;br /&gt;sweets from zz today :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.Ever dropped a cellphone?&lt;br /&gt;yep, obviously not mine though *evil laughter*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.One favourite song?&lt;br /&gt;tears by x japan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.Things you spend a lot of money on?&lt;br /&gt;manga. stationery. im not a huge spender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.Last food you ate?&lt;br /&gt;cheese fries with kks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.First thing you notice about the opposite sex?&lt;br /&gt;idunno. probably superficial, physical things like face/hair/height @.@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.Primary school you attended?&lt;br /&gt;rosyth primary school (please stop asking me if its the same as vanessa's school, yes it is.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.Secondary school you attended?Any regrets?&lt;br /&gt;xms. yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.Cell phone service provider?&lt;br /&gt;dont have one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.Favourite place to shop?&lt;br /&gt;bugis? (to buy comics and japanesey stuff) i dont shop much 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.Longest job you had?&lt;br /&gt;NO JOB LA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.Do you own a pair of dice?&lt;br /&gt;probably&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.Do you prank call people?&lt;br /&gt;sure :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.Last wedding you attended?&lt;br /&gt;i have no idea. i think it was some church peron's wedding when i was 6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.First friend you called if you won the lottery?&lt;br /&gt;kelly/karyn because their house no. is easy to remember =s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.Favourite fast food restaurant?&lt;br /&gt;mos burger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.Biggest lie you ever heard?&lt;br /&gt;uhm. a lie is a lie whether its big or small. ive probably heard too much to remember a specific one :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.Where's your favourite place to eat with friends?&lt;br /&gt;if you couldnt tell im a pretty antisocial person :D digressing though. anywhere is fine if its with the right people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.Can you cook?&lt;br /&gt;hmmmmmm :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21.Best kisser?&lt;br /&gt;ew. i dont know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22.Last time you cried?&lt;br /&gt;uh *thinks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23.Most disliked food?&lt;br /&gt;ginger. celery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24.About yourself?&lt;br /&gt;i am chloe. OH and i noticed that people who have the same name as me are usually prettier (D:) and an ahlian (which i am not :D). so dont confuse me with them. basically i have a higher intelligence and worse looks, HAHA. bhb~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25.Thing you dislike most about yourself?&lt;br /&gt;that i find it hard to talk to people whom i dont know well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26.Longest shift you worked in your life?&lt;br /&gt;i dont work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27.Favourite movie?&lt;br /&gt;in america. anything from studio ghibli.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28.Can you sing?&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. who knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29.One thing you never leave your house without?&lt;br /&gt;wallet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30.Last concert you attended?&lt;br /&gt;-_- no monay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31.Last movie you rented?&lt;br /&gt;dont rent stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32.Favourite vacation spot?&lt;br /&gt;been to too few places to say :( so far would have to be beijing :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33.Laptop or desktop computer?&lt;br /&gt;desktop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34.Do you like your hair?&lt;br /&gt;not much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35.Do you smoke?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36.Sleep with or without clothes?&lt;br /&gt;with clothes la -.- where got people sleep without clothes one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37.Who shares room with you?&lt;br /&gt;brother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38.Do long distance relationships work?&lt;br /&gt;depends on the couple involved i guess?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39.Pancakes or doughnuts?&lt;br /&gt;BOTH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40.Do you like hot chocolate?&lt;br /&gt;YES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41.How do you like your eggs?&lt;br /&gt;hard boiled, sunny-side-up, omelette, scrambled, they're all awesome. except half-boiled (eurgh!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42.Do you believe in astrology?&lt;br /&gt;nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43.Last person you talked to on the phone?&lt;br /&gt;karyn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44.Last person on your missed call list?&lt;br /&gt;no phone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45.What was the last text message you received?&lt;br /&gt;no phone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47.What are you wearing right now?&lt;br /&gt;normal clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48.Pick a lyric:&lt;br /&gt;come down from your fences, open the gate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49.What kind of jelly would you like on your PB &amp;amp; J?&lt;br /&gt;blueberry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50.Are you normally a happy person?&lt;br /&gt;id like to think so :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51.Name of your first pet?&lt;br /&gt;unnamed terrapins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52.Favourite ice cream?&lt;br /&gt;chocolate. milk tea from haato. strawberry from haagen dazs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53.Do you like maps?&lt;br /&gt;erm, no preference&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54.Tell me a random fact about yourself&lt;br /&gt;i want to learn guitar. and the piano, WELL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55.Ever attended a birthday party?&lt;br /&gt;yep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56.What is your favourite season?&lt;br /&gt;i dont know. windy days :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57.Last time you laughed at something stupid?&lt;br /&gt;everyday i laugh at stupid things. now i can only think about the sucking tongue thing HAHA. stupid primary school kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58.What time did you wake up this morning?&lt;br /&gt;5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59.Best thing about winter?&lt;br /&gt;no winter here, bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60.Last time a cop gave you a ticket?&lt;br /&gt;i dont drive&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;EXAMS ARE OVER! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although i am not having as much fun as i want to. ERGH. this sucks. i empathize with quail! D8 stupid stupid stupid. maybe later more people will come online ba. :s &lt;br /&gt;also: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://stat.ameba.jp/user_images/c3/d7/10030272994.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;SEXY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isnt it? :d&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8033971695592141915-1135215073384275584?l=m-elancolique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m-elancolique.blogspot.com/feeds/1135215073384275584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8033971695592141915&amp;postID=1135215073384275584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033971695592141915/posts/default/1135215073384275584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033971695592141915/posts/default/1135215073384275584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m-elancolique.blogspot.com/2007/10/d8.html' title='D8'/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17977508342105270922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8033971695592141915.post-4502481425004518813</id><published>2007-10-11T05:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T05:23:52.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*beams*</title><content type='html'>Art paper tomorrow! :) (if you're wondering why there's a smiley, its because its the LAST PAPER HOHO.)&lt;br /&gt;hopefully I can finish all my preparatory work. AND, complete my final piece tomorrow. srsly regret procrastinating, rawr. I always do. x_x well JYJY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also three days holiday on monday, tuesday and wednesday! :D mrs yeap was talking about some free concert tickets and i was contemplating whether to request. then she said they were going to play &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;rachmaninov&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;/rachmaninoff&lt;/span&gt; and i was like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh My Gawd&lt;/span&gt;. but then i also got no one to go with lah wtfoo! ): if they play his Piano Concerto No.2 im going to Shoot Myself. Because that's the awesomest classical piece evar plus it has PIAAAAAAAANO. gah. ): ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no use crying over spilt milk anyway.&lt;br /&gt;CHIONG! someone better come online soon, im bored out of my wits.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8033971695592141915-4502481425004518813?l=m-elancolique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m-elancolique.blogspot.com/feeds/4502481425004518813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8033971695592141915&amp;postID=4502481425004518813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033971695592141915/posts/default/4502481425004518813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033971695592141915/posts/default/4502481425004518813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m-elancolique.blogspot.com/2007/10/beams.html' title='*beams*'/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17977508342105270922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8033971695592141915.post-6787365136806563079</id><published>2007-10-09T22:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T22:51:35.572-07:00</updated><title type='text'>damn it.</title><content type='html'>f.f.f.f.f.f.&lt;br /&gt;i am so. fking jealous.&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;damn it. this sucks.&lt;br /&gt;god, forgive me :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on Another Note, exams are nearly over! and there's 3 days holiday next week, woohoo. may be going out with kks(?) 8) lately people have been making me confused, and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;pissed&lt;/span&gt; mostly. but its gonna be alriteeeeeeeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;ok now to GROWTH (damn you art!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8033971695592141915-6787365136806563079?l=m-elancolique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m-elancolique.blogspot.com/feeds/6787365136806563079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8033971695592141915&amp;postID=6787365136806563079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033971695592141915/posts/default/6787365136806563079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033971695592141915/posts/default/6787365136806563079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m-elancolique.blogspot.com/2007/10/damn-it.html' title='damn it.'