<?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-4213781930056832050</id><updated>2012-01-04T14:43:42.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'>M FOR MELISSA</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m-for-melissa.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4213781930056832050/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m-for-melissa.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Melgraphy™</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxIpKVnsEYw/SLKjB8GLUMI/AAAAAAAAAKY/CM1XnnMNilY/S220/Heart.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4213781930056832050.post-2208157482176256119</id><published>2011-06-02T12:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T12:27:40.774+08:00</updated><title type='text'>English proj week 5.</title><content type='html'>Hi Mr Nate (:&lt;br /&gt;This is my post for week 5.&lt;br /&gt;School is getting better. For once, when I thought everything was crashing down on me, the sun shone and created a rainbow for me.&lt;br /&gt;This is just the beginning of life. (:&lt;br /&gt;I am happy with what I have now.&lt;br /&gt;I love the people who are around me. They have very nice and they have been there for me when times were hard. I really appreciate them &amp;amp; I hope they will never leave.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you all (':&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4213781930056832050-2208157482176256119?l=m-for-melissa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m-for-melissa.blogspot.com/feeds/2208157482176256119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4213781930056832050&amp;postID=2208157482176256119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4213781930056832050/posts/default/2208157482176256119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4213781930056832050/posts/default/2208157482176256119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m-for-melissa.blogspot.com/2011/06/english-proj-week-5.html' title='English proj week 5.'/><author><name>Melgraphy™</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxIpKVnsEYw/SLKjB8GLUMI/AAAAAAAAAKY/CM1XnnMNilY/S220/Heart.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4213781930056832050.post-8739167857031606536</id><published>2011-05-28T09:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-28T09:56:34.287+08:00</updated><title type='text'>English proj week 4.</title><content type='html'>Hi Mr Nate. &lt;div&gt;This is my post for the 4th week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know if you're even reading this, somehow I don't think you are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay. I've been crying a lot for the past couple of days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Might be quitting school. I don't know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mind's in a mess. I hope I'd continue working hard. I'll continue clenching my fists and grinding my teeth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;School is a mess. Somehow I think Chef Lynn dislikes me? I don't know. I'm so unsure. So afraid. Somehow I think she's against me in everything I do. I always get blamed for little misunderstandings &amp;amp; they really hurt. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess that's all. Bye. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4213781930056832050-8739167857031606536?l=m-for-melissa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m-for-melissa.blogspot.com/feeds/8739167857031606536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4213781930056832050&amp;postID=8739167857031606536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4213781930056832050/posts/default/8739167857031606536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4213781930056832050/posts/default/8739167857031606536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m-for-melissa.blogspot.com/2011/05/english-proj-week-4.html' title='English proj week 4.'/><author><name>Melgraphy™</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxIpKVnsEYw/SLKjB8GLUMI/AAAAAAAAAKY/CM1XnnMNilY/S220/Heart.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4213781930056832050.post-6174505854048453593</id><published>2011-05-26T21:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T21:08:44.458+08:00</updated><title type='text'>English proj week 3.</title><content type='html'>Hi Mr. Nate. &lt;div&gt;This is my post for the third week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life is just starting to get harder in school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Migraine's getting worse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whatever it is, I'll try my best to push myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's getting more and more tiring everyday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm young, &amp;amp; I don't have a social life ALL THANKS TO SCHOOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just wanna' graduate and get out of the school soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay. I'm done. Thanks. bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4213781930056832050-6174505854048453593?l=m-for-melissa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m-for-melissa.blogspot.com/feeds/6174505854048453593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4213781930056832050&amp;postID=6174505854048453593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4213781930056832050/posts/default/6174505854048453593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4213781930056832050/posts/default/6174505854048453593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m-for-melissa.blogspot.com/2011/05/english-proj-week-3.html' title='English proj week 3.'/><author><name>Melgraphy™</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxIpKVnsEYw/SLKjB8GLUMI/AAAAAAAAAKY/CM1XnnMNilY/S220/Heart.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4213781930056832050.post-4121585160083512810</id><published>2011-05-08T17:28:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T18:14:43.794+08:00</updated><title type='text'>English proj week 2.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i220.photobucket.com/albums/dd194/GREENmoron/MM.jpg" border="0" alt="Marilyn Manson" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;color=red&gt;"Part of me is afraid to get close to people because I'm afraid they're going to leave." -Marilyn Manson&lt;/color=red&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Hi, Mr Nate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;This week, I wanna' blog about me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;From young, I've been pretty much left alone by my family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I'd be doing my stuffs alone and they'll be doing theirs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;This home, it's just like another place for me to sleep in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I didn't have much friends, even up 'till now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I'm afraid of making new friends &amp;amp; that people wouldn't like me for who I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I'm afraid of getting close to people, because I'm afraid they'd leave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I'm afraid of history repeating itself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Until now, I wouldn't dare to let my guards down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I was backstabbed very badly back in secondary school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;It was me against the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;To be hurt, to feel lost, to be left out in the dark.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;To be kicked when you're down, feeling like you've been pushed around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;It felt so bad. It feels like it's only me in my world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I gotta' depend on myself for everything. No one's there to even hear you out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I fear being alone, but most of the times I'm all by myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I hate being like this. Getting hurt so easily by words people say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I'm so afraid of hurtful words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I'm a very 'closed' person. I tend to keep almost everything to myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I do more thinking than talking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Whenever some of my friends have their own problems &amp;amp; they talk to me about it, I'd try my best to help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;But what about me opening up to others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I have thought about opening up, but it's just so hard for me to do that. I end up not being myself, &amp;amp; transforming into a completely different person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I don't choose to be this way. I am so afraid of everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Tears are rolling down as I type on this keyboard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Sometimes I wish all this would end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Sometimes I wish I had a pair of listening ears &amp;amp; someone who gives me advises. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Sometimes I wish I don't exist... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;It's easier to smile and pretend that I'm happy than trying to explain why I'm not. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;This song. It's an old song but it never fails to bring me to tears whenever I listen. I'd hope you'd spend some time to listen. This is exactly how I'm feeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;iframe width="350" height="292" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/vLl1NDwMJps?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;You might be thinking that I'm trying to seek some attention.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Take some time and think again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;This is me. Welcome to my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4213781930056832050-4121585160083512810?l=m-for-melissa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m-for-melissa.blogspot.com/feeds/4121585160083512810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4213781930056832050&amp;postID=4121585160083512810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4213781930056832050/posts/default/4121585160083512810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4213781930056832050/posts/default/4121585160083512810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m-for-melissa.blogspot.com/2011/05/english-proj-week-2.html' title='English proj week 2.'/><author><name>Melgraphy™</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxIpKVnsEYw/SLKjB8GLUMI/AAAAAAAAAKY/CM1XnnMNilY/S220/Heart.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/vLl1NDwMJps/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4213781930056832050.post-4145543145042137526</id><published>2011-05-01T20:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T10:43:06.479+08:00</updated><title type='text'>English proj week 1.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;iframe width="200" height="100" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/ONdeWTz6PT4?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This week was pretty hectic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;And though I'm late, I finally found time to mess with the blog's template and blog for my English assignment! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Baked lotsa stuffs yesterday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Kinda' felt stressed halfway through, Mr. K knows why. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I WANNA' GO SHOPPING! Meeting Mr. K tomorrow :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;YAY! More than 5 sentences already!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;IN YOUR FACE, ENGLISH ASSIGNMENT! :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I'M OUTTA' HERE~ KTHXBAI~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4213781930056832050-4145543145042137526?l=m-for-melissa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m-for-melissa.blogspot.com/feeds/4145543145042137526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4213781930056832050&amp;postID=4145543145042137526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4213781930056832050/posts/default/4145543145042137526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4213781930056832050/posts/default/4145543145042137526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m-for-melissa.blogspot.com/2011/05/english-proj-week-1.html' title='English proj week 1.'/><author><name>Melgraphy™</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxIpKVnsEYw/SLKjB8GLUMI/AAAAAAAAAKY/CM1XnnMNilY/S220/Heart.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/ONdeWTz6PT4/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4213781930056832050.post-2784246591389033483</id><published>2010-05-03T01:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T01:48:40.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RIP, grampa.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxIpKVnsEYw/S92435gMPcI/AAAAAAAAAfg/vXsb-0GDD_s/s1600/goodbye.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 260px; height: 195px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxIpKVnsEYw/S92435gMPcI/AAAAAAAAAfg/vXsb-0GDD_s/s320/goodbye.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466728793165807042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Okay. I've been busy with school work &amp;amp; work &amp;amp; everything, stressing over maths, science and lotsa things. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But what made me blog so sudden?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I want to blog about this guy, he is my grampa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Although I hardly get to see him, like once in every half a year, he treated me very nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Everytime we went to visit them, he would talk to me and ask me about how old I am now and whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We don't talk much, but he loved all his grandchildren.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;As our family is very very big (like more than 40plus people), he treated everyone fair and square. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&amp;amp; I loved him very much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So my point is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;RIP, GRAND DAD. ❤&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;P/S: He's my first grandparent who passed away. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4213781930056832050-2784246591389033483?l=m-for-melissa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m-for-melissa.blogspot.com/feeds/2784246591389033483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4213781930056832050&amp;postID=2784246591389033483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4213781930056832050/posts/default/2784246591389033483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4213781930056832050/posts/default/2784246591389033483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m-for-melissa.blogspot.com/2010/05/rip-grampa.html' title='RIP, grampa.'/><author><name>Melgraphy™</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxIpKVnsEYw/SLKjB8GLUMI/AAAAAAAAAKY/CM1XnnMNilY/S220/Heart.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxIpKVnsEYw/S92435gMPcI/AAAAAAAAAfg/vXsb-0GDD_s/s72-c/goodbye.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4213781930056832050.post-8084561716184097703</id><published>2010-04-21T21:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T22:06:40.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Rachellim</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxIpKVnsEYw/S88GYEExXdI/AAAAAAAAAfY/BiyW_fW2w7Q/s1600/Luvs+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxIpKVnsEYw/S88GYEExXdI/AAAAAAAAAfY/BiyW_fW2w7Q/s320/Luvs+017.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462591883504082386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Dearest Dao eh aka BFF aka RACHELLIMQIANHUI :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I feel very sad to have received your phone call. I am so disappointed in you. Why did you do such foolish things? I told you to come to school today, but you didn't. Why? Why did you make me so upset? Stupid girl. ): I'll try to visit you on friday. Love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4213781930056832050-8084561716184097703?l=m-for-melissa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m-for-melissa.blogspot.com/feeds/8084561716184097703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4213781930056832050&amp;postID=8084561716184097703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4213781930056832050/posts/default/8084561716184097703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4213781930056832050/posts/default/8084561716184097703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m-for-melissa.blogspot.com/2010/04/to-rachellim.html' title='To Rachellim'/><author><name>Melgraphy™</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxIpKVnsEYw/SLKjB8GLUMI/AAAAAAAAAKY/CM1XnnMNilY/S220/Heart.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxIpKVnsEYw/S88GYEExXdI/AAAAAAAAAfY/BiyW_fW2w7Q/s72-c/Luvs+017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