/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17977508342105270922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8033971695592141915.post-1778613435812369190</id><published>2007-10-09T08:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T08:16:44.877-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LITERATURE</title><content type='html'>HOW HOW HOW :c&lt;br /&gt;stupid monkey paw :C&lt;br /&gt;stupid rice without rain xC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ARGHHHHHH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is boring. and darren is studying so i cant talk to him D8&lt;br /&gt;blaaaaaaaah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8033971695592141915-1778613435812369190?l=m-elancolique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m-elancolique.blogspot.com/feeds/1778613435812369190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8033971695592141915&amp;postID=1778613435812369190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033971695592141915/posts/default/1778613435812369190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033971695592141915/posts/default/1778613435812369190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m-elancolique.blogspot.com/2007/10/literature.html' title='LITERATURE'/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17977508342105270922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8033971695592141915.post-5696301130630615925</id><published>2007-10-08T05:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T05:24:12.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4 days to freedom!</title><content type='html'>AS THE TITLE SAYS! (like anyone reads the title)&lt;br /&gt;but then that means the year is ending. and next year, different class.&lt;br /&gt;wish i had got to know a whole lot of people better, earlier.&lt;br /&gt;:C&lt;br /&gt;people go double sci please???&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;bleh&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8033971695592141915-5696301130630615925?l=m-elancolique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m-elancolique.blogspot.com/feeds/5696301130630615925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8033971695592141915&amp;postID=5696301130630615925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033971695592141915/posts/default/5696301130630615925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033971695592141915/posts/default/5696301130630615925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m-elancolique.blogspot.com/2007/10/4-days-to-freedom.html' title='4 days to freedom!'/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17977508342105270922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8033971695592141915.post-4912740316668382387</id><published>2007-10-05T09:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T09:28:05.945-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bleh</title><content type='html'>First I was talking to Kel, then she went offline&lt;br /&gt;then i talked to simin and nasuha which both went offline&lt;br /&gt;(and leena went to surf channels)&lt;br /&gt;then alvin came online and i talked to him until he went offline&lt;br /&gt;and now only jefferson is online (whom i dont talk to)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;D8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIAN! SOMEONE COME ONLINE PLEEEEEEEEEEEASE&lt;br /&gt;=_=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8033971695592141915-4912740316668382387?l=m-elancolique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m-elancolique.blogspot.com/feeds/4912740316668382387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8033971695592141915&amp;postID=4912740316668382387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033971695592141915/posts/default/4912740316668382387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033971695592141915/posts/default/4912740316668382387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m-elancolique.blogspot.com/2007/10/bleh.html' title='bleh'/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17977508342105270922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8033971695592141915.post-6277267968649235734</id><published>2007-10-05T03:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T03:51:52.584-07:00</updated><title type='text'>=)</title><content type='html'>TGIF!&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;I love the Sleepy Bunny Necklace from &lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://shanalogic.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Shana Logic&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GLD3aePrlyI/RwYV7osR8UI/AAAAAAAAAH8/_h5lcNQDXso/s1600-h/1434_shana_bunny_full2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GLD3aePrlyI/RwYV7osR8UI/AAAAAAAAAH8/_h5lcNQDXso/s320/1434_shana_bunny_full2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117802140832756034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;arent they insanely cute?! HA. have no idea whythehell im looking at online shops when ill never buy anything anyway. (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;even made a stupid wishlist&lt;/span&gt; -.-) a sudden burst of materialism engulfs me! money, where are you &gt;/&lt;br /&gt;however i feel satisfied enough by looking at the wishlist. LOL. something wrong with me 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from leena's blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Smoked. [ ]&lt;br /&gt;2. Consumed alcohol. [x]&lt;br /&gt;3. Slept in the same bed with someone of the opposite sex. [ ]&lt;br /&gt;4. Slept in the same bed with someone of the same sex. [x]&lt;br /&gt;5. Kissed someone of the same sex. [ ]&lt;br /&gt;6. Had sex. [ ]&lt;br /&gt;7. Had someone in your room other than family. [x]&lt;br /&gt;8. Watched porn. [ ]&lt;br /&gt;9. Bought porn. [ ]&lt;br /&gt;10. Done drugs. [ ]&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL: 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Taken painkillers. [ ]&lt;br /&gt;2. Taken someone else's prescription medicine. [ ]&lt;br /&gt;3. Lied to your parents. [x]&lt;br /&gt;4. Lied to a friend. [x]&lt;br /&gt;5. Been to rehab. [ ]&lt;br /&gt;6. Done something illegal. [x]&lt;br /&gt;7. Cut yourself. [ ]&lt;br /&gt;8. Hurt someone. [x]&lt;br /&gt;9. Been to a club. [ ]&lt;br /&gt;10. Seen someone die.[ ]&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL: 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Missed curfew. [ ]&lt;br /&gt;2. Stayed out all night. [ ]&lt;br /&gt;3. Eaten a carton of ice cream by yourself. [ ]&lt;br /&gt;4. Been to a therapist. [ ]&lt;br /&gt;5. Snuck out of the house. [ ]&lt;br /&gt;6. Dyed your hair. [ ]&lt;br /&gt;7. Received a ticket. [ ]&lt;br /&gt;8. Been in an accident. [ ]&lt;br /&gt;9. Wished someone to die. [x]&lt;br /&gt;10. Been to a bar. [ ]&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL: 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Been to a wild party. [ ]&lt;br /&gt;2. Been to a Mardi Gras parade. [ ]&lt;br /&gt;3. Drank more than four beers in a night. [ ]&lt;br /&gt;4. Had a spring break in Florida. [ ]&lt;br /&gt;5. Sniffed anything. [ ]&lt;br /&gt;6. Wore black nail polish. [x]&lt;br /&gt;7. Wore arm bands. [ ]&lt;br /&gt;8. Wore t-shirts with band names. [ ]&lt;br /&gt;9. Listened to rap. [x]&lt;br /&gt;10. Owned a 50 Cent CD. [ ]&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL: 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Dressed Gothic. [ ]&lt;br /&gt;2. Dressed prep.[ ]&lt;br /&gt;3. Dressed punk. [ ]&lt;br /&gt;4. Dressed grunge. [ ]&lt;br /&gt;5. Stole something. [ ]&lt;br /&gt;6. Been too drunk to remember anything. [ ]&lt;br /&gt;7. Blacked out. [ ]&lt;br /&gt;8. Fainted. [ ]&lt;br /&gt;9. Had a crush on a neighbor. [x]&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL: 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Snuck into someone else's room. [x]&lt;br /&gt;2. Had a crush on your friend. [x]&lt;br /&gt;3. Been to a concert. [ ]&lt;br /&gt;4. Dry-humped someone. [ ]&lt;br /&gt;5. Been called a slut. [ ]&lt;br /&gt;6. Called someone a slut. [x]&lt;br /&gt;7. Installed speakers in your car.[ ]&lt;br /&gt;8. Broken a mirror. [ ]&lt;br /&gt;9. Showered at someone of the opposites sex's house. [ ]&lt;br /&gt;10. Brushed your teeth with someone else's toothbrush. [ ]&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL: 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Consider/Considered Ludacris your favorite rapper. [ ]&lt;br /&gt;2. Seen an R-rated movie in theater. [ ]&lt;br /&gt;3. Cruised the mall. [x]&lt;br /&gt;4. Skipped school. [x]&lt;br /&gt;5. Had surgery. [ ]&lt;br /&gt;6. Had an injury. [x]&lt;br /&gt;7. Gone to court. [ ]&lt;br /&gt;8. Walked out of a restaurant without paying/tipping. [x]&lt;br /&gt;9. Caught something on fire. [x]&lt;br /&gt;10. Lied about your age. [x]&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL: 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Owned/rented an apartment.[ ]&lt;br /&gt;2. Broke the law in the police's presence. [ ]&lt;br /&gt;3. Made out with someone who had a gf/bf. [ ]&lt;br /&gt;4. Got in trouble with the police. [ ]&lt;br /&gt;5. Talked to a stranger. [x]&lt;br /&gt;6. Hugged a stranger. [ ]&lt;br /&gt;7. Kissed a stranger. [ ]&lt;br /&gt;8. Rode in the car with a stranger. [ ]&lt;br /&gt;9. Been harassed. [x]&lt;br /&gt;10. Been verbally harassed. [x]&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL: 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Met face-to-face with someone you met online. [ ]&lt;br /&gt;2. Stayed online for 5 hours straight. [x]&lt;br /&gt;3. Talked on the phone for more than 4 hours straight. [x]&lt;br /&gt;4. Watched TV for 5 hours straight. [x]&lt;br /&gt;5. Been to a fair. [x]&lt;br /&gt;6. Been called a bad influence. [ ]&lt;br /&gt;7. Drink and drive. [ ]&lt;br /&gt;8. Prank-called someone. [x]&lt;br /&gt;9. Laid on a couch with someone of the opposite sex. [ ]&lt;br /&gt;10. Cheated on a test. [x]&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL: 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL: 29 &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;IM AVERAGE&lt;/span&gt;! one mark away from being a bad kid 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-If You Have Less Then 10.. write [I'm a Goody Goody.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-If You Have More Than 10.. write [I'm still a goody goody.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-If You Have more Than 20..write [I'm average.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-If You Have More Than 30..write [I'm a bad kid.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-If You have more than 40..write [I'm a very bad influence.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-If You Have more than 50..write [I'm a horrible person.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8033971695592141915-6277267968649235734?l=m-elancolique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m-elancolique.blogspot.com/feeds/6277267968649235734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8033971695592141915&amp;postID=6277267968649235734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033971695592141915/posts/default/6277267968649235734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033971695592141915/posts/default/6277267968649235734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m-elancolique.blogspot.com/2007/10/blog-post.html' title='=)'/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17977508342105270922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_GLD3aePrlyI/RwYV7osR8UI/AAAAAAAAAH8/_h5lcNQDXso/s72-c/1434_shana_bunny_full2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8033971695592141915.post-1964627990259662865</id><published>2007-10-03T06:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T06:29:01.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LAG</title><content type='html'>I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" href="http://www.okcupid.com/personality?type=RGLD&amp;amp;g=0&amp;amp;o=1"&gt;The Window Shopper&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this test is funny as shit :D "the last man on earth" LOL.&lt;br /&gt;"The apocalypse has come. All are dead. You never should've asked her out."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, now to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;NODULES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8033971695592141915-1964627990259662865?l=m-elancolique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m-elancolique.blogspot.com/feeds/1964627990259662865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8033971695592141915&amp;postID=1964627990259662865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033971695592141915/posts/default/1964627990259662865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033971695592141915/posts/default/1964627990259662865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m-elancolique.blogspot.com/2007/10/lag.html' title='LAG'/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17977508342105270922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8033971695592141915.post-2742203025830049570</id><published>2007-10-03T05:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T05:57:40.874-07:00</updated><title type='text'>x_x</title><content type='html'>I shall be like jaslynn and say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Must tag me ar.. you ar..&lt;br /&gt;see people's blog then dont tag...&lt;/span&gt; &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg la i cant answer the stupid science qn that alvin gave me&lt;br /&gt;FAIL LIAO LA&lt;br /&gt;=.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, thank you jaslynn 8D (&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;loves!&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8033971695592141915-2742203025830049570?l=m-elancolique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m-elancolique.blogspot.com/feeds/2742203025830049570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8033971695592141915&amp;postID=2742203025830049570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033971695592141915/posts/default/2742203025830049570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033971695592141915/posts/default/2742203025830049570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m-elancolique.blogspot.com/2007/10/xx.html' title='x_x'/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17977508342105270922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8033971695592141915.post-6409054945866724295</id><published>2007-10-02T08:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T08:05:35.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry</title><content type='html'>f.&lt;br /&gt;updating far too often.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;cant wait for hols :(&lt;br /&gt;BLAH. f. f. f. f. f.&lt;br /&gt;i am so screwed for eoys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8033971695592141915-6409054945866724295?l=m-elancolique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m-elancolique.blogspot.com/feeds/6409054945866724295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8033971695592141915&amp;postID=6409054945866724295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033971695592141915/posts/default/6409054945866724295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033971695592141915/posts/default/6409054945866724295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m-elancolique.blogspot.com/2007/10/sorry.html' title='Sorry'/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17977508342105270922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8033971695592141915.post-6073692654399219528</id><published>2007-09-29T07:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T07:58:49.589-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LOL</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;table style="border: 1px solid black; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" border="0" width="375"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 12pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;clo lee --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[noun]:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A person who laughs at anything (even this entry)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr height="15"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/quiz_83.html"&gt;'How will you be defined in the dictionary?'&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;QuizGalaxy.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HA&lt;br /&gt;ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;blogging is my way of destressing.&lt;br /&gt;nothing much happened today, except that while coming back from church someone honked at our car 'cos my grandmother took a long a time to get in the car. Wtfooo lah. old people take longer time to do things also must honk honk honk. -.- Whats wrong with people nowsaday!!!&lt;br /&gt;(takes deep breaths)&lt;br /&gt;also i almost puked after eating my noodels. o my shit! something wrong with me. hopefully i will lose 100000 kg after all this bloody discomfort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;also, HAPPY BIRTHDAY (tomorrow) KOR. thank you for everything you have done for me like refrying the noodles cause i wanted egg with it and buying me stuff and whatever. have a very happy birthday. SORRY I DIDNT GET YOU ANYTHING. after exams OK! 8D&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the hokkien service is cool because everyone is so happy.&lt;br /&gt;happiness is INFECTIOUS!&lt;br /&gt;hallelujah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8033971695592141915-6073692654399219528?l=m-elancolique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m-elancolique.blogspot.com/feeds/6073692654399219528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8033971695592141915&amp;postID=6073692654399219528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033971695592141915/posts/default/6073692654399219528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033971695592141915/posts/default/6073692654399219528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m-elancolique.blogspot.com/2007/09/lol.html' title='LOL'/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17977508342105270922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8033971695592141915.post-2409528882963422750</id><published>2007-09-28T03:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T03:55:25.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;EOYS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;madness commences!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jiayou! everyone must try into same class ok. being in a class full of strangers is not nice at all x/ and i think 206 has its cliques and whatnot, but in the end we all sorta get along and work out as a class. (also what with teachers saying that we're proud and snobbish and all, and we'll never be the best, but thats their own personal opinion. and we dont have to be the best.) ha ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random:&lt;br /&gt;darren- i will mug &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;soon&lt;/span&gt;. thanks for &lt;s&gt;nagging&lt;/s&gt; encouragements, i really appreciate it. you remind me of my mom. HOHO. thank you again. jiayou for the competition or what, run your butt off ok xD&lt;br /&gt;wj- how did the presentation go?! haha. hope you are not too stressed lah. i think you will do fine, furthermore RGS is not a normal school at all so dont compete against others! (GOOD LUCK!) ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was fun! (after school, not the part during chinese and lit where i felt like puking my coffee out)&lt;br /&gt;i believe that jesus will heal me and i will not get sick (now is REALLY not the time.) okbb.&lt;br /&gt;tag replies:&lt;br /&gt;daniel- lol yeah, but now is not the time to be lazy =.= EOYS!&lt;br /&gt;quail- you! so unfeeling -.- not that i would expect any more of you. blah. dont get into triple science ok :(  or not next year cannot disturb you. and no raising of eyebrows.  D8&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8033971695592141915-2409528882963422750?l=m-elancolique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m-elancolique.blogspot.com/feeds/2409528882963422750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8033971695592141915&amp;postID=2409528882963422750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033971695592141915/posts/default/2409528882963422750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033971695592141915/posts/default/2409528882963422750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m-elancolique.blogspot.com/2007/09/eoys-madness-commences-jiayou-everyone.html' title=''/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17977508342105270922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8033971695592141915.post-2001317278228927831</id><published>2007-09-26T22:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T08:25:00.922-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="border: 1px solid rgb(17, 0, 0); width: 400px; background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" cellspacing="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="border: medium none ; padding: 7px; width: 85px; background-color: rgb(51, 17, 17);"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: arial,'sans serif'; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; font-size: 13px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;Greed:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="border: medium none ; padding: 7px; background: rgb(17, 0, 34) none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; width: 85px; font-family: arial,'sans serif'; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 13px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Very Low&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="border: medium none ; padding: 5px 5px 5px 0px; background-color: rgb(51, 17, 17); width: 200px; vertical-align: middle;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-style: solid solid solid none; border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0) rgb(0, 0, 0) rgb(0, 0, 0) -moz-use-text-color; border-width: 1px 1px 1px medium; padding: 0px; background: rgb(17, 0, 153) none repeat scroll 0% 50%; height: 14px; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px; width: 26px; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="border: medium none ; padding: 7px; width: 85px; background-color: rgb(51, 17, 17);"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: arial,'sans serif'; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; font-size: 13px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;Gluttony:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="border: medium none ; padding: 7px; background: rgb(34, 0, 17) none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; width: 85px; font-family: arial,'sans serif'; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 13px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Low&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="border: medium none ; padding: 5px 5px 5px 0px; background-color: rgb(51, 17, 17); width: 200px; vertical-align: middle;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-style: solid solid solid none; border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0) rgb(0, 0, 0) rgb(0, 0, 0) -moz-use-text-color; border-width: 1px 1px 1px medium; padding: 0px; background: rgb(51, 0, 119) none repeat scroll 0% 50%; height: 14px; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px; width: 50px; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="border: medium none ; padding: 7px; width: 85px; background-color: rgb(51, 17, 17);"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: arial,'sans serif'; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; font-size: 13px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;Wrath:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="border: medium none ; padding: 7px; background: rgb(68, 0, 17) none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; width: 85px; font-family: arial,'sans serif'; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 13px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;High&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="border: medium none ; padding: 5px 5px 5px 0px; background-color: rgb(51, 17, 17); width: 200px; vertical-align: middle;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-style: solid solid solid none; border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0) rgb(0, 0, 0) rgb(0, 0, 0) -moz-use-text-color; border-width: 1px 1px 1px medium; padding: 0px; background: rgb(119, 0, 34) none repeat scroll 0% 50%; height: 14px; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px; width: 124px; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="border: medium none ; padding: 7px; width: 85px; background-color: rgb(51, 17, 17);"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: arial,'sans serif'; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; font-size: 13px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;Sloth:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="border: medium none ; padding: 7px; background: rgb(85, 0, 17) none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; width: 85px; font-family: arial,'sans serif'; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 13px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Very High&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="border: medium none ; padding: 5px 5px 5px 0px; background-color: rgb(51, 17, 17); width: 200px; vertical-align: middle;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-style: solid solid solid none; border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0) rgb(0, 0, 0) rgb(0, 0, 0) -moz-use-text-color; border-width: 1px 1px 1px medium; padding: 0px; background: rgb(153, 0, 34) none repeat scroll 0% 50%; height: 14px; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px; width: 178px; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="border: medium none ; padding: 7px; width: 85px; background-color: rgb(51, 17, 17);"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: arial,'sans serif'; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; font-size: 13px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;Envy:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="border: medium none ; padding: 7px; background: rgb(34, 0, 17) none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; width: 85px; font-family: arial,'sans serif'; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 13px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Low&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="border: medium none ; padding: 5px 5px 5px 0px; background-color: rgb(51, 17, 17); width: 200px; vertical-align: middle;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-style: solid solid solid none; border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0) rgb(0, 0, 0) rgb(0, 0, 0) -moz-use-text-color; border-width: 1px 1px 1px medium; padding: 0px; background: rgb(51, 0, 119) none repeat scroll 0% 50%; height: 14px; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px; width: 34px; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="border: medium none ; padding: 7px; width: 85px; background-color: rgb(51, 17, 17);"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: arial,'sans serif'; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; font-size: 13px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;Lust:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="border: medium none ; padding: 7px; background: rgb(17, 0, 34) none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; width: 85px; font-family: arial,'sans serif'; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 13px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Very Low&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="border: medium none ; padding: 5px 5px 5px 0px; background-color: rgb(51, 17, 17); width: 200px; vertical-align: middle;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-style: solid solid solid none; border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0) rgb(0, 0, 0) rgb(0, 0, 0) -moz-use-text-color; border-width: 1px 1px 1px medium; padding: 0px; background: rgb(17, 0, 153) none repeat scroll 0% 50%; height: 14px; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px; width: 2px; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="border: medium none ; padding: 7px; width: 85px; background-color: rgb(51, 17, 17);"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: arial,'sans serif'; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; font-size: 13px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;Pride:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="border: medium none ; padding: 7px; background: rgb(68, 0, 17) none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; width: 85px; font-family: arial,'sans serif'; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 13px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;High&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="border: medium none ; padding: 5px 5px 5px 0px; background-color: rgb(51, 17, 17); width: 200px; vertical-align: middle;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-style: solid solid solid none; border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0) rgb(0, 0, 0) rgb(0, 0, 0) -moz-use-text-color; border-width: 1px 1px 1px medium; padding: 0px; background: rgb(119, 0, 34) none repeat scroll 0% 50%; height: 14px; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px; width: 128px; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take the &lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/seven_deadly_sins.html" target="_top"&gt;Seven Deadly Sins Quiz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is bad. =_=&lt;br /&gt;basically i am proud, revengeful and lazy (what a weird combination...)&lt;br /&gt;but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;空无一人这片沙滩&lt;br /&gt;风吹过来冷冷海岸&lt;br /&gt;我轻轻抖落鞋里的沙&lt;br /&gt;看着我的脚印&lt;br /&gt;oh一个人一步步&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;u&gt;好寂寞.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;看海有些绿天有些蓝&lt;br /&gt;那段爱情有些遗憾&lt;br /&gt;像不知不觉游向海天&lt;br /&gt;到最深的地方&lt;br /&gt;才发现你早已经&lt;br /&gt;放弃我&lt;br /&gt;我听着海浪温柔的呼吸&lt;br /&gt;我看着云朵飘来飘去&lt;br /&gt;有什么方法&lt;br /&gt;让自己真的忘记&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8033971695592141915-2001317278228927831?l=m-elancolique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m-elancolique.blogspot.com/feeds/2001317278228927831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8033971695592141915&amp;postID=2001317278228927831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033971695592141915/posts/default/2001317278228927831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033971695592141915/posts/default/2001317278228927831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m-elancolique.blogspot.com/2007/09/greed-very-low-gluttony-low-wrath-high.html' title=''/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17977508342105270922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8033971695592141915.post-2614760132554920426</id><published>2007-09-25T05:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T05:53:06.117-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i love jaslynn chan wei ting</title><content type='html'>I feel off today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't eaten anything except one can of milo, one bottle of ice lemon tea and three seaweed chickinsss. (for some people its normal but hey, im a big eater!) I know darren's gonna flip if he sees this ("You are not fat!!!") but i just feel Sick and Horrible :/ dinner will be Hot Milo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was mainly talking to jas, quail and "interaction" (lol). unhappy memories. =_= appearance isnt everything but when someone doesnt know you well, who cares if you've got amazing inner beauty?! also does not help if you are Unsociable and whatnot. (haiyo so emo.) i must be going nutzos since it was like donkey years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, jaslynn, I LOVE YOU TOO. haha. dont complain you &gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;study with keh lee is amazingly fun~ What are Lees for man! i always liked the surname 'lee' because it sounds so cool. Like Lee Jordan :D ok nvm. Ice lemon teas and bags of skin HO. *snickers sex ed cracks me up (mr lim: BEWARE!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a premonition for tomorrow.. HECTIC&lt;br /&gt;go my hawt sandwich!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jie: Be careful in vietnam!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8033971695592141915-2614760132554920426?l=m-elancolique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m-elancolique.blogspot.com/feeds/2614760132554920426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8033971695592141915&amp;postID=2614760132554920426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033971695592141915/posts/default/2614760132554920426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033971695592141915/posts/default/2614760132554920426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m-elancolique.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-love-jaslynn-chan-wei-ting.html' title='i love jaslynn chan wei ting'/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17977508342105270922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8033971695592141915.post-3627910719197575843</id><published>2007-09-22T01:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T01:23:19.345-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hoho:D</title><content type='html'>Thank you to everyone who wished me a happy birthday! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ho, my favorite part of my bday is on friday when i stayed back with kel and simon (and kream and nana, who left earlier) to talk rubbish x] the wind was blowing and everything, so niiiiiiiiiiice. and the sudden shouting was funny :D (i didnt even notice it at first)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you:&lt;br /&gt;kryn, for the ear studs! i am wearing them now~&lt;br /&gt;kel for the tofu xD&lt;br /&gt;simon for the beauuuuuuutiful drawing and very nice comic (will lend you :D)&lt;br /&gt;zhaozhi for the keychainS! I love both of them!&lt;br /&gt;kor for the stripey jacket which i have been hankering after!~&lt;br /&gt;ma and daddy for the cake and creative zen stone plus (woo hoo!!)&lt;br /&gt;ma ma for the hongbao $_$&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since september is the month of gratitude i am extra grateful ;D and also for many other things (like my noisy brother and dog).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;jie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! have a happy chloe's birthday in vietnam :D&lt;br /&gt; ok i gtg le, once again THANK YOU :o) (and also for reading this)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tag replies:&lt;br /&gt;kailin- thank you! mug hard too!&lt;br /&gt;daniel- hoho! thankya ;D&lt;br /&gt;zee zee- thank you (and for the present too!)&lt;br /&gt;wj (dear)- i will see it x] thanks baybay~&lt;br /&gt;darren- thank you v. much! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8033971695592141915-3627910719197575843?l=m-elancolique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m-elancolique.blogspot.com/feeds/3627910719197575843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8033971695592141915&amp;postID=3627910719197575843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033971695592141915/posts/default/3627910719197575843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033971695592141915/posts/default/3627910719197575843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m-elancolique.blogspot.com/2007/09/hohod.html' title='hoho:D'/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17977508342105270922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8033971695592141915.post-2417570022230813324</id><published>2007-09-18T04:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T04:24:49.635-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>stayed back with jaslynn today to do home ec. she keep saying she want to go home lah! grr. then after that daniel, louis and weiming came and she stopped complaining -.- apparently my company is not adequate, sigh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some things happened which made me :(, but on a good note- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;KONG KONG is out of hospital&lt;/span&gt;!!!! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, pupil interviews. there was this one part where mrs yeap asked about my health and i was like&lt;br /&gt;me: well................. (extremely long pause) im fat.&lt;br /&gt;mrs yeap: NO youre not! *laughs* look at me and you'll feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was seriously not my intention and i felt tons guilty afterwards ]:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i shall go now. zai jian 8D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8033971695592141915-2417570022230813324?l=m-elancolique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m-elancolique.blogspot.com/feeds/2417570022230813324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8033971695592141915&amp;postID=2417570022230813324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033971695592141915/posts/default/2417570022230813324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033971695592141915/posts/default/2417570022230813324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m-elancolique.blogspot.com/2007/09/stayed-back-with-jaslynn-today-to-do.html' title=''/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17977508342105270922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8033971695592141915.post-7680451010180544892</id><published>2007-09-09T04:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T04:46:54.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sorry i havent been updating anything because of my mundane life :/&lt;br /&gt;my grandfather got admitted into a hospital today&lt;br /&gt;hopefully he will get well, but its all in God's time.&lt;br /&gt;thank you everyone for tagging :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;GENEVIEVE ONG! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF IN VIETNAM OK!&lt;br /&gt;sorry i cannot find a pretty picture of you (actually i got no pictures of you except that one :x)&lt;br /&gt;but i think you are the prettiest girl on earth anyway! :D&lt;br /&gt;COME BACK SOON OK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                   &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GLD3aePrlyI/RuPaClN79mI/AAAAAAAAAHk/nPeyynCgsjY/s1600-h/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GLD3aePrlyI/RuPaClN79mI/AAAAAAAAAHk/nPeyynCgsjY/s320/013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108166140253435490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GLD3aePrlyI/RuPaDVN79nI/AAAAAAAAAHs/TFDZh1SkSsE/s1600-h/014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GLD3aePrlyI/RuPaDVN79nI/AAAAAAAAAHs/TFDZh1SkSsE/s320/014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108166153138337394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GLD3aePrlyI/RuPaDVN79oI/AAAAAAAAAH0/jCFgwAdcIWA/s1600-h/bubbles+and+romeo+%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GLD3aePrlyI/RuPaDVN79oI/AAAAAAAAAH0/jCFgwAdcIWA/s320/bubbles+and+romeo+%21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108166153138337410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;are all waiting for you at home&lt;br /&gt;much love and god bless ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥&lt;br /&gt;CH-LOw CHAN SEeeN SoOO &lt;:oD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8033971695592141915-7680451010180544892?l=m-elancolique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m-elancolique.blogspot.com/feeds/7680451010180544892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8033971695592141915&amp;postID=7680451010180544892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033971695592141915/posts/default/7680451010180544892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033971695592141915/posts/default/7680451010180544892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m-elancolique.blogspot.com/2007/09/sorry-i-havent-been-updating-anything.html' title=''/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17977508342105270922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GLD3aePrlyI/RuPaClN79mI/AAAAAAAAAHk/nPeyynCgsjY/s72-c/013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8033971695592141915.post-3533106706522883719</id><published>2007-08-24T02:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T02:45:29.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A secret peek into the life of Jedd-the-superstar! (with his secret favourite mickey mouse sunglasses)&lt;br /&gt;Jedd: should i put on my mickey mouse spectacles...? hmm.. what if i get caught by the paparazzi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GLD3aePrlyI/Rs6gmVN79iI/AAAAAAAAAHE/zh0ovK4GlWk/s1600-h/1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GLD3aePrlyI/Rs6gmVN79iI/AAAAAAAAAHE/zh0ovK4GlWk/s320/1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102192008248423970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jedd: well it guess it wont hurt.. *tentatively puts them on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GLD3aePrlyI/Rs6gm1N79jI/AAAAAAAAAHM/fNti5EKn-q4/s1600-h/2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GLD3aePrlyI/Rs6gm1N79jI/AAAAAAAAAHM/fNti5EKn-q4/s320/2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102192016838358578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jedd: *looks in mirror* boy do i look gooooood :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GLD3aePrlyI/Rs6gnFN79kI/AAAAAAAAAHU/zQ7bBWC7gHA/s1600-h/3.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GLD3aePrlyI/Rs6gnFN79kI/AAAAAAAAAHU/zQ7bBWC7gHA/s320/3.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102192021133325890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jedd: eh... wait. is that someone taking a picture of me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GLD3aePrlyI/Rs6gnVN79lI/AAAAAAAAAHc/HbsPSS2rF7A/s1600-h/4.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GLD3aePrlyI/Rs6gnVN79lI/AAAAAAAAAHc/HbsPSS2rF7A/s320/4.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102192025428293202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jedd: OMG IT IS *breaks out in a sweat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GLD3aePrlyI/Rs6fZlN79gI/AAAAAAAAAG0/oVA4gQKD5dw/s1600-h/5.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GLD3aePrlyI/Rs6fZlN79gI/AAAAAAAAAG0/oVA4gQKD5dw/s320/5.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102190689693464066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jedd: AHHH go away go away!!! *covers face&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GLD3aePrlyI/Rs6fZlN79fI/AAAAAAAAAGs/fthK2sCpgOo/s1600-h/6.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GLD3aePrlyI/Rs6fZlN79fI/AAAAAAAAAGs/fthK2sCpgOo/s320/6.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102190689693464050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jedd: *runs away&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GLD3aePrlyI/Rs6fZVN79eI/AAAAAAAAAGk/LhL7wlxADLg/s1600-h/7.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GLD3aePrlyI/Rs6fZVN79eI/AAAAAAAAAGk/LhL7wlxADLg/s320/7.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102190685398496738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok end of that stupid thing. btw this was the present jie gave to me, a box of cute plasters :D she knows i like useless cute things so she bought me something cute and not-so-useless?? haha. thank you jie♥&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GLD3aePrlyI/Rs6fZFN79dI/AAAAAAAAAGc/JR3CRiSUHbI/s1600-h/8.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GLD3aePrlyI/Rs6fZFN79dI/AAAAAAAAAGc/JR3CRiSUHbI/s320/8.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102190681103529426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And this is her looking pissed (DONT KILL ME)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GLD3aePrlyI/Rs6eyVN79cI/AAAAAAAAAGU/jFS1-sb4sYY/s1600-h/9.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GLD3aePrlyI/Rs6eyVN79cI/AAAAAAAAAGU/jFS1-sb4sYY/s320/9.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102190015383598530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;----------------------&lt;br /&gt;Meme, meme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Who would you want to be tied to for 24 hours?&lt;br /&gt;Nobody. I dislike close proximity with people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Who do you blame for your mood today?&lt;br /&gt;Myself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Ever seen a dead body?&lt;br /&gt;I guess so..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What should we do w/ stupid people?&lt;br /&gt;Uh. no one is stupid. just teach them stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. How long do you think you will live?&lt;br /&gt;As long as i need to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What was the first thing you did this morning?&lt;br /&gt;Grabbed my clothes as I woke up late :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What's the carpet look like in your room?&lt;br /&gt;No carpet ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. How many times did you fail your driver's test?&lt;br /&gt;Too young to take it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Last person you went out to dinner with?&lt;br /&gt;With my family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Are you spoiled?&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to think no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Do you drink lots of water?&lt;br /&gt;Nah. not enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What toothpaste do you use?&lt;br /&gt;colgate, darlie, a bit of everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. How do you vent your anger?&lt;br /&gt;Listening to really heavy music. it calms me down ;/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. The last compliment you received?&lt;br /&gt;from _ saying that i folded my skirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Do you look more like your mother or father?&lt;br /&gt;A bit of both :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. When was the last time you threw up?&lt;br /&gt;..long long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Is/are your best friend(s) a good friend?&lt;br /&gt;Yes! :o) better than ill ever be, at any rate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What theme does your room have?&lt;br /&gt;Ugh, no theme. its like a dumpster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Are you a momma's child or a daddy's girl?&lt;br /&gt;neither! Yucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Would you ever join the military?&lt;br /&gt;NO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. The last website you visited?&lt;br /&gt;crunchyroll to watch animeeeee :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Who was the last person you took a picture with?&lt;br /&gt;kel krn and simon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. What was the last show you've been to?&lt;br /&gt;rush hour 3!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Last person you went to the movies with?&lt;br /&gt;kks ;x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. The last person you stared at?&lt;br /&gt;uh. some people who were marching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Number of layers on your bed?&lt;br /&gt;er.. 2? the bedsheet and the blanket??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Is anything alive in your room?&lt;br /&gt;hahhahahha ants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Today, would you rather go back a week or go forward a week?&lt;br /&gt;FORWARD &gt;:I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. What is your current goal to achieve?&lt;br /&gt;PASS THE TESTS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. How is your hair?&lt;br /&gt;Black, relatively straight although it goes out of hand most of the time &gt;/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. What is your current worry?&lt;br /&gt;Homework, zzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Do you have plans for spring break?&lt;br /&gt;Er is it over?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------PAST 24 HOURS HAVE YOU------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cried&lt;/span&gt;: no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Worn jeans&lt;/span&gt;: Yes. no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Met someone&lt;/span&gt;: yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Done laundry&lt;/span&gt;: no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Talked on the phone&lt;/span&gt;: yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kissed someone&lt;/span&gt;: no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Said I love you&lt;/span&gt;: no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------D0 Y0U BELiEVE iN-------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yourself&lt;/span&gt;: i think, no. my judgement is usually wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Your friends&lt;/span&gt;: most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tooth Fairy&lt;/span&gt;: nah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------FRiENDS AND LiFE---------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hi my name is&lt;/span&gt;: Chloeeeeeee:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When you cried the most who was there?&lt;/span&gt;: no one, crying is embarassing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What's the best feeling in the world?&lt;/span&gt;: being contented and at peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Worst Feeling&lt;/span&gt;: Loneliness... seriously :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------WHiCH iS BETTER----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chocolate or Vanilla&lt;/span&gt;: Chocolate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Coke or Pepsi&lt;/span&gt;: coke !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Love or Lust&lt;/span&gt;: love (like durrH)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sprite or 7UP&lt;/span&gt;: dont like both&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Scruff or Clean&lt;/span&gt;: clean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Blondes or Brunettes&lt;/span&gt;: brunettes ftw!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tall or Short&lt;/span&gt;: a bit taller than average&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Movie or dinner&lt;/span&gt;: dinner (foooooooood)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Night or Day&lt;/span&gt;: night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------WiTH THE 0PP0SiTE SEX------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What do you notice first &lt;/span&gt;: Face, i guess. I like faces with character (doesnt have to be good looking)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What personality trait draws you to them&lt;/span&gt;: Kindness, honesty, understanding-ness, humor etc etc. stuff that are too good to be true :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------THE LAST TiME Y0U...-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Showered&lt;/span&gt;: Yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cried&lt;/span&gt;: errr..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----WH0------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who makes you laugh?&lt;/span&gt;: Lotsa people! karyn is super funny. and zhaozhi makes me laugh, in an exasperated kind of way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Has a crush on you?&lt;/span&gt;: No one, im not the likeable sort&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------WH0 WAS THE LAST PERS0N...---------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You talked to on the phone?&lt;/span&gt;: Ruuuuuuth ;o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You messaged&lt;/span&gt;: dont have a phone BLaaah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You kissed&lt;/span&gt;: nobody&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;im done! looool.&lt;br /&gt;(i think i scored &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;not on this&lt;/span&gt; WOO HOO!)&lt;br /&gt;and maybe next time i should really fold my skirt, give her something to scold :D&lt;br /&gt;today was a pretty uneventful day. and our literature presentation was kind of super boring (someone yawned &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;REALLLY LOUD&lt;/span&gt; :x) so, blah. so much for finding all the evidences and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;chloe good luck! Jia you! ganbatte!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tag replies:&lt;br /&gt;mau- happy birthday! &lt;:oD&lt;br /&gt;darren- oh plzzzz you are so free.&lt;br /&gt;karyn- hah. dont know leh. im not naturally talented, thats for sure :/&lt;br /&gt;zz-... ZILIAN KUANG &gt;/&lt;br /&gt;jie- really 5 seconds ok! you better stay (and bake cookies too)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another note..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Please tag me if you do read my blog! I will draw you internet cookies :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8033971695592141915-3533106706522883719?l=m-elancolique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m-elancolique.blogspot.com/feeds/3533106706522883719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8033971695592141915&amp;postID=3533106706522883719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033971695592141915/posts/default/3533106706522883719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033971695592141915/posts/default/3533106706522883719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m-elancolique.blogspot.com/2007/08/secret-peek-into-life-of-jedd-superstar.html' title=''/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17977508342105270922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GLD3aePrlyI/Rs6gmVN79iI/AAAAAAAAAHE/zh0ovK4GlWk/s72-c/1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8033971695592141915.post-8169410671142156167</id><published>2007-08-21T02:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T03:05:31.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oh no</title><content type='html'>This sounds pathetic, but its really hard to feel left out and pretend that you're not affected by it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;:/ art has been, how should i put it, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;awesomely boring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. i try to get some inspiration from whatevers but to no avail :[&lt;br /&gt;also i Hate people copying me. Hate. It. i still remember a grudge in primary school. (I HATE COPYCATS! grr.)&lt;br /&gt;I think im going to flunk chem. i totally forgot everything when i looked at the paper, shit it! gah.&lt;br /&gt;and my good mood who was brought about by some event yesterday was brought down by something today! WHY! WHY! WHY! maybe it was not on purpose but give me some hope can. so unfeeling *shifty eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;perhaps im wrong.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive got photos to upload but they're on my brother's phone (because i dont have one). who wants to get me a phone yo! ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;replied:&lt;br /&gt;darren- idiot. never do the quiz &lt;&gt;__&lt;&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;jasyeo- HAHA! yea man.&lt;br /&gt;jamie- we are not bonded to that extent. haw haw *horse laugh&lt;br /&gt;kel- awkward nooo. :D&lt;br /&gt;yanlin- Hello yanny!&lt;br /&gt;quail- yah you evilshit. 8V&lt;br /&gt;jie- you came for like 5 seconds only &gt;( come on saturday to make up for it :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see you(hopefully with pictures next time! :] )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8033971695592141915-8169410671142156167?l=m-elancolique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m-elancolique.blogspot.com/feeds/8169410671142156167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8033971695592141915&amp;postID=8169410671142156167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033971695592141915/posts/default/8169410671142156167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033971695592141915/posts/default/8169410671142156167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m-elancolique.blogspot.com/2007/08/oh-no.html' title='oh no'/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17977508342105270922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8033971695592141915.post-2071029203793029989</id><published>2007-08-17T08:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T11:48:30.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>gayshit</title><content type='html'>1. (the person who tagged you is) - zhaozhi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. (your relationship with him/her is) – lame-but-nice senior&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. (5 impressions you have of him/her) – Jay chou fanatic, very hardworking, sporty, lame, lame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. (the most memorable thing he/she has done for you) – Hm, i think the guardian game thing&lt;br /&gt;at lib camp :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. (the most memorable words he/she has said to you) – "You are so lazy!" or "You complain a&lt;br /&gt;lot!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. (if he/she becomes your lover, you will) – probably have to turn gay first, which is never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. (if he/she becomes your lover, things he/she has to improve on will be) – changing her gender??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. (if he/she becomes your enemy, you will) – scoff at her lameness &gt;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. (if he/she becomes your enemy, the reason will be) – because she talks too much about Jay Chou ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. (the most desirable thing you want to do for him/her now is) - By completing this thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. (your overall impression of him/her is) - Weird and nice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. (how you think people around you will feel about you) – Lame.. boring..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. (the characteristic you love about yourself is) – Being indifferent to most things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. (on the contrary, the characteristic you hate about yourself is) – Being antisocial ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. (the most ideal person you want to be is) – JESUS! strive to be like Him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. (for people that care and like you, say something to them) – thank you ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. (pass this quiz to 10 people that you wish to know how they feel about you) -&lt;br /&gt;1) Wanjing&lt;br /&gt;2) Karyn&lt;br /&gt;3) Kel&lt;br /&gt;4) Simin&lt;br /&gt;5) Quila&lt;br /&gt;6) Darren&lt;br /&gt;7) Zhaozhi&lt;br /&gt;8) Jamie&lt;br /&gt;9) Nasuha&lt;br /&gt;10) Wenqi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(who is no.6 having relationship with?) – ...(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Is no.9 a male or female?) - Female&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(If no.7 and 10 are together, will it be a good thing?) – Um, if they bend that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(What is no.2 studying about?) – Everything I’m studying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Whenwas the last time you had a chat with no.3?) – everyday talking about lame stuff :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(What kind of music band does no.8 like?) - Eh i dont know :l&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Does no.1 has any siblings?) – 2 sisters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Will you woo no.3?) – yez  if she will give up _ for me :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(How about no.7?) – Hahaha too busy thinking about * and jay chou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Is no.4 single?) – yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(What's the surname of no.5?) - Kwek kwek&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(What's the name of no.10?) - Wenqi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(What's the hobby of no.4?) – fangirling over jrockers with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Do no.5 and 9 get along well?)- PARTNERS IN CRIME! &gt;:0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Where is no.2 studying at?) - Xinmin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Say something casual about no.1) – Pretty and smart~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Have you tried developing feelings for no.8?) - Nah shes attached XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Where does no.9 live?) – in singapore :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(What color does no.4 like?) – actually i have no idea. red? (since its the color of blood)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Are no.5 and 1 best friends?) – they dont know each other&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Does no.7 likes no.2?) – they dont really know each other&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(How did you get to know no.2?) - classmates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Does no.1 have any pets?) – .... no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Is no.7 the sexiest person in the world?) – Yeah man! go for it with *!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JIE CAME TODAY! :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and she brought a present for me ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dont go too fast and dont be gone too long ok!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going church with zz and kailin on sunday.&lt;br /&gt;nothing eventful happened today.&lt;br /&gt;excluding the fact that i got yelled at by cailaoshi in the morning which she conveniently did not mention in class :/&lt;br /&gt;i was almost going to cry lah! grr. but i was unwilling to give her the satisfaction of knowing how much she affected me.&lt;br /&gt;yeah i know i am proud -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tag replies:&lt;br /&gt;darren- you never know ok...&lt;br /&gt;clarice- something wrong with my layout, i cant add anymore links ): but i tagged you!&lt;br /&gt;quail- i sort of agree. just that i like kanda's 'dont piss me off bitch!' attitude ;p&lt;br /&gt;zz- TOO LATE ive done it already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8033971695592141915-2071029203793029989?l=m-elancolique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m-elancolique.blogspot.com/feeds/2071029203793029989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8033971695592141915&amp;postID=2071029203793029989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033971695592141915/posts/default/2071029203793029989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033971695592141915/posts/default/2071029203793029989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m-elancolique.blogspot.com/2007/08/gayshit.html' title='gayshit'/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17977508342105270922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8033971695592141915.post-8996287014722630961</id><published>2007-08-16T07:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T07:58:19.201-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GLD3aePrlyI/RsRgOlN79bI/AAAAAAAAAGM/jaahNQxHBDM/s1600-h/blossomglare.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GLD3aePrlyI/RsRgOlN79bI/AAAAAAAAAGM/jaahNQxHBDM/s320/blossomglare.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099306481715246514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today was bearable (even though I got scolded by cailaoshi and had to stand for almost an hour and i have to find her tmr morning)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like a slacker, posting when i should probably be studying early for the eoys or something (who the freak does that anyway)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nasuha is a pervert ! haha. i had fun talking to her today while the rest were prancing around the "haunted" staircase with celery-looking fans :D (&amp; quail, i know its a personal grudge! if i liked lavi more would you say that he sucks -.-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;d.gray-man!! why are you so long? ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;replies:&lt;br /&gt;jamie: Ya it sucks because i did not design it -.-&lt;br /&gt;darren: i coded it already! but because its too small so im gna change the header.&lt;br /&gt;zz: bandung does not suck! grr.and the bread was .. normal. HAhaha. (ya we are so unbonded man!)&lt;br /&gt;also to sb:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You think you very handsome is it ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Psh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye-bye, then *pompous british accent&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8033971695592141915-8996287014722630961?l=m-elancolique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m-elancolique.blogspot.com/feeds/8996287014722630961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8033971695592141915&amp;postID=8996287014722630961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033971695592141915/posts/default/8996287014722630961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033971695592141915/posts/default/8996287014722630961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m-elancolique.blogspot.com/2007/08/today-was-bearable-even-though-i-got.html' title=''/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17977508342105270922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_GLD3aePrlyI/RsRgOlN79bI/AAAAAAAAAGM/jaahNQxHBDM/s72-c/blossomglare.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8033971695592141915.post-1439810515989330002</id><published>2007-08-15T09:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T09:29:15.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hmf.</title><content type='html'>Note to self.&lt;br /&gt;1) Jealousy is a SIN! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;do not&lt;/span&gt; be jealous. be contented with what you have.&lt;br /&gt;2) Do not judge people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprise, rude and defiant junior can actually be quite polite and maybe a bit nice. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*grudgingly)&lt;/span&gt; Maybe I was too quick to judge her (i usually am). Also now that I know her name I should not call her Rude &amp; Defiant junior, but of course I won't mention her real name here ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School has been okay, I guess. Got told off (not exactly scolded) by mrs chow for talking in class in an "extremely indirect" way. like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;whatever&lt;/span&gt;. im through with science... who wants to learn about balancing valencies and whatshit? if you ask me, i'd rather learn life skills e.g. how to escape from a burning building. or something like that lah. my brain is not functioning very well after doing chinese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had fun during cca today, playing some lame game with jamie :D and zhaozhi waited with me after school again, hooray! haha. we didnt get to see "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;shuai ge&lt;/span&gt;" but thats okay. Next time perhaps ?? haha. also zz and jamie insulted my pig/bear drawing like crazy. ey not i design one ok -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;should i go for cip tomorrow? to see my &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;favorite teacher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; LOlz&lt;br /&gt;I didnt fail math. (thank you jesus !)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i guess i am happy, despite everything that has happened :o) and i may be getting a new layout if i have time to customize it and everything! yippee. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Repliezzz.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jasyeo: senior! thank you :D its weird how we notice girls ey? hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;darren: I know it doesnt now, partially thanks to you ! 谢谢你朋友! best luck with _ okay &gt;]&lt;br /&gt;jamie: LOL! we have similar interests. no wonder we are "bonded" ;p&lt;br /&gt;zz: :D&lt;br /&gt;quail: eh, but it healed so its fine. and i like that road-sama!&lt;br /&gt;kor: WHERE (on his ear ♥)&lt;br /&gt;karyn: I will(:&lt;br /&gt;leena!: i wont judge you no matter what okay. i love you angel x{D&lt;br /&gt;sarah: er you didnt scare me but you are always lame. (papaya^ ^)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh no its 1230 !!!!11&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8033971695592141915-1439810515989330002?l=m-elancolique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m-elancolique.blogspot.com/feeds/1439810515989330002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8033971695592141915&amp;postID=1439810515989330002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033971695592141915/posts/default/1439810515989330002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033971695592141915/posts/default/1439810515989330002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m-elancolique.blogspot.com/2007/08/hmf.html' title='hmf.'/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17977508342105270922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8033971695592141915.post-8062183452139309199</id><published>2007-08-12T04:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T05:14:12.888-07:00</updated><title type='text'>emo maniacs (run!)</title><content type='html'>Hm.&lt;br /&gt;today was nothing.&lt;br /&gt;as in not good, not bad. some things were good *cough&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;_ _ _ _ _ _ _&lt;/span&gt;cough* but teenage angst just ruined everything.&lt;br /&gt;Gah. i hate every stereotype that has to do with teenagers! (angst, rebelliousness, superficiality etc) but sadly most of them are true.&lt;br /&gt;hm. there are many pretty girls in my church who are above 14 . just a thought.&lt;br /&gt;why do i notice girls and not guys, you ask? its because i am ghey. ok i am not. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-_- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zzz. being 14 sucks. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*woe woe woe woe emo emo emo emo&lt;/span&gt; . (this will probably pass when i hit 20.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;musicians are the best.&lt;br /&gt;just a thought, too &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;:llllllll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tag replies .. (because my life SUCKS! and i have nothing and nothing to blog)&lt;br /&gt;leena: yeah well, what you're seeing is just a picture. i have to put up with the wailing screaming kicking real thing. (not that he isnt cute.)&lt;br /&gt;kel: ..&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pink thing&lt;/span&gt;......... sorry ... i have no idea what to say&lt;br /&gt;quail: whatthefooooo lah! it is cool ok.&lt;br /&gt;karyn: he is, isnt he?:) too bad hes not that awesome a singer, but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;zz: 1. i am not girly. ther were all tall so i had to elevate myself ...&lt;br /&gt;     2. shy is just a nicer way of saying antisocial :/&lt;br /&gt;     3. i am a kpo all along :D&lt;br /&gt;     4. most people are more handsome than * (not saying that he isnt wonderful, caring, and everything else)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;literature... sucks... art (referring to the subject and not art in general) ... sucks..&lt;br /&gt;school sucks the most.&lt;br /&gt;hooray i am in the MOST UN-stressful school in the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WORLD&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i still haven't found the piano scores i want &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;damnit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;goodbye&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8033971695592141915-8062183452139309199?l=m-elancolique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m-elancolique.blogspot.com/feeds/8062183452139309199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8033971695592141915&amp;postID=8062183452139309199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033971695592141915/posts/default/8062183452139309199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033971695592141915/posts/default/8062183452139309199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m-elancolique.blogspot.com/2007/08/emo-maniacs-run.html' title='emo maniacs (run!)'/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17977508342105270922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8033971695592141915.post-4552932058189044470</id><published>2007-08-10T18:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T20:09:28.959-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bah.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GLD3aePrlyI/Rr0W9fi4WHI/AAAAAAAAAFc/x7Tbe7HYsto/s1600-h/psh.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GLD3aePrlyI/Rr0W9fi4WHI/AAAAAAAAAFc/x7Tbe7HYsto/s320/psh.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097255598948898930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I went to the class gathering, after all :/&lt;br /&gt;actually it was more like a date with wanjing. I didnt get to talk to dontlikejoking or anyone else. it was weird talking to the girls too because they are like either from rgs or nanyang ?? and i am from xms which probably none of them knows about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First they say meet at bishan. naturally i assumed that bishan-&gt;j8. then when everyone gathered , they all started walking towards the opposite direction. i was like "&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" THEN i found out they were going to bishan park to play captain's ball (one of my most hated games ever). also i was wearing heels and it hurt like shit to walk so far. and my milo was running out.&lt;br /&gt;no offense to the person who planned this but it was horribly planned. (ok forget the no offense part)&lt;br /&gt;only good points were:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1. I met with wanjing.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I bought an iloveegg &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;for kor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;3. I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bought zatch bell 11. (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WOO HOO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;which is quite little compared to my feet which were hurting like madness. I sound like a b&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;itch&lt;/span&gt; but you have no idea how pain it was. (especially guys will have even more no idea)&lt;br /&gt;and when me and wj were eating at delifrance we asked darren to come . but he didnt ! grr. &gt;:c&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually i was supposed to go out with grandma but canceled it to go to the gathering which was frankly a waste of my time. kenasai. not saying that the people are horrible or anything , just that i should have known better to stick my arse in where i dont belong. seriously, im happy for those who had a good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*people who dont read anime/manga can stop reading here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chuangyi is really PISSING ME OFF. dont tell me they dont have any time to translate 2 freaking volumes of xxxHOLiC ?! The only thing they have done right recently is to publish zatch bell 11 which, frankly, is not an amazing feat considering the fact that &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;29 volumes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; are out already.&lt;br /&gt;stupid singaporean publishing company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, zatch bell 11 is really nice :D the stories are hilarious and there are 15 extra pages ! [; at first i thought it was a stupid kiddy show, but it really is very funny and adorable. (CY better publish the other volumes soon.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; i want to watch:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GLD3aePrlyI/Rr0dFvi4WII/AAAAAAAAAFk/5-vYUnLPHVc/s1600-h/bravestory.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GLD3aePrlyI/Rr0dFvi4WII/AAAAAAAAAFk/5-vYUnLPHVc/s320/bravestory.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097262337752586370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Brave Story done by Gonzo. eiji wentz is part of the voice actor cast ! :D you probably dont know who he is but look how &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;preeeety&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GLD3aePrlyI/Rr0ec_i4WJI/AAAAAAAAAFs/I-tVkEpeBGM/s1600-h/eiji+wentz.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GLD3aePrlyI/Rr0ec_i4WJI/AAAAAAAAAFs/I-tVkEpeBGM/s320/eiji+wentz.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097263836696172690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;half-german and half-japanese&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meanwhile i have been watching these anime which probably no one else watches -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GLD3aePrlyI/Rr0gDPi4WKI/AAAAAAAAAF0/3ulY4GJ313k/s1600-h/szs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GLD3aePrlyI/Rr0gDPi4WKI/AAAAAAAAAF0/3ulY4GJ313k/s320/szs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097265593337796770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sayonara Zetsubou Sensei&lt;/span&gt; ("Goodbye Teacher Despair"), about an extremely pessimistic teacher who keeps trying to kill himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GLD3aePrlyI/Rr0hNPi4WLI/AAAAAAAAAF8/jXcsUH9uqNw/s1600-h/dgrayman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GLD3aePrlyI/Rr0hNPi4WLI/AAAAAAAAAF8/jXcsUH9uqNw/s320/dgrayman.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097266864648116402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;D.gray-man&lt;/span&gt;, about exorcists trying to stop The Millennium Earl (like anyone knows what im saying). Its currently showing on Arts Central :D (kanda *g*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GLD3aePrlyI/Rr0k4Pi4WMI/AAAAAAAAAGE/JJfeAJ9EPvY/s1600-h/Mononokepro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GLD3aePrlyI/Rr0k4Pi4WMI/AAAAAAAAAGE/JJfeAJ9EPvY/s320/Mononokepro.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097270901917374658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mononoke&lt;/span&gt;, about a mysterious medicine seller who slays "mononoke" (spirits).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; i want to watch more but i have no time.. hopefully i can finish d.gray-man (45 episodes x_x)&lt;br /&gt;goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tag replies:&lt;br /&gt;Leena: leenabanana x{D yeah , i love his hair!&lt;br /&gt;kelly: I am so normal plzzz. and you are pretty, admit it already ;p&lt;br /&gt;jasyeo: really ?! maybe i am always like that ?? haha.&lt;br /&gt;Karyn: nah, I saw a picture of him without the noseband before- his nose is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fine&lt;/span&gt;eee !&lt;br /&gt;quail: .. clearly you are not impressed by his pretty hair !&lt;br /&gt;mq: nah im not ! &amp;amp; you're lucky, im not close to most of my pri sch friends anymore ]:&lt;br /&gt;zz: ... ---____---&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8033971695592141915-4552932058189044470?l=m-elancolique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m-elancolique.blogspot.com/feeds/4552932058189044470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8033971695592141915&amp;postID=4552932058189044470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033971695592141915/posts/default/4552932058189044470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033971695592141915/posts/default/4552932058189044470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m-elancolique.blogspot.com/2007/08/bah.html' title='bah.'/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17977508342105270922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GLD3aePrlyI/Rr0W9fi4WHI/AAAAAAAAAFc/x7Tbe7HYsto/s72-c/psh.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8033971695592141915.post-9137428143190225222</id><published>2007-08-09T05:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T07:17:17.799-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oh ha ha ha ,</title><content type='html'>Today i went out with kel , kream and sai-mone to watch &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rush hour three&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;I liked it &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;v. mucH&lt;/span&gt;! I think many people think its overrated , but my expectations are sort of low ? haha. and the kenji guy is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;hot&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;:oD&lt;br /&gt;we took neoprints but because i have no scanner and also i look fat and ugly in them , i shall not post them . but after much thought i dont really mind being ugly lah. because of what senior pastor said !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;ps khong : if you think you cant get married because you are ugly, you are WRONG ! Look around ! there are uglier people who are married !&lt;br /&gt;church : LOLz&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;ps khong : it is the beauty of the soul that matter&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;s most (something along those lines) .&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have more and more nothing to blog. and i realize that more people read about my blog than i know.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; about the prev post , usually its really in secondary school that people meet their closest friends. but i still want to be close to rosyth people (&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;wanjing&lt;/span&gt; :/)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and KEH~LEE IS A CHIOBU AND KARYN IS GIRLY AND SIMON LOOKS LIKE A DOLL&lt;br /&gt;i am the normal one, always need to keep them in hand &gt;:/ (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;joking&lt;/span&gt; !)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and because i have more and more nothing to post, i shall put pictures of reita (who looks better and better every time i see him partially because he covers most of his face) .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GLD3aePrlyI/RrsNUfi4WEI/AAAAAAAAAFE/5tcz0exa5FA/s1600-h/gaze-reita.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GLD3aePrlyI/RrsNUfi4WEI/AAAAAAAAAFE/5tcz0exa5FA/s320/gaze-reita.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096682049016191042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ooooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GLD3aePrlyI/RrsNv_i4WFI/AAAAAAAAAFM/G1xmTRpKBaA/s1600-h/gaze-reitahot%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GLD3aePrlyI/RrsNv_i4WFI/AAAAAAAAAFM/G1xmTRpKBaA/s320/gaze-reitahot%21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096682521462593618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when people tell me i have weird taste, i just go "whatever" in this super bimbotic way :3&lt;br /&gt;&amp; my recent &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;unhealthy&lt;/span&gt; obsession&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GLD3aePrlyI/RrsOUPi4WGI/AAAAAAAAAFU/253BfJlq654/s1600-h/sugizo3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GLD3aePrlyI/RrsOUPi4WGI/AAAAAAAAAFU/253BfJlq654/s320/sugizo3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096683144232851554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;SUGIZO on violin*(&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;thanks kel&lt;/span&gt;) !  ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥&lt;br /&gt;(hes 38 this year but still looks as young as ever)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to people:&lt;br /&gt;Leena - I &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt; you :{D  &lt;-your face !&lt;br /&gt;darren- Dont be sad ! people make mistakes some time or other. You are a good boy! I AM PROUD OF YOU! (i sound like a mom) seriously. cheerup ok? we're meeting tomorrow !&lt;br /&gt;zz- err.. i will put it on sometime next year ??&lt;br /&gt;karyn- i miss recess for so long but i am still fat lah. &amp;amp; i dont need help on finding a suitable someone , thanks ... :s&lt;br /&gt;quail- you are never. enthu. -.-&lt;br /&gt;wj- we will go and talk to each other ! 我好想你.&lt;br /&gt;clasirra- so long nv talk to you. i hope you are happy(: thanks for tagging.&lt;br /&gt;jasyeo- hello senior , you bought tea leaf egg from me last time :D&lt;br /&gt;bill- thank you Lots brother ! god bless x]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8033971695592141915-9137428143190225222?l=m-elancolique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m-elancolique.blogspot.com/feeds/9137428143190225222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8033971695592141915&amp;postID=9137428143190225222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033971695592141915/posts/default/9137428143190225222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033971695592141915/posts/default/9137428143190225222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m-elancolique.blogspot.com/2007/08/oh-ha-ha-ha.html' title='oh ha ha ha ,'/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17977508342105270922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GLD3aePrlyI/RrsNUfi4WEI/AAAAAAAAAFE/5tcz0exa5FA/s72-c/gaze-reita.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8033971695592141915.post-8312801146838480809</id><published>2007-08-07T23:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T05:23:18.069-07:00</updated><title type='text'>nothing to say.</title><content type='html'>National day celebrations today.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone was exceptionally enthusiastic ?? Except me, i guess. until jaslynn came and forced me to do the hand-waving thing . -.-&lt;br /&gt;and the shanghai fuxing people are super cute [:&lt;br /&gt;zhaozhi, treasure your opportunities !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* deleted *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am gorging on potato chips (WITH MILD SALT)&lt;br /&gt;urgh. i feel fat and ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will probably delete this post sometime.&lt;br /&gt;zzzzzzzzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Anti Climactic Fortune&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/anticlimacticfortunetellerquiz/fortune.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep into your future, I forsee: Conditional love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/anticlimacticfortunetellerquiz/"&gt;The Anti Climactic Fortune Teller&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8033971695592141915-8312801146838480809?l=m-elancolique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m-elancolique.blogspot.com/feeds/8312801146838480809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8033971695592141915&amp;postID=8312801146838480809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033971695592141915/posts/default/8312801146838480809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033971695592141915/posts/default/8312801146838480809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m-elancolique.blogspot.com/2007/08/nothing-to-say.html' title='nothing to say.'/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17977508342105270922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
